#and it can be hard to say no to someone publically

[mzzledmutt]

—BLIND DATE

starring.ᐟ katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis.ᐟ a social engagement or date with a person one has not previously met.

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, first blind date, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, hair pulling, pet names (excessive use of princess), slight man handling, bakugou is a softie at heart, praise, slight softdom!katsuki, breeding

word count.ᐟ 4.8k words

m.mutt 𐂯 please enjoy my brainrot!!

KATSUKI Bakugou was known for many things. His boisterous personality. His bulky, intimidating stature. His impressive and powerful quirk. His less than family-friendly language and his hatred of paparazzi.

You would think being in the spotlight since 15, he would be used to it at this point. Maybe even indulge from time to time but, it’s never been his thing. He makes that fact well-known, constantly. Written and spoken interviews, press conferences, and award ceremonies, he will remind everyone to mind their own business. Especially when it comes to his personal life.

New photos and videos always arrive of the hero, dressed in alleged disguise, flipping off and yelling at the paparazzi. Especially when they get too close to his family and friends. One of his most iconic videos is of his poor father attempting to calm down both his large, rowdy son and his equally rowdy, yet smaller wife.

This strong distaste for the prying eyes and cameras belonging to paparazzi, unfortunately, takes a hard toll on his love life.

Their obsession with publicizing his entire life has forced his hand in many situations. That and the exclusive life he is now forced to lead. One of the biggest downsides of being a hero is the increase in difficulty in your love life.

These few relationships he’s had have all ended one of two ways.

One, in a ball of fury and tears. As a pro hero, Katsuki is often spotted with many people. Typically, people he knows. In bars and restaurants, caught conversating and drinking. Those candid moments are always being televised, even without his knowledge.

Suddenly, his after-work drink with a few friends is skewed and Dynamight is allegedly dating pro-hero Uravity. Resulting in arguments and watching as his partners stormed away.

Two, the spark simmers out. Coming home to put on a front feels exhausting as the days tick by, they both know it. It’s only inevitable until someone’s bags are packed. They’ll cry, holding hands on his couch as he speaks. They’ll go for a hug, only to realize now isn’t the time and leaving is the better option. Soon his apartment is quiet again, leaving him alone.

All of it has turned him away from the dating scene. He’s young and green, with plenty of time to settle down. Except, the consistent pestering from peers, fans, and his own parents is draining. Balancing his hero life, personal and love life all at the same time, was nearly impossible.

“I’m not going out with some chick you designed a dress for!”

“Just give it a try, you brat.”

Katsuki groans, his head rolling back at Mitsuki’s pestering. They were currently sitting in his childhood kitchen, eating brunch as they usually did on Sundays. “You have no idea, you could find the love of your life!” His father chimed in, attempting to add support.

“Maybe you’ll finally give me a grandkid.” Katsuki cringes, shaking his head at his mother’s words. “Look, as your parents we just want what’s best for our little boy. Even if you’re a hulking mountain a man now.”

“I think you should give it a try, she was a sweet girl too. Very well mannered.” Masaru pipes up in Katsuki’s silence.

“Look, just give it a shot. I’ll give you her number and you two can work things out. If things don’t work out you can always try again.” She sips at her hot tea, eyes fluttering shut due to the steam.

“And if I say no?”

“Why do you have to be so incredibly difficult?” Mitsuki scolds as he swirls his spoon in his tea. “Why do you have to be so incredibly annoying?” He muttered followed by a swift pop to the head.

“Ow! Shit!”

That’s how he ended up in this high-end lounge, awaiting a random woman his parents vouched for. He nursed a glass of whiskey, looking over their messages on his phone. Their conversation was rather bland, nothing incredibly enticing but, everyone doesn’t connect over text.

After some time, from his spot at the bar, he sends her another text. It’s only fifteen minutes, there could be traffic. He closes the messenger, choosing to scroll through his social media feed. Occasionally, he lifted his head scanning the area.

It wasn’t a quiet night, the place was bustling with conversation and laughter. Twenty minutes late.

He sent another text.

Everyone is secluded in their worlds, eating snacks and conversing with their loved ones. Their loud conversations exceeded the confinements of their seats. Katsuki was growing impatient.

Thirty minutes late. He’s already attempted to call, being sent straight to voicemail. Was this a joke? Had his parents set him up for some reason?

Glowering red eyes linger across the bar, noticing a figure he had seen earlier. Dressed in a sleek, black dress and nursing a martini between manicured nails. And another text.

Each time he looked in search of his alleged date, his eyes wandered back over to you. Watching as you pitifully looked around, maybe in search of someone like him. His eyes shut as he grimaced watching you pout. Your full, glossed lips jutted out with sadness.

He goes to pick up his phone and sends another message before, shutting the device off. Nearly an hour and a half late, he wasn’t that desperate to pester someone who didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” He calls the bartender. It didn’t seem like this mystery woman would be appearing any time soon so, might as well take a chance. “Lady at the end of the bar,” He gestured toward you. “Another of what’s she’s having, from me.” The man nods, heading off to prepare the new drink.

Katsuki grins seeing your reaction. Confusion washed over your face for a moment before you were directed towards him. Eyes locking for the first time that night. You smile and wave, he reciprocates nonchalantly.

Soon, his whiskey is finished and another is placed before him. “From the lady.” The bartender smiles, pointing his gaze to you once more. You raise your glass in solidarity, your beautiful smile still on display. He raises his glass, as a sort of distant cheers, taking a swig right away.

He watches as your gaze falls to the background, peering around the dim bar before you rise from your seat. Katsuki anxiously shifted in his seat, unsure of where you were going but, his anxiety didn’t settle as you stride over to him.

“Hi.” One word and he’s hooked. Your melodic voice wrapping itself around his brain and heart. “Hey, care to sit?” He offers the seat beside him. “Gladly.” You’re nervous, curt responses give you away along with the slight tremble in your hand.

“What are you doin’ here, beautiful?” He’s starting bold, liquid courage providing him strength. “I was supposed to be on a date. He hasn’t shown.” He ashamedly smirks. “Funny enough, I got stood up too.” He down the rest of his drink.

“What’s your name?” You answer sweetly, a bright smile on your face. He shared it, almost subconsciously. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki—“

“I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. I’m surprised everyone is being so calm right now honestly.” You laugh and his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while.

“Places like these are used to seeing pros, they get over it.” He replies, leaning against the bar top. “Not every day one-half of the wonder duo walks through those doors.” You reason, a smug smirk on your face as if knowing you’d won.

“Touché.” You giggle, a sweet sound he yearns to hear again. “Did you enjoy your martini?”

“It was delicious. Thank you, again.” Well-mannered and gorgeous. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.” You flush, thanking him profusely. He orders you both another round, choosing to carry on the conversation.

As you two spoke he fell deeper and deeper into infatuation. “I’m the newest assistant for your friend, Chargebolt. This is only my third month at the agency and I’m tired.” You sip at your drink. “Really? Been so busy I haven’t had a chance to make the trip. Can’t be an easy job though, knowin’ Kaminari.”

“It’s not the most difficult task in the world but, I do have to keep my eye on him like a toddler.” You share a laugh at the comparison.

The conversation shifts to your personal lives. Lamenting on your lack of a love life, work beginning to consume your free time. How your close friends and family have urged you to get out of your shell. Which led to this night.

His hand lays over yours as he showers you with compliments. Deflecting anytime your humble attitude attempted to shut him down. He complimented your dress, you tried to brush him off claiming that the piece was old and unflattering.

“Well, I think that dress is absolutely stunning.” His hand grasps yours, and you reciprocate. “I should know, my ma’s a designer.” He’s almost smug in saying that as if his association with a designer made him the judge of all fashion.

“I’m aware, I’ve browsed her catalog since I was little.” The way your eyes light up talking about particular garments his mother fashioned that she always dreamed of owning. “I think you’d look gorgeous in just about anything.”

“Are you flirting with me Katsuki Bakugou?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you leaning into each other's spaces unknowingly. He could smell your sweet perfume from her, the scent filling his senses. “I am, is that alright?”

“It is.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips as you lick your own before sitting back in your seat. Katsuki’s already hooked, still leaning into your space as if entranced by you. He leans back, stuck in an unfamiliar haze of attraction.

That haze seemed to slow the time as he checked his watch seeing he had been chatting with you for nearly four hours. It was dark outside, patrons still lingering in the lounge.

“Hey, it’s getting late.”

“Is there anything I can get you? A ride home? Maybe a nightcap?” The last part was slightly rushed as if he were embarrassed. “A nightcap sounds good, I’m off tomorrow anyway.” The wink you give him doesn’t go unnoticed making his stomach tighten. “Excuse me, can I close our tabs?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Please, let me. Besides that jerk should’ve been here paying anyway.” You sit in silence as he closes you both out of the night and thank him as he helps you to your feet. Bakugou drapes his big coat over your shoulders, holding out a hand which you graciously take.

The contrast of the warmth of the bar and the chilly night air flushes your cheeks. You’re thankful to the hero for his warm coat. “Your hands are really warm.” You mutter as you both stride down the sidewalk.

Katsuki’s notices before you. The stares. People turn to whisper to each other as he walks beside you. Soon, there are flashes and cheers of his name. He rolls his eyes out of annoyance, holding onto your hand tighter as he moves faster. “Can ya’ keep up, princess?”

A small swarm of fans and paparazzi crowd the couple, snapping photos and begging for an interview. He barks orders at them to leave you alone, keeping your face obscured from their ravenous gaze. You blindly follow, rather unphased by the crowd around you.

Before you, a sleek, exquisite sports car sat with flashing headlights. Katsuki opens the passenger door, still blocking you from view as he helps you inside. Once the door is shut, you’re concealed by his dark tint. “Can’t you guys just fuck off, for one night?” It was a rhetorical question, more to himself than the people around him.

He waves at fans along the street, ignoring the money-hungry reporters behind him as he opens his own door and settles into his vehicle.

“I’m so sorry.” He’s met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch to his hand. “Katsuki, I’m used to it. This is a part of my job too, I’m just more behind the scenes.”

“They’re just invasive,” The card engine roars to life, vibrating the interior. “Almost predatory. Going any length for a snippet of gossip.” He groans, leaning his messy blond head against the leather seats. “Bakugo—“ - “Katuski.” He speaks over you.

His head lulls to the side, his full attention on you. “Katsuki. I appreciate all you’ve done tonight.” Plump glossed lips upturned into a smile that melts his heart. “Consider it a late welcoming gift. You’re lucky, I usually send assistants gift cards to a spa.”

You both laugh, a break between the growing tension filling the cramped space of his car as you hold eye contact. His tongue darts to lick his chapped lips, teeth barely grazing the skin before he clears his throat and looks away.

“You sure you still wanna go back to mine?” He asks, buckling his seatbelt and you do the same. “Yeah, it’s just one drink.”

One drink.

Just one drink.

The phrase repeated in his mind almost the entire time. Your voice disrupting his thoughts the only thing keeping him from being completely silence. He drives you to his building. A large, clean structure. Covered in windows, and lights, and well decorated.

You don’t even need to enter the lobby. Katsuki leads you to an elevator activated with a special keycard.

After a short trip, the doors open to this grand place.

You find yourself in awe as you walk through his front hall. His apartment was massive and spotless yet, homey. Although he clearly preferred a more modernized look, it still managed to have the charm and personality of his childhood home.

“This place is ten times bigger than my apartment.” Katsuki laughs, taking his coat from you and hanging it beside the door. “I want to downsize, this was an impulse buy from when I first started. A financial disaster is what I refer to it as.” You giggle, he swoons.

The blond guides you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool for you to sit in at the island. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up.” He offers. “I thought I was just here for a nightcap, not dinner.” You joke, settling down in your seat.

“Well, I like a nice snack when I drink and a lady always deserves a nice dinner on the first date.”

“This is a date now?” You quirk a brow, still rather unsure of what to make of this evening.

“Wasn’t it always? We both had shitty dates who stood us up, we just found each other instead.”

“Yeah, then I guess it is.” You bat your lashes as silence falls over the kitchen for a moment. Katsuki clears his throat and smiles, moving away to gather something to eat. “What’re you making?” You ask seeing as he stands before the fridge. “Nothing.”

“Fresh bow of fruit, put it together today. I can get some crackers and wine, that work for you?” You nod.

“Could you grab the bottle off the counter? Don’t worry about a screw I’ve got one.” You help yourself to sort of peruse his kitchen, taking in little bits of his taste from the pictures and decor before returning the bottle to him.

Katsuki pops the bottle, pouring you both half glasses. You cheers, taking the first drink together and savoring the sweet taste. “I didn’t expect you to like sweet wines.”

“I indulge from time to time, besides it was a gift from my ma.”

“Aww, Dynamight the mama’s boy.” You giggle, grabbing a fresh strawberry and popping it into your mouth. “Oh hush, she gets these kinds of things for free and knows I’ll actually use them.” He’s close, using his elbows to lean on the counter.

“So don’t always do this?” You can smell his cologne.

“Do what?” He can smell your perfume.

“Being pretty girls to your apartment.” The scents colliding are an intoxicating concoction.

“Only pretty girls I like.” A strawberry is held cautiously between his fingertips, held between your space. “You like me, Katsuki?” A rather silly question on your part, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I do, princess.” He slowly bites into the juicy fruit, keeping his eyes on you.

The sudden bass and rap of his voice along with the intense eye contact fill you with a sudden wave of heat. The facade of small talk became harder to keep up.

It wasn’t long before Katsuki was brazen enough to lean over the counter and press his lips against yours. Your glasses of wine are soon abandoned, sloppily making out as you sit on his pristine countertop. He stood between your legs, hands crawling across your back and hips as you pant into each other mouths.

Soon, you’re both stumbling down his spacious corridor and into his dimly lit bedroom. He lets you go, turning to close the door as you take in your surroundings. Once the door is shut his attention is back to you, frantic hands roaming over each other skin, pulling at the almost offensive fabrics that keep your bodies apart.

Your clothes are eventually scattered among his own on the bedroom floor as Katsuki gently lowers your naked bodies into his fresh sheets. Cradling your head as he brushes his lips along your jaw and neck. You shiver under his touch, calloused hands running along your soft skin, cupping your breast, and rolling your hardening nipples.

You mewl under his touch, legs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. His teeth nip at your jaw, lowering to nip and suck marks into the skin of your neck. Your hips buck against each other, his hardening cock jumping against your dripping cunt.

It was becoming too much. you whine, pulling his attention away from your neck.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His words are followed by more gentle kisses. “Want you, ‘suki.” you pout, eyes watering dramatically. “You want more, baby?” You nod, lips still stuck in a pathetic-looking pout. His right hand moves to your jaw, pinching the bone between a few, thick fingers.

“Use your words.” His voice is strong, and commanding. Yet, loving and soft. “I want more, ‘suki.” He smiles at your muffled words and presses a wet kiss onto your puckered lips. “I’ll give you more then, princess.”

Your jaws sore when he lets go, the feeling of his fingers still remnant in their wake. Your legs fall slack as the blond kisses down your torso, from the valley of your breast to the bottom of your navel. He follows the trail back up and down once more, staring you in the eye.

His eyes shift down for a moment, a wolfish grin forming on his face. “You’re dripping, baby.” He cooes making your skin flush. another whine leaves your throat as you tear your gaze away, trying to focus on the ceiling above you. “No no, look at me.”

“Good. Look at me, baby.” His right hand moves from rubbing at your hips, to gently caressing your skin until his thumb lands on your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden contact, your gaze locked on him. Thumb lowers to collect the juices from your cunt, making a show as he brings the digit to his mouth to taste you.

You’re infatuated with the godly figure before you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, muscles unintentionally flexed as he lewdly moans around his fingers at your taste. “‘s so good, princess. You taste so fuckin’ good.”

He makes of show of it, wickedly at your already blissed-out appearance. “So damn sweet, soakin’ my sheets.”

Your eyes follow him as he descends between your legs once more, harshly biting the plump skin before soothing it with kisses.

You’re so caught in your own pleasure, the shock of his fingers prodding your cunt forces a gasp. His free hand moves your thighs onto his shoulders as he stares you down. “Can I?”

One thick finger breaches your cunny slowly, gently pushing in before pulling out. He follows the motions a few times, watching as you gush around his finger. Soon, another is added. Carefully, thrusting into your pussy as he presses kisses to your clit.

You writhe at his ministrations, fighting to keep your eyes focused on the man before you.

He sets a slow and mind-numbing pace, slowly thrusting in and out. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers and your breath moans a chorus to him.

“Yeah? Feel good, princess?” He teases, gaze fixed upon your pleasure-ridden face. Your mouth is agape as strained moans are pulled from your aching chest. He was breaking you apart in two fingers, stretching you open and preparing you for his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby? ‘M gonna stretch you open like a good girl deserves.” He declares, mainly to himself. Too lost in how your walls greedily suctioned his fingers back in.

Bakugou carefully leans down to lap at your clit, eliciting a soft cry and an arch of your back. He shuts his eyes as he savors the taste he was beginning to yearn for, suckling your poor neglected clit.

“Katsuki!” You shout, digging your nails into the pillow behind you. “Katsu—fuckk! Please, fuck me, baby! I need you so badly, need your cock so bad!”

He’s devoted to searing your taste into his mind. Messily coating his face and your cunny with a thin layer of wetness. Soon, he’s haphazardly withdrawing his fingers from your salacious cunt, against your protests to taste you further.

Spikes of blond hair bob between your legs, his tongue delving between your folds making you whimper and writhe. His hands grab a hold of your ass, holding you close to his face so you wouldn’t escape. Your back arches from the comforter, keening into his touch.

“God!��� You cry as you fall back onto the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to clutch. His pace never falters, gratefully drinking your slick that spilled into his awaiting tongue, then swirling it around your throbbing clit.

“Kat—fuck! Baby—Katsuki!” Your body felt electric, an almost buzzing sensation that erupted from your pelvis and spread through your body. Your wanton moans are loose into the air, eyes shut as your head is tossed back.

You were a gorgeous statuette of pleasure.

You felt as if you bit off more than you could chew. Going out with a pro hero was already anxiety-inducing enough, practical criminal, allowing him to lure you to his apartment with promises of a nightcap, and now naked and wriggling beneath him was driving you to insanity.

And he's not even inside of you yet.

The maddening way his tongue circled your aching clit, inscribing his name into the bud. His blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass, keeping you relatively grounded. His tongue unrelenting stimulating your soaked pussy pushed you to your first orgasm.

A sudden wave of pleasure and the ever-growing pit in your stomach unravels through your body. You grip his hair, keeping Katsuki’s mouth in place as your hips buck into the pleasure. You loudly cry out his name, and a few tears roll down your cheeks as you cum.

He groans into your cunt, eyes rolling at the sweet taste of your cum. His hands rub your skin, easing away any pain left behind by his grip. Slowly, you open your eyes, chest still heaving.

“‘Suki,”

He pulls away, the lower half of his face soaked with slick and spit.

“M’yeah?” You can’t even think of what to say, just laying your head back to catch your breath. “You alright, baby?” You nod, still returning from your high. Katsuki crawls up to face you, a soft smile on his lips. “You look so pretty.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the soft skin.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He quirks a brow, a smirk on his face. “Yeah? I’ll fuck you, baby.”

“I promise, I’ll fuck you real good.” He captures your lips, sharing the taste of you once more. Your tongues are quick to entangle as you pant into each other's mouths.

Your fingers naturally gravitate to his blond hair, keeping him close as you kiss. Your bodies move together as you grind against one another, his hard cock leaking pre cum against your stomach. You’re both growing increasingly needier, rutting and panting like dogs in heat.

Katsuki breaks from the grinding, settling himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your clit, spreading his precum as he teases you.

“You want it?”

“I want it, ‘suki.” His grin is wolfish at the nick, happily dragging his cock from your clit to press at your fluttering hole. He groans at the warmth and wetness, your dripping cunt already leaking onto him.

A pathetic high-pitched whine leaves your open mouth as his thick, heavy cock slowly bullies into your heat. Pushing deep into your plush, warm walls. Katsuki is slow, taking his time to ease you into the feeling. His lips are on your breast, kissing and nipping the soft skin.

“More, please.” You whine, your hands moving to hold onto his back. His hips increase in pace, still slow as you hiss once he draws back.

Katsuki slowly molds your tight pussy to his cock, stretching you open to only accommodate him. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his back only encourages him to thrust faster, making you cry out his name. Your cunt loudly gushes around his heavy cock, spilling syrupy juices down your skin.

“God damn, this pussy—fuck—you’re s’fuckin’ tight.” He grits out, grabbing your leg and pushing it back to the mattress. The change of angle causes you to lurch forward, your hands pushing at his shoulders. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” You shout, as his throbbing cockhead smushes against your cervix.

He’s back to sucking your tits, leaving spit-soaked freckled hickeys in his wake. You’re still adjusting to his size, the sudden change in position driving him deeper into your guts.

He’s pressed himself closer against you, his pelvis adding stimulation to your nice neglected clit. You throb around him and cry, fat tears slipping from your eyes. “Y’feel that, baby? I’m so deep in this pretty pussy. Y’feel me in yer tummy, does it feel good, baby?” You’re incoherent, only capable of breathless moans and sobs.

“You look so pretty, all fucked out ‘cause o’ me. Tell me, baby, do I feel good?” His hand cruelly comes down to press on the slight bulge in your stomach, causing your poor cunt to twitch around him. “‘s too much!” You cry out, pushing against him to no avail.

“Too much? You can take it, princess. Can’t ya’?” His pace suddenly grows rough, hips slamming into yours as he fucks into your cunny. He pressed your other leg to the mattress, forcing his cock all the way inside.

You’re mindless. Eyes rolled back into your skull, unintelligible moans and clawing at his skin. The rooms full of thick, humid air, the sounds of your squelching cunt, and a chorus of moans. Bakugou savors this image, in case he may never get the chance to see you again.

He caresses all of the right places inside of you, each thrust full of never-ending pleasure. His wicked tongue in your nipples and sinful roll of his hips push you to the edge. Like a burning fuse, slowly trailing all the way to a firework.

“Y’close baby? Don’t worry, you can cum for—fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet—cum for me.”

Katsuki’s thrust increases to a maniacal speed, jostling you around his mattress without care. He was chasing his orgasm now, keeping you secure beneath he ruts into you. Heavy balls slapping against your asshole, the rough feeling of public hair against your soaked cunt. You can’t think let alone protest before he’s spilling his cum deep inside of your womb.

Katsuki keeps himself buried inside of you as he changes position, opting to hold you instead. You’re both panting as if you’ve run a marathon, hearts racing and skin coated in sex and sweat. You lay in silence, catching your breath for just a moment.

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinkin’ ’bout leavin’.” He mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. You breathlessly giggle against his chest, shaking your head. “I can’t feel my legs, Katsuki.” He smiles, cheering to himself.

“How about we clean up and get some rest? I’m beat.” A yawn cuts you off as you agree, alerting you to how exhausted you truly are. Katsuki kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep and tomorrow, we can continue this date. That sound nice?” You nod again, and slowly drift to sleep.

“Good. Stay here and look pretty, I’ll run a bath.”

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Caitlin Clark Headcanons

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-Bullet point form😗

- Heated stuff and all that

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Sfw

• Is protective of you but not in the crazy obsessive way. She just feels better when you're in her view in public and likes to make sure you're next to her.

• When someone's hitting on you, she knows that you can handle it, but if the person can't take a hint, then she has no problem stepping in. I don't see her as a big fist fighter, so she tries to deal with the situation by talking, but if it doesn't work, then she'll throw hands for you.

• Lovesss laying on you

"Hun, I can't breathe"

"Just a little longer, beautiful"

"I can't hold my breath for that long"

• She will always joke about your height no matter what. If you're taller than her or shorter, she doesn't care. She makes so many corny jokes. If you're shorter then her she does that thing where she rests her arm on your head. And she'll also just pick you up sometimes and leave you in the air. She thinks it's so funny.

"Cait, you better get your arm off me"

"Y'all hear that?"

And it's the same if you're taller than her. She'll still make corny jokes whenever she can.

"How's the weather up there?"

"I know you're not talking"

• She's not very public about your relationship. She'll still post you on her socials and stuff, but she's not doing it every day. But when she gets questions about you in interviews or lives, she always makes sure that people know how big her love is for you.

"Oh, Y/n? She is the light of my life. She's always supported me through this and has been the rock that keeps me stable. She's part of the reason why I'm here today. I wouldn't ask for anyone else"

• Her love language would probably be physical touch and gift giving. She gets busy with basketball, so she gets you little gifts when she can. And when she's shopping and sees something you like, it's automatically in her cart. But when you guys get alone time, she's all over you. She'll follow you like a lost puppy😭. And even in public, she feels better whenever she's touching you. Doesn't matter if it's holding hands or just your arms touching

Nsfw

• The eye contact, omg. Doesn't matter if she's finger deep in you or how messy you think you look, she wants you to look at her

"Eyes on me, baby. I know you can do it"

• Sooo much praise. Always makes sure that you know that you're just doing so good for her.

"Just like that, sweet thing. There you go, such a good girl"

• I don't think she'd be too big about degradation. She uses it but only when she's upset or something like that. But when she does, it's not hard-core. More stuff like "slut" and "brat" just the basics.

•Her hands. That's all I gotta say

• Makes sure that you finish at least 2 or 3 times before she gets attention. But even then she's still making you cum

"You can take it, babe. Don't worry, I got you"

• Anything in public is a no-go. The only thing that she'll do is some teasing.

• Loves when you pull her hair

• Aftercare is the best. She always makes sure you're taken care of

"Did such a good job for me, hun"

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𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

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Disclaimer: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this confirmation is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, check out my 'Hongjoong as your late bloomer bf' post.

Methodology: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

Hongjoong has dyed his hair back black and it's my favourite hair colour on him (we see it so rarely) and b/c he's my Ateez bias- I had to revamp his natal chart.

Overview:

Scorpio Sun (11th House)

Gemini Moon (6th House)

Capricorn Rising (Saturn-Ruled)

Sagittarius Mercury (12th House)

Scorpio Venus (11th House)

Virgo Mars (9th House)

Fuckboi Rating:

2/10

Out of all the members of Ateez, I'm inclined to believe that Hongjoong would least likely be a fuckboi because his Scorpio stellium and Moon in the 6th House indicates he's not a shallow man and craves soul-bonding, all-too consuming connection in relationships.

Take this next point very casually BUT as someone who has similar placements to him AND the overall energy I get from Hongjoong, I wouldn't be surprised if he identifies with being demi-sexual and he can't find pleasure in physical intimacy w/o an emotional connection.

This is emphasised with having a Virgo Mars because Earth Mars typically have a fluctuating sex drive so he can probably abstain for awhile and be okay with it.

Red & Green Flags:

Red:

Emotional and verbal dysregulation! His 12th House Mercury indicates difficulty expressing emotions in a calm and collected manner.

The Sagittarius influence heightens that trait by making his impulsive behaviour more erratic and could be seething for days before he randomly explodes over a simple issue.

PETTY! The 12th House Mercury and Scorpio placements indicate he could be the type to weaponize the silent treatment, going for hours without speaking to you until you figured out what you did wrong.

Green:

LOYAL TO THE BONE!!! You could go to hell and back and Hongjoong would hold your hand the entire time. These moments of 'difficulties' actually enhance Hongjoong's affection towards you because you trust him to see you at your most 'vulnerable'.

Committment!!! Yes, this should be a bare minimum but Hongjoong would be a faithful man and you would never have to worry about him cheating because he probably views cheating as a betrayal of trust.

Self-automony! By this I mean he values independence and wouldn't try to 'change' you as a person and would choose to accept your flaws and all.

Ideal Type...If He's Into Women:

It's interesting because his 5th House in Taurus is the complete opposite to his Scorpio Venus so his type could have polarising qualities.

Either they are boisterous and loud in public and shy and laid-back around him or vice versa. He likes a partner who shows a side of themselves that only Hongjoong can see.

Hongjoong is definitely an arse and legs man and would be attracted to the grunge but feminine archetype so lace dresses, stockings with Doc Martens etc.

I've noticed in fancalls he loves curly hair, whenever there's a fancall with an Atiny and they have curly hair, he'll always comment about how good their hair looks.

Dom, Sub Or Switch?

Hongjoong is one of the members that's more of a true 'switch' when it comes to power dynamics and yes, he is definitely more on the dominant side BUT not to far...I'd say 60% dominant, 40% submissive.

It's why whenever I scroll the ateez smut tags and see a Seongjoong fic where it's bottom!hwa...I laugh because it's actually the other way around.

Hongjoong is definitely more of a service/pleasure dom and his Gemini Moon and 11th House Venus makes him flexible in what he desires sexually in a partner.

He would enjoy having a bratty sub that he can put in place (kindly) like you see with Wooyoung.

He would also enjoy an obedient sub that completely adores and worships him.

No matter what, he needs to know that you're willing and trusting to put your entire body and soul in his hands.

Kinks...Just A Few Of Them:

Corruption!!!

Yes, I know this is very obvious BUT it's completely true because his Scorpio placements indicates he wants to OWN you as partner (consensual of course) and the thought of him being the FIRST to touch you, to mould you to his desires...it would just cause his heart to quicken and his mind to race with the most impure of thoughts.

This would also cater towards enjoying someone who might be nervous/slightly insecure around him, it would boost his ego to see your cheeks flush at him taking off your clothes or whispering something suggestive in your ear.

'You're so cute when you're nervous angel but don't worry, I'll take care of you because you're mine remember? And I always look after what's mine'.

Voyeurism...Kinda??

Hear me out and if someone knows the proper term for this...can you comment down below???

But with Hongjoong and his love for photography...he'd love to keep a personal scrapbook of all the photos he's taken of you after a steamy session of love-making.

This goes hand in hand with his corruption kink and his love for 'ruining' you- lipstick smeared, hair tousled, mascara running down your face, cheeks flushed.

I'm leaning towards voyeurism because he wouldn't show these photos to anyone, they would be for his own personal collection because he gets off on knowing that it's just HIM that can do this to you and see you this way.

'Fuck angel, spread your legs a bit more...I want to see it all drip out for me...these photos just want to make me dress you up and fuck you all over again'.

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Please comment, share and thirst the hell out of this because this took WEEKS to finish!!!

May's fic will be out and published on the 31st.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

↳ summary: the x-men can't seem to leave you alone, even if you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with them. as a last-ditch effort, they send logan, who's a little different than the rest

↳ notes: man writing this fucked me up. i kept editing it because i didn't like how it sounded, so some feedback would be much appreciated

↳ warnings: mentions of blowing things up in a past instance, but no one died. reader is a mutant and their powers are kept ambiguous, but it is implied they can somehow cause explosions

↳ song: promiscuous—nelly furtado

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The first time they sent someone, you had been excepting it

You weren't dumb. You knew the difference between an innocent bystander and a hired gun; or at least something along those lines. The way people walked talked and carried themselves was always a dead giveaway, and recently you had been surrounded by a few too many intense stares and stiff shoulders for your liking. A lot more than you were used to, in fact. Maybe that's what prompted you to start taking a new way home from work instead of the usual combination of cross walks and dirty bus seats.

The quick guy with silver hair was their first attempt at contact. You had found him waiting outside your apartment for you to get home all but a week after noticing the new attention on you, and you would have ignored him too if it wasn't for the fact that he was sitting on the outside your balcony, kicking his feet merrily off the side about ten stories above the pavement below without a care in the world. And with what looked like a twinkie in his hand, too.

You'd closed the blinds without a second thought, tossing him a fake grin and a little wave when he eventually turned around as you slammed them shut. You were fairly certain he could have stopped you in no time flat, if the way you would watch him zip away in the blink of an eye later said anything, but you took a heat-of-the-moment gamble and were satisfied when all your efforts got was a whine from the other side of your window pane. His mouth was too full of pre-packaged pastry to say anything in the moment, you realized

"Not interested." You called over your back as you began to retreat into your kitchen without another moments notice.

"You haven't even heard what I want!" He said thickly, clearly trying to swallow as he spoke. You must have startled him a little then. Good.

"And I don't need to."

He left a few minutes later when his one sided conversationalist skills got him no where, and you responded by throwing a frozen pizza in the lower half of your oven.

You had been craving pepperoni all day anyway.

The second person try was a bit more aggressive.

They didn't have the decency to wait for you to come home this time. Instead, you found yourself looking up from your laptop as a chair was pulled out across from you at the quaint table you sat at. It made a scraping noise, and you tensed the muscles in your hands for a moment at the sound.

"Can I help you." Your eyebrow quirked up as you looked at the woman across from you. She had blonde hair, and what you thought were the brownest eyes you had even seen. You had trouble looking anywhere but into them for a second. When they hit the light, you swore they turned yellow just for a moment, and she looked about as annoyed as you were that she was sitting by you. You didn't have to wait long to find out why.

"We've been trying to reach you." The surrounding noise of the café hardly disturbed the hard tone in her voice. "You're avoiding us."

At least this time these people had the common sense to approach you in public. If you were any form of confrontational, which you very much weren't, you could have started a fight the last time. Who knows if you would have won against super speed and whatever else the first guy had— you weren't exactly sure about the extent of his powers, and at this point didn't care —but the point remains that some damage could have been done. Now, in the middle of a coffee shop on a busy afternoon, it would be a bit harder to start a fight. Not that you were seriously concidering it. If anything, you wanted to duck into a large crowd just to loose this new recruiter, or whatever they were called. You didn't exactly know if they had a name for this type of situation.

"I have no idea who you are." Your tone matched her own, dealing out the half lie nonchalantly. You weren't technically wrong, really. You didn't know her, nor did you know that other man that had shown up before. But you knew what they wanted, and you'd be damned if they didn't pin you down without a bit of a struggle.

Moving with a speed quick enough to get your message across, but not fast enough as to alert any of the surrounding coustomers that something was up, you closed your laptop, abandoned your now lukewarm drink, and started for the door. You only paused in your movements after a weight settled over the back of your shoulder, and you carefully turned your neck to look down at the hand resting firmly on you.

"I don't recommend doing that." You said with a bit of a warning tone in your voice, looking her right in the eyes as you did so. They had since shifted from dark brown to an almost hazel shade, and you filed that information away for later use.

Her grip remained where it was for a moment. Then a thought seemed to cross her mind, and she let go of her hold on your shirt; even if a bit reluctantly.

You didn't stick around to see if anything else would happen. You just made your way out of the shop and into the bustling street, not caring if she followed. They already knew where you lived anyway.

"Taxi!!"

The final person they sent for you, you hadn't seen coming.

Every other time— from the teleporting blue kid, to the woman with white hair and fair skin, and even the tall guy in glasses that had turned a little blue when you pushed your way past him —you had been able to prepare beforehand. At the very least you were able to lock your doors before going out and about your day. You knew that wouldn't stop them in the slightest, but it was a silent message to stay out of your business.

But this guy? This guy just didn't care at all.

"You know, you're really nailing this first impression thing."

A gruff voice sprang to life at the same moment that your hallway lights did, doing a fine job at catching you off guard. You managed to not jump, but with the way the intruders lips tilted up, you figured he knew he had surprised you.

"Oh, fuck my life."

You were really not feeling like another impromptu visit tonight. You had gotten home from a rough day of work a couple of hours ago, only to realize that you had finally blown through all your food, and was once more sent back out into the city to look for a grocery store. You had been looking forward to finally resting your feet, and maybe your eyes a few hours earlier than planned, and you most certainly weren't in the right state of mind to entertain this hulking figure of a man and the proposition that came with him.

You looked at him harshly. He had muscles for days, and a brown leather jacket to accentuate just how large he was. You knew for a fact that he was a few weight classes up from the last guy that had been sent to your house, and you wondered if this was their way of trying to intimidate you into forcefully accepting their offer.

Tiny scars dotted his face and the skin on his neck. You wondered why there were so few, considering that you already knew what he did for a living, but also knew better than to question someone like him. Especially since he was already standing in the doorway to your home, looking like he owned the place.

"Go away." You didn't grant him any sort of emotion in your voice as you walked in the direction of your fridge. The plastic bags full of your food for the week swung in your arms, and for a moment you thought this new guy was going to block your way into the rest of the house before he backed off with a roll of his shoulders.

You clocked his broad chest and bruised knuckles out of the corner of your eyes as you opened the ice box and slowly placed some frozen veggies in side by side. He had either gotten here straight from a fight, or was itching for one. You figured it was probably the former considering he hadn't jumped you the second you walked through the door. Or you know, maybe he just had fucked up hands. You could never tell with people at this point.

"You're pleasant." The mans wry smile was nothing but headache educing as you finished putting the cold groceries up. You snorted with hollow amusement.

"Try being stalked for a month and a half. It really makes you feel like being hospitable."

"Try being the guy that gets sent to get in contact with you. It ain't exactly the way I wanted to be spending my Friday night either." He parroted back your words while running a hand down his face and across what you had since recognized as mutton chops in the process.

"When are you going to tell that professor of yours that I'm not interested in his little passion project." You think that might have been the first time you ever directly acknowledged what exactly was going on. Every other time you had just told the other person to get lost or slammed a door in their face to really get the point across, but the way this guy was looking at you gave you the feeling that he wouldn't be as easy to shoo away as the others, and you weren't really feeling up for a giant display of effort right about now.

"You could always tell him yourself, bub." His eyes followed your face as you crossed the room to stop in front of him, hand outstretched with something that ignited a small smirk on his face.

"Trying to bribe me?" He asked, going to take the fresh beer you offered him all the same. You shook your head.

"No. My master plan actually consists of getting you shit-faced drunk so you guys will finally leave me alone." You watched as his hand hesitated in mid-air slightly, and you misinterpreted his silent amusement at your jab for skepticism. "I've just got too much beer and a stranger in my apartment that's not going to leave me alone anytime soon, that’s all." You relented with a shrug.

"Fair enough." He took the brown bottle by the neck and popped open the top without so much as looking around for a bottle opener. When the cap went rushing to the floor less than a second later, you squinted.

"What are you then? Super strong? Or is your power alcoholism." That got a rough chuckle out of him. He swallowed about half of the bottle in one go before answering, and you sucked at your teeth as he did so.

"Something like that."

"Wow. Really feeling the comradery here." You didn't miss the way he deadpanned at that, and you figured he was thinking about all of the times you had kicked every other pursuer to the curb without even letting them get a word in edge wise. Still, you pushed on. "Remind me how its fair that you and your friends know all about me, but I have a new hero-of-the-week showing up on my doorstep every other day without so much as a clue as to what they could do to me?"

"About as fair as your little accident in Colorado." He responded without a seconds hesitation. You felt a little perspiration form on the back of your neck, and chalked it up to the lack of a.c in the room. Even if it was anything but.

"If you're here to try and convince me to join your little superhero team, I hate to tell you, but it isn't going to work. Just like it didn't work the past ten times." You ignored his last comment and made yourself comfortable on your living room couch. "Do you have a name? I've never really stuck around to talk to one of you this long before, and it's annoying to keep rendering to you as 'some guy' in my head."

He paused abruptly while drinking the beer, and you barely held back from rolling your eyes at his change in mood.

"It's Logan." He finally bit out reluctantly. You got the feeling that the only reason he told you was because he was here by request. If it has been any other circumstances, you had no doubts that he would have told you to fuck off. He gave off that energy.

"You already know mine, so I'm not gonna bother." You kicked your feet up and let your head hit the back of the couch with a sigh. "Just let me know when you finally get bored and head out. I want to make sure my landlord knows to blacklist you from the building after you're gone."

"Is this how you got everyone else to leave? By annoying them to death?" Logan sounded more entertained then you would have liked, and you blamed it on the beer.

"Depends. Is it working?"

"I've been sleeping at a school filled with screaming kids for the past few weeks. You're going to have to try harder than that to get me out of here." He took another swig.

"What will it take to get you to leave me alone. All of you." Your voice dipped out of it's usually casual tone for a more annoyed one. You were used to playing the long game when it came to getting people to leave you alone, but at this point it was getting ridiculous with the amount of people that they were throwing at you, and it was starting to wear you out. You weren't sure if Logan could tell your patience was being tested, and you weren't sure if you wanted him to.

Logan raised one eyebrow in your direction as an answer to your question, and you sighed.

"I'm not taking a stupid fucking spot on the X-Men if that's what you're implying. What do I have to do to convince you guys that I'm not up for it; blow up a building on accident or something?" The word 'again' went unsaid, but the implication was there.

You watched as Logan seemed to throw something around in his mind for a moment.

"Do you want to know why I joined the X-Men?" He eventually asked.

"Because you had nothing else to do with yourself other than styling your hair real stupid? Seriously what's with this horn thing you've got going in."

"I joined because they helped pull me off a dark path, kid." He barreled past your sarcasm, shutting you down quicker than you would like to admit. His tone was laced with something you recognized all as hatred, and you knew it wasn't directed at you, but rather himself. You knew the feeling all too well.

"I was running from something that I didn't even know I was trying to avoid." He continued. "And if it wasn't for the Professor and his 'stupid fucking team', I wouldn't have ever stopped."

For the first time in the past few minutes, you allowed one of your walls to come down as he spoke. You stared at him with a tired look lingering behind your gaze, choosing this time to listen rather than to ignore.

"I'm not running from anything." Even as you said it, you knew it was a lie. Logan didn't even have to look at you for you to sigh and lean forward again.

"I can see why the Professor wants you on the team." You felt the cushions on the opposite end of your couch dip slowly as he sat down. The now empty beer bottle was still in his hand, but as you looked over at Logan, you found his eyes filled to the brim with nothing but the honest truth.

It was a strange, tense moment. Both you and Logan could admit that. You were clearly filled with regret for your past actions, no matter how accidental they might have been, and conflicted with yourself because of it. Logan could do nothing more but watch as you battled with yourself over his words. His original plan had been to come here, show off a claw or two if needed, and bring you back to the school with a characteristic scowl on his face. But all that was thrown out the window when you offered him a beer, and when he was finally able to get a good look at you.

You looked exactly how he used to before one of his old cage matches. Detached and losing yourself. He could see it in your eyes.

The room delved into silence. You wrung your hands together and planted your feet. Logan watched as you seemed to have a silent conversation with yourself, and he began to regret not pacing himself with the beer. He wasn't anywhere near affected by the alcohol, that's to say. He just wished he had something to do other than sit in your home with squared shoulders and a furrowed brow.

"If I took one trip over to the place, would you guys let up on whatever this is?" You finally asked. Logan pushed down a faint smirk as you turned your neck to look at him.

"Sure."

You didn't say anything else, and you didn't have to. You got up without another word and grabbed a bag from a nearby closet. Logan found himself leaning on your doorframe as you stuffed a few essentials down into your travel bag in the room over, and he remained there until you finished.

"Still curious about my powers?" Logan decided to bait you just a little further as you shut the door to your apartment with a click of your keys, and he had trouble keeping a straight face when you looked back at him with curiosity dancing across your features.

Without saying anything, he held one of his hands up, and let you watch as his trademark claws popped up slowly. Like seasonal weeds in a garden full of flowers. The appendages let out a slight sliding noise as they did so, and you blinked once. Twice. Three times.

"And I thought my powers were bad." You finally said after a moment, and Logan scoffed at you.

"Kid, everyone thinks their powers are bad at first."

You seemed to take that as a challenge, and Logan watched as a bit of that fire that he'd heard about from Storm and the others flared up in you.

"Yeah? You ever accidently blow up a boiler room and take out half your high school's classes, big guy?" Your grin was all teeth as the two of you made your way down the complex hallway. Logan slowed his pace so you could keep up, and turned around so he could fully look at you as he walked backwards.

"Big guy?" He questioned you with a tilted of his head, looking about as unimpressed as he could.

"I mean yeah." You snickered. "Just look at your, well, everything." You took to gesturing at his entire being, something that got you a huff from the other man.

"Maybe you're just small." He shot back. You laughed and shook your head, looking down at yourself. Yeah right.

"And maybe I'm right, and you're just freakishly big."

Your banter continued all the way down to the elevator, where you had a hard time holding in your laughter as Logan accidentally almost stabbed the down button with his claws, apparently having forgotten that they were even out.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was always like this; if everyone at the school was like this.

Maybe going for a visit wasn't as much as a bad idea as you'd thought.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

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What is this about you say? Stay tuned!

Thanks to @trumpets0ng and @ladybugsimblr for letting me use your sims' credentials lol. Walker Pearson from Jett Studios (trumpet) was the photographer, and Alex Greene (LB) was the author. He also wrote Bailey Kay's article.

(transcript under the cut)

A well-dressed man walked into the studio, swaggy and confident, with more drip than a coffee pot. His perfectly tailored suit glimmered under the stage lights, looking just as expensive as one would imagine it to be. My initial thought upon seeing this cat with a larger than life personality was, “Oh, great. Here comes another industry brat.” Then, he walked up to my assistant, smiled, extended his hand, and said, “Hi! I’m Orange.” That’s when I knew I’d been completely wrong about him.

I started off slow.

ALEX: How’ve you been? How’s life treating you?

ORANGE: Life is wonderful, thanks for asking.

I’m excited about my baby sister being back on the west coast! She wanted to spread her wings and moved east; that’s where she met and married her guy. But she’s a mom now, and my parents are getting old, so she’s back. I can’t wait to spend time with my nephew and get to know my brother-in-law better.

ALEX: Wow, okay. It’s always nice to have the family close. So where have you been all this time, my man?

He leaned back into the sofa with a huge sigh and a smile.

ORANGE: Where have I been… I’ve been everywhere, man!

ALEX: Oh word?

ORANGE: Yeah, man. I pride myself on not being a prideful person…which is probably the most proud thing I could say.

He laughs at his own joke, wiping fake sweat away from his brow. And all at once, he had me. I was sucked into his energy.

ORANGE: I appreciate everything my parents did for me, but I was never interested in following in their footsteps.

ALEX: Never?

ORANGE: Not really. I was kinda artsy as a kid. I can sing, but I never had a passion for it. Don’t get me wrong…I’m a gregarious kind of guy, so I wanted to be in the public. Just not doing what my parents did.

ALEX: So what did you do?

ORANGE: Whatever I could. I didn’t want it said of me that my life was handed to me, so I moved out, got a crappy apartment, and worked as a barista for a while. People told me I was funny, so I started writing sketches and going to the comedy clubs.

ALEX: And then sim.TV called.

Laughter erupts, startling everyone on set. It’s loud and hearty and sounds like that uncle at the family barbeque.

ORANGE: It didn’t exactly happen that way, but yes…eventually. I honestly don’t know what happened. I’m guessing someone just happened to be at one of my shows and thought I would be a good fit for this new talk show they were planning.

ALEX: What does this mean for you?

ORANGE: Wow… This means… It’s so validating. I’m middle-aged now, and all my peers are off doing so many amazing things. It was really hard to resist the urge to go to my parents and ask for help. But the thing that kept me going was this moment right here. I knew that if I stayed the course, eventually something would happen, and I would have an immense feeling of pride. And I do.

ALEX: That’s so dope. So, tell us about the show.

ORANGE: It’s called “The Pulse,” and it’s all about keeping you entertained and informed about what’s going on in the entertainment world.

ALEX: So you’re keeping your finger on the pulse of the industry.

ORANGE: You get it. I’m so grateful for the opportunity because it’s so perfect for me. I grew up around it. I know all dirty secrets, but I also recognize and respect the beauty in it.

ALEX: So from your interviews, should we expect to get a different perspective of celebrity life?

ORANGE: I hope so. I don’t want to be just another talk show host, asking the same tired questions. One thing I want to do differently is get the audience involved. Everyone watching has their own reasons for being interested in someone, so if there’s something they want to know, I’d like to give them the answers.

ALEX: Okay! I like that. Kinda like, power to the people.

ORANGE: Exactly.

ALEX: So, why Nick?

ORANGE: Why not Nick? He’s the hottest thing smoking right now, and he’s not even working. I’m trying to get on his level! But seriously though, I think we’d vibe well. We’re similar in our values and ways of working, and I don’t think he’s ever done a TV interview before, so I think it’s fitting that he be my first guest.

ALEX: Best of luck to you, man. Thanks for sitting down with us.

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[bbkento]

YEAH,MAYBE-NANAMI KENTO

pairing: teen!kento nanami x teenf!reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: smut(p in v whilst intoxicated but consent was given!), swearing,implied under-age drinking (japans legal age for alc consumption is 20, kento and reader are 18)

notes: been screaming and crying for nanami atm and crying because i want him to come back but here’s a small fic whilst i write a bigger one:)

when kento nanami loves someone, he LOVES that person, and that person happened to be you.

eighteen years old, living your what would’ve been social highschool days in a quiet underpopulated school building, for sorcerers and only sorcerers. everyone knew eachother, there was rarely anybody new and everyone seemed to just be, boring.

apart from kento nanami, your nanami. meeting in your first two weeks at jujutsu high, your relationship blossomed almost immediately, as if you slotted into his life like a final piece of a puzzle. the bestest of friends who could never be apart. suguru and satoru were also ‘acquaintances’ at most with you, them being to busy with their own dual foolery to get involved with anyone else’s business, shoko leiri being your second closest friend, but rarely spending one on one time around eachother, leaves only one person.

nanami.

he was everything, your first everything, first closest friend, first kiss, amongst other things. there wasn’t much that was undoable when it came to you and kento, there was never many boundaries but it never caused an issue, right?

wrong.

although jujutsu high was a school for sorcerers, you also had to learn your average mandatory education topics, meaning it often varied between the two, people enjoying one more than the other more often than not, nanami being one of them. you knew he didn’t find being a sorcerer all that interesting, that he would much rather live a normal life in the real world with ‘real people with real jobs’ you couldn’t say you agreed, often enjoying being a sorcerer yourself considering there was so much to learn, you hated the normal school classes, always eager for more physical action. life wasn’t hard at jujutsu high, as a matter of fact it was more than likely a whole lot easier than a normal public school life, there was no drama, no fighting out of classes. it was calm. kento was a role model, whether that was to you or his friend Yu, you looked up to him, his formal mannerisms, his protectiveness, his hair, his eyes. no. that’s not what we’re talking about.

yeah, you had a FAT ass crush on kento nanami. but it was, his eyes, his hair, his height, his voice, his walk, it was almost like there wasn’t a bad part of him. you loved it.

you loved him.

although you were both quite newly eighteen, the urge to just leave this life and become an adult was a topic you had both talked about. whether it was what you wanted to do after school life, or whether either of you had plans for life. you knew ken wanted to move towards a more normal life, perhaps a business career and a middle class life, he was happy with that decision. you didn’t agree with him, believing that being a sorcerer can be a blessing not a curse, more often than not but yet again, he then didn’t agree with you. it was hard, you wanted to stay close as adult life moved forward but with such different views it would be a difficult step to take. although there was a step you both did take, together.

you found yourself sprawled on the backseat of a taxi, next to you sat kento, fast asleep with his head balanced on the side of the car window as you remembered. you had walked into a bar, dragging a angry nanami behind you and less than four hours later you were both stumbling into the nearest taxi and almost pleading to go home. you guessed you must’ve fallen asleep yourself, before waking up mid drive. you recognised where you were, around five minutes from jujutsu high, you tapped kento on the arm, whispering a soft ‘‘nanami’’ as he faintly opened his eyes. he looked so beautiful in the dimmer light, the shadows of the window making his hair shine brighter than his face. he rubbed his eyes before propping himself up against the backseat as your head rested upon the side of his shoulder, you felt his body tense slightly and your sudden affection, but he slowly calmed as you nested into his side.

after the taxi arrived outside jujutsu tech, the both of you jumping out and thanking the driver before stumbling into your room, nanami following behind. you both hadn’t spoken to much, the both of you to afraid to speak incase all of the alcohol you had consumed comes straight back up. shutting your bedroom door behind you, you watched at kento leaned against a wall awkwardly. you giggled at him before placing your hand on his shoulder, walking him towards the bed to sit down.

“don’t be a sissy, sit.” you slurred at him, he obeyed as he flopped onto the bed, a giddy smile upon your face as you walked towards the sink to grab some water. you turned away from the sink, to grab a kitchen towel to clean the mess of water you had made on the counter, almost screaming as kento appeared behind you. he looked startled, before grabbing your shoulder softly.

“sorry, only me.” he said, it wasn’t exactly slurred, but his voice deeper and more tired than usual. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol, but the sound of his voice was intoxicating, your thighs pressing together at the sound of his voice alone. you knew you liked him, he was attractive, he knew you well, but you had never wanted him this much. your cheeks flushed red, his hands still upon your shoulders. your hand moved up and grabbed the hands that lied on your shoulders, his eyes diverting to your hands as you move them down. the alcohol in you was telling you to touch him, but the sobriety you had left was telling you not to. you stuck to just bringing him as close as you could, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your head into his chest, he almost tensed up, as if he didn’t know what to do nor how to react to the sudden embrace. you felt his arms slowly move around your waist, easing into the hug before the two of you were stood in a solid embrace. you stood there for a while, occasionally almost tumbling over before he would hold you back up, you couldn’t tell if he was more drunk than you, but kento wasn’t a physical person, he was always strictly more formal, so this was abnormal. those feelings you felt for him those weeks ago were coming back, the feelings of love, remembering everything you loved about him.

you slowly pulled away from the embrace, your eyes swiftly looking up towards his. as you look up you noticed he was already looking at you, your cheeks flush red before you slowly turn your head away, almost in embarrassment from your reaction. you turn back, his eyes still staring into yours, he blinks tiredly.

“you look pretty.” he mumbles, his hand lazily moving up towards your hair as he twirls his hand through it, you shiver and he pauses, his hand moving back down towards your face.

oh. my. god?

his hand cups your cheek, before raising an eyebrow, almost as if he was asking for permission. you nod and before you could breathe out his lips were locked with yours, you fed into the kiss as your arms reconnected around his neck, your lips almost fighting against who has more control as his hands travel around your waist, but no lower.

pussy gentleman.

your tounges intertwine as the kiss deepens, yours hands beginning to travel down to his chest. you almost let out a whine as the kiss is broken.

“can i?” he asks, looking down at your lower area, you didn’t know if he was asking to touch you or just move his hands lower, either way you nodded. his hands travelled to your ass, giving it a small squeeze before lifting your legs up, as you wrapped them around his waist. your lips stayed almost glued together as he walked further to the bed, he slowly placed you down before he began to kiss down you neck as you moved your head for easier access, small moans escaping your mouth at the sensation of his mouth on your neck. his attention then moved to kissing below neck level, as he travelled down your breasts to your stomach, he peeped up at you before nodding and shaking his head, asking if you wanted this or not. you quickly nodded and within a second his hands were at your skirt, flipping it up to your stomach as your legs widened for him. he pulled your panties to the side, making sure there was an easy way in for him, you felt his finger graze against the slick of your entrance, a sharp whimper coming from your mouth at the touch. he was quick to respond to your enjoyment as he plunged a finger into you, your back arching as he began to finger fuck into you.

“ah- ken- mor-more.” you mumbled, already to high on the clouds to speak. as if your wish was his command, he opened you further and stuck a second finger in. kento, with a tent building in his pants, was fighting his urge to stop and just fuck you there and now, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as your moans became louder and louder. his third finger moved up and began to play with your clit, your moans more pornagraphic the harder his fingers thrusted, your body thrusting upwards for more.

the knot in your stomach tightened, but you knew you couldn’t bare it much longer. your body twitched as you raced towards your high.

“ken- im gonna- im coming!” you cried, your back arching as you overcome the euphoria. you feel his fingers pull out of you as his body leans over yours, his mouth interlinks with yours again. your hands tug at his shirt, his arms lifting up to let you remove his shirt. you pulled the shirt over his head as his hands moved back down to remove yours, his hands moving towards your bra as you lifted your shirt over your head. he gazed at your body, almost in awe of the sight. you bit your lip nervously in anticipation before he moved down to kiss you again. he gave you a quick peck on the nose before stroking your hair.

“are you one hundred percent sure?” he asks. both of your drunken states had worn down, the both of you more stable and sober than before, the severity of the situation hitting kento harder than it had you. you nod.

“yes, promise.” you whisper.

he nodded before standing back up and removing his trousers, followed by his boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance, before thrusting harshly into you. you yelped at the burn that the stretch was causing you, followed by a moan as he began to pump in and out of you. a ruffle of ‘fuck’s escaping your mouth as his picked up his pace.

his dick was big. that point had been proven as soon as his dick entered you. you felt it deep as he got quicker and quicker, you were close, he was too, you could feel his dick pulse inside you. his groans became louder, as he mumbled under his breath.

“ugh- y-y/n im gonna come.” he groans, you felt his dick twitch inside of you, your back arched.

“i-inside.” you reply, your moans loudening as your orgasm point got closer and closer.

“ken-kento im gon- gonna co-come again.” you cry.

he groans as he finally releases, white ropes filling you as you ride towards your own orgasm, your back arching as your vision went black. kento flopped onto the bed beside you.

“we should do this more often.” you said.

kento laughs.

“maybe, yeah.”

thanks for reading! i miss teen emo nanami so bad, i can make a part two of them meeting again as adults perchance:)

#nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami smut #nanami kento fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[chubypotato]

With an insecure girlfriend!

Including Umemiya, Sakura, super, kiryu, taiga

I'll make a part 2 with choji togame kaji and Shuhei ( I didn't want this one to be too long)

Request by our lovely @valenspuppy

Umemiya

He would at the same time understand and do not understand why you are insecure.

Don't get him wrong he thinks you are just as perfect as you are he just knows it can be hard to love ourself.

But he doesn't understand why you are insecure you are the some beautiful girl he ever saw in his life.

Would be the type to give you cute compliment about your insecurities just to show you how much he loves them.

Would definitely grow flower with meaning about his love for you.

One time you went crying on him cause you thought your insecurities made you less attractive

He spent the whole day cuddling with you and saying how much he love you and how much he thinks they even make you more attractive.

Sakura

He sure doesn't understand how you can be insecure about yourself.

I mean even though he is used to be mocked by other people based on his appearance he is not insecure about them. He was a bit but he choosed violence and show everyone they better shut up.

But for you he doesn't understand.

For him he is with the most beautiful person in the whole word. He's even lucky to have you by his side.

He 's actually not good to express his feeling and how to reassure you but he doesn't need to say it he shows it to you.

When you seems down about yourself he would give you comforting hugs. Being in his arm feels so good and protected.

He even tries to be more affectionate towards you to cheer you up. Even though he was more red than a tomato he stills tries his best.

If someone dared to make fun of you he would beat them up until you tell him to stop. No one makes fun of his girl.

Suo

Would definitely understand you could be insecure even though he thinks you shouldn't be.

Suo is a very smart guy and he loves teasing people especially you. So he knew before you has the chance to tell him. But he still waited for you to tell him.

He actually didn't want to start the subject cause he thought it would be better if it came from you.

So he waited. And one day you came talking to him about it.

He listened hugged you and comfort you. Telling you he understand but also that you shouldn't worry about them cause he thinks it makes you even cuter and even more you.

Would be the type to if you are insecure bout a part of your body to kiss you there or put his hand there. In a gentleman way.

He just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you.

Kiryu

Would be the one who gets it the more.

He is used to the fact people would make fun of his soft side and stuff like that in fight.

But he thinks you are so beautiful so lovely.

Would be the type to shower you with compliments ever chance he gets in public or not.

Line if you are walking in the room adn coming to see him he would be like "hello sweety how lovely you are today" or stuff like that.

He didn't know you were insecure to be honest he just knew when you came in a bad mood you know the type of someone ask you if you are okay you would cry. And that's what he did. He asked you if you were good and you immediately cried.

With no thought he took you in his arm and spend the day talking about it with him without breaker contacts one time.

He tries his best to show you you shouldn't be insecure and that's he loves you so much.

Taiga

Poor baby didn't even know. I mean for him you would be so perfect there are no way you could be insecure.

But when he knew he came talking directly talking to you about it.

He tries his best to understand but for him it doesn't make any sense.

If you are insecure about your body he would at first reassure you and if he doesn't work he would ask you if you wants him to build you a sport program or even tells you what's best to eat. If you say yes he would be with you at every step. Face timing you at every meals and be with you at every sport sceance.

If you are insecure about your personality he would tells you all your qualities to make you feel better and every part of your personality that he loves.

He wants you to understand you are just perfect.

.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・

Im sorry guys it took me a lot of time to actually write this one I was in an exam period and Im still in.

So I would like to apologize in advance if I take time to write. It should be better at the end of the month.

Love you all and remember you are perfect just the way you are. 🤍

#anime #headcannons #windbreaker #windbreaker satoru nii x reader #windbreaker satorunii #x reader #as your boyfriend #kiryu #suo #hajime umemiya #suo hayato #hayato suo #sakura haruka #haruka sakura x reader #kiryu mitsuki #mitsuki kiryu #taiga tsugeura

[mechaknight-98]

Beastmaster’s Bond III (NSFW) FT Chaehyun

Authors Note: SMUT like a lot of SMUT. Originally meant for next week but due to a critical mass of almost finished drafts it became today

I stare into Chaehyun’s eyes still full of lust, unfettered passion, and affection she smiles at me before claiming me as hers once again she takes me inside her, and her pussy swallows my cock with an unrelenting intensity. Marshmallow beams before begging for another load in a lurid tone,

“Please tell me you have another load. I know you do, so fill me up again,” I began thrusting into her slowly and Chaehyun moaned my name as she clawed into my back. The blend of pleasure and pain began to melt my mind as I fell into another kiss with her. I could feel myself nearing climax and it pushed me to thrust harder and harder into her. Chaehyun's moans provided a sweet symphony to my ears as I neared my high. We broke the kiss and she looked into my eyes there was lust, but also that possessive fire and the vulnerability again. As much as this was about fucking each other it was also about mutually choosing the other. for her this was significant. This was real.

"I love you," Chaehyun said as I came inside her. when the emotional charge of the room went down we sat next to one another on the floor. Chaehyun smiled at me. I smiled back at her with a goofy smile.

"So from what I have heard you have the zoo firing on all cylinders?" she teased.

"You're Zoo? Mrs. Bear, I have been running the zoo long before you even could do research.

"Hey, you are only a few years older than me," Chaehyun pouted as she spoke which made me smile. Gosh, I loved everything about this woman.

"Yeah, and my point still stands. This is at best, our zoo. Now come here so I can kiss you again, and talk about your trip," I teased. Chaehyun straddled me and the topic shifted from fucking to working,

"Oh okay, so they had you help hatch a Narwha? okay that's crazy," I reply to Chaehyun's explanation

Chaehyun nodded before her confused reply, "Wait really? I hear you hatched a Gaismagorm three years ago and people still talk about you."

I raised an eyebrow at her reveal, I thought I had intentionally kept that under wraps, "Wait that's public knowledge, and I don't have universities wanting me to be an honorary doctorate?"

"Well, you know Academia. They're not big fans of those who don't promote them," Chaehyun lamented as a victim of academic

"Yeah, Yeah, but I should still be at least considered by Stanford, or USC for all of the work I have done for both of them,"

Chaehyun smiles as she cuddles closer and rests her head on the right hook where my shoulder meets my neck. We stay like that for a long time. Long enough that we fell asleep in that position. When I woke up I was sore and stiff but also feeling a crazy jolt from my groin area I looked down to see Chaehyun biting my cock. Not in a hard trying-to-kill-me way but in a sexy love bite way. Chaehyun smiles before releasing my cock.

“Good you're awake, now I believe you owe me something,”

Confused I ask, “Huh?” Chaehyun smiles

“I remember a certain someone saying I'd start and end every day with his cum in me. Well our day has started and I don't have cum in me,” she replied. Her voice causes my dick to swell almost at her command and I flip us over with myself on top and I impale her. Chaehyun cooed and we mate again. Chaehyun marking her territory nibbles and begins to suck on my collarbone. Her touch is electrifying, my body reacts violently to her and it forces me to thrust harder and harder into her wet hole. Her pussy wraps around me in a delicious snug bond that drives both delirious. We were always meant to be mates. Our bodies rutting in perfect syncopation. Her pussy claws into my dick as she seemingly gets tighter I moan out in ecstasy as her body further claims me.

“You claiming me. Good! Cause I don't want anyone else wrapped around my cock. Only my Marshmallow,” Chaehyun moaned into my ear

“Let's cum together she whispered,” I smirk and assert my dominance by biting an exposed nipple on her loose bra. Surprised by the action a switch flips in Chaehyun she pushes out and stares at me.

“Oh, Rexy you shouldn’t have done that. My nipples are my weak spot, but they also make me go feral.” Chaehyun says as she rips her bra and panties off her body. Her look is frenzied and lurid. Realizing that I may have made a mistake I back away. Tiger grabs my leg and crawls to my body with an insatiable look. “You’re not going anywhere,” she says menacingly before mounting me. As she does her pussy tightens harder than it’s ever done so. She moans

“Oh this cock, oh this cock, and this idiot attached to it,” she said as she ran her hands over her body before resting them on my shoulders and clawing into them. The tightness leaves me dizzy.

“You like that. The way my pussy digs into your cock. One of the many stakes our bodies put claiming the other as ours,” she whispers. I nodded through heavy breath as she smiled. She began to ride me with the fervor and passion of a practiced dancer. Her body twitched and convulsed as she claimed ownership over mine. She leaned forward and demanded I suck on her “fat marshmallowy tits,” which I did. Her taste was sweet and salty. Her body loved the attention as it made her more responsive and more aggressive in her riding of me.

“Are you close Rexy,” Chaehyun asked. I nodded and she smiled. “Good fill me up. Fill my pussy till I can’t hold any more pump me full of your seed!” She moans as she takes me deeper inside her to where I can feel my tip reach her womb. Fuck life into me. I’m yours, make me pregnant. Make me a mommy. Make me your mommy.” She says interspersed between moans and lewd groans. It’s too much and I cum violently inside her womb. She smiles as she watches her belly swell with my cum but she doesn’t stop. She keeps riding me, and her scent seems to keep me hard for her as I continue to fuck her.

“That’s it Rexy breed me. Breed me so the whole world knows who I belong to. Let them know whose pussy this is,” her words spur that aggression inside of me and I prop myself up before putting her in the mating press position. I slam my cock into her as her body pulls another load from me. Our bodies finally relax long enough to talk normally to each other.

“Okay, babe let’s shower and get you moved in,” Chaehyun says with a wicked smirk. “Then you can fuck me again.” She says again while caressing my silk-hard cock.

“How do you stay so hard for me.”

“I don’t know,”

Six months later

The door opens and Chaehyun walks in exhausted

“What’s up tiger,” I ask as she rests her head on my lap

“The doctor says I’m healthy but can’t figure out why I can’t get pregnant.”

I shrug as I pause my game and stroke her hair. She looks up at me, her big eyes pleading with me for an answer.

“Tiger stop looking at me like that,”

“No, I’m really worried. We fuck all the time yet I can’t get pregnant. I want to be yours.”

“You are,” I reassure her

“I know but,” Chaehyun started

“No, no buts. You are mine and I am yours,” I reply. Chaehyun smiles and nestles closer. I look up and go back to my game but Chaehyun has other agendas. I feel my pants open as Tiger took my cock into her mouth. I sighed and paused my game before looking at Chaehyun she looked at me with an innocent look which only made the lust fire burn brighter.

“You are playing a dangerous game,”

“What are you going to do about it,”

“Fuck you,” I say as I dive into kissing her

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #kep1er chaehyun #chaehyun smut #chaehyun #kim chaehyun

[scintillyyy]

☕️ on good and bad jobs for Dick Grayson

ooooh fun. i'll say something controversial on bats and jobs in general & that's that i think that the focus on what jobs would be good for them have a tendency to focus on like. full-time Good Respectable careers as potential jobs for them (& i think it stems mainly from bruce being a CEO & people thinking that the batkids should follow suit to maintain a civilian persona or w/e). and the truth is that they're all rich af and nobody is checking for whether the 'wayne kids' are gainfully employed, so there's no need for them to ever pursue. careers. on account of it would probably get in the way of their more important job. (also, there's something about the careers usually chosen for them that implies. well, nobody is ever choosing retail worker for them for some reason despite the fact they have the means to pursue literally anything & not struggle for it).

i'll start with good:

so all & all i think a good job for dick is one where he can connect with the public & forge community bonds. that being said, i am drawn to part-time work such as bartending or being a gymmastics coach (which i believe he's canonically done both of those) as the ultimate best jobs for him as they're generally low commitment, low stakes ways for him to get that involvement with his local community.

we could also lean into his love for math & make him an accountant, but like one who does a ton of pro-bono work and focuses in on helping his local community with retirement planning & taxes (little bit too high stress & busy, especially around tax season, for my taste but dick does like to make his life hard so.). or like. economist or health economist? maybe someone who is contracted to help cities with budget stuff.

if he does work a municipal job of some sort--any sort of seasonal recreational job would be best for him over anything else imo. let him be a lifeguard or something. again, none of them can commit to the hours needed to work full time for the city, but taking a job that would promote good in the city (being able to keep pools open for kids) would be a good, relaxing thing for him. i'm sure he'd appreciate being able to save kids from drowning, too. or a city planner. that sounds fun for him for some reason.

bad jobs:

listen, as much as i actually do like the cop job for dick, not in a he's there to reform the police department like dixon tried way, but in a 'i like when dick makes decisions that are fundamentally a bad idea for him that will eventually blow up in his face' way. cop is a terrible choice for dick lbr.

any flavor of paramedic/emt/firefighter. god, i think i've told you this before, but i genuinely think this is the worst possible job for any of them. ever. especially dick. don't be fooled by media that shows only the heroics. this is a job where, while you do save people & that's very important, it's more about having to be okay with all of the people you can't save. of which there are a lot. this is a job that requires so much ability to dissociate from being called too late/failing/etc in order to go about your daily life, that none of them would be able to do it without constantly ruminating on the person who they tried & it was impossible to save them from the start. these are fantastic jobs to make dick hate himself, i'll give it that.

on a related note, physical therapist/any healthcare job in particular. trust me on the physical therapist. (seriously, though, it's another job where it's like. u have to be okay wuth the fact that you'll never be able to help everyone.) but really any healthcare job in general....like dick would do much better in a job where he can make tangible change in healthcare and how it works to make people's lives overall better over healthcare itself. u think dick is going to do well in a job where he has to cut off someone's rotator cuff repair treatment because insurance decided the person was done 3 months in. no. any healthcare job would demoralize him too much.

any sort of influencer/model/social media personality. it doesn't make sense.

aerialist trainer. listen this seems like it'd be good for him, but bad things tend to happen when he goes back to circus stuff. let him not be traumatized for once. (slightly joking)

spy. sorry. but spy.

#scintilly ask tag #zahri melitor

[createdbytragedy]

MY GIRLFRIEND (3),(2),(1)

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x reader Genre: Fluff, crack, established relationship Warning: Mention of marking, Gyu loves being marked with lipstick, that's it, i think A/N: This was a bit rushed and not my best work. I might edit it but bear with me right now

Beomgyu ironically considered himself an introvert.

That would be the biggest bullshit you and the members have ever heard. Him? An introvert? It was like his mouth was running from a battery that could never tire out! At least that was what Yeonjun said. You never mind the way Beomgyu blabbers. It was, in fact, the thing that made you fall in love with him. And right now it's also the reason you were in trouble.

It was common for Beomgyu to talk about you to his members and anyone within the radius of 10 feet and most of the time, it wasn't much of a problem. Not that anyone ever said it wasn't a problem at all. But it was getting hard trying to shut his mouth infront of the cameras. They needed to live a rather heedful life than the normal people but in the end, they were still humans. One among us. So, You can excuse Beomgyu for accidentally letting your name slip every once in a while, right?

In an interview

"Beomgyu - ssi, I personally love your necklace. Where did you get it?"

"Oh, I love it too!! it's so pretty, right?! my girlfriend--," a loud slap on his thighs made him hiss and stop mid sentence to glare at the boy beside him. "Me, me. I bought it for him! I'm the girlfriend!! Beomgyu and I have been dating since our trainee days, right Gyu?," Yeonjun asked, glaring at the male through a fake smile plastered across his face. "I wouldn't date you even if you were the last girl standing on earth......," Beomgyu muttered under his breath, rubbing at his thighs where there was a noticeable red handprint of Yeonjun. "You wanna say that louder, Jagi, it didn't quite reached the camera," Yeonjun said through gritted teeth, squeezing the boy's thighs and purposefully digging his fingernails into his skin. Beomgyu hisses, making eye contact with Yeonjun who innocently smiled at him ," I was saying, thank you," Beomgyu's hands rested on his knee, pinching the skin with his oh, so long nails ," very much for the necklace, Hyung," he smiled, seeing how Yeonjun's face scrunched up in pain, " but, I think you it messed up because someone else got this for me." "We have no idea what they're doing." Taehyun commented, looking at the camera. With Beomgyu's carelessness, your relationship was at risk of publicity. But, can you really stay mad at him when he looks at you like that? With those big, brown, puppy like eyes, saying he's sorry and that he'll be careful next time. How can you not give into that? It should've been no surprise when you come across his new Instagram post. Beomgyu was not sorry about his actions at all. He have always wanted to reveal his relationship with you. Wanted to show the world that you're his and he's yours. He was intentionally dropping hints.' Accidentally' mentioning your name, showing off your matching necklace, wearing low necklines to make sure the red lipstick stain on his collarbone was vaguely shown. He wanted to tell the world he was taken and you were off limits. And maybe this time, he really let his heart win. The picture was taken by him. Both of you staring at each other instead of the camera, lost in each other's eyes. His face was covered with your lipstick stain because Beomgyu loves being marked. And the photo itself was enough the shake the world. And for once, you didn't care about the consequences of his action, instead smiling when his name popped in your notification. MY LOVE <3 "Oops, sorry, accidentally posted that. Didn't mean to :(" "But, don't we look cute?" "Kinda want you to come over and mark my face all over again." Well, you could read the comments and think about the aftermath later. Right now you had priorities. You thought as you took your lipstick out from the drawer and headed for the door.

#fanfiction #kpop #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu #txt #txt fluff

[teal-fiend]

predatory hunger

summary: You ate your friend just to see what it was like, but there are unexpected consequences

content: f prey, implied fatal vore, pre-vore, pred pov, hunger, nausea

word count: 1k

You ate your friend. You had a feeling it would happen some day; you always wanted to try and eat someone, and your friend seemed like the right person.

Alexa was her name. You knew each other for maybe a year. 

You wanted to test your limits, and see if you had what it took to be a pred. And it worked out well for you. You had a great night of digesting her, it felt right, you had the best sleep of your life. And you woke up with a nice, soft and fat middle. What used to be your friend, now some belly fat, and some other fat all around your body. 

You remember hearing her in your stomach, asking you to let her go, saying anything she could but you couldn’t let her leave you. You didn't think much of it at the time.

Her voice never went away. Long after she had been digested, you could still hear her in your stomach. Or was it in your head? It was hard to tell, it sounded like her voice, it wasn’t your own inner dialogue. It was her. 

And she was telling you to eat more people. 

It seemed out of character from her. If this was her ghost, or just your guilty conscience… Why was it trying to get you to repeat your sins? Were you addicted now? Was this like drugs? A voice that repeats in your head, doing everything it can to get you to do it again? You didn’t do drugs. you were a good girl/boy/nonbinary. 

This was like the only thing you’d done that was decidedly wrong or immoral. And now that there were consequences you didn’t know what to do about it. 

You wanted to ask her other things, but she wasn’t having it. The only thing she wanted to talk about was food. 

“You can see them?” “I know that you’re looking at prey, and I want it.” You looked at the guy again, and Alexa interjected, “yes, that one there, eat him.” “No - I can’t just eat someone in public you know. And I don’t want to anyway.”

You looked over to a burger joint. Maybe that would shut her up.

Yes, you were just hungry, and as a way to cope with the trauma of eating someone alive, your brain has decided to turn that into how you experience hunger. It’d go away once you ate, and soon the voice would disappear entirely. This is just how your brain is processing what happened. 

“Hey, no! I don’t want that kind of food. I want prey”

Her voice sounded louder in your head when she said that, but you ignored her. She yelled at you the whole time as you approached the cashier - it was hard to focus on ordering food while an invisible person was complaining and trying to get you to stop what you were doing, but eventually you did it, you had your meal in front of you. And it looked good, but strangely, at the same time, you didn’t really want to eat it. 

Maybe it was because Alexa was telling you not to eat it. Even if you didn’t want to listen to her, it was hard to ignore what she was saying. 

“Don’t eat it, don’t give me that, I don’t want it.”

You took a bite of the burger. It tasted fine, and it piqued your appetite too.

“No, no, no”

You swallowed and felt it enter your belly. It relaxed you to feel the edge of hunger be softened. Alexa said some things that you won’t repeat. 

You finished it off, and the chips, and patted your belly, sighing happily, because you proved her wrong; your hunger was sated, and you didn’t need to eat anyone for it.

Alexa wasn’t happy about it.

“I don’t want this greasy shit - How dare you. I won’t digest it. I refuse”

You rubbed your stomach, “you better digest it. You can’t decide that anyway - you don’t have that power - I will digest whatever I eat whether or not you agree with me.”

As you said that, you felt your stomach churn uncomfortable, and a slight wave of nausea washed over you.

Did she just do that? Or is it just a coincidence - maybe you just ate too fast.

“I can do worse”

Was this even real? You didn’t want to risk it though, not in public.

“Please don’t make me throw up, I’ll consider giving you prey, but I haven’t eaten in a while so if you don’t let me have this, we’ll both be miserable.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” she said, “but you better keep your promise”

Just like that, you felt the discomfort subside, and you wondered just how good your brain was at tricking your body into believing its delusions. You needed to go to a doctor or something.

You also think about the fact that you didn’t really promise to eat someone, she just inferred that. Or maybe she’s trying to gaslight you.

“What even are you?” you ask. “You sound like my friend Alexa” (who you ate) “but you’re nothing like her. Or at least, she never tried to make me eat people.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything”

“I guess not. But then what? I have to listen to what you say all the time? With no reason to? No explanation?”

“Yes,” she replied.

You had an idea.

“If I eat someone, will you let me ask you questions?”

The voice, Alexa, was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“If you eat someone by the end of this day, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“That doesn’t really give me a lot of time-”

“I don’t care”

#i will write the rest later #this is about that post i did about #if the first prey you eat becomes the voice of your hunger #i might approach it again differently in the future #but for now this is the storyy #v/ore #fatal vore #digestion #tw vore #vore fic #implied digestion #vore digestion #soft vore #vore writing #v.ore #pre vore

[jerzwriter]

This is part two of my rewrite of Chapter 1 of Crimes of Passion: The Proposal. This story is not part of my headcanon, but I couldn't let PB's version stand. Part 1 can be found here! And this is a wrap! 🌹

Book: Crimes of Passion: The Proposal Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC) Characters: Marguerite Thorne, Ruby Webster, Luke Watanabe Words: 2,400 Rating: Teen Summary: Trystan is eager to share his news and gets a lesson. Meanwhile, Carolina tries to come up with answers before their day is through. A/N: Participating in @choicesmaychallenge24 - prompt - "who's a good puppy?"

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Marguerie entered her office, delighted to see her big brother seated behind her desk, even if his feet were propped comfortably atop it.

“Trystan,” she grinned. “It’s always lovely to see you, but if you want that seat... you have to earn it!”

“I was just keeping it warm for you,” he winked, standing to pull the chair back so Marguerite could take her rightful place.

“What brings you here so early? After the flight back to New York, I thought you’d sleep until at least noon!”

“I could say the same for you.”

“True,” she replied, shuffling through her mail. “But I have a business to run. What’s your excuse.”

“I have a sister that to distract from running said business.”

Without further warning, Trystan leaned across the desk, extending his arm so the blue box that instantly gave his secret away rested just inches from his shocked sister’s eyes. Covering her gaping mouth, Marguerite’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. 

“Is that? Is... is that?” 

“Do you approve?” He beamed.

“Of the ring or the woman?”

“The ring, of course! I know you approve of the woman!”

“Yes... YES!” She shouted, quickly circling her desk to embrace him. “This is wonderful news!"

She grabbed the ring out of his hand to further inspect it, and she was pleased. Her smile grew by the second as she took it in.

“It’s beautiful! But I had no idea you two were discussing marriage yet!”

“Well, we haven’t... discussed it... that is.”

Marguerite shut the box so fast the gentle thud could be heard across the empty room. Placing the ring in Trystan’s pocket, she made sure to slap his arm when she was done.

 “Trystan! You bought an engagement ring without even discussing it with Carolina!”

“Yes... I want it to be special, and... discussing it isn’t terribly romantic now, is it?”

“Not necessarily, but,” she sighed, motioning for him to join her on a nearby settee. “Look... in Drakovia, particularly in our circles, people tend to become betrothed quickly. But it’s not like that here. Couples usually date at least a couple of years first.”

“A couple of years!” He blurted.

“Yes, and that’s not very long to get to know someone when you're planning something that you want to last for the rest of your life. Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose,” he faltered. “And Carolina doesn’t strike me as the type of woman who has had a secret Pinterest wedding board she’s just waiting to make public.”

“Big brother... Carolina doesn’t know what Pinterest is.”

Mags lovingly caressed her Trystan's back as he deflated before her.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You two have been through so much in such a short time. It's amazing that you're where you are! Just take time to enjoy each other and your love in relative peace. Carolina's not going anywhere.”

But when his head flung up, his face drawn, eyes bearing mirroring the scars of all he had lost before, Marguerite was painfully aware that Trystan’s motivation ran much deeper than she initially believed.  His voice was broken, barely a whisper when he replied.

“But what if... what if she does?”

“Oh, Trystan!" Marguerite consoled. "My dear brother! I’m so sorry I didn’t see. Of course you’re frightened. You've already lost so much, including the woman you once loved.”

“I can’t do that again, Mags.”

“I understand, and hopefully, you’ll never will. But if becoming engaged was a panacea that could prevent that, well...” She took a deep breath and turned his chin her way. “As painful as it is to admit, you’re right... no day is promised to anyone... but that’s not a reason to get engaged.”

“That’s not why I want to get engaged!” He answered defiantly. “I want to marry Carolina; I want to spend the rest of my life with her... I just don’t want someone, or something, to rob us of the chance to do so before we get the chance.”

Falling back against the settee, he slipped the ring into his pocket. “I feel so foolish.”

“You have nothing to feel foolish about!”

“I do. I have this ridiculously romantic day planned and everything. The proposal was going to be my grand finale.”

“Well, you don’t need an engagement to enjoy a romantic day!”

“You don’t,” he teased.

“Oh, Trystan,” Marguerite smirked. “You really do need to acquaint yourself more with American traditions. There is this thing called courting. I suggest you look into it.”

Trystan pulled away with feigned indignation. “I’m familiar with courting....” he mocked.

“American courting! Not our macabre Drakovian methods.”

“I’m acquainted with American culture, too! I’m practically a native New Yorker by now!”  

“Really?” Marguerite chuckled, glancing at his feet. “Those horrible cowboy boots tell me otherwise. Just... go talk to Carolina, I promise you. You’ll feel better.”

Grabbing his sister's nose between his two fingers, just like when they were children, he smiled. “You're right.”

“Of course I am,” she chuckled, pushing his hand away. Then offered one more reassuring hug before he left.

“I love you, Trystan.”

“I love you, too, Mags!”

“Call me later... I’m dying to see how everything goes!”

~~~~~ 

Trystan had carefully planned his arrival at the Drunk Tank for the late afternoon. This way, Tommy would be bound to be busy, and small talk could be easily avoided. Normally, he enjoyed chatting with Carolina's uncle, but today, he felt a sense of urgency to make things right... even if Carolina had no idea they may have been wrong.

When he flung the door to her room open, he was surprised to see her cuddled up on the couch beside an adorable cocoa-colored fluffball who looked every bit as happy to be at Carolina's side as he was.

“That’s new,” Trystan smiled, pointing at Carolina’s canine companion.

“This my latest solved mystery,” she beamed. “And my cutest one, to boot!”

“You found her so soon?” he asked, taking the seat beside her.

“Don’t sound so shocked!” She replied, nudging his shoulder. “I’m good at what I do! And dognappers? Nuh-uh. Not on my watch!”

“That’s my girl,” Trystan cooed while the overjoyed poodle relished the tummy rub he offered. "Who's a good little puppy? You are!"

“Now, are you proud of me or little Coco here?”

Gazing at his Carolina with an impish grin, Trystan gently placed the Coco on the plush rug at their feet.

“You,” he insisted, sealing his proclamation with a kiss. "Always you.”

“Good,” Carolina smiled. “Then, after Nina shows up to collect her pooch, maybe you can show me just how proud you are.”

Believing he'd like that idea, she was surprised to see him sit back with a sigh.

“You just use me for my body, don’t you Carolina?”

“Nah,” she giggled. “I use you for other things, too. So, is it a plan?”

This time, she received the reaction she had expected when Trystan beamed. “It’s a wonderful plan!"

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he lovingly wrapped an arm around her.  A comfortable silence filled the room, and little Coco, sleeping happily at their feet completed the scene of domestic bliss.

“Look at us,” he droned. “We’re like an old married couple, with our little dog and all!” 

He hadn’t planned to use those words, but while his intent was innocent, he didn't miss the way Carolina went still when the "m" word was mentioned. 

“Or... you know...” she laughed nervously. “Like a disgustingly happy couple in love in New York... with a borrowed dog sleeping at their feet.”

Carolina’s heart raced when she glanced up at him, but the calming look in his eyes quelled all her fears. Trystan knew the time was now.

“I know it’s early, and things are new between us, but I have always believed when you know, you know... and I wondered.... have you ever thought about us... one day... getting married?”

Carolina jolted into an upright position, turning toward her lover like a deer caught in the headlights. She wasn’t used to this sensation... nervous, unsure of what to say or do... a million thoughts filled her mind, and as many emotions flooded her heart. Her mouth went dry, which was just as well, since she couldn’t find the words she wanted to say anyway. Then Mafalda’s words echoed in her mind:

“I always say, if people in a relationship are honest and love each other, they’ll get through anything.”

She was right. Honesty was the only way to go, and if anyone could be trusted with her heart, it was the man sitting before her.  With a cleansing breath, she spoke with newfound clarity.

“I have... before I answer, you should know that marriage isn’t extremely important to me. I’ve never understood how a piece of paper changes anything. I know so many loving couples who are unmarried, and I’ve known plenty of married ones who are anything but.”

“True,” Trystan acquiesced. “I don’t think a piece of paper does anything, either. But there is something symbolic about standing before the people we love most and pledging ourselves to each other for eternity.  Promising to be there in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, and all of that.”

“I agree,” she jumped in. “And I’m not minimizing that. In fact, I have thought about us... getting married... at least a couple of times.”

“At least a couple?” He grinned, even as fear began to creep around the edges of Carolina's heart once more.

“I have,” she declared, raising her hand to tenderly caress his cheek. “I would love that to be in our future. But right now, I’m just enjoying what we have.  It’s new and wonderful and unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s precious to me, Trystan... and I want to let it grow and evolve organically. I’m looking forward to everything we can be in the future, but I want to enjoy the here and now as well.”

A knowing look crossed Trystan’s face, and he brushed a tendril behind Carolina’s ear before pulling her into a kiss. The kiss lingered, not because either feared the words that they'd have to speak next, but because Carolina was right. They needed to enjoy every precious moment they shared along their journey, and this one deserved its due.  When they reluctantly pulled away, they held each other close, relishing the warm embrace that felt like the universe melding their souls together.

The moment of tranquillity was perfection. Then Trystan whispered:

“You found the ring. Didn’t you?” 

Carolina jumped back, her eyes wide, and playfully slapped his arm before covering her face behind her hands.

“TRYSTAN!” She yelled.

Carolina may have been mortified, but Trystan was nothing but amused.

“It’s OK,” he laughed. “Really, it’s all right!"

“No, it’s not!” she countered. “You were planning on proposing to me... and I went and knocked the wind right out of your sails! Please, Trystan, you have to know how much I love you... and I absolutely want us to be forever...”

“I do know that,” he interrupted. “And we don’t need an engagement to believe that's true."

“So, you’re not mad?” She asked sheepishly.

“No.  Well, maybe a little... at myself... for planning to propose without discussing it with you first."

“You just wanted it to be a surprise,” she shrugged.

“That was my first foolish move. I’m in love with a brilliant detective! How did I expect to get anything past her?”

“Speaking of which... what the hell were you doing leaving that ring in the kitchen drawer. Please tell me you’ll put it in a vault for safekeeping.”

“That is an excellent idea.”

Coco began to fidget and happily jumped up on Carolina’s lap as the couple nuzzled closer together.

“You know, I’m glad you figured out that I knew,” Carolina stated.

“Why? Because it proves I’m becoming as good a detective as you?”

“What? Hell no! It was a lucky guess on your part. But... I don’t like having secrets from you. It was really eating at me. I’d much rather have this out in the open.”

“I like it better this way, too."

“But I want to know, why was it important for you to ask me now... it is a little soon.”

He paused for a moment, thoughtfully choosing his words.

"Quick engagements aren’t uncommon in my world... but beyond that... I know what I want, and I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life. I’ve been in love before and had it ripped away, and I...” his voice cracked as it trailed off.

“Oh, Trystan,” she replied. “I never stopped to think that....”

“Shhhh,” he interrupted. “We can’t let fear control our every move.”

“You’re right," Carolina agreed. "But is it important to you to have something to show the world we're together?"

“We... we don’t have to...”

“It’s OK if you do, Trystan. But engagement isn’t the only way to do it. Would you like to do something else as a sign of commitment?"

“Other than showing you off every chance I get?” he grinned. “I wouldn’t mind... do you have something in mind?”

“I just might," she grinned.

~~~~~

Three days later...

Ruby gazed at Carolina’s hand with the excitement of a child staring at a counter full of candy. She reached out but stopped just before touching her friend's wrist.

“Can I?" she asked. "Does it hurt?”

“You can,” Carolina nodded. “It hurt a bit at first, but it’s fine now.”

“See, that’s because you’re not Drakovian,” Trystan winked. “I felt no pain at all.”

But the loud whimper that escaped him when Luke promptly slapped Trystan’s left wrist told another story.

“OUCH!” He jumped to his friends' amusement.

“You were saying?” Carolina teased.

“They’re perfect!” Ruby beamed. “Rose and 'Thorne' tattoos... what a great idea.”

“On infinity symbols,” Trystan pointed out. “It was all Carolina’s idea.”

“Well! I love them!" Ruby approved. "Luke! Maybe we should get tattoos!” she declared as her boyfriend looked on in horror.

“Orrr... uh... we could... just... get engaged.”

“Do you seriously think that would be less painful?” Ruby asked.

Luke slid up next to his her and looped his arm around her waist. “How about I take you on a really nice date instead?”

“Make that a double date, and you’re on!”

Luke turned to Carolina and Trystan with pleading eyes. “Well, what do you say?”

“What do you say?” Carolina asked Trystan.

“It sounds delightful..." he replied. "As long as we’re not out too late. I want to get back home to my gorgeous girlfriend, after all.”

“Ah, she’s a lucky woman!” Carolina beamed.

“You know what... let’s just get tattoos,” Luke sighed. “It has to be less painful than watching them act like this all night."

“Too late!” Ruby grinned. “You already promised! Now, let’s go pooh-bear.”

“Oh, God," Luke groaned. "Do you see what you started?”

Trystan opened the door to allow his friends to pass through, shutting it slightly when it was Luke's turn.

“Just wait, my friend! The night is still young!” 

~~~~

In case you're curious, this is what the tattoo would look like. Carolina's is on the side of her right wrist, and Trystan's is on the inside of his left.

@choicesficwriterscreations

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[novethegreat]

Respectfully, can I say fuck callout culture? I have a good friend whose life was absolutely turned upside down by a majorly exaggerated callout and partial dox, full Google Doc and everything. That completely fucked up and traumatized an innocent person. It's been 4 or 5 years and they still struggle with it occasionally.

While I understand the impulse behind vigilante justice, it's very easy to fall into echo chambers where someone says something that seems to make sense even if you don't really believe it, and so many people are repeating it that you just accept it as fact. That snowballs dangerously fast.

Traditional lines of rule enforcement like reporting may not always work. Those systems can be corrupt, poorly designed, and/or mismanaged. But it's really better to put it into the hands of a person who isn't directly involved. Report if you want, then just hit 'em with the block and walk away. That way it's not your business anymore. Yes, a person disappearing and blocking out of nowhere can hurt, but it doesn't do nearly as much personal and real-life damage as a callout+dox.

For the love of everything good, don't have a hand in destroying someone's life because they made you uncomfortable online. If you yourself personally have hard proof that a specific crime has occurred, take it up with law enforcement. Otherwise, the block button is your best bud. It doesn't need to be a public affair.

I'm not entirely sure what motivated me to make this post now of all times, but I do truly believe it. I'll listen to civil and reasonable detractors. There are definitely points I haven't made, I just wanted to get this out.

#callout culture #hello tumblr. please don't execute me for having Thoughts on a Thing. #as tumblr is wont to do

[flustersluts]

I'm intrigued

I'm already quite corrupted myself thanks to some helpful friendly influences on here, so I'm curious what exactly it is you could do to add to thaZhxhshsht-

hey anon thanks for the ask! not to shut u down but im not very into the kind of flirting where im posed a 'challenge' ('how wld u corrupt me further?') and i have to perform, esp if i don't know u very well! that puts a lot of pressure on me and risks me saying stuff that ur not comfy with or wouldn't enjoy which wouldn't be fun for either of us!!

#basically what i cld do to corrupt u further wld depend a lot on whay u were into and wld need us to already have good communication going:) #my response to 😇 anon was v tailored to whay wed already been speaking about and stuff i knew or heavily believed they were into #since it's public flirtjng id be very hesitant to bring in new kinks since that could become v uncomfortable very fast #and it can be hard to say no to someone publically #that's not to say im not open to flirting with ppl over asks #im in a phase rn where im very open to that and enjoy it a lot #i just need a littol more to go off basically! #sowwy for the ramble hope u have a nice day dummy #flusterasks

[scientologyblows]

okay but lets be very serious here right now, when they release a statement what exactly is that gonna change? don admitted to him and lex having intercourse (which shows that he coerced her) and matt and ryans texts show that the situation was handled VERY poorly. an apology isnt enough for the trauma they both have caused

#cuz you know its bad when even the subreddit is on their ass they’re usually dickriding m and r anytime someone makes valid criticism #theyve been let off the hook too many times a line needs to be drawn and this needs to be it #im sorry but sa is not something you can simply look past especially when they have a history of brushing serious shit off #what is there to even hold onto for them its not like theyre dropping bangers like they used to #theyre in drama every other month i know thats the appeal to some of yall but when things get this serious it shouldnt be hard to drop them #especially when they have piles of evidence lined up against them showing that they only really care about their channel and their image lol #yes im still talking shit because im very disappointed #also saying quote unquote check up on the big fan accs theyre going through it is very weird lol. we should be checking up on the victims #anyways the bad publicity will probably make them lose sponsorships and yall know the podcast was one of the only things holding them- #together financially LOL #worst part is matt and ryan have people relying on them to get paid.. their company is about to go to shit all bc they have no backbone #jacksons comeback post is gonna be a pic of matt watson flipping burgers at chickfila in a year or 2 #yeah yeah this is my last post about it for now until one of them says something i just needed to get these thoughts out there #rest in piss supermega your actions actually do have consequences and its clear theyre not used to being put on the spot like this #theyre used to people letting everything slide i know theyre all screaming and crying right now 😂

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The way that the sun hits leaves and clouds. I feel like I could watch the colors change forever. If I could slow down for that long.

#i keep forgetting a have a deck now. i can go outside and sit there #im doing that now. sitting in the corner of a deck full of empty chairs. staring up at a big pine tree where the sun is striking it gold #at the top. i like how thr light hits the needles. if the sky was black it would look like its on fire #theres a tree outside my bedroom window too. in the morning. after the sunrises it catches thr light and refelcts the most perfect shade #of green. the kind of green that flutters translucent like youre looking up from the bottom of a pool. the light the light its all about #the sun. everything everything is about the sun. when i start my project I'll be focused on understanding how organisms catch the light bc #its so incredible and complicated it would make my chest swell to bursting if there wasnt an empty bleeding wound in my gut. a #metaphorical wound of course. i dunno. its just difficult bc right now my mood is inflated by hormones. not even that much i think I'm #just at what shoulf be a normal level of happiness so i can be slow for a minute. but just a minute bc i kno it won't last long #sorry i cant shut the fuck up when im like this but i dunno i just feel like i havr to document these ephemeral moments before they're gone #its just difficult when you kno the world is so full of beautiful things but 95% of the time your eyes are too clouded to see it #everyone tells me i work too much but i feel like im just staring off into space being miserable 60% of the time. ive just done so much #damage over the past few years im coming into a new lab as damaged goods. ive got an albatross around my neck in thr form of data i #collected so self destructively that the idea of having anything to do with its publication makes me hate myself. everytime someone tells #me good job on collecting so so so much data it feels like they're congratulating me for breaking something within myself. like i slit my #wrists and bled out on a lab bench and theyre saying good job and theyre excited for me and i have to grin and bear it and pretend im #excited too. but im not bc ive burned everything inside me to ash. so when im elevated enough to be distracted by the clouds and trees it #feels like healing. like seeing angels. beautiful ephemeral beams of light. i wish i could slow down enough to watch them. but now thr sun #is hitting the horizon and the sky is going gradually dark and i should go inside. bc i have many things to do in the morning. so that's #what ill do. and ill try to get more thsn 6hrs of sleep but its hard when your body is vibrating over with energy #but at least i dont feel tired in the morning. something in my head must be on fire #unrelated #hm i should maybe add a tw to this #tw self injury #but its the kind thst makes u good at ur Job. its the kind ppl reward. so they don't understand when u say its destroying ur life #but im trying to get better. i say as i gear up for an insane semester lol but i do mean it