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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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(belatedly) for my 50 follower celebration! @wannab-urs asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

pairing: max phillips x fem!vampire!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit

content tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia if you squint, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

notes: a good ol' hj. this is super belated but life got a little bit better again today so it's time to celebrate. tagging people who expressed interest in this concept at the bottom, mwah <3

He’s got a scar on his left shoulder where you marked him the first time. It seems like so long ago when you’d first taken him into your arms and shown him a new life. A new way to live with the gift he’d been given. Now he has dozens of other scars just like it, bigger or smaller in different places. Still, that one remains your favourite.

When Max wakes, his wrists are already bound together against the winding filigree of the headboard. You considered a hog tie, deciding against it when you got out the rope. For this, you want to see him. All of him.

He wriggles slightly as he comes to, returning from whatever the undead take for sleep. His kind are different from yours. It is what drew you to him in the first place. The great American vampire—you’d never seen one up close. His blood smelled so rich when you first met. You made it your mission for Max Phillips to be yours…and now, he is.

“What’s all this?” he asks, shifting his legs around. They move beneath the covers, rumpling the sheets.

“A project,” you say, sitting by his feet. If your heart could beat, it would be pounding in your chest. The anticipation is everything—this little cat and mouse ordeal being the delicious tip of the iceberg.

“A project?”

“More like a test. Been a while since you’ve had one of those, huh, Maxxie?” you ask.

Max enjoys taking. Pleasure is in the take, of keeping something. This suits you well enough most days; he’s well-behaved and generous. Pleasure is the foreground, but you both know who’s in control behind the scenes.

Some days, though, you aren’t satisfied in being the woman behind the curtain. Some days, you like for Max to give you a little show. Giving for him means giving it all. Today is one of those days.

“Honey,” he says, smugness wiped from his tone. “You know I’m no good at tests.”

“You’re wrong,” you return. “You are going to do just fine.” Max’s brow furrows when you press his nose like a button, grinning down at his body. “I’m going to make you feel good. But you aren’t allowed to finish. Not ‘til I tell you to. Simple, easy. You can do that, Max. Right?”

He wriggles on the bed a bit more, trying to keep his movements controlled and hidden from you. The thought must stir something in his stomach, a whispered yes falling from his lips. You get on the bed properly now, one knee on either side of his legs. Running your hands over the exposed skin of his thighs makes Max shudder. All the silvery marks and mottled skin beneath your hands makes you wet, getting to feel what you’ve done to him.

When you move your hands closer to the hardness in his briefs, Max freezes. He lets you work the piece of clothing from him as he watches. Discarding the underwear on the floor, you focus your attention back on him. The head of his cock is the slightest bit red, the blood he’s consumed flushing his skin.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts,” you say.

“It does,” Max nods. His words elicit no reaction from you, watching him from your seat over his knees. He corrects himself, “It does, Mommy. Sorry.”

You take him into your hand then, the skin of his cock warm against your palm. Another neat trick of the American vampire: warm-blooded. Your skin must feel ice cold against him, but you think he likes that. Max cants his hips up the slightest bit. He’s hoping you won’t notice. Unfortunately for him, you do.

Pulling your hand away, Max groans at the loss of touch. His cock stands at attention, waiting for anything you’re willing to give him. With an open palm, you slap it length-wise. Max draws in a sudden breath, hips jumping.

“Mommy, please. I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you say with the shake of your head. “Every time you misbehave is just extra time you have to wait. So…one.”

“Mommy—” Max begins.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself, Maxxie.”

You go back to stroking him with light hand movements, watching Max bite his tongue. You pinch the skin at his shoulder and watch his arm jerk away. It makes you laugh.

“You don’t like a little bit of pain?” you ask.

“No,” he says.

Your palm is slick with his precum, lubricating every slide of your hand. Picking up the pace a little bit makes Max part his lips in a moan. When his eyelids flutter, you scrape the nails of your other hand against the skin of his thigh. His breath catches in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“You know what? You’re a terrible liar,” you say.

“I’m not lying, Mommy. I promise,” Max says. Your hand is still on him. His eyes are glued to your face when they open again, resisting the urge to look down at where you two touch.

“Yeah, you are,” you singsong.

You scratch at his thigh again, feeling the skin break. There’s something about digging your nails in and feeling blood and tissue underneath that just does it for you. You rub the pads of your fingers into the scratch, coaxing blood from the wound. Smeared red, you bring those fingers to your lips to savour.

“Fuck.”

“A bad word? That’s two.” Max throws his head back against the metal of the headboard with a light thunk. “You like it. I can taste it,” you say. “Like it when I hurt you a little, huh?”

“Mommy,” Max pants.

“Baby, it’s okay. No shame in that.” Moving closer to his ear, you hum. “It’s alright being mommy’s little pain slut.”

The words elicit begging from the man beneath you, a desperate string of pleasepleaseplease filling the air. You know he’s close. It doesn’t mean much to you.

“No baby.” You slow your hand down, pumping his cock languidly as it leaks across your fingers. “We’re not done yet.” Getting a grip at the base of his length, you squeeze him. He sighs hard through his nose as the building fire in his gut dulls to an ebb.

“This isn’t fair,” Max complains.

“Mmhm,” you purr, cheek to cheek now. “You think that bad boys get fair?” Nuzzling into the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says.

“I don’t believe you.” So close to his body, your mouth waters at the smell of him. You lick at Max’s jaw, trailing your tongue along the column of his throat before reaching his shoulder. “You want to be a good boy? Let me take a bite.”

“Mommy—”

“Maxxie.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, giving you permission. First you mouth at the skin, feeling it against your lips. Reveling in his heat. You resume the pace of your hand jerking him off, the hard lines of his shoulders relaxing. Max’s cock is wet and sloppy between the two of you, bright red and probably aching. Just how you want him.

The bite you take is small, flesh spongy between your sharp teeth. It’s soft in your mouth, sliding between your tongue and palate when it goes down easy. Max bleeds, a dribble spilling into a small stream across his chest and down his arm. You lick at the crimson, letting it pool in your mouth as you perch your lips over the wound.

His blood slides to the bed, soaking white sheets a dark red. In another life, it would be a bottle of Zinfandel carelessly spilled—a waste of the best wine in the world. In this life, Max is the only vice you need. His flavour, the flow, that potency. The taste of Max Phillips on your tongue makes you lightheaded. Plasma and platelets, sure, but so much more. It’s heady and raw; the tang of a rough fuck and a sweet kill.

That rush of ending a life. Holding someone’s soul in your hands and snuffing it out. You can feel every life that he has taken, theirs for his own immortal one. It’s their blood, truly, but all of it has been mixed up and ran through Max’s body enough to make it uniquely him. What better high is there than ravaging and killing the man who kills, and knowing you get to do it all over again?

You ask, “More?”

He says, “Yes.”

So you take another bite, and another. All of them surface wounds. They will heal and scar. His body will knit itself back together all for you to tear him apart again. Just the way you like it. The way he does, too.

You deny him twice more of his release, tutting carefully as you watch Max reel back from the edge over and over. Your hand on his dick must hurt more than the biting or the denial now, but he hasn’t told you to stop.

“Mommy, I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t.”

You love reducing such a smug and self-assured creature to a sniveling little boy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A cry tears itself from his throat, your hand still moving quickly. Blood has pooled in his lap, streaking across his hips and thighs.

“No, I just—I can’t,” he snarls. Max’s face morphs into that distinguishable frightening form. His true self. That doesn’t scare you, though.

“You can and you will, baby. You’re almost there. So close. You’re doing so good for mommy,” you say. Kissing his cheeks, you can’t help when your tongue darts out to catch a tear that falls. “What do you need?”

“Kiss me. Please,” Max says. His words come out breathy, light gasps punctuating each one. “Tell me you love me.”

“Aw, Maxxie. Of course I love you. You look so pretty like this.”

Pressing a peck to his nose has Max melting. He leans his torso against you when you finally connect at the mouth. The kiss is soft and slow, the exact opposite of your hand around his length. You slip him your tongue, letting Max taste himself. He moans into your mouth before he pulls away the slightest bit.

He’s breathing against you, still trying to participate in the kiss as he falls off the edge; as you push him. He cums quietly, only a low whimper and heavy breathing to show for it. His spend is sticky across the back of your hand. It dribbles down to your wrist. One liquid mixes in with another, semen and gore staining the both of you.

You cradle his cheek with the messy palm of your hand. The haze in his eyes clears and Max refocuses, looking at you.

“There’s my baby,” you sigh. “Do you feel good?”

The wounds have started to clot, flow slowing as blood dries over his skin and yours. He nuzzles into your cold hand.

“Feel great,” he smiles, and you can tell that he’s back to himself.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you ask.

“Just a minute,” Max says. He puts his arms around you, holding you tight and pulling your body into the mess. Blood smears against your clothes, but you could not care less. “Thank you. I love you.”

You can feel his words thrumming in your veins.

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strawberrybuff · 7 days

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That Boy is Mine

This is a Male original character x Maxxie Oliver Maxxie Oliver x Male oc/reader Other characters are included (Tony , Chris , Jal , Sid , Cassie , Michelle ) you can imagine the oc as whatever you like but I imagine him as a tanned skinned guy with Black hair not too long and not to short , he has a couple of piercings on his left ear and his taller then Maxxie might as well be taller then Anwar . this is my first time writing a smut - its not that good so don't be mean and also my first one-shot on Tumblr !!!!

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It was Monday Afternoon , and you have promised to meet up with a certain blonde in the studio .

You have arrived at the studio and saw Maxxie Practicing Tap dancing while talking on the phone , you leaned on the door Frame and smirked as he talked to Tony , he looked too cute with his outfit that you couldn't pull you eyes of him .

"God, I'm good." , as Maxxie turned back at you and smirked , you walked in front of him and glanced down at him and said "Do you know that you look hot while tap dancing" as you smirked .

"I've been told so by some certain black headed grunge Guy so many time" as he pulled your necktie and smirked "what are you doing tonight " Maxxie asked .

"why you wanna ask me on a date ? " as he kept pulling you necktie to stand in front of the table , you picked him up and dropped him on top of the table .

"someone has been working out" "Nah your just light as a feather" your eyes kept roaming his body as he look to petite , his body just gave you the feeling that it needs to be worshipped .

"I was asking if you want to go to this party that one of my friends is hosting , maybe I can show you off this time" .

"show me off" you smirked , you didn't wanna be shown off you wanna show off Maxxie instead he's the one who needs to be shown off he look like an angel ( a horny angel ) .

"come on were gonna have so much fun , you , me , making out ? what do you think ?"

"I won't say no to that !!!" you pulled him closer and held his waist , you glanced down at him , and oh my god , Maxxie is looking up at you with those 'eyes' , he look to cute and hot not to mess with .

you pulled him in and smashed your lips together as you took Maxxie by surprise , you feel him relax as he threw his arms on your neck and kept kissing you .

you took you hands off his waist and pull his shirt off his head .

"You really wanna do it here ?" Maxxie asked while panting and his lips rosy .

"of course not , you get hurt while on this table well just have to wait till the party , but I need some help tho - " as you looked down at your member , you gulp and look at Maxxie .

"Alright but its a preview to tonight " as he winked at me .

He got down on his knees and started slow and palmed your clothed member , it felt good as his small hands massaged you Member , you moaned and looked down at Maxxie and pulled his head closer to your member .

"Your eager " , "come on babe , you gotta use your mouth it will help better "

he looked up at you with those 'eyes' again and opened the zipper of your pants with his teeth , you moaned at the sight he looked too hot , he took your Member out and palmed the head of your member as you kept moaning his name over and over again .

"god , Maxxie .... ahh , God baby I need your mouth " Maxxie looked at you and licked the head of your member , you felt ecstatic as he kept kitten lick the head of you member as you pushed his head to take your length .

"Never thought that ill be sucking off the heartthrob of out college " "less talking and more sucking babe" you pushed his mouth onto your member roughly as Maxxie gaged at the length of you cock .

"ah ... that felt good baby , your so beautiful like this , gotta make you my ahh , my slut more often " "mhhm" "what you like me calling you my slut , gotta make you mine before that friend of yours beats me too it "

You kept pushing his head more roughly as Maxxie kept sucking you off , his mouth feels ethereal he's better than all the girls i've been with .

" I have to tie you up so no can take you away from me , you like that being my Own slut to fuck with" "mhghhhm" Maxxie had tears on his face as he look upon you he looks so ruined that you felt your climax nearing , you held his head in place as you kept pushing your cock inside of his mouth .

You've thrusted you cock as fast as you could as your climax was nearing , you haven't told Maxxie as you nearly came .

You moaned as you shoot you load down his throat , you held his head in place and as you felt you felt you were done you pulled his head of your cock and looked down at Maxxie.

*Gulp* "that was mhm delicious " "That was hot as fuck" " told you this was only a preview " You pulled him up on his legs and pulled him near you "you look hot as you swallowed my load , Gotta make you do that more often" as you winked at him and kissed him while pulling him outside so the both of you can ge ready to the party , as he leaned down to pick up his stuff .

you smacked his ass and said "Can't wait to ruin this one too" he got up and smirked at you as you two continued your way to your car .

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I've Been trying to write for skins for a long Time but I didn't know where to write (Wattpad , AO3) so tumblr is the best choice for a one-shot !!!! so here you go

#cassie skins #skins effy #skins uk #gay skins #skins maxxie #maxxie oliver #tony stonem #sid jenkins #michelle richardson #cassie ainsworth #skins x male reader #male reader #male oc #skins x reader #oneshot #maxxie x male reader

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 18 days

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Adam Ruzek x OC

This oneshot is based on the Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective story I wrote not too long ago. Detective Katelyn Meyers and Officer Adam Ruzek have since become a couple, and have been dating a short while when this oneshot was written. It's kind of like my own personal headcannon. The brain rot is too real and I am now obsessed with the two of them.

TW: Sexual harassment/assault

Kate sighed as she pulled up to the 21st district, parking on the opposite side of the street. Maxwell whined softly in the back, knowing something was wrong with her. She gently shushed him. “Maxxy, it’s okay,” she said softly, shaking her head as Maxwell poked his nose through the divider she had in her personal vehicle. She sighed and softly pet his nose, turning in her seat to kiss it. “It’s alright, just don’t tell Adam.” She reached over the net that divided them, petting him and scratching behind his ears. “Everything’s gonna be alright. We’re going to have a nice night and enjoy ourselves and forget everything from work this week.”

It weighed heavily on her as the words left her lips, not even believing herself. How could she forget the way he grabbed her waist? The way he whispered in her ear? The way his hands lingered a little too long? She mulled it over, tears coming to her eyes as she waited outside for Adam. She didn't want to get him involved, knowing he would want to go fisticuffs with Joey.

Joey.

Her coworker, who had gone through the academy the same year as Adam had. He worked in the canine unit almost as long as Kate had, but never worked with an actual dog. He worked on the administrative end of it, and was very close with the Sergeant and Commander in the district. Joey got what he wanted - whenever he wanted it. Katelyn had tried to report the incidents that had made her uncomfortable, but they were tossed out in front of her, citing that Joey hadn't truly been hurting her. She supposed it was true. Joey hadn't hurt her yet. He was just creepy and suggestive. Maybe she was overreacting. Yet another reason to not get Adam involved.

She wiped her face quickly as Adam got into the car, smiling over at him. "Hey, baby."

Adam leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Hey, how was work?"

She shrugged. "Same old same. Maxwell got to play with some of his coworkers, through."

Adam smiled, turning in his seat and reaching over the net to pet Maxwell. "That's awesome. I bet he loved that."

"He did." Katelyn offered a small smile, relaxing in Adam's presence, despite the hard month and even harder week she'd been enduring. She was just glad it was over. She put the car into drive, humming along softly to the radio. She didn't know what to say to Adam, nor did she have the mental energy to hold much of a conversation. She already knew about his case that week, which they'd solved the day before. She assumed his day was boring, seeing as paperwork usually followed a case like that. She drove them in soft silence until Maxwell began to whine again, to which she sighed softly. "Maxxy, please."

Maxwell whined softly again, letting out a small bark. He wanted to be close to her, not separated behind the net. He could tell she was affected by someone, and Kate knew it. Adam turned to Maxwell with a soft frown. "Does he usually act like this?" He reached over the net and pet the distressed animal.

"No," Katelyn replied with another sigh. "I'm sorry, I can drop him off at home if-"

"Don't be ridiculous, Kate." Adam shook his head. "I just want to make sure he's alright."

"Yes, he's fine." Katelyn shook her head. "I think I know what it is. It's all fine. He's... He's being... overdramatic."

Overdramatic. That's what they'd told her, too. The Sergeant and Commander she worked under told her she was being overdramatic when it came to her allegations against Joey. Both of them disregarded her claims of harassment.

"What is it, then?" Adam asked, furrowing his brow. His usually bouncy girlfriend wasn't acting like herself, and he wondered why. "Did something happen, Kate?"

"Adam, it's nothing you need to worry about. Let's just enjoy our date, please."

2 Months Later

Katelyn moved quickly out of the district, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hands shook as she patted herself down for her keys, finally finding them and getting into her car, locking the doors. She had felt bad about leaving Maxwell in the kennel inside, but what could she have done? She looked down at her hands as they trembled, realizing she could barely breathe.

She gripped the door of her SUV, trying to calm her breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut as flashes and images played in her mind, his words echoing in her head. She shuddered, suddenly claustrophobic, looking around and trying to figure out what to do, panic ensuing. She felt safe inside her vehicle, but she still felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't know what to do, or who to call. She swallowed hard, reaching her free hand to her pocket to find her phone. She bit her lip as she looked through her contacts. She stopped at Adam's name, but knew if she called him, he would immediately start a fight. She couldn't. Finally, she settled on someone who she could call, having calmed a little bit in the process, trying to regulate her breathing again as the phone rang.

"Olinsky," the voice on the other end answered.

Katelyn let out a soft sob, then swallowed hard. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't know... w-who else to call. Please don't tell Adam."

A small shuffling was heard on the other end, then Al's voice came back, lower and more concerned. "Hey, what's the matter? You okay?"

"I-I need someone... I... please, can you come to the thirty-first? I'm in my car..."

"Okay, alright, I'll be there soon. Is there anything I should know?"

"I-uhm... I don't know, I... I'll explain when you get here. Just, please hurry?" Katelyn wiped her face, slowly breaking into sobs once more.

"I'm already on my way."

When Alvin arrived, he got out of his car, looking around for any indication of where Kate was. He walked through the parking lot, finally finding her leaning on her driver's side door, tears streaking down her face. Her arms were pulled tightly around herself, making herself look as small as possible. Al walked over to her, looking down with concern. "What happened?"

Katelyn looked up at him, then bit her lip, tears spilling from her eyes once more. "I-I... I need you to go inside and get my dog for me... Please."

Al furrowed his brow. "You called me here to get your dog from your own district?"

"Yes," she huffed, wiping her face. "I can't go back inside. Not today."

"Were you suspended or someth-"

Kate cut him off, raising her voice a little. "Just go get him! ... Please." She was desperate. She hadn't meant to snap, but she couldn't help it. She felt like a wild animal that had been cornered, nowhere to go. She looked away from him, pulling her arms tighter around herself.

Al slowly nodded, deciding to get her dog first and answer questions later. He went inside, and after sweet-talking some of the employees there, he was able to get Maxwell and bring him out to where she had since sat down against her tire. When Maxwell caught sight of her, he pulled on his lead, yanking it from Al's hand. He ran over to Katelyn, promptly licking her face and settling himself in her lap. Katelyn hugged him tightly, bursting out in sobs once again. She clung to her partner for dear life, her hands tangled in his fur as she cried.

Alvin frowned, looking down at her as he walked over. "Alright, I got him, but now you need to tell me what's going on," he said softly, crouching beside her. "And why we aren't telling Ruzek."

Katelyn looked up at Al, shaking her head. "Because Adam's solution would be to go to fisticuffs with him... I just don't need that... It won't solve anything."

"With who?"

Katelyn sniffled, softly petting Maxwell as he laid on her lap, taking a few deep breaths. "Joey. He works in my unit. He's really close with the Sergeant and Commander, so he... he never gets into trouble, no matter what he does."

Al sat down next to Katelyn, looking to her. "What did he do to you?"

Katelyn swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. "It's been three months now, of him... He was being creepy at first. The way he would hug me or touch me... The way he whispered in my ear... He would always tell me how pretty I looked, or how he wished he could see me outside of work. I told him that I have a boyfriend, but it didn't stop him. He became more and more persistent. His hands would linger a little too long after group photos, or when he would touch my shoulder. I... I just found it creepy. When I went to my Sergeant, he dismissed everything. He wouldn't even put it in writing. After some more time, I went to my Commander. It was the same story there. No report was ever made." She shook her head. "And, today... It got worse. He... He cornered me down in the records room, and pressed me against the wall. He whispered all of these dirty things to me, things he said he wanted to do to me... H-He didn't assault me or anything, but he was definitely aroused when he walked away. I-I didn't want to go back in there to give him the chance..." She leaned down, hugging Maxwell tightly again, shoulders shaking as she cried softly into his fur. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to call... I couldn't call Adam... And he always said to reach out to you if I needed something and couldn't reach him..." She sniffled, shaking her head and looking up at Al again.

Al took in her story, then nodded slowly, casting a gentle arm around her and pulling her into his chest. "You did the right thing. I just wish you'd called me sooner."

She sniffled, shaking her head as she leaned into his chest. "I just... figured I was overreacting, like they told me..."

Alvin shook his head. "You never were." He sighed softly, rubbing her back until she was ready, then got up with her. "Come on, you'll be detailed to the 21st for the next few days until we can get this figured out. I'll clear it with Voight."

Kate sniffled again, standing with him and grabbing Maxwell's lead. "Thank you, Al... Please, just... I don't know how to tell Adam yet."

"We don't have to tell anybody," he replied. "It's a private issue. You're safe with me."

"Thank you..." she repeated, nodding as she secured Maxwell in the back of her car, then got in and followed Al's car back to the 21st district. She parked and brought Maxwell out, walking through and into intelligence the back way. Al took her straight to Voight's office, shutting the door and the blinds before anyone could see it was her. She swallowed hard as she sat down. She'd clamed down on the drive over, but was still tense, gripping Maxwell's lead tightly.

"Tell me everything," Hank said, leaning over his desk to take a report as she spoke.

She'd since burst into tears again, but finished the report. Hank got up from his desk, walking over and hugging her tightly, rubbing her back. "It'll be okay," he reassured her. "He'll pay for what he did, one way or another."

She swallowed hard, nodding as she hung on to Voight like the father she never truly had. He didn't pull away until she did, then let her go, patting her shoulders and grabbing the file from his desk. "I'm going to take this to my commander right now and see that it gets taken care of, and I'll let your Sergeant know that I'm detailing you to intelligence until further notice."

"Thank you..." she whispered. It was all she could muster without breaking.

Hank nodded, motioning to his couch. "You're welcome to stay in here. I'll see what I can do about getting you a desk. You might have to share for the time being."

She shook her head. "It's not a problem, Sarge."

Hank nodded. "Alright, then. Take all the time you need." Then, he left his office, shutting the door behind him to walk down the stairs across the bullpen.

Meanwhile, many of the intelligence members had looked up to Voight, wondering what was going on. They'd seen Maxwell, but weren't sure if it truly was Kate or not. Adam got up when he saw Voight. "Hey, Boss!" He moved quickly over to his Sergeant. "Boss, was that Kate?"

"I'm busy, Ruzek." Hank avoided the question, seeing as Kate had told him the same thing she'd told Olinsky. She didn't want Adam to know yet. "Don't you have case files? I need them by the end of shift." He then traversed down the stairs and out of the locked door.

Adam frowned, but followed him. "Boss, if that's Kate, I have a right to know."

"Actually, you don't," Hank said, turning around to Adam. "And if you keep following me, I'll bury you in everyone else's case files for the night. Get back upstairs and get back to work." Then, he turned back around and entered into the Commander's office, shutting the door.

Adam frowned, looking to Trudy, who just stared back in surprise. She had no idea what had been going on, looking to Adam for answers. Adam walked down to the front desk. "Sarge, I don't know what's going on. I swear I saw Kate go into his office with Al. I mean, who else has a dog who comes around here? She had her dog with her. He left the scene early without me, then came back with her. Something is going on, and she won't answer my calls or texts."

Trudy shook her head softly. "I only know as much as you do. They didn't walk by me. Must've come up the back way. I'll talk to Voight and see what's going on."

"Thanks, Sarge," he said with a sigh, looking to the Commander's office, then walking back up to the bullpen. Everyone else looked to Adam for an answer, but he simply shook his head, sitting at his desk again to finish his work.

When Voight came back up the stairs, he went straight to his office and shut the door once more. Al and Kate were still there, Kate resting on the couch, Maxwell lying on the floor by her side. She pet him softly, but looked up as Voight came back. She sat up, looking up at him for an answer.

“The commander is going to file the report with IAD today. Someone will reach out to you.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Thank you, Sarge. Thank you…”

Hank nodded, sitting down at his desk. “I should tell you, I have a very concerned Ruzek out there, and several other concerned detectives and officers, who know you’re in here.”

Kate sighed heavily, rubbing her face with her hands. She was exhausted from the past three months, having hid it from Adam as much as possible until now. “I know… I just…”

“You have a right to keep it private, Kate,” Alvin said, shrugging. “They have no entitlement to your life. Not even Adam.”

She nodded, biting her lip and petting Maxwell again. “Thanks…” She looked up to Voight. “Mind if I steal Adam?”

Voight nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll call you guys if I need you.”

Kate stood, taking in a deep breath and wiping her face. She grabbed Maxwell’s lead, handing it to Alvin. “Hold him for me?”

“Sure.”

Then, Kate walked out of Voight’s office and straight to Adam’s desk. Adam stood promptly, furrowing his brow. “Hey, you weren’t answering my texts, what’s going on?”

Katelyn gently took his hand, pulling him to the locker rooms. He followed her, glancing up to see she left Maxwell with Al in Voight’s office. He furrowed his brow again, confused as she led him inside and shut the door, straddling a bench. Adam straddled it too, facing her and gently taking her face in his hands, looking it over for any sign of what was happening. “Kate…?”

She looked up at Adam, tears welling in her eyes. She pushed closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face into his neck. “I’m sorry… I should’ve said something sooner, I just…” She trailed off, suddenly tired of explaining everything.

“Hey, what’s been going on? You haven’t been right for months.” He carted his fingers through her hair, gently working out the small knots in her ponytail.

“I-I know… There is someone at work… He’s been harassing me…”

Adam stopped, pulling back. “What?”

She sighed. “He’s been a creep. He’s close with the Sergeant and Commander in the 31st, so any time I tried to raise concern, it was thrown out, literally, in front of me.”

“What has he been doing?” Adam held her face in his hands again, looking down at her. He could feel his blood starting to boil, upset that she had been affected like this.

“He was just whispering things, and his touches lingered in a weird way. I-I tried to ignore it, especially when I couldn’t report it, but today… Today, he caught me alone and cornered me, and pressed against me. He told me all these dirty things… What he would do if he ever got the chance… He got aroused by it, and then left me there. I-I didn’t want to give him the chance, so I left the building and went to my car. I called Al because I needed him to get Maxwell. He had been in the kennel when this happened.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Adam frowned.

“Because I know you, Adam. I know you’re angry right now, just hearing this, and I know if Joey was anywhere in the vicinity, you would’ve sought him out and took swings at him.”

“Damn right, I would’ve! He can’t treat you like this!”

“You would’ve lost your job, dumbass!” She huffed, looking up at him, tears brimming her eyes once more. “The commander over there would’ve made sure of it. He already hates me for trying to make allegations and reports against Joey.”

“Wait… Joey. Joey who?”

Katelyn looked over his face. “I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“I went through the academy with a Joey. Joey… Valdez. Yeah, Valdez. Is that it?”

Kate sighed, nodding a little and putting her forehead back down on his shoulder. “Just don’t do anything dumb.”

Adam sighed, pulling her closer. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t. Did you tell Voight? Get a report filed?”

“It goes to IAD today,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. She was exhausted from the emotions. “Look, I just want to go home and lay in bed with you.”

Adam had taken Kate back to her apartment, deciding to stay the night, as he had a few times before. She took a shower then got into pajamas, feeling a little better. Adam ordered them a pizza, and the two sat on Kate's couch, eating and watching some movie. Kate wasn't paying too much attention, her eyes fluttering closed every so often. She was simply exhausted. She was physically so from the crying she'd done that day, but mentally so from the nearly three months of mental torture she'd experienced. Finally, she hoped, it was over. She could relax a bit, leaning into Adam's chest as he rubbed her back. "Hey," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her head. "You know I love you, right?"

Kate blushed. She couldn't help but crack a small, tired smile. "I know, Adam. I love you too."

Adam smiled softly down at her, pulling her gently up and into position where he could lean down to kiss her. His touches were tender, pulling her closer against him as she moved to straddle his lap, running his fingers up under the hem of her shirt to rub her back. Katelyn's fingers had since been carted through his hair as she kissed him with a desperate love. She didn't want the creepiness of Joey to plague her any longer. She simply wanted to be loved, and to love in return.

After a few moments, there came a hard knock on Kate's apartment door. She jumped a little, gasping as she pulled away from Adam's lips. She blushed heavily, frowning as she looked to the door. "I don't know who that would be..." she mumbled, getting up and fixing her hair. Maxwell, who had since been lying at their feet, got up and growled at the door. He walked over, sniffing it and growling again.

Adam frowned. "Baby, leave it. If it's important, they'll come back tomorrow and-" He was cut off by a harder and persistent knocking, folowed by a short bark by Maxwell and more growling.

Katelyn grabbed her service weapon from the nearby counter, holding it close. She furrowed her brow and looked into the peephole, then frowned and reeled back from the door, pointing her gun at it. "It's him," she whispered. She grabbed Maxwell by the harness, pulling him back. "Heel, Maxxy. Here." She snapped her fingers and at once Maxwell was at her feet and between her legs, sitting and watching the door intently.

Adam blinked, getting up from the couch now and walking quickly over. He grabbed his own gun, looking through the peephole. He clipped his holster on and set the gun in it before walking back to where Kate was, who had since lowered her weapon when Adam had gotten in between her and the door. He gently put a hand over hers. "Hey, it's going to be alright. I won't let him hurt you."

A third knock came, really like a hard banging on the door. The door rattled, and Kate pushed herself closer to Adam. "He's going to break the door down." Maxwell barked again, growling and standing, but not moving from between Kate's legs.

"Alright, I've got this. Just stay back here where he can't see you." Adam moved Kate out of sight of the doorway, Maxwell following to protect her, then walked over, unlocking and opening the door only as far as he needed to. He looked Joey up and down, raising an eyebrow, his free hand resting on his gun. "Can I help you?"

"Hey... Ruzek, right? I think we went through the academy together. Joey, Joey Valdez." He reached a hand out to shake, which Adam didn't take.

"Yeah, I remember. Why are you here?"

Joey dropped his hand, meeting Adam's eyes. "Oh, I work with Katelyn Meyers. I have an urgent matter to discuss with her regarding work. Is she here? I thought I heard Maxwell barking."

"Yeah, well, she's not. She went out of town for a while. I'm dog-sitting for her." Adam moved to shut the door, but was stopped by Joey's hand.

"Hey, you're detailed to intelligence, right?" He hummed, looking Adam over. "I remember the day some homeless-looking detective pulled you out of the academy. Never saw you again after that."

Adam looked Joey over just the same, then shrugged. "I just did what they told me."

"Don't act so coy, Ruzek. They kept you around for good reason, obviously."

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Joey?"

Joey sighed, shaking his head. "You know, for working in intelligence, you're pretty thick. I urgently need to speak with Detective Meyers, and I won't leave until I do."

"Yes, you will. She's not-"

Katelyn came out from behind Adam, meeting Joey's gaze. "What's so urgent, Joey? It couldn't wait until morning?"

"Well, seeing as you've been detailed to intelligence until further notice, I figured I had to come see you here." Joey smiled as his eyes danced over Kate's tense body, nearly making her shiver. She still had her gun in her hand. "Why so tense? I just want to talk to you."

"Whatever you have to say, say it," Kate huffed in reply. Maxwell stood by her side, growling and bearing his teeth at Joey.

"I'd like to talk with you privately, Meyers. This doesn't concern Adam."

"Actually, it does," Adam replied, hand still resting on his gun. "She's not going anywhere with you."

Joey hummed, looking over Adam, then Maxwell, and finally up to Katelyn. "Fine. I was just wondering why IAD was at my office door earlier today, asking about my relationship and involvement with you."

Katelyn glared at Joey. "You know exactly why."

"Then you know our commander will make all of this go away. Besides, I told the IAD agent the truth: You and I had just started our relationship."

Katelyn blinked, both her and Adam processing for a moment. Kate stepped forward, telling Maxwell to stay in place. She moved up in front of Adam to get a full look at Joey, stepping into the doorway. "You told them that we're dating?"

"We're madly in love."

Katelyn shook her head. "Like hell we are! You only wish that I loved you!" She had since tucked her pistol into her waistband, balling her fists tightly. "What's your obsession with me, huh?! Why do you have to do everything in your power to make my life miserable?!"

Some of Kate's neighbors from other apartments stepped out to see what the commotion was after she raised her voice. Joey smiled. "Darling, it's you who's obsessed."

Katelyn huffed, but Adam pushed her back, getting between them. "You need to leave, now."

"I only want to see my girlfriend. Is that so much to ask? You're getting in between us. Maybe you need to be taken care of."

"Oh yeah?" Adam nearly growled in sync with Maxwell now. "And I think you need to be taught a lesson."

"Adam, don't." Kate frowned, pulling him back by the arm. "Just shut the door."

"I'm not going anywhere. You're holding my girlfriend hostage. She deserves better than some street rat from Canaryville."

Adam took a moment to process before reeling back and puching Joey straight in the mouth. Kate gasped and Maxwell barked, but Kate commanded him to stay, running over as Adam and Joey wrestled on the ground. Adam beating on Joey pretty hard. She ran over and grabbed Adam by the shirt. "Adam! Adam, stop it!" Some male neighbors also came to break up the fight, helping Kate pull Adam off of Joey, pushing him back into Kate's apartment. Katelyn got in front of him. "Adam, look at me! Look!" Adam panted, meeting Kate's eyes. She reached up and touched his face, pressing on the skin where Joey had gotten a punch or two off on him. She sighed. "Adam..."

"Look, he started it! He should've never come here, Kate! He had no right to! It's stalkerish and weird!"

"I know, Adam, I know, just please take a breath and stop yelling." She pulled him over to the table, making him sit. She whistled for Maxwell, who sat beside Adam as Kate got an ice pack from her freezer. "Stupid boy," she said softly, handing him the ice pack.

"Katelyn, he wouldn't leave. I don't know what to tell you. I'll always protect and defend you. It doesn't matter who it is. I'd punch Voight if it meant protecting you."

Kate thought about that notion for a moment before breaking out into soft laughter. "You dumbass, Voight would lay you out so quick."

"Doesn't mean I wouldn't try." He smiled up at her, glad he could get her to lighten up a little.

Kate sighed and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you, Ruzie?"

"Whoa, 'Ruzie?' What am I to you, some dog?"

She looked between him and Maxwell, who both looked up at her with the same eyes. She snorted and nodded. "Yep. Look at the two of you. Practically twins." She waved her hand in dismissal. "Let me handle the officers on scene. You obviously aren't able to."

Adam rolled his eyes, holding the ice pack to his face with a small wince. "Fine, but just this once."

Kate laughed and walked out to the doorway of her apartment, talking with the officers who had shown up to tell them what happened. The neighbors around confirmed it, and Joey was told to leave the premises. Katelyn eventually came back to the apartment, shutting the door and letting out a breath. Then, she locked it and set her gun back on the counter nearby. Walking over to Adam, she motioned for him to move the ice pack. "Let me see."

Adam took the ice pack off his face, setting it on the table. Katelyn got down close to examine the bruises and marks left by Joey. "Mmn, you'll be fine. You'll just have a bruise for a few days. And a split lip."

"Why, thank you, doctor," he said, standing up and pulling her close by her waist.

"Adam, I'm still upset with you for starting the fight." She looked up at him, rubbing his chest. Truthfully, she hadn't wanted the fight to happen, but was glad Joey got what was coming to him. She knew it was inevitable the moment she told Adam what had been happening.

"Yeah? Why don't we duke it out in bed, then?" He picked her up, her laughing a little and wrapping her legs around his midsection.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her eyes, despite her smile. "That would hardly be fair. I win that fight every time, Adam."

"Fine with me." He smiled and kissed her softly as he carried her into her bedroom, shutting the door.

#chicago pd #adam ruzek #hank voight #alvin olinsky #sergeant hank voight #sargent hank voight #officer adam ruzek #adam ruzek x oc #cpd #chicagopd #oc #original character #brainrot #hank voight and the crackhead detective

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cate032305 · 2 years

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Watched season 1 of skins uk.( except for the Anwar and Maxxie episode because it was weirdly anxiety inducing) and...

Tony: I'd hate him in real life but I adore him in the show and I really want to see him be a good boyfriend because it would be so cute. And I love his relationship with Effy

Cassie: deserves better, poor baby. She's so sweet and I just want to scream at Sid to just get with her

Jal: is the total mom friend and I love her

Chris: Dear God does Chris need to get his shit together and stop perving on Angie

Sid: is a sweetheart. But oh my God does this boy not know what he's doing. I love him but get it together Sid

No real opinion on Maxxie or Anwar. Though I do think Maxxie is doing his best to make things right

Michelle: Does Tony treat her terribly? Yes Do I think it's great she stuck up for herself to him? Yes Does a part of me still want them to be together? Yes

Effy: I can see why Tumblr is obsessed with her. I am hopping on that train. I LOVE HER!!

💜💜

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lorenzo zurzolo. he/him. cis male. › spotted at the met steps, marcelo ‘mars’ valmount, most likely listening to hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone by blackbear with their airpods pro. the twenty three year old gained quite a reputation, known to be - materialistic yet + determined to anyone who knows them. you’ll easily spot them when you hear about arguing in italian over the phone with his mother, nearly shivering in disgust at the sight of chipped nail polish, snorting lines of coke off his phone as his agent urgently calls him, designer high end items tossed carelessly as if they have no value, claiming it’s 'my way or the highway’ , followed by toy boy by moschino. latest nepoupdates article talks about him 'allegedly’ hooking up with a married teacher at university, but i guess any reputation is good reputation.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: marcelo leonardo valmount ⟶ nicknames: goes by mars, doesn’t mind being called marcelo either ⟶ three things he likes: getting high, discovering new vegan recipes, black nail polish ⟶ three things he dislikes: chipped nail polish, people who instigate, scary movies ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 8 ⟶ age: twenty three ⟶ birthday: december 8, 1999 ⟶ zodiac: sagittarius sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: right handed ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: dark brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his right ear, a small hoop piercing on his left earlobe, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: italian, spanish, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: upper east side, new york ⟶ last five songs listened to: testa tra le nuvole pt. 2 by alfa, maradona y pelé by thegiornalisti, judas by lady gaga, la musica non c’è by coez, hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone by blackbear ⟶ five aesthetics: black nail polish, snorting coke off your phone as your mom calls you, golden eyeliner, baby blue eyes gazing into the sunset, impulsively shopping when you’re stressed ⟶ character inspo: eric effiong from sex education, maxxie oliver from skins u.k, patrick blanco from elite

background story ;

marcelo was born to an italian mother named martina incanti and an american father named richard valmount, the result of a high school love. his mother came from really old money, her parents owning hotel resorts called incanti inn ( literally equivalent to hilton hotels ) all around the world, while his father came from old money too, his parents owning a chain of water supplies ( similar to voss or smartwater ). regardless of how young his parents were, marcelo was practically born with a golden spoon in his mouth, spoiled to the bone and adored by his entire family

still, in every good story, there’s always a catch. before his mother came along, his father had impregnated another woman, meaning marcelo had an older half brother on his father’s side. when he was younger, he remembers his mother doing everything in her power to try and hide ace from him, but as time went on, she couldn’t stop the inevitable – marcelo eventually knew all about ace, even going as far as snooping around to figure out more things about his half brother

however, the curiosity to know one of his siblings went away as he realized what a problem ace and his mother were for his own mother and father, always being the number one cause of every fight they ever had. odds are that if marcelo’s parents were fighting, it had to do with ace, and he honestly grew sick of it

was it really his fault that his father had chosen him and his mother instead and vice versa? admittedly, marcelo felt somewhat guilty about this as a kid, but the older he grew, the more okay with it he became. he figured that if his father had chosen them, it meant that he was obviously better than ace

this, and his entire upbringing, caused marcelo to grow a narcissistic complex. he began modeling at the tender age of six, for brands like gap, the children’s place, carter’s, you name it, and he’s probably modeled for it before. marcelo quickly became enamored with his looks, fully believing that first impressions and the way you looked to the world, was everything

he was also very academically intelligent, gifted in math and called the ‘human calculator’ by his teachers, as he could easily solve division, multiplication, addition and subtraction problems in his head without paper, in seconds. he went to a private, all boys school on the upper east side, singe handedly one of the best in the country

despite being book smart however, his real interest was in modeling and making a name for himself. in his early teen years, he booked a few commercials, and had a break through at fourteen when modeling for the popular luxury brand, gucci. when he was fifteen, he was officially signed to an agency, and from there on out, things grew more ‘intense’ for him, you could say

marcelo quickly realized just how big the competition was out there. for the first time, his last name didn’t mean anything to anyone, it was either bite or get bitten, and as much as he tried not to, he crumbled under pressure

! tws for eating disorders, fainting, hospitals and body dysphoria for the next four bullets, read with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! his habits start off so small at first, that he genuinely doesn’t see it as a problem. over exercising is only the beginning, but soon enough, he starts cautiously watching, and counting, the calories of the stuff he eats. when this isn’t proven to be enough, he switches to a vegan diet, and it just escalates from that point on

to be honest, he was never overweight. in fact, doctors would tell him he had to gain some weight in the past, but despite this, he didn’t feel good enough. more so, he felt like he could be better. he became obsessed with any little flaw he would pick out of himself and would work endlessly to fix it, or make it less noticeable. one of his more genuine friends in the modeling industry flat out told him he had a problem, but marcelo brushed it aside and kept ‘working’ on himself. by working on himself, i mean practically torturing himself with unhealthy diets and extreme exercise routines

the worst part is that he really didn’t think he had a problem. he struggled with an eating disorder and body dysphoria for six years, until one day, six months after his twenty first birthday, he ends up passing out during a photo shoot. waking up in the hospital, he’s told he has pretty bad malnutrition linked to an eating disorder and is recommended to seek help. at this point, he weighed ninety five pounds

it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s not okay. this is a really rough time in his life, because not only do his parents find out about all his antics, but he feels ( somewhat forced ) to get better by not just them, but his friends and his fanbase. it’s also embarrassing for him, as this incident became publics news, so despite not being quite ready to get the help he needs, he ends up checking himself into an inpatient clinic in brooklyn that specializes in eating disorders and mental health. he’s there for three months and it’s basically hell for him, the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but… he does get better. by a lot. ends up gaining the weight he needs and see’s a nutritionist to work out a ( healthy ) vegan diet for him

after this rather dark time in his life, he decides to go to college to study psychology and minor in nutrition and dietetics. here is where you could say that he ‘finds himself’, as people do the craziest things in their college years. first off, he develops a nasty coke habit, as lots of people in the industry do. he likes the way coke takes away your hunger, and he enjoys the way it makes him feel on top of the world and focused. second of all, he realizes he’s pretty damn gay

to be fair, he’s always had an idea that he wasn’t straight, but he assumed ( wrongly ) that he was bisexual for the longest time. it isn’t until college that he realizes he isn’t really romantically interested in females, hooking up with ( a lot ) of guys

! tw for student/teacher relationship, general inappropriate relationships, read with caution of skip over this if you’re triggered ! to make his life even harder, marcelo begins secretly hooking up with a history professor, who is really only thirty two, but he’s married, and supposedly ‘straight’ to everyone. this relationship is inappropriate and truth be told, marcelo isn’t even sure why he does it to begin with. because he likes attention? because he’s a gay whore? the validation he gives him? point is that this goes on for a couple of months, until, if you guessed it, they get caught. thankfully, this is managed to be kept under wraps and the professor he had been hooking up with transfers to another college, unfortunately? it gets to the ears of his parents, and he’s forced to come out to them a month before his twenty third birthday

honestly, marcelo thought his mother would take it the wrong way. she’s italian, she’s religious, and old school, but surprisingly? she’s the most supportive of him, gives him a hug and tells him she’s going to love him no matter what. his father though? there’s a reaction he wasn’t expecting at all

‘why would you do this to me?’ ‘why are you choosing this lifestyle? have you not embarrassed us enough with this?’ ‘why are you like this marcelo?’ ‘it’s like i don’t even know you anymore’ ‘if i would’ve known my son would turn out to be a fucking queer, i would’ve chosen my other family’ are just some of the many hurtful things he’s told that very night. he never thought his father would be so against him being gay, and it actually really hurts his feelings more than he let on because growing up, he had a very good relationship with his father. he taught him how to play piano, he spoiled him to no end, he was always really supportive of his choices, but this? this was something richard was simply not living down

things become so awkward with his father, he uses the money he makes modeling and through sponsorships and social media to buy a luxury penthouse near his college, wanting to be far away from him. at this moment, he can’t help but wonder – is this how ace has felt his whole life?

headcanons ;

despite being fully recovered from his eating disorder, there are days where marcelo feels ready to give up. he wouldn’t go back to hurting himself the way he used to, but it’s still something he struggles with. he is really, really iffy about what he eats

ironically enough, he’s all about preaching about healthy living and eating right, then proceeds to take four lines of coke without even taking a break... hypocrite, much?

marcelo has thirty seven million followers on instagram and counting, and an equal amount on other social media platforms. he’s a model, an influencer, heir and a college student

he loves painting his nails. his favorite color to paint them is black, but he enjoys dark blue as well. he hates chipped nail polish, will literally run to get his nails re done the second he see’s a chip, usually does black gel or black powder dip

despite acting like he’s too good for everyone, marcelo secretly craves validation. whether it be with his friends or flings he’s had, he just wants to feel like he’s good enough for someone, because truthfully, despite having anything materialistic he could ever want, he doesn’t feel like he’s worthy of love, or deserving of it, but he craves it

he’s a huge vegan, has been a vegan for over a year now and will probably never go back. watch him look at you funny if he catches you eating a burger or something

marcelo loves animals, but is more of a cat person. he has a ragdoll cat he named draco meowfoy while drunk and would basically die for him

he’s been playing piano since he has five, but considers this to just be a fun hobby. he was taught by his father, and his top two favorite pieces to play are i love you by riopy and nuvole bianche by ludovico einaudi

he’s fluent in english, italian and spanish, and will strictly only speak in italian with his mother. despite not being born in italy, marcelo considers himself more italian than american

he loves music in italian too, especially italian love songs or italian edm songs. some of his favorite italian artists are shade, alfa and even thegiornalisti

he impulsively shops when he’s stressed, doesn’t even bother looking at the price tag anymore, just gets what he wants whenever he wants. he’s materialistic, and loves looking good

marcelo is the perfect definition of ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ because he has everything anyone could ever want, but truthfully? he’s not happy. he feels alone, and no amount of shopping, drug usage, or partying, is going to fix that

i’m going to end this here because this is getting long, but below are some wanted connections and his birthchart!

wanted connections ;

get in loser, we’re going shopping: shopping buddies, could be any gender, but they just go out and spend a fuck ton of money on stuff they don’t even need, probably a superficial relationship

who are you again?: hear me out, someone he gave head to at a party but genuinely doesn’t remember it, but your muse does. like ‘wait isn’t that the guy who sucked my dick?’ and marcelo is just like ‘ha ha.... do i know you?’ literally this level of black out drunk

not sure how we’re friends... i mean, look at your shoes: a pair of very, very unlikely friends. they’re not even sure how they became friends, but it’s surprisingly a genuine friendship, could be very wholesome

i know what you did in college: someone who knew he was hooking up with a professor from college. could go to the same college or could have just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. how this muse replies is entirely up to you, could think marcelo is a legend, or could seriously judge him, i’m open for whatever

it’s meant to be. look, we’re both eating vegan eggplant parmesan!: literally became friends because they’re both vegans. text each other about new vegan recipes or new vegan spots they find around town, share the same love of not eating, consuming or messing with any animal products at all, they said animals are friends, not food!

i hate your stinking guts: someone who doesn’t like him. he’s very easy to hate. very entitled and acts like he’s better than everyone. your muse could hate him, or he could hate your muse

what? you can hate people and still think they’re hot: a classic hate ship, open to males/nb. they claim to really not like each other, yet always end up in each others beds, whether they’re drunk or sober, whatever the case might be

you’ve seen me naked before: people ( guys ) he’s hooked up with. he’s a whore so this is open to multiple guys. whether they still hook up or not can be plotted

i tried to warn you from the start: someone in the industry like him, who saw him getting bad and tried to help him, but marcelo wouldn’t listen to them. could be any gender, but this muse genuinely tried to help him at his lowest and he would just shake them off with an ‘i’m fine’. marcelo reached out to this muse when he got out of the hospital to thank them for trying to make him see he had a problem

from afar, i guess: maybe someone who has a crush on him, but he has no idea? could be interesting to play out

need a girls night? get in here, bitch: female friends! give me females he’s very good friends with, a gay bff if you must, and they just gossip, talk shit, watch romcoms and get into all types of shenanigans together!

you were the first guy in my life: first guy he’s ever hooked up with, helped him realize he’s gay. they could be on bad terms, on good terms, friends, still hooking up, i’m open to any ideas!

or, we could brainstorm!

birthchart ;

#nepofm.intro #eating disorder tw #drug abuse tw #fainting tw #hospitals tw #homophobia tw #body dysphoria tw #lmk if i missed a tw!!#this is long AF #i fully dont expect anyone to finish this thing lmfaoo #if u see spelling errors i didnt proof read so like.... no u didnt NBSDVCJKDNVJDF #inappropriate relationship tw #student/teacher fling tw

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nolanhollogay · 2 years

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skins plot bunny bc the people (me) need it

i've been waiting for this one!!!!

name: rudy ??

love interest: maxxie ! my baby !!!

im seeing this so clearly: rudy is a jock, and he's kind of a dick (but not in a sociopathic way like tony lol) he's just very abrasive by accident, and maxxie is like... anyways, because he does not have the time for rude boys! but then him n maxxie meet when rudy is with his little siblings and max is like "oh he does have a heart" and then BOOM! friends to lovers baby

fc: benjamin wadsworth

#rudy last name tbd #asks #mara tag 💕#i was going to pick someone british but i couldnt think of anyone who hadnt already been on skins fhfhfh

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tracksterman · 9 months

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I've got about 1200km on the Scandal since I migrated over to modern 29" boost frame standards at the back end of winter. Initially sceptical about the minimal tread pattern of the rear Maxxis Minion 2.35" tyre, I've actually been really pleased with its performance. No punctures despite running tubes rather than going tubeless, which had concerned me given how bloody difficult it was wrestling the tyre onto the hookless Mavic rim. It's just sat there, doing its job, enabling me to claw my way up climbs I could never clear on the old 26" bike. I don't think this is down to the tyre, mind, more the steeper seat tube angle of modern frames that means taller riders like myself are finally sitting in the right position relative to the bottom bracket and rear hub axle. Sit and spin, baby...

But it's now wearing down and, while I'll get a few more miles out of it, it's time to start thinking about a new tyre with more aggressive tread ready for the winter slop.

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coloradohq · 9 months

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WELCOME TO DENVER, ari! you’ve been accepted as maxence "maxxie" lafleur (TYLER LAWRENCE GRAY)! please have your account sent in within 24 hours; don’t forget your CHECKLIST!

ARI, 23, EST; SHE/THEY. | if you’re hearing BANG BANG BANG BANG by SOHODOLLS playing, you have to know MAXENCE "MAXXIE" LAFLEUR (HE/HIM; CIS MALE) is near by! the TWENTY TWO year old INFLUENCER & TRUST FUND BABY has been in denver for, like, NEARLY 7 MONTHS. they’re known to be quite IMPULSIVE, but being OUTGOING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble TYLER LAWRENCE GRAY. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those TIRED HAZEL EYES RIMMED WITH SMUDGED BLACK EYELINER AS HE DOES THE WALK OF SHAME AT 5 AM, CUSTOM MADE GOLDEN RINGS AND BLACK NAIL POLISH, ARGUING IN FRENCH WITH HIS FATHER vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

#accepted.

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wannab-urs · 5 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 26

Howdy!

I am still on soft hiatus, but I think I've read enough over the last few weeks to do one of these. Apologies if I read your fic and it's not on here, I had to kind of dig around to find what I read since I wasn't keeping track.

I have 16 fics for you this week. I'm just pasting in the author provided summary and warnings instead of my usual nonsense bc I still don't have the mental capacity to do that.

As always you can find all of my fic recs here and feel free to tag me in your fics and I'll add them to my tbr!

Recs below the Pedro (a drawing of Pedro as Reed Richards by justralphy on instagram)

The Clink a Javi P one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Prison Guard Javi Tags: DUBCON due to power imbalance (reader is an inmate and cannot legally consent), oral sex m!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie

The Sweepstakes a series of one shots by @katareyoudrilling

Summary: A collection of standalone one-shots featuring various Pedro boys. A popular porn site runs a contest for viewers to win a night with their favorite porn star. Tags: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving), kink negotiation, some choking and breath play

A Very Furby Christmas a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Summary: it’s christmas eve 1998 and joel miller thinks everything is perfect. well, until his brother admits he didn’t get sarah the one present she wanted - the furby. now, joel has to go out on christmas eve to find the year’s hottest toy that’s been sold out for months. turns out, you’re on the same mission. and you’ve both found the last furby in town. Tags: pre-outbreak, no use of y/n, holiday/christmas fic, the last toy trope, no smut, age gap - not explicitly specified but joel is 31 and reader is mid-20s, the great miller gingerbread construction competition, operation get sarah miller a furby, some kissing.

To Touch Darkness a Din one shot by @djarincore

Summary: Din becomes possessed by the darksaber, forcing all of his darkest fears and deepest desires to manifest in a way that threatens to consume you. Tags: dark, dubcon, biting, blood, oral (m/f receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, possessive behavior, name calling, dirty talk, breeding kink, breath play, degradation, unprotected PIV, manhandling, mainly smut

All Mouth a Max Phillips one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist! Tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

Sated a Joel one shot by @softlyspector

Summary: Joel just wants you to eat well Tags: love as being consumed, blood drinking, smut from start to finish (piv, f!receiving oral, fingering), Joel's praise kink, talk of eating, consuming, drinking, hunger, etc, vampires you get it.

When My Time Comes Around a Joel series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: You’ve spent much of the time since the outbreak began alone and isolated. Until, one day, you come upon a man dying in the snow. You save his life and in return, he saves yours. Tags: canon divergence, detailed canon typical violence, detailed descriptions of blood and injuries and wound care, major character death, child loss, grief, suicidal ideation, THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING but it will take a while to get there, ANGST, major angst and this is going to be VERY SAD for a while and I am sorry about making you sad kinda

Uncut a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: You give Din his first blowjob and he’s insecure about a little secret he’s been keeping. Tags: no physical description used for Reader, porn with little plot, uncircumcised!Din, shy!Din, oral sex (M receiving), body worship, pet names (baby for Din, cyar’ika for you), cum eating, no use of y/n

The Watch a Joel one shot by @justagalwhowrites

Summary: You try to do something kind for Joel but things backfire in a way you never expected. Tags: SMUT! Canon-typical violence. I did almost no proofing on this so... ya know. Basically no age-gap, reader is 3 years younger than Joel. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

The Checklist a Joel series by @thetriumphantpanda

Summary: Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you're into, things you haven't asked for from him, you're surprised when he offers to help you tick them off. This is basically just a kink fest. Tags: Explicit smut, oral sex, established relationship, orgasm denial, breath play, rough sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, temperature play, free use, bondage, anal play, porn without much plot. Please see individual chapters for additional warnings. No Outbreak AU. No use of Y/N.

Sexfiles.mp3 a Tim Rockford one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: You’re a true crime podcaster and you land the interview of your dreams with Detective Tim Rockford. What will happen when you two are alone in the studio after the interview is done? Tags: F!Reader, uneven power dynamic (Tim is a guest on Reader’s show) pet names, oral sex (M and F receiving), semi public sex (I think), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, drinking, no use of y/n

Lover, Be Sweet a Marcus Pike series by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: the beautiful evolution of your relationship with fairfax county's newest and cutest resident. Tags: social isolation, touch starvation, alcohol, themes of alienation, allusions to failed relationships, self doubt, light angst, fluff, anxiety, smut

Just a Taste a Joel one shot by @covetyou

Summary: Joel helps you clean up a mess. Tags: daddy kink, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, one single pussy slap, rimming if you squint, pet names (baby, sweetheart), dd/lg vibes, established relationship, mention of original male character.

Crawling Back to You a Dieter one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: Have you no idea that you're in deep? (it's incubus!Dieter, friends) Tags: religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

New in Town a Joel series by @justagalwhowrites

Summary: When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type. Tags: Contractor Joel, No outbreak, Joel is reader's best friend's dad, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, protected sex, Age Gap

Point A to Point B a Din series by tothestrongones (AO3)

Summary: Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. Absolutely no problems whatsoever. Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Praise Kink, Sexual Tension, Amnesia, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Smut, Mutual Pining, Peril, Violence, Flashbacks, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon Divergence, Mando is Very Religious

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I'm very happy to tentatively be back in this space. i missed you guys a lot. I'm kind of reworking how I do things here - not putting so much pressure on myself to put things out and be present and read every single thing I can. I have a life and it's a busy one and I can't spend all my time here (unfortunately) but that doesn't mean I have to leave completely. I'll still do these... weekly-ish. Love y'all

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Happy Reading!

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