#this takes place right before the chip pic

[wrenkenstein]

I think this was like. The first time I rendered anything in MONTHs because for weeks Tech was all I drew (he still sort of is LOL)

He’s actually alive and well this time that’s wild (it doesn’t last)

[lustfulslxt]

hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

Me

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

Me

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

Me

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

Me

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Me

oh

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

Me

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

Me

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

-

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

[silvergyus]

Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[lovelyhan]

— meet cute of the century (a teaser) ⟢

the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest, clumsiest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.

★ FEATURING; wonwoo x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 1.7k words

★ TAGS; meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, some angst, smut (though this teaser is completely sfw!)

★ TAGS; mentions of accidents but it's not given much detail

★ NOTES; i'm back with my low quality wonwoo bf pics for my teaser headers hehe i am soooo excited to write the rest for this! honestly didn't think the teaser would end up this long but here we are :3c little heads up that some parts of this teaser could change in the full story, but nothing major plot-wise will be taken out. hope you like it!

this is part of the doting on you! series.

There are a handful of things that a college student can do with their free time. Studying, hanging out with friends, and maybe even picking up a hobby of sorts. You, on the other hand, use up all the hours you’re not spending on your undergrad thesis or sleeping the day away at an animal shelter just a few minutes away from your apartment. 

Your friends constantly wonder how you’re still able to maintain a remarkable GPA with a part-time job that’s starting to look full-time, but you just laugh their questions off for the most part—saying that other people have got it worse than you, but can still perform leagues better academically. 

You also tell them that most of your motivation comes from all the unadopted animals from the shelter. You started as a volunteer just to kill time on weekends when you’re free, but even if you knew better than to get attached to all those adorable faces, you eventually found yourself on the part-time employee roster anyways. 

Now you’re rushing to finish your degree so you can get a neat sugar mommy job that’ll let you afford to adopt everyone that’s been stuck in the shelter for nearly a year or more.

Okay, maybe not everyone because you’re no fool with a savior complex. But just enough to give a few furry friends a new home, right?

“Don’t look now,” your coworker, Mari whispers conspiratorially while you’re in the middle of snacking in the break room, “but that cutie you’ve been crushing on just walked inside. He’s checking out the cats out in the playroom as usual.”

Right. Apart from your altruistic dream of adopting as many animals as your financial capabilities can allow, there’s another reason you’re always looking forward to your shifts at the shelter. A reason that you’re a bit too embarrassed to let your friends know about.

You nearly choke on a potato chip when Mari breaks the news and she immediately laughs in your face. Glaring at her, you compose yourself with a long gulp of water before saying, “I do not have a crush on him.”

“Sure,” she plays along. “If you consider making googly eyes at the guy every time he drops by as ‘not having a crush on him’, then I’ll concur.” 

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, sweetheart. Now get out there and sweet talk him into take one of the kittens home! Pretty sure he wants one if he’s been showing up as much as he did for the last two months.” 

While you would’ve argued that the so-called cutie you’ve been crushing on could just like seeing the cats play around in his free time, you don’t really have much energy to play mental gymnastics with Mari. You’ve had a long day of revisions and other nonsense materials you have to submit for your majors, so you’ll let this one slide.

Your workplace is as bleak as every other shelter you’ve seen a few times in your life. Gray walls, concrete floors, and steel cages stacked on top of each other. It looks more like a prison than anything, really, but it’s the staff and those kind-hearted souls who rehome animals that have long been abandoned that give the entire place some life.

While Mister Cutie That You’ve Been Quote-Unquote Crushing On doesn’t exactly fall into either of those categories, you like to think he still leaves the building just a touch colorful once he walks out of the front door. 

Speaking of color, he’s wearing a loose, dark green shirt that falls just below his elbows. Cutie—as you’ve deigned to call him not because you think he’s cute but because you’re yet to get his name—has one palm flattened across the viewing glass of the playroom. He’s wearing his usual black face mask today, but from the way his eyes glint behind his glasses, you’re just going to assume he’s having a good time just by watching the cats frolic inside.

“You’re here pretty late,” you state nonchalantly before standing a few feet away from him. 

“Is that so strange?” he murmurs with a chuckle, surprisingly not startled with your sudden entrance before glancing your way. “I always show up here at this hour, don’t I?”

God. No matter how many times you hear his voice, you just can’t get over how deep it is. But before any of your thoughts could show on your face, you get talking.

“True. You’ve sparked a debate among the volunteers about your line of work, actually.” Not exactly. You’re not sure if any of the volunteers have even seen this guy, since they mostly work day shifts. “Anyway, are you just here to check ‘em out or am I finally going to hand you the adoption papers?”

His eyes crinkle a bit before he shifts his gaze towards the playroom again. Most of the older cats have already been put back in their respective cages. All that’s left inside are the kittens with way too much energy to spare. The director, A.K.A., your boss, believes that it’s best to tire them out first before settling them into individual enclosures for the night. Keeps the place nice and quiet for the evening shift fellows like yourself.

“Not yet, sadly,” Cutie says with a sigh before pointing at one of the kittens huddled up in a corner. “That one’s new, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve seen him around before.” 

“Her,” you correct. “Her name’s Hani. She’s a stray that someone from the university I’m attending brought in last week. It was pretty ugly, actually. Poor thing got into an accident and was bleeding everywhere. Good thing our usual vet was paying a visit when they came here.”

“Oh? That’s a relief then. No wonder she’s got a little limp every time she walks around,” he observes with a saddened tone. “But I digress. You mentioned you were attending university?”

…Okay, why’d the topic of interest suddenly shift to you? 

But since it’s a harmless enough question, you reply with, “Yeah. The one that’s just a few blocks away. It’s kinda why the person who found Hani brought her here instead of a vet clinic. The nearest one’s like half an hour away.”

“Good call, good call.” He nods with a look of understanding. “I hope someone comes and adopts her. She deserves all the love she can get. Well, everyone here does of course.” 

You flash him a conniving smile, raising your brows a few times. “You could give that to her.”

Cutie shakes his head with another low-pitched laugh. “As much as I’d love to, my…living conditions won’t be suitable for her at all. Or any of the other animals for the matter.”

“Hm?” You stare at him curiously. “Your landlord doesn’t allow pets or something?”

“Mmm… Not exactly.”

The conversation pretty much ends there. Cutie excuses himself—saying that someone is waiting for him at home. You don’t know why your heart deflates a little at the very real possibility that he has a significant other. Then again, if you’re this whipped when you haven’t even seen his face, you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to settle down with someone who has.

Either way, it’s none of your business. And correction: you’re not whipped. Just…hyper aware of his presence every time he stops by.

Despite the fact that you’re dead-set on filing away this strange fascination you have for the guy, however…

“Wait!”

Cutie turns around to face you with an inquisitive look. “Yes?”

You swallow thickly, deciding to just bite the bullet before your nerves get the best of you. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Cu—I mean, Glasses Guy in my head whenever you pay us a visit.”

He blinks for a few seconds, obviously nonplussed by your forwardness but you don’t think your pride can take it anymore if you had to refer to him as—

“You can call me Woo,” he says warmly and you can almost see the smile that stretches behind that black face mask.

Shit. Did your heart just stutter?

“Mister Woo—”

“Just Woo is fine.”

“Okay, Woo,” you start, kind of liking the way that something that’s obviously a nickname rolls off the tongue, “just let me know if you ever want to take Hani home. We’re open twenty four-seven, as you already know.”

He nods. “Sure thing. Is it okay if I can get your number for that?”

Now you have to fight the urge to scowl at him after he’s been so nice to you all night—and every other night he’s dropped by. 

This guy isn’t flirting with you. He said it himself—someone’s waiting for him at home! Plus, he’s expressed consistent interest in adopting a kitten for himself a handful of times before. Maybe he just connected with Hani on a level that’s above the others. Enough to ask for your number since the possibility of him bringing one of these angels home is becoming more and more real. 

Yeah, that’s definitely the reason!

So you give it to him—hastily scrawled behind an old flier gathering dust in one of the drawers on the front desk. It’s way too big to write just yours and the shelter’s contact details on, but the other calling cards are nowhere in sight. You’ll have to ask Mari if she’s seen them once—

“Thanks. I’ll keep in touch,” Woo tells you while folding the sheet of paper into a sleek black Louis Vuitton wallet.

Wait a minute.

Before you can even seriously ponder about what job he’s got to be able to afford that, Woo is already out of the door—heading into the evening streets without once looking back. 

“Gosh, I swear that guy’s an idol in disguise or something.”

That’s the first thing that Mari tells you when you find her doing a few rounds among the sleeping dogs in the far back. You haven’t even spoken a single word about your most recent exchange. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“He just exudes idol vibes, y’know? Shows up here when the place is deserted. Always acts subtle and inconspicuous. Oh and not to mention how hot he looks even with a face mask on! He could be that one idol your little sister is crazy about.” 

You roll your eyes at her odd ways of deduction. “Mari, I’ve seen enough of Haewon’s Mingyu merch to last a lifetime and Woo definitely does not look like him.”

“Oh?” Your coworker perks up with a mischievous smile. “You finally got his name, huh?”

God. This is going to be a long shift.

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[pumpkinsy0]

This one could get a bit chaotic but papercut going on a road trip? (And maybe some Pony trying to convince Darry to let him go??) Your headcanons keep me alive, i live and breathe papercut, so please keep up the good work or else I will die 💖

papercut road trip?? aw yeaaa baybeeee comin right up 🤵🏽‍♀️🍜

•it was def a spontaneous idea from curly, he was thinking one night and just wanted to drive somewhere, nowhere in particular just go around, he told tim and tim wasnt gonna fight him on it, if thats what curly wants thats his life, all he can hope is that he comes back in one piece (monkey d. luffy refrence⁉️)

•ik when he brought up the idea to pony it took a bit of convincing, not THAT much, but he still had to do it cause like, just a RANDOM road trip?????? pony joked that curly was trynna kill him, but curly did say they’d prolly pass the country side and he could take some pics as a remembrance so pony was down

•not gonna lie, ion know HOW, ponys ass is gonna convince darry to go, pony might be 18/19 but he is PUSHING his freedom here, ill tell u what tho it took a team effort from tim and buck (somehow), and darry probably slapped an airtag on pony or somethin so he knew where he was

•they were not taking curlys car, ill tell u that much, if u drove that thing for more than an hour i promise u theyre so dead before they even get to the 10th block out of ponys neighborhood, REGARDLESS OF HOW, pony kissed darry n soda goodbye (YES thats important to know)

•SKIPPING BORING DETAILS SO WE CAN ACTUALLY GET THE ON THE ROADTRIP, but they r STACKED w literally just snacks, no actual food, just chips, candy, juice and some water, lord help these two, they gonna crash on the highway🤦🏽‍♀️

•wether its a camcorder or just a regular ole camera, ponys documenting this, he also has a journal to write down his thoughts and draw, hes a man of many talents

•for every stop, when he can, he calls darry to let him know hes alive, even sends over post cards from the different places he’s at, stocks up on small lil knickknacks too!!curly also called to check in w tim and angela and pony made him send over letters too (curly HATESSSS writing letters)

•would it REALLY b papercut if i didnt say that one of em got them lost??? curly def cant read a map for shit and fucked up while pony was driving, that argument had ppl in other cars looking over

•they would take turns on who was driving but honestly just never let curly behind the wheel, be nearly missed an exit and pretty much drifted in the highway, curly would do WONDERS in a racing game, he did a “emergency” stop and almost catapulted pony out his seat when he was sleeping, hes such a lil asshole

•sometimes tho, they would just pull over completley and get in the back seat just to sleep, they had a blanket and like one pillow but its ok the one of em would just lay on the other, they had some pretty nice talks in there and pony wrote about it in his journal

•when they get to the country side, i could see pony having one of those nature books and finding what he could just to cross em off, hes a nerd like that, curly was way too fascinated by the insects to rlly make fun of him for too long

•took some good nature pics too, some silly ones as well, curly took some too!!

•one of em touched poison ivy, whoops

•how have i gone this long without mentioning that curly would def b the one blasting music, hes not the passenger princess, hes the passenger pain in the ass (pony doesnt wanna admit but video evidence proves other wise, he was singing too)

•pony is a pretty good driver i aint gonna lie, but maybe a lil too good, his eyes will NOT be leaving that road, curlys just gotta feed pony himself from the passenger

•they didnt pack enough clothes, they were def clothes shopping as they went, whoever car they took is a MESS by now

•at some point pony got sunburnt and curly was laughing at him bc it wasnt even all over his body, the sunburn just covered parts that his clothes didnt cover, had to make a stop at a gas station for sunscreen and aloe vera (if we r assuming curly packed enough money)

•they dont rlly go home for a while, they got too homesick

i need to stop here before i get anymore ideas,,,

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/754446269650452480/they-dooo-notice-everything-i-love-it-sometimes

Jupiter women can lowkey be like this too. Idk about the Freud stuff, but jupiter is the husband. When their dad fails to display positive jupiter traits and becomes arrogant, withdrawn and selfish, they become their own dad. So they embody or atleast attempt to embody positive jupiter traits of generosity and virtue. Now that I’ve typed that out, it doesn’t sound as relevant as it did in my head 😭

However I do think that what OP was describing is more of a Bharani thing than anything else. I’m sure other venus naks do it too but still.

Bharani has major connotations to childbirth and so many women make sacrifices when they have children, some are forced to leave education, some develop long term health problems, and some struggle to leave difficult relationships since children complicate that kind of thing. Before medicine advanced it was somewhat common to just die entirely bc of childbirth.

So therefore I think a lot of Bharani natives (esp moon bc we’re talking about mothers) are overly aware of the sacrifice their mothers made and it weighs on them. It becomes their “burden” as the translation of Bharani, “she who bares” takes on a literal and metaphorical interpretation. So basically Bharanis like to acknowledge the people who came before them and their sacrifices but they can have a bit of a chip on their shoulder bc of it. Inheriting their karma in a sense.

So when they experience that humiliation from their abusive parent they “eat the pain” as part of the burden they bare. Fighting back will always lead to more suffering for them despite their anger and resentment (aries). In mythology Yama was about to kick his mom but even though he holds himself back, she still cursed his foot.

Yama’s father ☀️ ☀️ also got mad at his mother for struggling to look directly at him and cursed Yama as a result, which is such a good example of the dynamics their parents have and how they suffer from it.

In conclusion, Bharanis are stoics become pushovers with daddy issues. Sorry for the unsolicited lecture, it may happen again

Nahh you're right. Jupiter women and their daddy issues are well documented (by me lmao 🤣🤡) they do become excessively giving because their dad's weren't giving at all 😤

Jupiter is a masculine planet for a reason after all. Reminds me of Rekha, Purvabhadrapada Moon. She and her siblings were the illegitimate children of a famous actor and he never acknowledged them publicly. Her mom had many other kids from other relationships etc and they were dirt poor. Rekha even went to school with her father's legitimate kids and other kids in school knew about the whole situation and called her a bastard 🥺🥹

She started acting at the age of 13 to support her ailing mother and 6 or 7 siblings. She hated being an actor and was severely exploited in the industry, esp since she had no mentors or father figures :(((( in turn she made sure none of her siblings ever had to work in the movies to make a living and supported everyone financially until they settled down 🥺 she in turn never got married or had kids :((( (she was manipulated into marrying a guy once and he committed suicide and she was hella traumatized by that as well, but that's a separate story 💀)

Here's a pic of Rekha with some of her siblings (2 or 3 are missing in the picture)

She does embody that Jupiter woman being the man trope.

(This is Rekha & her mom Pushpavalli)

Despite everything, she's never spoken ill about her father or even her mother, who clearly made her the scapegoat and placed undue pressure on her to provide even though she was a literal child. She even named her house after her mother 🥺

Anywaayyyyyssss

I agree that Bharanis are in a unique position because of their mythology and in general I think Bharanis are more dignified and humane than other Venus naks

They're outcaste naks who know what it's like to be the outsider and work their way up

But yes they're pushovers with daddy issues 😭😭😭😭

I lowkey like how empathetic they are to women bc of what they saw growing up 😔😔 like they're genuinely just like "no this is not how it should be, women need to be worshipped period, my woman will never suffer this way" and 🤧🤧😩😩😩i fall for that shit lmao

I had a recent experience with a Jupiter conjunct Purvashada Rising man who thought that broke men did not deserve to have women 💀💀💀 he said men who cannot provide have no business dating or marrying 💀💀and that "real men" should never ask for a 50-50 and put the burden on his partner and if he truly loves her, he should want her to be relaxed and enjoy life. He said things like "what's the point of me working so hard if my family isn't enjoying themselves and having a good time, my wife can do whatever she wants and I'll support her but she will never have to work to pay the bills" and ngl I love this mentality lmfao 😂🤣🤪🤭

Venus men being scarred by incompetent dads and overcompensating by being the provider and father they never had is >>>>> 🥵🥵🥵🥵so sexy of them tbh

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Days: Day 6 - Making Fudge with Fox

Summary: You're horrible at cooking and baking, but Fox loves a good teaching moment.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Maybe slightly suggestive?

A/N: I actually followed this recipe for Strawberry fudge that you can find here. It looks really good if you're interested in making it! If you do, send pics! <3

“Oh… this is bad.” You make a face when you bite into the fudge.

“Face it, cyare… I’m just better than you.” Fox smirks down as he whisks the ingredients for this meiloorun fudge and pours it into a pan before putting it into the cooler. 

It sounds disgusting, but somehow, and quite surprisingly you might add, turned out incredible. Unfortunately, the batch you made turned out terrible. And you need about six more pans of this for your Life Day party tomorrow night. 

“You knew when you married me, I couldn’t bake or cook.” You shrug, pouring the mix into the trash. 

He chuckles, pulling you by your hips closer to him. “I did know that, and I find it just as endearing now as I did back then.” 

“Liar.” You grin. 

“I am no such thing. Now…” Fox spins you around so that you’re facing a new small bowl. “You’re gonna listen to me while I instruct you how to make this fudge.” 

“Am I?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“Don’t be a brat. Focus.” You can hear the smirk in his tone. 

“Yes, sir.” You tease.

He places an arm on the counter so that you’re caged in and you find it hard to focus on anything but the warmth of your husband’s body against yours. 

“Take the meiloorun extract and mix it with the pink dye.” He instructs, his commander's voice slipping through. 

He knows what his commander's voice does to you. How are you supposed to focus now? But you do as he says, and pour the meiloorun extract with the pretty pink dye you picked out, stirring it until it has the right pink consistency. It didn’t have to be pink but your theme for the party is ‘Pink Life Day’ to which the other Corries apparently gave Fox a good teasing about. 

“Good girl.” Fox murmurs, making you look up at him wide-eyed.

His smirk never leaves his face as he twists you so that you’re facing the saucepan on the stove. He hands you the butter, heavy cream, and vanilla flavoring to melt together.

“Now, add the sugar and keep stirring until it comes to a simmer.” His left hand wraps low down around your waist while his right hand helps guide your own while stirring. 

It’s actually really cute. It’s been a few weeks since you’d gotten this kind of time together. 

“Good.” He approves, removing the pan from the burner and then tossing in the white baking chips, stirring it a bit, and then covering it. 

It should probably be embarrassing how much you crave his praise, even after being married for two years. 

“Now we wait for three to four minutes.” He tells you, pushing you back against the counter away from the heat of the stove and cages you in again.

“I could think of something to do for three to four minutes.” You tease.

He playfully brushes your nose with his. “Behave.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

His playful smile turns soft, admiration for you clear in his eyes. Even on the days that you don’t see each other, you know that your love for each other could never be questioned. You truly are happy. And even if he works ungodly hours, he is too. 

“I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, cyar’ika.” He brushes his lips over yours. 

You stand there catching up on your day, still comfortable in your embracement, until it's time to add the marshmallow fluff. 

“Okay now pour about three-fourths of the fudge into this pan.” He places the lined pan in front of you for you to pour the fudge into. “And then, we’ll take the last fourth and add the meiloorun extract in.”

You do as he says and then he shows you how to make the swirly patterns he did for the last two batches. He makes it look so easy but your half comes out more curly than swirly. 

“It’s perfect. I promise.” He tilts your chin up toward him when you start to look slightly discouraged. 

“Thanks.” You sigh. 

“And if any of my vod give you osik about it, I’ll put them on fresher duty for the rest of the year.” He shrugs, smirking. 

Your chest clenches in the way it does when he gets even remotely protective of you. You truly couldn’t ask for a better husband. They just couldn’t exist. 

“Tomorrow will be perfect… As long as we get to be together.” He kisses you once more before putting the fudge into the cooler. 

And he’s right. Because that’s what Life Day’s really about.

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[wolfavens]

ghost car of barna road

track 1 - backwards walk

it feels fucked.

driving in the dark, all i see is golden blue sunshine filtered in through green glass and it all feels fucked. the boxes in the booth chitter about loves lost. kitchenware keeps bumping into chipped mugs, some old CDs nobody has listened to for years lay spilled across rubber rugs. why did i take the CDs?

why did i pack the fucking kitchenware.

who in their right mind moved back to their parents place with two boxes of aged kitchenware? most of the stuff was originally brought from there. it’s like a big kitchenware homecoming. all the mismatched plates and cutlery meeting up with old friends. you will never believe the mess we have been through, they will say, filth and disgrace. she used one bowl for like everything. soup? bowl. salad? bowl. cereal? bowl. crisps? you guessed it, fucking bowl.

i curse, glaring throught he dark windshield. claire at night is rolling silvery hills, endless expanse of black ocean and stone walls as far as the eye could see. it seems unnaturaly silent after the flashing lights of the city. post-apocalyptic scenery, world brought back to nature, a goodbye to arms and humanity. i look at the dark land and all i see is sunrise.

i think i was born here.

just down the road. somewhere in a place with the same rolling hills that looked brilliantly green in muted daylight. all the places here, they look the same. you walk through them, meeting different cars, breathing in cold atlantic breeze and wishing you were anywhere but here. dublin maybe. i remember dublin. not as much dublin itself, as dreaming about going on the golden beach, bumping into your shoulder with mine, spinning these wild stories about dublin which were as far away from the real thing as two small town kids could get.

that year you discovered deadly.

every bloody fucking thing was deadly.

dublin too was deadly. getting there would be deadly. last time i saw you in a crowd before moving away from the island you smiled and mouthed deadly again.

i have not heard anyone say it since . i all but forgot the meaning until my plane landed. fuck, the second the ocean turned to black cliffs and green hills my mind went blank. all i saw was sunshine & summer sky, filtered through the broken green glass…

there was this band that played a small music club close to our dorm in dublin. they mostly did covers of old irish folk songs but, you know, metal. they were the worst. perhaps the absolutely worst song they ever covered was “i’ll tell me ma”. every time they started playing that the whole club - including the staff - uttered a tortured groan. and hidden there, behind that groan, a groan that turned the air solid with anguish, was a single excited whistle.

i used to mock you about how much you liked that blasted cover. i spend days thinking about new ways to torture you about it. then, one day, after a particularly vicious joke that made all our friends cackle, i looked at your face and in your eyes i saw a spark of truth. you did not like irish new boys’ rendition of “i’ll tell me ma”. you just liked watching me laugh about it. you just liked… me.

in my mind i left the next day.

i didn’t. there were things to do. finding a flat. buying dictionaries. hugging niamh and promising to stay in touch. but that night, sitting at that club, seeing it in your eyes, that was the second i really left.

two months later, as I was unpacking an ugly vase from a bag, through tears, my phone beeped and recomended me to view your wedding pics. someone was shouting under my window in a language i didn’t understand and i wondered… what if they are shouting "fire"? what if they are warning me to run and i don’t even know.

i deleted all my socials and got used to the strong beer and learned a new language and made new friends and had niamh over for two weeks in summer. she posted some pics of us sitting by the river in the setting sun. you liked it and asked her to say hi. her face fell a little and she tried to hide her phone. i’m not sure whether it was for my benefit, or my girlfriend’s. i think maybe both. not that it made much difference.

back home though.

bringing some heartache, foreign books, ten years worth of baggage. somewhere among the kitchenware there is a mug missing its ear. it says “greetings from prague” and when my last boyfriend gave it me he said one day when i leave him and move back home i will have that to remember him by.

back home, just a few kilometres off now. there is this beach where the sand was so very gold at sunrise. it was very cold when the sun went down, even with the winter sleeping bag. you whispered in my ear and your breath was accompanied by a white puff. in the morning everything was so bright. i woke up first and walked over to the very edge where the water was licking at the bay. i took some pictures on an old point-and-shoot camera. they all came out overexposed. i picked a piece of broken glass, not yet smoothed out by the saltwater. i watched the world through the glass walking back. small, green and peaceful.

throught the green grass your hair looked chartreuse. i stared at the tiny hightlight in it and the way your eyes were such weird mossy green and the smile you had and the way you leaned over to cover me and whispered deadly when our noses met.

ten years later, in the dark, the abandoned bay is silver and your hair in the moonlight would be white.

i extinguish my cigarette, get back in the car and drive back home and still...

it all feels so fucked.

[cheshirecatuniverse]

Murayama as your best friend

featuring: Sannoh Rengokai! Reader (She/Her)

Honestly, you don't have to match his energy to be compatible. You just have to be just as chaotic as him

You officially meet when Cobra and Yamato make you attend Oya High - long story short you were with Sannoh. When they found out you were a high school dropout, they made it their goal after taking down Kuryu to give you more opportunities. Oya High was close enough from Sannoh in case anything happened.

When Yamato dropped you off, you thought about killing him.

"You're not serious making me do this."

"I mean, Chiharu did it," Yamato smiled, trying to encourage you, "So can you."

"HE GOT JUMPED."

He didn't leave until someone walked out of the front gates of the school. You recognized the blue jacket and the dark blue bandanna under some wild hair from the fights the last couple of years. Just great. Murayama strolled on over, noticing that you were putting away your Sannoh Rengokai leather jacket for an oversized high school uniform button up.

When he said hi to the both of you he only got grunt from you as Yamato shoves your arm with a glare that says 'be nice.'

Murayama only took a look at you before turning to Yamato, "Yeah. She'll probably fit right in."

It took you entering Oya High for Yamato to drive off. As Murayama gave you a brief tour, with Seki and Furuya right behind you guys, someone whistles and laughs.

You let the student leaning out of the classroom window catcall you for a minute before letting yourself have fun.

Murayama looks behind him and then turns to Furuya, "Ah? Where'd she go-"

"C'mon! Let me take you out, baby," the student grinned, looking you up and down.

His hands are poking outside the window. When you walk over, you hold his wrists and flip yourself upside down, "Why don't you hold my hand then?"

As you did a brief handstand, you hear his wrists crack and a high-pitched scream. You coo at his pain with a patronizing pout. Murayama bursts out laughing, and you kinda freeze. Oh man, you probably screwed up. Classes haven't even started yet, Cobra will be pissed-

After Murayama wiped his tears of laughter, he raised up his hand, smiling, "You're going to fit it in."

You were still startled, but you meekly returned the high five. The day went by well after that. You told Naomi that Oya High wasn't actually so bad. (You didn't mention that you broke someone's hands).

You guys get closer pretty quickly. You don't make friends easily but you two connected just like that.

Chips, soda, candy, granola bars? Anything edible in your hand will be bitten or swiped from you.

Whenever he's on the floor you like to stand on his back or stomach before he rapidly flips sides, making you fall on your ass.

He's tried fighting you but you like to dodge his punches and kicks for a good hour until he starts screaming and gives up

You've beaten most of the Oya High guys, including Seki and Furuya. When you win a brawl, Murayama gives you a thumbs up and says he'll treat you to eat.

You start doing his eye taunt gesture.

When you turn around he likes to mimic you, the times you turn around in time you kick him right in the ass.

Likes to call you than text you. Even if you're literally in the next room.

"Hey, what's that name of that one singer you like?"

"I'm on the other side of the wall, Murayama."

You two never enter an arcade without a fully detailed strat in place for maximum opportunities for prizes. Murayama and you revising your strats each time to test out what works better.

He's not much of a gym person, but when you go together you take the most unserious gym pics for insta

Anytime you have an idea you dare him to do it.

"Bet you can't jump off this cliff."

"Murayama I'll give you $10 if you eat 5 bowls of noodles without throwing up."

And he'll just shrug and try to do it unless Furuya or Seki stop him.

He's a great listener, likes to put his legs over your lap so you won't run away when you need to talk about your problems. When he's upset he likes to brood and go off into the nearest corner. You bring him food while continuing to let him brood with his head on your shoulder.

The more comfortable you are with him you hug him pretty often. For backhugs, it's usually to get piggyback rides to wherever you're heading.

You can't leave him for the day without dapping him up.

When Murayama, Seki, and Furuya are fooling around, sometimes you like to go to the rooftop to take a nap or actually study. You befriend Tsukasa there and gives you more insight on the full timers.

Murayama isn't necessarily overprotective when you go out with someone from Oya High but he's not afraid to break someone's limbs for hurting you in any way. He's really oblivious when people try to hit on him so you're the designated wingman. You like to flirt with Todoroki just to annoy the guy, which Murayama has never gotten.

"It's funny, you just don't get it."

"Nah, seeing him lose a match again is funny."

There's a good chance if you ever get feelings for him, he'll reciprocate them. He would be really casual about it because you're his person, it just makes sense.

If you like girls or only girls, you'll definitely have to come out to him because he is oblivious to anything love wise.

"So does that mean you'll marry a woman?"

"Yeah... Yeah it does."

He grinned at you, ruffling your hair, "I better be your best man then."

Big sigh of relief. It almost makes you teary-eyed how cool he thinks you being sapphic is. He's a lesbian protector.

You share the lunch Naomi makes you often. When you tell Naomi Murayama likes her cooking she makes you invite him to the diner. The first time he comes over to Itokan, the Sannoh guys are confused as hell. Did they have a meeting or something they didn't know about? While they're scratching their heads in the back, you introduce Naomi to Murayama. He's really polite because it's Cobra's territory and Naomi is a food angel to him.

Murayama thinks you're insane for always trying to annoy Hyuga just because you think he's fun to fight.

"Listen," He scratches the back of his head, "I don't wanna steal one of his cars. Can we go to the arcade today instead?"

When you tell Murayama about never really getting the full high school experience you guys plan a sleepover with Seki and Furuya. Naomi, being your roommate, casually tells the Sannoh guys about it. They think you're dating Murayama.

Yamato is panicking, Dan is giving his worst assumptions, Cobra is trying to be rational (emphasis on trying), Chiharu realizes you are a woman with desires and feelings like everyone else and has a breakdown, Tettsu knows you've dated many people from Oya but knows Murayama is your friend, Noboru is trying to convince them not to try to beat Murayama up.

At the sleepover, you announce you're going to get something from your room. Sannoh boys enter your condo and hearing all the noise you walk into Yamato holding Murayama by the collar of his shirt. Chiharu wrestling Furuya and Dan and Tettsu pinning Seki to the ground.

It's been a bad week so you burst out crying and EVERYONE freaks out because you don't cry.

"I just.. I just wanted to be normal for once," you wailed, wiping the tears from your face.

Yamato feels so bad he lets you paint his nails and makes the rest of the guys do the same. He's asking if you're feeling any better every five minutes. Cobra goes out and buys a bunch of junk food as an apology.

Murayama got punched by Yamato, so you give him an ice pack for his cheek. Every time you grumble about it, he makes sure to punch himself without wincing. "It's barely a scratch."

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “Are you hurt? What happened?”

Set in season 12

It’s ridiculous, actually.

It’s ridiculous that the one weekend she takes away from Chicago, work, Matt and even their daughter, she lands herself in a hospital bed.

Last week, she had called Scott and told him she wanted to drive up there, just her, and spend some quality time with Amelia. They’ve always had quite the bond and she knows Julia’s presence in Sylvie’s life has caused jealousy from three-year-old Amelia.

Sylvie understands because Amelia has never grown up with a mom. Scott is a great dad, attentive, loving and kind, but he’s a guy. Even if he pretends to love the girly activities, it’s not the same. That’s partly why she and Amelia have been so close. She’s the big sister and Amelia isn’t used to sharing the love, especially her amazing fiancé’s love.

She didn’t want her sister to feel slighted or overshadowed so she drove to Rockford to spend a girl's weekend with her favorite toddler. Even if Amelia might have preferred Matt coming to see her.

It was supposed to be perfect, and it had been the first day. They got their nails done, which was surprisingly easy considering Amelia is an antsy toddler. Sylvie took her shopping and spoiled her rotten with toys and outfits. They grabbed lunch at a diner and drank enough milkshakes to go into a coma.

The first day was perfect, but of course it wouldn’t last.

The second day, Sylvie decided to take Amelia to the only decent park in Rockford. When she finally got there— after packing a picnic basket full of food and activities—she realized the place wasn’t really that nice. The giant castle shaped play tower was made of rotting and chipping wood. One of the swings had hung limply from where the chain broke. The big green slide had a chunk of missing plastic at the bottom.

It looked rough, but Amelia loved it. She never seemed to care half the equipment was broken. To her, it was paradise.

Sylvie decided to see the beauty in the place too. In hindsight, that is where she went wrong. She should’ve found a different park or gone to one of those indoor trampoline places right off the bat.

She shouldn’t have gotten on the wooden play tower, but Amelia wanted her to. She wanted her big sister to enjoy the fun so, of course she couldn’t say no.

She should’ve said no though. Instead, she hauled herself up the ladder, hissing in pain when a splinter of wood invaded her thumb. When she reached the top, she plucked the splinter out with two fingers and returned her attention on Amelia.

Her little sister apparently loved the tallest part of the tower. She claimed it had the best views and was fit for a princess. At the very end of it was a spiral yellow slide. On one of the walls there was a giant plastic steering wheel that pointed out the directions.

However, there was one more exit aside from the slide. A chipped pale red fire pole. Amelia had wanted to slide down it so she could be a firefighter like Matt.

The sentiment melted Sylvie’s heart, but she said no. Amelia was far too young to hold herself up on the pole. Plus, it was rough and bumpy from too many spray paint coats. She would’ve torn her little hands on it.

Ironically, Sylvie didn’t want Amelia to get hurt on it, but it’s the exact thing that puts Sylvie in some small ER.

She had been leaning against the wooden wall as Amelia sat criss-crossed, playing with two of her favorite toys Sylvie had packed in a backpack. Her little sister had been in the middle of a heated discussion between her plastic pig and cow when Sylvie heard the distinct sound of wood snapping.

Before she could process any of it, everything had gone dark. In the next minute, she was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. When the gray-haired PIC had slammed the back doors shut, she had startled to consciousness. Her first thought had been about what happened to her little sister.

Luckily, Amelia was fine. Apparently, the wooden frame Sylvie was leaning against snapped and she fell backwards, banging her head on that stupid off-brand fire pole. She had hit hard enough to completely lose consciousness long enough for one of the mothers at the park to call 911.

She was humiliated and more concerned about Amelia. She probably traumatized her sister, but the kind PIC had informed her that one of the mother’s had her and apparently called Scott to come meet them there.

Now, she’s in a cramped exam room with a bloody bandage on her temple as she waits for the one working CT scan to have an opening. This ER is nothing like Chicago Med. It’s understaffed and only has two physicians working alongside the sweet nursing staff.

Sylvie knows she’s going to be here forever. Scott had just left with Amelia to grab some candy from the vending machine so she’s alone, listening to her heartbeat from the monitor.

She’s bored and she wishes she had her phone. Unfortunately, it was left behind at the park. During Scott’s panic to get to his child and then to her, he forgot to grab her phone from the nice mom who used it in the first place.

When she had been with the PIC who kinda reminded her of Mouch if she squinted, she had asked how the mom knew to call Scott.

Amelia’s three. She doesn’t know her dad’s number and Scott isn’t even one of her top contacts. How did that woman know who to call?

She had asked George whom she had properly introduced herself to once he pushed pain meds into her IV that question when his younger partner pulled the rig onto the street.

He hadn’t had an answer which looking back, she should’ve known. Then again, she was most likely concussed and dazed.

It wasn’t until Scott waltzed into her private room with a teary-eyed Amelia on his hip that she got her answer.

Apparently, the bystander who called an ambulance found Sylvie’s phone and dialed her emergency contact.

The woman called Matt; her poor fiancé who was hours away in Chicago with their child. When the woman called him, he told her to find Scott’s contact and call.

Sylvie can already imagine how that phone call went. Matt’s a professional. He’s a good person to have in your corner during an emergency but she knows he was probably freaking out when some woman called and told him his fiancé hit her head and wasn’t responsive. She knows that call had to have been torture since he was so far away, but he had enough sense to be efficient with that woman. He knew someone would need to take care of Amelia for her.

She feels terrible that she made him get that call. He’s a few hours away and is powerless to help her. He had to put his faith in the woman on the phone and the paramedics.

Scott had told her that Matt called him soon after the woman did when he was on his way to the ER. During that conversation, Matt had asked for the details Scott didn’t know and said he was already on the road to see her. She should’ve known he’d get in his truck and drive to Rockford to sit with her in some understaffed ER while she waits for a CT she might not even need.

Now, she doesn’t even have her phone to call Matt and tell him she’s fine. She knows he’s worried. She knows he’s probably breaking speed laws on the highway. She imagines if he heard her voice, he’d know she’s fine and not severely injured in another county.

She should’ve asked Scott for his phone before he left. Hopefully he remembered to call or text Matt on his own, so he at least knows she’s awake.

Sandra, the middle-aged admitting nurse with a head of curly red hair walks in. “Sorry, miss Brett. The CT scan will be a little longer.”

Sylvie knows everyone here is doing their best. It’s not the staff’s fault they are underfunded and understaffed. She understands hospital politics better than most after being a paramedic this long. She understands other people take priority over her unnecessary head injury. She’s conscious, alert and only mildly feeling pain in her head. She’s stable so she can’t get pissy that no one has given her the CT yet.

She gets it.

“That’s okay,” Sylvie smiles. She sits up on the gurney and blinks quickly to dissolve the dizziness. She rung her bell pretty good at that stupid park. “Sandra, do you think I can make a call?”

Sandra smiles, folding the clipboard against her chest. “Sure, do you want me to bring you your phone?”

“Oh, no. Um…my phone is still at the park. I was hoping I could borrow yours?”

She raises a red eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.” She reaches into her hot pink scrub pants and pulls out the world’s tiniest flip phone. It’s also bright pink and clearly ten or more years old. “Here, dear.”

Great. This is not exactly what she imagined. She takes the phone and flips it open. She stares at the small numbers and then remembers she doesn’t know Matt’s number off the top of her head.

Damn it!

How can’t she remember his number? She’s so used to his contact programmed in her phone, but still, she should know the man she’s marrying’s number.

“You alright, dear? Are you having memory issues?” Sandra asks.

No. This isn’t an issue relating to her head injury. Her issue is that she’s become too comfortable with easy technology. She should know Matt’s number.

She feels like she could cry.

“I don’t…know his damn number,” she whispers, flipping the phone shut. “I can’t even call my fiancé right now.”

The tears she’s sealed back fall freely down her face. This is all her fault. She ruined the weekend and probably traumatized her little sister for life.

She wants Matt. She needs to hear his voice. Better yet, she needs him here.

Sandra swoops in with a box of tissues and a consoling shoulder squeeze. “Here honey.”

She’s a very good nurse. Sylvie takes one from the box and dabs her eyes. The ring Matt gave her glints against the hospital's fluorescent lights.

“Is your fiancé your emergency contact?” Sandra asks.

Sylvie nods. “Yeah, he’s um…on his way. The woman at the park called him first and I really need to get ahold of him. He’s probably going out of his mind.”

The nurse flashes a small grin. “I can find his number in your emergency contact files for you. Then you are welcome to use my phone.”

“Thank you,” Sylvie whispers.

Sandra returns her attention to the clipboard and starts flipping through pages, using her finger as a guide as she skims through.

Sylvie waits patiently, keeping her hands folded in her lap. She strokes her diamond with the pad of her thumb.

Sandra flips another page just as the door to her room flies open. It’s definitely not the doctor based on Sandra’s startled reaction. She furrows her brow, but then smiles easily.

Sylvie’s view is obstructed by the other women. She leans to the left and Matt’s in the doorway.

She’s so glad he’s here.

Sandra leaves with a quick ‘I’ll give you privacy’ just as he walks in. He looks very disheveled. His t-shirt is smeared with streaks of pale-yellow paint and he’s sweaty.

Right, he was working on the nursery while she was away. He must’ve gotten the call in the middle of it.

“Oh thank god,” he mutters, closing the space between them. His paint covered hands instantly frame her face. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

She chuckles even though the situation isn’t that funny. It’s the fact he somewhat knows the answers to those questions already that has her giggling.

“I’m okay,” she assures, clamping her hands around his wrists. “It’s really not that bad. I’m just waiting for a CT to make sure it isn’t anything more than a concussion. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t look like he believes her. The worry in his eyes doesn’t go away. “You haven’t gotten a CT yet?”

“No. The machine is backed up. This place is small so it might be a while. I’m sure it’s fine. George didn’t see the need to take me to a full-sized hospital.”

“George?”

“Right, sorry,” she chuckles. “That was the PIC. He was a really nice guy.” Her joking around doesn’t seem to calm Matt at all, so she switches gears. She turns her head and presses her lips to his palm. “I’m okay. It’s just a concussion and a few stitches. I’m fine.”

He straightens out and nods. “Okay, you’re fine.” His posture relaxes again, and he takes a seat on her gurney, gripping her hand. “I got here as quick as I could.”

She squeezes his hand. “You really didn’t have to, Matt. This is no big deal.”

He scoffs and brings her fingers to his lips. “Baby, a lady called and told me you were unconscious and bleeding hours away. That’s not exactly a minor thing. I had no idea how badly you were hurt, and it wasn’t like I could just get to you right away. I mean, I was worried.”

She feels so terrible about all of this. She didn’t mean to scare him. “I’m so sorry. I wish she didn’t call you.”

“I don’t. Sylvie, I need to know if you’re hurt, okay? I don’t care how far I am. I need to know.”

She nods. “No, I know that. I was trying to call you when I got here but everything kept going wrong. I just didn’t want to worry you. I knew you’d be freaking out.”

“That’s my job,” he replies as if that’s the simplest statement in the world. “I love you. We’re getting married so I’m sure as hell gonna show up when something happens. I don’t care how far away I am.”

She doesn’t know how she got so lucky with him. “Thank you…for coming.”

He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “Of course, Sylvie.” He does a scan of her body for any other injury. “How did this even happen, honey?”

“Faulty playground equipment and a poorly placed fire pole,” she quips.

Matt gives her an adorably confused look.

“I was leaning against a wooden wall and it broke. I fell backwards and I guess I must have whacked my head on the pole. Next thing I know, I’m in an ambulance. George, the PIC, informed me that someone had already called Scott. Thank you, by the way, for making sure someone called him.”

“Well, I didn’t even really know how to react in the moment,” he admits. “One minute I’m cursing through putting together a crib and the next some frantic lady is calling me. She wasn’t exactly full of information but once I knew what had happened, I knew you’d kill me if I didn’t look out for Amelia too.”

She laughs. She’d never kill him, but he is right. Amelia was her priority from the very beginning.

She loves that girl.

“Wait.” She straightens. “Julia. Who has her? Is she okay?”

He rests his hand on her shoulders to keep her full climbing out the bed. “She’s fine. I dropped her off with Kidd and Severide. She’s okay so you don’t need to worry about her.”

That’s a hard ask. She’s a mom now.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your alone time with her. I know you were looking forward to daddy daughter bonding.”

Matt chuckles. “Sweetie, she’s not even one yet. I think I’ll have plenty of opportunities to bond with her. And unfortunately, she’s probably even happier with Severide right now.”

Sylvie holds her lips together to keep from laughing. Julia does adore her uncle.

“Anyway, as much as I love that girl,” Matt says, bringing his hand to her face. “I love this girl a helluva lot too.”

She blushes. “I love you very much, you know? And truthfully, I’m so glad you’re here right now.”

He kisses her. “I’ll always be here for you.”

She’s more than okay with that.

[streaminn]

quid pro woe (stalker enid edition)

wait, quickly building up delusional stalker enid

Building up on how it starts from enid taking pics of wednesday and appreciate the fact that her room isn’t so alone now to starting to build smth up in her head

she definitely likes wednesday’s company and the poe cup solidifies it. Its part of the reason as to why she was so mad after the attack in the mansion. It isnt just because she nearly died. Sure, its included but she’s still simmering over the fact that Tyler was there.

she’s so happy that she got invited. It was a sign that they were getting closer, becoming friends even and they even wore the snoods, something enid made and omygosh isnt that amazing!? sadly, she couldnt continue her high simply because Tyler was there and its just rubbing salt in the wound when Wednesday goes back for him aswell.

Enid knows that Wednesday isn’t one for touch but to see her so easily place her hands on tyler’s- and now that she thinks on it more... Enid isn’t dumb, Wednesday tricked her with that invite and it stings of lies and deceit- of not being good enough.

Did Wednesday not trust her? did the shorter girl truly believe that enid was in the same league as a normie and thats why Tyler was invited? Enid may not be able to shift, but she’s still strong. Theres a reason werewolves need to be caged and it irks her the more she thinks and she just about blows up on Wednesday when they argue.

She lets loose her thoughts but not fully. She doesn’t mention of the itching in her fingers, the ones that crave to touch and to hold and to take- but she wants too, she so dearly wants someone to understand and to fall with her to the depths of suffocating emotion.

However enid isn’t too deep in the rabbit hole and she needs to leave. A part of her is starting to crave, starting to be desperate for Wednesday. It scratches at her throat and she hungers. 

She knows that feeling this much isn’t right. Enid doesn’t have the right to be irritated, they’re just friends and her heart aches at the thought of being so easily disposable (Wednesday didn’t even appreciate the bday either and okay she gets it but to see her efforts be wasted so easily.. it feels like parts of her is chipped when Wednesday easily disregards away the snood aswell)

Needy, she’s being needy.

so she goes and gets some space, to try and detach herself from the all encompassing Wednesday. A part of her has never felt something like this before, this.. entranced and enticed by someone. Enid is terrified at what she will turn out to be if she fully accepts.

It fails, it fails so badly and Enid finds every excuse to come back. She blames her nose for being attached, its not her fault that her body got used to simply living with Wednesday and its relieving- relaxing almost-  everytime she steps back into the room.

anyways thats it, i’ll continue it later if more peeps are interested

[chevvy-yates]

WIP Wednesday

I tag:

@alphanight-vp, @kittenchrissy, @wraithsoutlaws, @heywoodvirgin, @just-a-cybercroissant, @wanderingaldecaldo, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @dreamskug, @therealnightcity, @rosapexa, @streetkid-named-desire and @genocidalfetus – also everyone who likes to do it as alway and no pressure!

VP

currently on some pics I did of Thyjs last weekend. The ingame effects (falling sparks in the distance and spawned electricity) weren't enough so now I'm adding a shit ton of tex and brushes to it so it looks how I imagined it to be as VP alone doesn't work no matter how many I spawn.

Also giving some unreleased Ryder pics now the same procedure as I wasn't satisfied they have no rain visible (thanks to using dof) and I found some nice rain brushes (got inspired by @dreamskug <3). I love this set of pics I did of Ry as he's so expressive and emotional in those but I didn't know what to do with them for months. Now I have a better idea so I can soon post them, too – hopefully.

and another sneaky peaky for Vijay as I have noticed I haven't posted two pics of him yet (thought I have but nope).

SNIPPET? SNIPPET!

“So we are starting something serious here?” “Ik denk, ja.” Thyjs mumbles against his lips. Ry manages to roll them around so that he is on top now. “Wow, didn’t see that coming.” Thyjs says surprised “I’m not a soldier like you but I have tactics as well.” He leans in again, wants more stormy passion. Kissing Thyjs just felt amazing. He got addicted immediately after their first attempt. Thyjs feels overwhelmed, like Ryder flipped a switch inside him that released feelings he never felt before. He lets out another sweet low sound. It’s satisfying to Ryder's ears, telling him he’s pushing the right buttons. “Ryder—” Thyjs pants. “What?” “Ik—” he starts again as Ryder moves to his neck now placing his kisses there and he may have just found out this spot, the tattooed neck of the man beneath him seems to be a soft spot. He lets his lips softly hover over the delicious skin, eliciting more of these cute sounds. “You?” he asks, tongue now out licking the exact same spot again. Feast. Beast is chipping in again but Ryder ignores it. “Ah—” He turns away so he could look at Thyjs again, bold grin on his lips, sharp teeth showing. “Found the first soft spot, hm?” “Guess you did.” Thyjs answers. He already misses Ry against him, and his pointy teeth look so damn inviting, so he grabs the black haired man and pulls him back flush against him, whispering hoarse into his ear “Commando to bijt mij!” Ryder only smirks at that, responding with a short German “Gern” thrown in and bites down into the soft flesh of his neck, not with much pressure though, just enough that Thyjs newly pants with a certain anticipation. “Godverdomme!” Ryder starts sucking it. He wants to give him a mark, one that tells, this fine soldier of a man is now his. If the spot wasn’t already inked in black it would turn into a beautiful shaped hickey of deep purple in the middle surrounded by a rosé-pinkish color. Thyjs is totally giving himself to Ryder now, he doesn’t make any restraint, he wants Ry to do anything he wants to do with him all of a sudden. Yet Ryder stops, reminding himself they should take this slow. He knows he’s unstoppable once he falls into his sex drive and he doesn’t want to rush, doesn’t want to overwhelm Thyjs. He's the most experienced here and he should take a lead to show Thyjs bit by bit what awaits him having surrendered to a gay man. So he moves to the man’s ear, speaking with his dark soft mystic voice “We should go back inside.” “Hmm” “lay down to something more cozy. Enjoy a few more kisses.”

I'm all over the moon with them still … I could just write them kissing for hours and hours, ugh.

RADIO STATION (spotify playlist)

I'm mostly done with Ryder's two favorite Radio Stations I hc him to listne to in cp77 world. I'm just a bit unsure if I should continue to add more music or not before posting and how to post them.

I don't even know if anybody is interested in listening to them, but I'd be happy if someone does! I didn't think it would turn out to be a somewhat bigger project but I loved working on it. One is going to have German artists only and will be named 'Technoise' while the other is definitely dark and hard techno (I placeed some softer and more melodic tunes in between, though to give the ears a little rest from the hard beats).

Here's the covers I did for them:

Somehow I ended up with using Ryder's favorite boots from my past VP. The 'logos' are all made by me as well (using free as well as bought fonts and building it all together). Took inspiration from the radio station logos from the game, but still did them in my style. I'm very happy with how they turned out.

PLANS?

Since I got Thyjs into Dogtown last weekend, the next one is Jaysen – level him up, get through Konpeki and VDB to have him enter D-Town as well. I am desperate to try the new netrunner functions as well. And while playing with him this weekend (hopefully as I have to put up my x-max decoration as well this weekend) I hope to take some new pics of him alone but also with his beautifuly boyfriend Enzolino. <3 If I don't make it this weekend it wil lbe the next! But I'm not gonna change files until I have JJ given some love.

I do think it's a good way to approach playing the boys weekend wise. Maybe I'll find a bit mre time shortly before christmas or during it as not much is planned than just one day with the family on the 24th. 21st is my (and Hizumi's) b-day. Not gonna celebrate as always. I'll just chill, get a visit from mum and dad an that's it.

[yanderelovlies]

I'm late at asking this but this was a response to the two pics of Joseph one with him holding flowers the other with MC holding his face and him nuzzling into their hand. You asked if one of us to ask you to make a scenario based one of them, So me and my extra self attempted to do so buuut I wanted to make a up a backstory of how the wholesome happened in the first. So I wrote all this because I have no self control lol

Forgive me once I start I can't stop lmao 🙏 Anyway, here's what i came up with:

Aight I got you fam.

So the 1st pic Joe is usually the kinda guy that minds his own businessss, does his own thing tryst to avoid attention ya know? He isn't an unfriendly dude it's just sometimes a fella finds himself in the wrong place and the wrong time often.TOO often for poor Ole Joe unfortunately. Naturally rumors ran rampant, and with Joe being the big scary buff loner kid and all, who can blame anyone feeling weary over him? A couple of jerks try to mess with him and try starting fighting with the poor guy. With all this said though, the rumors at times weren't entirely unjustified either. Like I said, he's not a bad guy by any means; it's just you got to do what you got to do to survive. If that means a guy gotta do some stuff that ain't exactly legal, then so be it. No one is gonna miss a couple bags of chips or a shirt or two anyways right? Another one was skipping class, it's too much at times and keeps getting worse and worse by the day it seems. So because of his appearance, rumors, and his bad habits people tended to avoid him... That is until MC came along! They were the first and only person to treat Joe with respect and kindness, never minding the here says from others and at least try to understand him and his less than glamorous habits. They even convinced to pursue that acting a dream mind one that NO One knew about, not even his parents...Their Support really meant a whole lot to Joe, so of course MC grew to mean a whole lot to him. So much so that he couldn't stop thinking about them! How much fun they were, how much calmer things were with them around. How sweet and caring they are...How attractive they were...Before he knew it, Joe fell hard for MC. He knew exactly when he realized too, after a REALLY shitty day....

(Now imma stop myself here because this is long enough already lol I'll let ya finish this here if you like! Love your writing!!! Take care ^^)

Ah my love! I love this start come bbbaaacckk and we can compare stories

Please 🥺👉👈❤️💛💙

[pinbones]

Watched that chubbyemu youtube video about the woman who ate tapeworm eggs to lose weight and was left with some impressions

It's a wonderfully gross watch and i recommend his channel, i just wanna talk abt fatphobia for a sec

- he specifically avoided saying she didn't need to lose weight at any point in the video. in fact he emphasised several times that weight could be reliably lost with a good diet and exercise [citation needed] [this is a whooole thing]

- he seemed to empathise with her at the start when she was having self image issues, a little? but the wording is off and he almost seems to be blaming her for feeling this way, especially when he talked about her 'interpreting' magazines as a reason she should harm her body to lose weight. not a single word is spoken about the existence of fatphobia. he said "for some people the costs are too high" referring to diet and exercise, and only gives this as the reason people risk their health knowingly in order to get thinner. :/

- he said she 'couldn't stick to her extreme diets/exercise' rather than saying diets didn't remove weight from her body. is her failure to stick to diets something he researched in this anonymised case? a guess he made? either way the portrayal of her pre-tapeworm-belief self is one of lack of control and poor nutritional decisions.

- he kinda mocked her for falling for disinformation ("this suspicious post reeked of intense social engineering" ok). disinformation about health is very common and can strike anyone (including doctors!!!) and it's actually something to be delicate and understanding about. but he gently dunks on people a lot in his videos and it's funny so it doesn't super bother me. still, believing that disinformation is a thing that only strikes the stupid makes you more vulnerable to it, it's not silly that she found the info online intriguing when it's how human brains work.

- also the tapeworms did make her thinner. it works, it's just torture :) she continued to take pills even when it caused her daily gut pain because holy crap she wanted to be thinner so bad. i genuinely felt sorry for her :(

- the video contains a lot of footage of her eating, including 'junk food', and draws deliberate attention to it when she is hospitalised (does he have a transcript or did he just decide the fat woman was eating potato chips a lot before she came to the hospital?) also, while it may make sense to include footage of the actress eating, it was the tapeworm pills that made the patient sick, not things she may or may not have been consuming, so several shots of her eating creates an unusual implication that often isn't there in other videos by him. visual storytelling yo.

- he shows a before and after of himself doing his diet where the before pic is still thinnish, and brags about how people have noticed his progress, in a video about a fatter woman's terrifying struggle to become thin that landed her in the hospital twice. classy.

- he really wants the viewers to eat right and exercise. cool. good diet and exercise is good for you, but it shouldn't be treated as an obvious weight loss solution (when it's not) when it should be encouraged for its own sake, not as a cure for something that doesn't need fixing because it's not bad in the first place (fatness). fatphobia will not bring about improved physical health. as the tapeworm consumers have proved, it so often does the opposite.

- although it's entertainment, it carries itself as well-researched and reasonable much like the rest of his channel, and he's open about the fact that he's a doctor. you are led to believe what he says.

Consuming tapeworm eggs is an unbelievably bad idea. But you'd think a video about a woman wanting to be thinner so bad she was willing to do something like that to her body might inspire a look at how fatphobia contributes to this, especially since he mentions contributions to other issues like antibiotic misuse and gummy medicine overdoses in other videos in informed ways. So why not talk about fatphobia at all, or about fatness as anything other than lifestyle failure and magazine cope? You'd think this video itself, at the absolute least, might avoid encouraging the culture and thinking that led to such a drastic decision.

[devnmon]

Sheriff's Deputy Morgan

pics are not mine, from various pinterest accs!

Summary: Arthur comes back to camp one day with a shiny new badge on his chest, and you can't take him seriously. Though you tease him constantly, he gets fed up one particular day and finally puts you in your place.

Warnings: arthur's a lil mean but rightfully so, doggy style, unprotected piv (not recommended for irl experiences), teasing, creampie, orgasm denial if u squint

a/n: hi friends! i wrote this pretty quickly after starting yet another round of rdr2 and beginning ch3 again. idk what it wad this time that made the damn badge arthur wears so very attractive to me. i couldn’t help myself from making this a piece of absolute filth! if theres repeated dialogue or stuff, its from my very minimal editing. otherwise enjoy <3

wc: 3.2k

You were tired. Exhausted, worn down, and burnt out definitely were more accurate terms, but all your body could feel was drained. From Blackwater, to Horseshoe Overlook, to Clemen's Point. Would the running ever cease? 

As the next morning sun rose across the vast lake, the temperature was already heating up by mid-morning. It was an uneventful day of mundane tasks with the other girls, until Dutch and Arthur returned to camp with shiny sheriff badges on their chest. To see those of all things accompany their outfits and not blood and bullet holes for once was indeed a surprise. 

"Your cowboy a deputy now, huh?" Tilly began, glancing at you facing his direction. 

"Shut up, Tilly. I'm sure that ain’t really what's happenin'..." you responded playfully, huffing a breath and abandoning the laundry you were in the middle of washing. Ms. Grimshaw's voice echoed in your ear the minute she saw you walking off, but your strides took you away from her just in time for you to make it to Arthur's tent. 

Observing as he sat on his cot when you neared Arthur's tent, your eyes hadn't deceived you; Arthur was wearing a deputy badge, and that meant Dutch was wearing one too. 

"Who in their right mind deputized you fools?" you laughed, catching the blues of the man before you. Arthur met your eye and smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck before standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Well, it is lovely to see you too, darlin'." he drawled, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. "And that would be the drunken sheriff in Rhodes. Seemed dumb enough, but it was Dutch's idea. So I couldn't exactly say no." 

You grasped Arthur's forearms as they wrapped around you, moving you closer to him with that strength of his. The oaky aroma he always possessed surrounded you completely. 

"Well, good thing you're not really employed by the government. Then we'd truly have an issue." you chuckled, spotting his chipped front tooth peeking out from between his lips while he smirked.  

"Oh, yeah... you wouldn't get away with things that easily now, would ya?" Arthur spoke into your ear as his palms tightened around your waist. 

"No, of course we wouldn't..." you replied, recalling the numerous times you'd teased your cowboy and left him high and dry. Your flirtatious quips always settled in a part of him he couldn't control. Arthur spent many evenings much too unsatisfied until he was able to get you alone. Left only with your words clouding his mind and half hard cock, he was more than sensitive once he was able to satisfy himself. 

Arthur would have to wait until night fell to take care of his bothersome desires with you. He reckoned it frustrating when all you did was get away with it only because he allowed you to. 

He had half the mind to take you where everyone could see and hear, but his pride was too much to bear losing, especially in front of the older members of camp.

“If we wasn’t in the middle of camp with pryin’ eyes and ears, I’d have you bent over an’ full of me already.” He growled, before you pulled him in for a passionate kiss and slipped through his grip to return to your chores.

Arthur has really got to stop letting this happen, scowling to himself as he watched you immerse sensibly back into your chores. He figured the rest of the day would pass by quicker if he did the same. 

You knew nothing good came from teasing a man like Arthur to his breaking point, especially when he’s known for being able to take someone down if prompted. There was no question or doubt he was able to do the same to you. 

Arthur’s strength is unmatched, he’s able to overpower you easily in most situations. Yet, he’s delicate– sensual and gentle with you. In a way, he let you get away with teasing him many times and was still fervent and carnal when giving  you pleasure. 

But recently… pushing his limits like this day after day was getting on his nerves. He tried his best to shove those feelings down but you didn’t ease up on him one bit. 

Upon chopping wood and tending to the horses for the last hours of daylight, Arthur found himself catching your eye multiple times across camp. Your stares bore into him each time he would spot them, while watching you look away trying to feign innocence. Once he spotted you sitting around the campfire eating dinner, he figured that his opportunity to find a seat next to you for company. 

“Well, hi there, darlin’.” Arthur spoke as he sat down, getting particularly close to your hips with his. The gruff sound of his voice was telling enough with the amount of looks he was giving you during the silence as the two of you ate. 

“Hello, deputy Morgan.” you teased once again, taking no shame in staring him down while licking your spoon clean. Arthur cleared his throat tellingly, moving himself flush against your side. 

“Now who told you to call me that?” he murmured lowly in your ear, a ghost of goosebumps covering the back of your neck. 

“I was just doin’ as I’m seein’... Y’got that shiny badge, and you ain’t makin’ much use of it.” you practically whispered back in response. 

“Oh.. should I? Be makin’ use of it?” The gruff of Arthur’s voice bewildered your mind, struggling to calm the hunger gnawing at your lower regions. 

“Maybe you should… deputy. Before things get out of hand..” you snarked, dragging your eyes up and down his body. By the tone of your voice, Arthur could tell you weren’t done with whatever shenanigans planned. To let you spin a little yarn before taking control back had sincerely been his favorite part of his life with you. For you to play a little game just to get him to give himself over to you, each time overflowing with passion and hunger– he must really be smitten. 

Dinnertime flew by, and once the first light of the moon covered the ground, mostly everyone in camp had settled down for the night. After practically gluing himself to the outside of camp to avoid everyone else, Arthur made his way back to his tent. Of course, once he approached, the first thing he saw was you rummaging through his satchel. 

“Excuse me, miss?” Arthur spoke, placing his hands on his gunbelt, a typical deputy stance. 

“Arthur– it’s not what it looks like…” you began, noting his stature and the way his eyes locked on your figure. His chest hair poked through the unbuttoned part of his shirt, reminding you what type of man you were dealing with– especially with that badge. 

“That’s Deputy Morgan to you. Now, why don’t you tell me what you were really doin’ ‘round here.” He took a few steps closer, maintaining such intimidating posture above you. 

“Um… I was just lookin’ for a few dollars. Treat myself to a drink or two. Nothin’ big.” 

“And you couldn’t have just… asked for the money, huh doll?” 

“Thought it would be embarrassing. ’M sorry, deputy..” you chuckled, spinning Arthur’s little spiel along. 

“I’m afraid..” he stepped closer, “that ain’t good enough for me, sweetheart.” His natural tobacco and honey scent overloaded your senses, and all you could see, hear, and smell was him. 

“Well… is there anythin’ I could do to make it alright? Wouldn’t want to leave one of the sheriff’s finest deputies unsatisfied..” His index finger hooked under your chin, lifting your eyes to catch his, blues darkened in the moonlight. 

“Y’can start by makin’ eye contact when you speak to me, darlin’.” Arthur’s husky voice commanded, staring up at him like a deer in headlights. 

“Yes, Deputy Morgan. What else can I… do for you?” His eye contact was intense and captivating, the beginning of a smirk making its way onto your lover’s face. Those perfectly imperfect teeth of his shone as they began to show themselves from between his lips.

“Finish what you started, pretty girl.” The other hand on his gunbelt unbuckled it in one motion, tossing it on the ground before undoing the button on his pants. 

“Yes, sir, deputy Morgan…” Your genuine attraction to the man above you made your sultry voice that much more intoxicating for Arthur’s ears. He had half the mind to take what he wanted, but he knew you better than that. Plus, he loved your hands on him. 

With a quick unzip and yank of his riding pants, Arthur’s length popped out of his undergarments and stood before you. There he stood, red and erect, swollen from being worked up all day long. 

“It must be so difficult, walking around with this irritating you actin’ like everything’s alright.” One of your hands wrapped around the base of him, warm and throbbing in your grasp. Arthur growled at your contact and immediately removed your hand from him, and held it above your head before turning you to lay on your stomach. 

“Arthur–” 

“Hush, girl. You’ve been a pain in my ass all day long. Don’t think I deserve that, now do ya?” You silently shook your head, beginning to breathe heavily at his contact with your skin. That strength of his held both your arms in place, his strength overpowering you without breaking a sweat. Arthur used his other hand to yank your undergarments down your legs, before running his fingers through your folds. He chuckled at how soaked you were without even being touched. 

“Feel that? ‘S just for you.”

“Oh, yeah? Anything I can do about it?”

“What’chu think suckin’ up to me’s gonna do, huh?” 

“Nothin’... I just want you… bad.”

“Well if that hasn’t been abundantly clear to me all damn day, miss.” His tip prodded at your entrance teasingly. Arthur could tell you were clearly worked up in advance with the way he slotted himself through your folds with no resistance. Just the temptation to slip inside you in that moment controlled him like the wind to the rain and it took everything in him to resist. The groan of approval he let rumble through his chest and onto your back was enough for you to clench around nothing. 

“Look at that. I ain’t even the one been doin’ the teasin’, and you’re a goddamn mess.” 

“Believe it or not that damn badge has turned me on more than I can admit, sir…” you choked out, breathing heavily below him. 

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, darling.”

“You ain’t even got any cuffs… some deputy you are…” you breathed, ending your words with a snark in your tone. Arthur scoffed, pushing into you completely to shut you up, hearing a whimper escape you. The cowboy was ruthless, slotting himself all the way until your pelvis was flush against his. Arthur’s body was hot and muscular against yours, his rugged figure locking you under him. 

“What you got to say, huh? With the way y’re layin’ under me, you ain’t gonna be goin’ anywhere anytime soon. Now hush.” 

You swallowed upon feeling every inch of him meld to your walls as you adjusted to his size. Out of reflex, you clenched around him, listening to him rummage around and grab something. The top of your head rested against Arthur’s pillow, his hand still restricting both of yours. 

You could feel his hand begin to go sweaty until he replaced it with his other, rope in hand. 

“Arthur– what’re you doin’?” you asked, squirming underneath him and breathing heavily against the tightness of the rope wrapping around your wrists. Once it was secured not too tightly, he’d tied you to the leg of his side table.

“Told you– ain’t goin’ nowhere. Now…” Arthur’s grip returned to your hips, pulling himself all the way out of you and thrusting back in completely. Every inch slid warm and welcomingly against your walls. “I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart. Show you how bad teasin’ someone like me can turn out for ya.” 

Arthur sighed with pleasure with his cock twitching inside you, slick leaking out of your entrance. His warm hands caressed your waist desperately, gripping and sinking his fingers into your flesh. 

“Mmh… please go faster, Arthur,” you know that pleading at this point would only piss him off more, but there wasn’t much else you could do whilst pinned underneath him. 

“Nah, nah. You don’t get t’tell me how to fuck you. You made it very clear you ain’t interested in listenin’ to me when ya kept teasin’ me actin’ like I wouldn’t notice.” He pulls his hips away from yours for a moment, only to push all the way back in a bit harder than last time. You stifle a moan as his tip kisses the exact spot he knows drives you crazy. 

One of his hands goes to grab your hair, twisting it around his palm a few times and pulling. Your head jerks upwards, his fullness pushing a bit more against that spongy spot. 

“Y’know, it pains me to be like this, cause I ain’t ever seen someone as fine as you. Why you act like a brat all the time, I don’ know.” Arthur punctuated his sentences with movements of his hips– hard and rough into you. There’s something so filthy about the way he’s grunting in your ear while his hips press against yours so passionately. 

“Jus’ want your attention, Mister Morgan. Can’t– mmmh… can’t take it when you walk around lookin’ the way you do. Fuck… and that badge– you don’ know what it does t’me.” Arthur’s chest grumbles with a deep chuckle, using his free hand to land a smack on your ass. 

“Hm, well look where that’s gotten ya. Dirty girl. Had me all worked up, thinkin’ I’d be showin’ you who’s boss, but ya still got what’cha want.” 

Every hard thrust had you clenching around him instinctively and sending you further into absolute bliss. 

“You have… oh, right there Arthur–” Your breathy gasps and moans pair quite nicely with the feeling of your tight walls that meld to him every time he’s inside you. He’s not one to be short lived in bed, but the way you’re squeezing so hot around him and relishing in how good he makes you feel– he’s shot closer to release, rhythmic thrusts of his hips stuttering a bit.

“Ya really outdid yourself this time, sweetheart. Makin’ it hard for me to walk around camp without wantin’ to let everyone see what you do to me. But… I prefer this instead, havin’ you all to myself.” Arthur’s heavy breathing revealed how hot he’d been for you as you were for him. 

He knows you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and does a damn good job of trying to contain himself. But the minute you start acting needy, he’s putty in your hands. Arthur’s self control goes out the window when your walls squeeze him, as if you could feel any damn better than you already do. Wet and pleading for only him, siphoning his willpower like a siren and never seeming like you’d ever stop having that effect on him. 

He pistons himself inside you, hitting your most tender parts and feeling that wave of release curling up over his shoulder. 

“Arthur, m’close…” your words come out so slurred that you’re not sure he even understood you. Though when his movements become much slower, when he’s pressing himself deeper into you each time, you know he’s prolonging it. Even if it’s just for a moment, Arthur wants to string you along like you’d done for days on end. 

“Breathe, baby, you can hold out for me a little while longer, can’t ya?” Through your continuously stifled sounds, your head nods and somehow his thrusts become even more drawn out. Arthur’s sure he’s never going to see heaven, especially not when he bathes in this type of affection you give him and is hard pressed to say he’d find it anywhere else. 

“Wanna come so bad, Arthur… promise I’ll never do it again,” your voice, high pitched and shaky, shot through him like a lightning bolt. Immediately pressing his back against yours, Arthur knows you can’t take any more.

“Prove it, honey. Come on, come for me. Be a good girl…” His fingers find your hardened nipple, pulling and twisting away while burying himself into you. 

“Arthur– fuck, I’m gonna–” With his words, you gushed around him, slick painting his thighs like an art piece. Goosebumps coated your skin, walls fluttering with passion. Your release was enough to send him over the edge, hips stuttering with every second that passed. 

His gruff voice spews a string of praises together, growling in your ear and losing himself in the pleasure. 

So pretty filled up with me…

Fuck, you’re perfect every time.

Such a good girl.

And when he comes inside, paints your walls with his spend, his lips press against your neck fervently, till his breathing steadies again. 

“Thank you, thankyouthankyou…” you mumbled, knees collapsing so you lay completely on his cot. Arthur’s weight lifts off your back, pulling himself out of you and pausing to take in the view of you. A bit of him slips out of you and down your leg, and it takes everything in him to not become hard and fuck you again. The sheen of sweat on your thighs glistens in the lantern light, and immediately reaches to untie your wrists, still attached to his bedside table before buttoning his pants back up.

“Here we go, sweetheart. Ya did so well f’me.” A sigh leaves your lungs before turning over to face him. His cheeks are flushed and his forehead is shiny with beads of sweat, but he couldn’t look more perfect in his afterglow. 

“‘M sorry I made ya mad… You know I love you,” you drawled, that sweet voice of yours clouding his mind. 

“Aw, I love ya too, baby. Sometimes, you just get on my damn nerves… teasin’ me like that ain’t good for a man’s head. ‘Specially not when I’m an honorary deputy of Lemoyne. But you jus’ like how the badge looks on me, don’t ya?” He sat down next to you, pushing a lock of hair out of your face. 

“Can’t blame me if I say yes, very much so, Arthur.” Your hand cups his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss. 

“Well, good thing pretty girls get off easy from the law. Least, that’s what I’ve heard.” Arthur licked his lips, smirking at your blushing reaction.  Referencing that damn badge again, the thing that started this whole mess, you giggled. 

“Well, I can’t promise to be on my best behavior, but I’d gladly be bossed around by Sheriff Arthur if it meant gettin’ you close to me.” You laid down, holding your hand out for him to join you. 

“I’m already as close as can be, darlin’. How could I ever be closer?” His fingers intertwined with you, scooching up next to you while using his arm to pull you against his chest. 

“Just like this.” your soft words lingered in the cool air as your eyes closed and the two of you drifted off to sleep. Arthur Morgan was one hell of an honorary deputy.

[hoodedfigure-no99]

So I’m in Vegas and I’ve just had the most whiplashed day I’ve ever had. I bought a ticket to see Zak Bagans’ Haunted Museum, which was actually pretty cool, glad I went. Some of it’s pretty hokey but whatever it’s a Las Vegas entertainment thing. Loved the gift shop ngl. Anyway, I got to go into the basement and let me tell you I saw a shadow in the mirror down there and the spirit box went nuts. Other areas were tamer, I love Peggy, though she was kinda quiet. I felt super somber in the room involving Kevorkian. I grew up watching all sorts of news reports involving him, and honestly i don’t understand how his van could be haunted or anything if at all. Yes, many died in that van. Many died because they wanted to do so. He let them dictate when their final moment was. He didn’t connive them into suicide. They longed for rest that would eventually take them after days months years of excruciating/debilitating pain. Anyway off of that tangent. The worst of it was the room with Ed Gein’s cauldron and as soon as I entered it I felt BAD. The vibes were off in the most unsettling way. Another “I am uncomfortable” moment not involving claustrophobia and/or clowns was the Dybbuk box. To start off, the room before it, I was starting to lose my balance, but when I entered the room, I…lost track of myself in that room. I found it super hard to focus and I felt off. I got the shivers as soon as I entered, and continued to feel cold and shivers until way past when I got back to my hotel.

Would I go again? Absolutely. I want to do the flashlight tour because I want to talk to Peggy, or really get down to brass tacks with the Dybbuk box.

Also: did I look Peggy in the eyes? Yes. Did I have severe random stomach pain for a half hour later that evening? Sure did.

Now let me bring y’all around to the whiplash. I wasn’t feeling too hungry, and seeing this as a time to try Gordon Ramsay food, I decided to walk to the fish and chips place next door. Got my food, super quick, very tasty when i eventually ate it.

The whiplash occurred as I walked by 2 guys next to a lit up Chippendales sign. i was tired, i was a little peckish, so I walked, until I heard one of them say “stop right now” in *that* voice. The sub part of my brain like TOOK OVER, help. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked over and he absolutely lost it. IMAGINE USING DOM VOICE ON A RANDOM STRANGER AND HAVING IT WORK. That boy got his claws right into me. Anyway I wasn’t thinking (I really wanted to try the fish and chips), and he’s like “here have some beads, also come over here and take some pics with us” basically and again i was like ok but the math wasn’t mathing in my head until he took his jacket off and I was met by a broad toned *naked* chest. I stared at him like I’d just encountered an alien (Christ I love being acespec, just makes these encounters actually hilarious), and then his FRIEND joins in and I don’t think I’ve ever been this red before in MY LIFE, Anyway I got some really funny pics and I’m going to show you all.

Also I touched a man’s ass (as requested), and when the camera went off he flexed his cheeks and IVE NEVER BEEN MORE CONFUSED IN MY LIFE ARE ASSES SUPPOSED TO BE THIS MUSCULAR HELP 😂😂😂 all i could say at the end of it was “you guys are so warm” 😂😂😂