#wendy's requests🌊

[nanamincreampie]

I love how you write Toji. Could I request an instance where y/n starts showing really clearly. Like she’s hitting the five month mark and Toji’s been so into work lately he hasn’t been home and when he is home he hasn’t taken time to really look at y/n and it’s then that he realizes how sexy she looks all curvy and round with his child. It stirs something primal in him and he makes it up to her for working so much all the time and he tells her how sweet she is for carrying his baby as he makes love to her. I just ahhh I think it’d be is sensual

HERE YOU GO HONEY 💗

Toji Fushiguro x black fem reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breeding kink, pussy eating, nipple play ( kinda??)

Five months

The small but noticeable curve of your belly was impossible to hide now, no matter how much you tried to keep it hidden beneath your clothes. It had been a long few weeks and  Toji had been buried in work, leaving early and coming home late, his mind constantly elsewhere. You’d gotten used to it, but there was always a part of you that felt the absence of his attention. The absence of his touch.

Tonight, though, it was different. Toji had just returned home after a long day, his dark hair messy, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the chiseled chest you couldn’t help but admire every time he walked past. You’d been in the kitchen, preparing dinner when you heard the sound of the door opening. Your body instinctively straightened up, a quiet smile tugging at your lips as you felt the warmth of his presence.

He stepped inside, the exhaustion on his face briefly softening when his eyes found you. But it was different tonight. His gaze dropped lower than usual, and for the first time in weeks, he really looked at you.

Your curves, fuller now with the baby growing inside you, were impossible to miss. The roundness of your belly, his baby,made you feel more beautiful than ever, but you hadn’t noticed the way it seemed to stir something in Toji. You wore a soft, fitted dress that hugged your body in all the right places, the fabric stretching gently over your stomach.

"Baby," Toji muttered softly as his gaze lingered on you, his voice rougher than normal, like he had something to say but couldn't quite find the words. He blinked a few times, as if coming out of a daze. "You’re... glowing." His eyes roamed, appreciating the fullness of your hips, the curve of your ass beneath the dress. But it was your belly that seemed to hold his gaze, his hand reaching instinctively toward it.

You chuckled softly, a little shy but warmed by his attention. “I’ve got the pregnancy glow, huh?” you teased, rubbing your belly lightly as if you could calm the nerves that bubbled inside you.

His hand hovered over your stomach for a moment before gently pressing against it, feeling the firmness of your growing bump. "No," he said, his voice almost low, like a promise. "It’s more than that. You look... fuckin' sexy."

The words hit you in a way that made your heart race. The way his eyes drank you in, like he was seeing you for the first time in a long while, made your body tingle, the air between you thickening with the unspoken things he wanted to say. He had always made you feel desired, but tonight, he was looking at you differently. Like you were something he couldn’t resist.

Toji stepped closer, his fingers brushing your stomach, making sure to be gentle with you, though his gaze never left your face. "I’ve been so caught up in work lately," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "But damn, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you lookin’ like this. Missed you looking all... sexy and full of life."

Your breath hitched as he took a step closer, his chest almost pressed against yours. His hand slid down your arm, tracing the lines of your body, feeling the softness of your skin, the curves that had always been there but were now accentuated by the baby growing inside you. His thumb brushed over your lips, and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

"You’re so fuckin' sweet, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t deserve you. But I’m gonna make it up to you. Tonight, I’m gonna remind you just how much you mean to me, how beautiful you are."

Before you could respond, Toji's lips were on yours soft but hungry, like he couldn’t wait any longer. His kiss was deep, passionate, but there was something tender about it too, as if he was savoring the moment, savoring you. The kiss deepened, his hands sliding up your sides, brushing over your now sensitive breasts before trailing back down to your waist, finding the curve of your hips and pulling you closer.

"You've been so patient with me," he murmured against your lips. "So damn patient while I’ve been a fucking idiot, but I won’t take you for granted anymore." His hands moved lower, gently massaging the fullness of your belly, his thumbs pressing lightly against your skin. "You’re carrying our child, and you’re more beautiful to me now than you’ve ever been."

You felt the warmth in your chest at his words, the way he spoke so reverently about you, about the life inside you. You had always known how much he cared for you, but now it felt like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t before like he was completely captivated by you.

Toji’s hands traveled down to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the couch. His lips never left yours, and you felt yourself melting into him, craving the connection, the way he made you feel.

He set you down gently, his hands running along the sides of your body, caressing your curves like he couldn’t get enough. “You’ve been so good to me,” Toji whispered, his voice thick with adoration. “I know I’ve been distant, but I’m gonna show you just how much I appreciate you, how much I fucking love you.”

His hands roamed over your belly again, his touch light, reverent. "You’re carrying our future. And you’re making me the happiest man alive, Y/N," he said, his voice raw, his eyes locked on yours with a sincerity that made your heart race.

Without another word, he leaned down, kissing your stomach softly before pressing his lips back to yours. His hands slid under your dress, caressing the curve of your hips, the soft swell of your thighs. As he pulled you closer, his hands roamed more eagerly, but there was always that tenderness, that respect, that made your heart flutter.

He undressed you slowly, savoring every moment, his eyes taking in every inch of you. When you were bare beneath him, he paused, his gaze lingering on your body, your full curves, your round belly. “You’re perfect,” he breathed, as if he could hardly believe it. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on either of you. Toji hovered over you, his body casting a protective shadow as he gazed down at you with admiration. His eyes softened, almost reverent, as if he were seeing you for the first time. His fingers gently traced the curves of your body, mapping the path down to your breasts.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against your skin in soft, almost reverent kisses. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and when he latched onto your nipple, his tongue circling around the sensitive nub, you gasped sharply, gripping the sheets beneath you. You could feel the heat of his mouth, the slow, teasing rhythm as he lavished attention on your breasts. His hands followed, kneading your other breast with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “Every part of you... especially like this. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His words only fueled the fire in you, making your body tremble beneath his touch.

His lips moved down, leaving a trail of heat along your abdomen, until he reached the roundness of your belly. His hands cupped the sides of it gently, as if protecting something precious. You felt his breath hitch, his arousal evident as he nipped softly at your skin, his touch both reverent and needy.

“God, baby,” Toji whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Pregnant and still so fucking beautiful. The way you’ve grown… It’s driving me crazy.” He kissed your belly once more before his hands moved lower, parting your legs to reveal the aching heat between them.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thighs, the scent of you filling his senses. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, and before you could react, his tongue traced the length of your pussy. The sensation was slow at first, teasing, his tongue swirling around your clit before he took it between his lips, sucking gently. You let out a breathless moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured you with a hunger that had only grown since your pregnancy.

Toji groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked and kissed with deliberate slowness, making you writhe beneath him. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “I want to eat you like this every day. You’re perfect… every inch of you.” His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting you closer to his mouth, his fingers gently parting your folds as his tongue worked relentlessly.

Your back arched, a strangled cry escaping your lips as he pressed his thumb against your entrance, circling in rhythm with his tongue. “Toji,fuck… Please, more...”

He pulled away for a moment, the sudden emptiness making you whimper, before he hovered over you, his hot breath against your ear. “You want more, huh?” He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. “You look so damn good, baby. So fucking wet for me, so fucking perfect with that baby inside you.”

Before you could respond, Toji pushed himself up on his knees, positioning himself between your legs. He aligned his cock with your dripping core, the thick head teasing at your entrance. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his grip on your hips tightened as he slowly sank into you, inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, and you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he buried himself fully inside you.

His thrusts were slow, deliberate, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. He groaned lowly as he pulled out and pushed back in, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing through the room.

“You’re so tight,” Toji muttered, his hands now cupping your breasts, squeezing them gently as he thrust deeper, his cock brushing against that sweet spot that made you see stars. “You feel so fucking good, baby. The way your pussy hugs me… You’ve been driving me wild with that bump. You have no idea how fucking turned on I am by you like this.”

Your breath hitched as his thrusts deepened, hitting a place that made you moan uncontrollably. “Toji, baby… you feel so good… keep going… just like that…” Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go faster, harder, until every inch of him was buried inside you, making your body tremble with each deep thrust.

He moved with more urgency, his pace quickening, the sound of his hips slapping against yours growing louder. His lips found yours in a kiss so desperate, so full of raw need, that it almost overwhelmed you. His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb expertly circling your clit, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come undone for me,” he growled against your lips, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip tightening around your body. “Tell me you want it, baby… tell me you’re mine.”

With a broken moan, you came hard, your body shuddering beneath him, and the sight of you,your pleasure unraveling in his arms pushed Toji over the edge. He groaned your name as he spilled inside you, his body shuddering as he collapsed beside you. His hand rested on your belly, his voice a soft, breathless whisper.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “And I’m gonna take care of you. Always.”

You smiled softly, your hand resting over his. “I know, Toji. I know.” And in that moment, as he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head, you felt it an undeniable connection. You were his, and he was yours.

Forever

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hiiii 😍😍😍😍 I'm so glad you like writing like this 😁 can I please request -

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚

🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

Thank you❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

HI EL!

Ravi is posted, as you know. So I am adding one extra emoji to the rest as compensation.

So in that case...

30 for 🌊:

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“Have you forgotten about the part where you’re taking my sister and niece to safety?” Buck reminds him. 

Ah, so he does admit they aren’t currently very safe. 

“No, I remember. So I guess I’ll have to drive them to the station, then come back. Which puts me in an extra crap situation, mind you.”

Buck scoffs. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Eddie agrees. 

“And if I don’t let you inside?”

“Guess I’ll hope the ambulance is sturdy enough to wait on your street.” 

Buck sighs. And Eddie thinks he can see, in the other man’s eyes, the moment he chooses to surrender. 

“Come with me, Buck,” Eddie begs a final time. He steps towards him and takes his hands into his own. “We’ll check on the bar as soon as it’s safe. I promise.”

“Okay,” Buck whispers. “Okay, Eddie.”

🌊🌊🌊

The drive back to the station is blustery to say the least. Highly dangerous and a little bit stupid to be more exact. Eddie can hear Genevieve frightened and crying to her mother in the back, and feels terrible. But they make it safely back to the station, where there is power, beds, and blankets. 

“You’re sort of insane,” Wendy observes. 

“More or less,” Eddie admits. 

“Hope he’s worth it.” She adds.

“He definitely is.”

He sets them up in a private bunk area. No one raises a word of complaint.

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21 for ⚡️:

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Buck can see why this was a jarring way to start the morning. Ravi and Sadie aren’t even out of the locker room yet. It’s just Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim.

“When did you decide this?” Bobby asks.

“When he drunkenly suggested he wants to get married after Maddie and Chim’s wedding,” Buck says.

“You’re welcome for the inspiration, pal.” Chim tips his mug of coffee towards Buck. 

“Have you told Maddie?” Hen asks.

“No.” Buck admits. “Soon. Carefully waiting for chances to talk to people about it away from him.”

“Well, congratulations,” Bobby smiles. “This is great news, Buck.”

Buck scans their faces. 

“No one has any criticism?” He asks carefully.

“No,” Chim says. “This will make Eddie my brother-in-law, and I am working on collecting all of you via legal relations.”

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33 for 🚨:

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��For example, to the aforementioned boyfriend question, the answer is yes. As to its natural follow up question, who do they tell, they come to a few conclusions. Christopher, yes. Immediately. They can’t do this and live under the same roof and not tell Christopher. Maddie, yes. Asking her to keep it from Chim for just a little while longer. The rest of the team, not yet. They want to hold off for a bit longer.

“Not because I’m not sure!” Buck makes sure to tell him. “I’m very sure.”

“But because of HR complications?” Eddie asks.

“I want to wait until I have my shield.”

Buck’s delayed shield ceremony is in the middle of March. It has been a long time coming. Eddie can see why he doesn’t want to do anything to postpone it further.

“Oh, that’s right,” Eddie grins wickedly. “You’re technically sleeping with your superior.”

Buck’s expression flattens. “You don’t have authority over me, Eddie.”

“Yes?” Eddie pantomimes lifting an invisible phone to his ear. “HR? This is Eddie. I have to report a young, hunky firefighter trying to sleep his way to the top.”

“You’re younger than me,” Buck laughs.

“Maybe focus on the hunky bit,” Eddie suggests. 

It’s these sorts of conversations that typically move from laughing to kissing to fucking. Between Buck and the station, Eddie goes over a week without sleeping in his own bed. 

Telling Christopher goes surprisingly easily. They take him out for ice cream, thinking, what harm could a small amount of bribery do? Turns out, they don’t need it.

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21 for 🩸:

SPOILERS AHEAD

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“Bobby, I-I’d never hurt her,” Buck swears. “I’d never hurt anyone without a reason. I was just trying to-to find Eddie. To make things safer for him, if-if he was still in the city.”

Eddie’s hand finds Buck’s arm. Gentle. Reassuring. Grateful. 

“I know,” Bobby says. “I didn’t. But I see that now. Buck, I… I feel like I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” Buck shakes his head. “You couldn’t have known. We promised not to tell anyone. And no offense, but Athena’s a cop, so…”

Buck chuckles softly. “Yes, believe me, it’s been an adjustment for her. But at the end of the day, there are people she will choose over her job every time.”

Her daughter. Buck understands.

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36 for 🦮:

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They end up finishing their fancy ass fish dinner on Buck’s couch. With beer instead of nice white wine. Takeout containers and plastic cutlery instead of silverware. 

Cranberry is elated to see them both, but picks up on Buck’s mood immediately. Despite the food and the presence of her most cherished Eddie, she sticks stalwart by Buck’s side. She lays across his feet as they eat, like she’s anchoring him to the earth. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” Buck says, as Eddie finds a game on the TV he wants to watch. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night or cause a scene.”

“You didn’t,” Eddie waves him off. “First off, I like being here just as much, if not better. Second, shit happens. People have hard days.”

Buck takes a deep inhale. “Yeah. I guess that’s true.”

“It’s gonna be okay, you know?” Eddie assures him. “I know it’s hard right now. But you’ll get through it.”

Buck shrugs. “Not as me, though.”

“Who else would you be?” 

“I don’t know,” Buck admits. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a firefighter. I was always searching for that answer before I landed here. Never much liked the guy I was beforehand.”

Eddie sits with this for a second. 

“Buck, I promise there’s more to life than being a firefighter-”

“Says the firefighter.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t always this, right?” Eddie says. “And… And there’s a lot I thought I’d be that I'm not, too. So… I get that, at least.”

Buck’s not sure what this means, other than maybe Shannon. He thought they’d get a life together? A second shot at a marriage? And they didn’t. 

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24 for 🔮:

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Mindlessly, not thinking about how creepy he must look standing in the middle of the street staring at this UHaul, Bobby takes a few steps so he can see past the van, to the front porch of the lovely two-story home behind it. He sees two people sitting on the porch. A brunette young woman, and a fair-haired teen. A young teen. Maybe thirteen or fourteen at most. A strange feeling settles in Bobby’s stomach. 

This is too ridiculous, right? The name Maddie and the exact same sibling archetype means nothing. If these two even are siblings. Lots of girls are named Maddie. Lots of them have teenage brothers and… And he’s sure lots of them wear an abundance of brightly colored, layered tank tops like… Like it’s the early 2000s. 

Bobby looks at the man in the car. He’s wearing a chunky digital watch. He’s looking at a… At a slide phone. 

What the hell sort of Heaven is this? The early 2000s? Really? If he’s going to be transported back in time, why not to his family? Why…

Wait.

Bobby looks at the teenager again. Really looks.

[ethereal-maia]

CONGRATS ON 100 OMG!!! <333

could i please request amelie and wendy? and no pressure, feel free to take your time!! :))

thank you!!! ofc ofc here they are!

^^^ heavily influenced by your blog aesthetic!! alll the cute blue stuff I see these days reminds me of you now lol

and here’s the playlist! I hope you like it and thanks for participating in my event <3333

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request 🫀,🏉,💥, 👓, 💍, 🏛, 🧭, 🚓, 🧬, 📖, 🤱, ⏰, 🚌, 🥀, 👊, 🩹, 🌊, 🏭, ⚰️, 🦁, 🔒, ⛓ for Peter? I love the short king. He and his troupe deserve the world.

whewww this was a long one but I love it!

our babiesssssss ToT

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 3

[ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both?

Heart, full stop. While he’s definitely capable of thinking critically, he tends not to unless it’s a really heavy decision. He does overthink big decisions, so much so that his mind and feelings get too laden down. Most decisions, however, he often just reacts without using his head too much. He likes to think he’s not an emotional person; he very much is, it’s just that he conflates ‘emotional’ with ‘weepy’. His heart almost completely rules over his actions even if he doesn’t think it does.

[ 🏉 ] would you say your muse lives up to their potential? are they trying to, or could they care less?

In all reality, he probably doesn’t, and the reason is simple. Because he can’t. He’s never been given the chance to live up to the potential he has. He’s been on the streets most of his life, mistreated and misled, made fun of, lied and made to do other people’s dirty work. It’s made him stop believing he even has any potential within him, so he gave up on trying a long time ago. It’s not that he doesn’t care about his potential; it’s that the world has fed him the lie that he doesn’t have any. He’s not good for anything, so why even try? Deep inside him there’s a loyal, passionate man who could set the world in fire in the best way, but… he never had the opportunities, and he’s lost the motivation to be anything other than someone’s angry puppet.

[ 💥 ] is your muse protective of those they care for? if so, how do they show it?

Peter is insanely protective of the people he cares about. Mostly his family, also his S/O and when/if he has children. If someone fucks with the people he cares about, that person better pray God strikes them down before Peter gets his hands on them. His preferred method of keeping his precious people safe is to get physical, probably because it’s really the only way he knows to keep them safe. It’s as if his size stops mattering, and he gets easily just as vicious as any bigger man. He shoves, punches, kicks, yells, in order to get any threat away from his family. There’s almost nothing he won’t do to protect the people he loves… which is perhaps his best quality and fatal flaw all in one.

[ 👓 ] does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded?

He does his best not to judge people, for the simple fact that neither he nor his family would have suffered if other people hadn’t judged them. Who is he to look at someone else and assume he knows anything about them? Even if someone looks or seems strange to him, at most he’ll make what he thinks is a casual comment. Otherwise, who cares? Except… he doesn’t trust. His biggest thing is assuming that everyone else is out to get him and his family, everyone looking out for themselves, and whether he thinks it does or not, that judgment absolutely colors his opinions of and behavior toward other people.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have trouble committing to others? are they comfortable being this way, or would they prefer to be different?

Commitment issues is one way to put it, certainly. Whether it’s committing to friends or lovers, he struggles to form long-term relationships. Sometimes people are insulting and degrading or think he’s ‘too close’ with Wendy, so he has reason to push them away. But sometimes it’s his own mind telling him to run, so it’s… difficult not to listen, when his life has been so challenging thus far. He knows it hurts people, and more importantly it hurts people who he might care about. So it’s not as if he likes being this way. It’s the way he’s lived so far, so it’s not that it isn’t comfortable; it fits him the way a broken-in, falling-apart pair of shoes fits. He knows it isn’t a good way to live, he just… doesn’t know how to go about things any other way.

[ 🏛 ] does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?

In the quest to keep things for as long as possible before buying anything entirely new, Peter’s actually become quite good at sewing. There’s no spare money for a machine, obviously, so he does it by hand, and that’s how he prefers it. For whatever reason, he finds sewing to be relaxing, the repetitive motions letting his body almost go on autopilot. Even though it’s technically more work after a long day, he enjoys sewing and mending things. However, he’s also a bit insecure about it, thinking that people already don’t look at him as a ‘real man’, so he doesn’t want anything adding fuel to that fire. That is, unfortunately, a byproduct of the time with people considering sewing ‘women’s work’. (He’s a little like Charles Grey in this respect, not wanting to be viewed as feminine.) So except for his sister and possibly his S/O, he keeps this hobby to himself. Funnily enough, if something needs mending, Wendy takes it, and everyone is convinced that she’s the one doing the sewing, when in reality Peter refuses to let her touch anything that needs mending. He’s not about to have to redo all her sloppy stitches so they actually hold worth a damn!!

[ 🧭 ] does your muse consider themselves a good person? why or why not?

Absolutely not. Much as he wants to be, he truly doesn’t think that he’s anything other than bad. And there are a million reasons why. The most obvious is that he and his family follow the Baron’s orders, which are incredibly unsavory ― putting other people, children, in what is undeniably danger, for the selfish hope that the rest of their own family will be saved? He thinks that’s monstrous and he hates himself for it, and he knows the others do too. The other big reason is his temper. Someone who’s constantly angry, walking around the world and snapping biting remarks at people who might not always deserve it, doesn’t sound like a good person to him. He’s almost stopped thinking of himself as a person in general at this point. His self-image is that of a horrible, miserable, bitter little creature who’s simply waiting to die.

[ 🚓 ] has your muse ever been arrested? if so, what for?

If not outright arrested, he’s done “a night in the cells” many times whilst on the streets. Not so much nowadays in the circus, but in his youth? He could easily spend a night in a prison cell once every couple of weeks, sitting there overnight and released in the morning. Three guesses as to what he was put in for. The local law enforcement knew him by name, especially before he and Wendy met up with the rest of the troupe. Peter would get into a fight with another man, be rounded up for (depending on the officer) “public nuisance/disturbing the peace” or “bodily harm to another individual”, and stew in his anger overnight. Then, Wendy would come collect her brother in the morning and he’d apologize to the officers. … And so went the vicious cycle until the group he’d come to call family banded together. (Of course, even after that, he would still get thrown in a jail cell overnight, but much less frequently.)

[ 🧬 ] how important is family to your muse?

It’s the most important thing. Not even a question, his family is above literally everything else and he doesn’t know how anyone couldn’t feel that way. He’d include his S/O in his family as well, for the fact that he defines family as the people he has who stick with him, who don’t just care about themselves. Save Wendy, the other troupe members aren’t related to him by blood, and he still thinks of them as family. He would do anything for his family, any terrible act he had to commit (with a couple of exceptions), any sacrifice he had to make, he’d do it. You threaten his family? Give your heart to God, because your ass is Peter’s, and he will kick it thoroughly. He would go so far as to die for his family, and he’s consistently shocked that not everyone feels that way.

[ 📖 ] does your muse keep a diary or journal? what do they, or would they, write in a journal?

He doesn’t. The most glaring reason why, aside from it being a waste of money to buy a bunch of paper, is that he can’t really read or write. He knows just enough to be able to read and write his name and Wendy’s, and possibly the other first-stringers’. He can speak beautifully (if with an accent that some find ‘unintelligent and uncouth’), but the written word almost completely escapes him. He can’t form letters and string them together to create words and sentences, so there’s no point in him trying to keep a journal. If he could read and write better, he probably still wouldn’t write in one. He views his life as a rut, so he thinks his journal would be a lot of the same or similar entries. Why bother writing that shit down? It happens every day, and it would be boring to read, and it would just make him angry to look at.

[ 🤱 ] does your muse want to have children? why or why not?

He… does, and doesn’t. To him it’s the same as a dream of becoming a retainer for the Queen ― that is, probably technically possible, except that it’s so unlikely to happen, one is better off keeping it in a fantasy. It’s a far-off dream that he doesn’t think it’s ever going to happen. If he met someone, and he suddenly had the means to take care of children… God, he would without a doubt want that. His biggest fear is that whatever condition he happens to have, any child he would father would inherit it. And while he knows there’s nothing wrong with him in the sense that he deserves to exist just as he is, he’s suffered. He wouldn’t want to bring a child into the world, who’s just like him, who would suffer the same ways he has. What would be the point, bringing a life into the world just to hurt? Some part of him still clings to that dream, though, still wants it, because… well… he is obviously very capable of love. He knows he could love a child, he can see himself raising a little one, and as long as he could be sure he’d be able to provide for them, he’d do anything for them.

[ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present?

Most of the time, he tends to just focus on the present. While he does have moments where the demons of the past haunt him, or he gets caught up in dreams of a future, he stays quite grounded, surprisingly. To him, the past has already happened, so there’s no changing it, which means he shouldn’t dwell on it too much. And the future doesn’t even exist yet, so all he can do is plan for it, not let worry sink its teeth into him about things that haven’t come to pass. He’s oddly reasonable about this part of life. What would it help, obsessing over the past or tying his mind into knots about the future? If he concentrates on what’s going on here and now, he thinks he’ll do fine.

[ 🚌 ] what haunts your muse? is there any event in your muse’s past that they can’t move past?

Speaking of the past not haunting him too much, there are only a few things that crop up and torment him. They’re not even specific events as much as they are general things, like the way the rest of society has treated him and his family. He can’t seem to move past it, and is stuck thinking that everyone looks at him the way people looked at him and his family while they were on the streets. There are times that he’s internalized it all so much, the memories grab him by the throat and won’t let go. Although it doesn’t happen often, when it does… it’s not pretty.

[ 🥀 ] what are your muse’s standards for a romantic partner? are they realistic? why do they have these standards?

Honestly, he likes to think he has pretty low fucking standards. Just be a kind, decent person with some semblance of a spine, and he won’t have a problem being in a relationship with someone like that. He has a few boundaries, a few behaviors that rub him the wrong way which are deal-breakers, but overall his standard is Don’t be an arse, don’t be a doormat. Any romantic partner he has also can’t poke too many jokes at his size. A couple, once in a while, perhaps a small string of them to tease occasionally? Fine. He makes jokes at his own expense too sometimes. Every day, and/or keep coming back to it as if it’s the only thing that’s funny? Nope, they need to have a talk. His reasons are pretty simple; he can’t deal with people who just roll over and let people walk on them, because that’s a good indicator that they won’t stand up when it counts. However, people who are too abrasive and not kind grate on his nerves, because he’s lived through too much of that crap already. As far as the short jokes go, he’s heard them all a million times, so he can laugh at one or two on occasion… too many, all the time, reminds him of being on the streets, and it makes him feel like he’s just there for his partner to make fun of. He’s actually pretty reasonable with his standards for a romance.

[ 👊 ] does your muse favour nonviolence? will they be violent if needed? do they revel in violence?

Hahahahaha… ah, well, no. Peter isn’t a pacifist by any means of the word. He isn’t necessarily trying to avoid violence in general, although he won’t get violent if he doesn’t think the situation calls for it. He also gives quite a few warning signs of anger before he starts to get violent, sort of like the way a cat will hiss at you to back off several times and only scratching or biting if you don’t. He will for sure be violent if he needs to be, because it apparently comes easier to him than to some of the rest of his family. He doesn’t exactly revel in violence… it’s not as if he feels like he’s only alive while fighting or that his sole purpose is to throw punches. It does feel like a good stress reliever if he reaches the point where it needs doing, so unless he hurts someone he cares about, he usually won’t feel any kind of guilt toward getting a bit violent.

[ 🩹 ] does your muse prefer to keep the peace or rock the boat? are they a mediator, or do they tend to make others upset?

Ahhhh… he doesn’t really keep the peace very well, though it isn’t as if he’s trying to rock the boat. He prefers it when things are as quiet and drama-free as possible ― it just hasn’t been his experience that such a thing is the norm. So he’s always got his hackles raised, ready for things to turn sour in an instant. It seems like just his mere presence can make others upset sometimes… mainly because the man doesn’t know when to shut his damn mouth if a comment isn’t necessary or kind, even if it happens to be true. He doesn’t typically mean to upset people, it just sort of happens as a natural consequence of him having no fucks left to give. He probably couldn’t mediate a conflict to save his life.

[ 🌊 ] does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

Cynophobia ― fear of dogs. In general, this only applies to large and/or aggressive dogs, although sometimes it hits him even with small and/or friendly dogs. When he and Wendy were on the streets and younger, before they met the rest of the troupe, someone coming out of a shoppe had a dog with them. The dog decided that Wendy was in its way, for some reason, and barked at her over and over and over. Because they were so small and the dog was rather big, both siblings were afraid that they were going to be hurt. (The dog may not have been aggressive, but it was reactive, and a dog barking incessantly that’s bigger than a person is usually going to be scary.) Peter ran in front of Wendy to protect her, which resulted in the dog barking in his face instead. And the dog’s owner just laughed, before finally walking off with their dog. Although Peter can be relaxed around many dogs now, as long as they don’t bark or growl a lot, there are definitely times this fear gets the better of him. He’s just fine around other animals, it’s dogs specifically which hit his brain’s panic button.

[ 🏭 ] is your muse happy with their job or career path? why or why not?

Depends. Is he happy with his job/career dancing to the Baron’s puppet strings? Fuck no. He’d rather be doing anything else. Is he happy being a trapeze artist and performing for an audience? … Actually, he’d be perfectly content if he got to do just that and it would be his full job. He and Wendy are a great team; the trapeze is quite a nice act; the circus isn’t actually a terrible place to work. He puts as much work as he possibly can into performances, and moving on the trapeze doing various gymnastic stunts is something he genuinely enjoys. It really does feel like flying, like all the cares he has can’t even touch him. No one can say he isn’t dedicated, and it seems like the audiences actually like watching him. Best of all, he gets to perform with Wendy. If he could do the trapeze performances for the rest of his life, if they could drop their connections with the Baron yesterday, Peter would probably be just fine with that.

[ ⚰️ ] does your muse believe in an afterlife? if so, what do they believe the afterlife would look like?

He does, as do most people in Victorian England, believe in heaven and hell. (And possibly a purgatory/limbo.) As far as he thinks, heaven is paradise and hell is… well… hell. Heaven is white clouds and angels and everything being wonderful. Hell is dark fire and devils and everything being terrible. Heaven is where people should want to go, and hell is where people shouldn’t want to end up. Peter is convinced he’s going to hell when he dies, although he definitely would be relieved (if confused) should he wind up in heaven.

[ 🦁 ] is your muse cowardly, or courageous? what would it take for them to act heroically or selflessly?

Cowardly in the sense that he feels like he doesn’t have choices or options, so he goes along with what seems to be the easiest one that will allow him and his family to be taken care of. Notably he doesn’t fight back against what the Baron wants, because the Baron is making sure Peter and his family are taken care of, promising them things that are in their best interest. Even though he knows it isn’t right, this is what he needs to do to preserve his family. So he does it instead of, say, punching “Father’s” lights out like Peter knows the bastard deserves. He feels like he’s selfish and a coward for always taking the easy way and doing things which are in his and his family’s best interest rather than caring about anyone else. It would take his family (S/O included) being threatened for him to show what he thinks of as any kind of real courage. If the Baron was about to hurt or, God forbid, kill one of his family, that’s what snaps Peter out of his cowardice and would be the catalyst for him rallying for what’s right for once in his fucking life.

[ 🔒 ] what are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives? (ex. if a muse is aggressive, they may have trouble forming lasting friendships.)

His worst trait is his temper, his anger. It seems like he’s angry all the time, because he’s using his anger to cover up all the pain he’s ever felt. He’s in pain constantly, whether that means physical pain or emotional/mental pain from the miserable life he’s been put through so far. His temper is something he tries to rein in; he lets people push his buttons three or four times before he explodes on them, in an effort to control himself. However, when he does finally explode, it’s disproportionate to whatever upset him, as if he’s starting with a higher base level of anger than everyone else. Which is probably the truth. He’s quick to react when he’s already stressed, and that means he has trouble keeping relationships. Nobody wants to be friends with a man who snaps at them over seemingly nothing, and nobody wants to be a long-term lover with a man who’s come close to shoving or hitting his family if they manage to hit a particularly sensitive button of his. That anger broiling inside him is also eating him away, too, becoming his most definable trait. He finds it harder and harder to be happy, harder and harder not to explode the first time his buttons are pressed. It’s as if his rage is slowly replacing his whole being, and unless he does something to deal with it, eventually there will be no Peter left — just the anger where a man once was.

[ ⛓ ] has your muse ever felt trapped? by what?

He’s always felt trapped, by one thing or another. Trapped by the circumstances that left him and Wendy orphans. Trapped by the lack of money and opportunities that bound them to the streets. Trapped by the Baron and his sinister intentions, which have led him into a life he never wanted. They’re all trapped, aren’t they? Him and his entire family, they’ve always been. There was never any getting out of their situations unless someone helped them. No one did. They’ve all tried so hard to be good and it’s all for nothing. His entire life, his work and the routine and everything he does, it just one big rut that he’s never going to get out of. No matter which way he goes, it’s all the same. No doors to a better life, no spots of hope, nothing except more of the same. All he really wants some days is to be free of the invisible shackles he walks around with, but he knows it’s never going to happen. He’s going to be trapped until he dies, and things don’t look good even for his ghost.

[jewbeloved]

South Park Masterlist 4.0 🌸

Blog Introduction/Request Rules

🌈 The Main Four ☔

💙 Stan Marsh 🌊

Stan with a maid s/o

Stan angst alphabet

Neko Stan with his s/o (Art Photo)

Stan with an outgoing male s/o

Stan with an older s/o

Pink eye situation with Stan

Stan going on a vacation with his male s/o

Stan with a cosplayer s/o

Stan playing Dark Deception with his s/o

Stan with a red panda s/o

Stan's reaction to his s/o killing someone

Stan with a motherly s/o

3...2...1... APPEAL! (Stan style Art Photo)

Stan visiting the hot springs with his s/o

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎋

Kyle with a maid s/o

Neko Kyle with his s/o (Art Photo)

Kyle with an outgoing male s/o

Kyle being protected from Cartman by his s/o

Kyle with an older s/o

Pink eye situation with Kyle

Kyle going on a vacation with his male s/o

Kyle with a cosplayer s/o

Kyle playing Dark Deception with his s/o

Kyle with a red panda s/o

3...2...1... APPEAL (Kyle style Art Photo)

Kyle with a s/o who likes metal music

Kyle's reaction to you killing someone

Kyle with a motherly s/o

Kyle with a Mikan s/o

Kyle with a s/o who is Eric's twin sister

Kyle visiting the hot springs with his s/o

❤️ Eric Cartman 🤡

Cartman with a maid s/o

Cartman with an outgoing male s/o

Cartman with an older s/o

Pink eye situation with Cartman

Cartman going on a vacation with his male s/o

Cartman with a cosplayer s/o

Cartman playing Dark Deception with his s/o

Cartman with a red panda s/o

Cartman with a s/o who likes metal music

Cartman with a s/o who can tame him

Cartman visiting the hot springs with his s/o

🧡 Kenny Mccormick ⭐

Kenny with a maid s/o

Kenny with an outgoing male s/o

Kenny with an older s/o

Pink eye situation with Kenny

Kenny going on a vacation with his male s/o

Kenny with a cosplayer s/o

Kenny playing Dark Deception with his s/o

Kenny with a red panda s/o

Kenny's reaction to you killing someone

Under the mistletoe with Kenny (Art Photo)

Kenny visiting the hot springs with his s/o

🥝 Craig and those guys 🌰

💙 Craig Tucker 🌼

Craig having a sleepover with his s/o

Craig's reaction to his male s/o new appearance

Craig with a male s/o who likes to tease him

Craig with a Mikan s/o

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🍍

Jimmy having a sleepover with his s/o

Jimmy's reaction to his male s/o new appearance

Jimmy with a male s/o who likes to tease him

❤️‍🩹 Clyde Donovan 🏵️

Clyde having a sleepover with his s/o

Clyde's reaction to his male s/o new appearance

Clyde with a male s/o who likes to tease him

💜 Token Black 📚

Token having a sleepover with his s/o

Token's reaction to his male s/o new appearance

Token with a male s/o who likes to tease him

💛 Tweek Tweak 🥞

Tweek having a sleepover with his s/o

Tweek's reaction to his male s/o new appearance

Tweek with a male s/o who likes to tease him

Tweek with a Mikan s/o

🏆 Other Characters 🎩

💛 Leopold Butters Scotch 🍋

Butters with an outgoing male s/o

Butters going on a vacation with his male s/o

Butters with a s/o who likes metal music

Butters reaction to you killing someone

Butters with a Mikan s/o

Butters visiting the hot springs with his s/o

💓 Wendy Testaburger 🌺

Wendy with a rejected male s/o

Wendy with a sensitive s/o

💛 Phillip Pirrup 🤕

❤️‍🔥 Damien Thorn 🥩

🧡 Timmy Burch 🪑

💚 Heidi Turner 🍫

Heidi snuggling with her s/o (Art Photo)

💛 Bebe Stevens 🩸

[moa-engene-atiny]

MOODBOARD MASTERLIST PART 2

part 1

* = request # = jo's favorites

enhypen

jungwon

🍵 my muse 🪷 #

🌱 im addicted to you 🛁 #

🎠 which is my true reflection? ♟

jay

💿 2 cool 4 u 🕶 #

ateez

hongjoong

🦌 dreams of fairies and whimsy🌲

yeosang

🫖 do what makes you feel cozy 🕯*

le sserafim

sakura

🌸 we got so much love / blooming flowers within each other 💘 *

itzy

lia

🩱 wet wild 'n free 🐚

🎢 can't get off this bad roller coaster ride 🌊

yuna

🪸 we were mer-made for eachother, my love 🌊

oneus

ravn

🚨 i warned you not to fall in love 💙 *

keonhee

☕️ do you remember our first date? 🌹 *#

📖 lets just laze around today 🧸 *

🖤 this feeling is a first i can't express it with words / i need you by my side 🎤 *#

onewe

dongmyeong

🐈‍⬛ sweeter than sugar and cute as a kitten 🐈 *

red velvet

wendy

💙 "Blue is the color of the clear sky and the deep sea." 💙 #

yeri

🧼 self care 📖 *

ive

wonyoung

💘 funny how all dreams come true 🦋 #

a.c.e

jun

🌼 best friends forever ☁️ *

donghun

📷 the best friends take the worst pictures 🌿 *

æspa

⌨️ hacker? more like hack-HER 🎰 *

monsta x

hyungwon

🌱 grass-stained kisses 🖤 *

xdinary heroes

jooyeon

📱 wow... you're really cool 🖤*

hur hyunjun (ex-the boyz)

🕶 you cant afford me 🧀 #

lee chaeyeon (ex-iz*one)

☀️ our friendship shines brighter than the sun ☁️ *

[nanamincreampie]

Hola ! I read your post about your holiday requests (^_^;)

I'm craving some Yuji. Hmm, maybe something along the lines of Yuuji being Y/Ns boxing instructor/personal trainor ?

Maybe he invites her to one of his matches (　・ω・)

(Fluffyyy/Angsty??)

TIA ♡

YOU ASKED AND I DELIEVER!!!!!✨💗

p.s.: Yuji is aged up in this story

Yuji’s gym had always felt like a second home, even if the endless drills sometimes made you question why you signed up in the first place. But the charm of the place wasn’t the equipment or even the progress you’d made, it was Yuji, your personal trainer and boxing instructor.

Yuji was a whirlwind of energy, all pink hair and boyish smiles. He had this knack for making even the toughest workouts enjoyable. Whether he was cracking jokes or hyping you up mid-jab, he always found a way to keep you motivated. And, okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. Who wouldn’t? The guy was all sunshine and muscles, with a personality that could melt anyone’s defenses.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s finish strong!” he called, holding up the mitts. “Jab, cross, hook! You got this!”

You wiped a bead of sweat from your temple, your matching workout set snug against your curves. His compliments on your coordination were constant, but you could never tell if they were just part of his job or something... more. As you finished the set, Yuji grinned, lowering the mitts.

“See? Told you you’re getting better. Your punches have way more power now!”

You laughed, catching your breath. “All thanks to my instructor, I guess.”

His eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than usual, his expression softening. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said, adjusting the strap of your sports bra.

Yuji scratched the back of his head, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “So, there’s this fundraiser match happening next week. It’s for a good cause helping to raise money for kids’ sports programs. I’m fighting in it, and I was wondering if you’d wanna come? You don’t have to if it’s not your thing, but—”

“I’d love to!” you blurted out, surprising both of you. “I mean, yeah, that sounds great. I’ve never been to a boxing match before.”

His face lit up, and he flashed that signature megawatt grin. “Really? That’s awesome! I think you’ll like it. It’s... different from our sessions, though. A lot more intense.”

You nodded, already feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. “Well, I’ll get to see you in action. Should be fun.”

“It will be,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “I’m glad you’re coming, Y/N.”

The night of the match, the gym was transformed into a buzzing arena. You sat in the front row, feeling both out of place and oddly thrilled. Yuji had made sure to reserve you a good seat, and from this vantage point, you could see the entire ring. The air was electric with anticipation, the sound of gloves hitting heavy bags in the distance adding to the energy.

When Yuji stepped into the ring, you almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was the playful instructor who laughed at his own jokes; in his place stood someone serious, focused, and entirely in his element. His toned body gleamed under the lights, his muscles taut as he bounced on his feet. The sight made your breath catch. This wasn’t the Yuji who teased you during cooldown stretches this was someone commanding, powerful, and absolutely mesmerizing.

As the fight began, you found yourself leaning forward, gripping the edge of your seat. Yuji was fast, his movements fluid and precise. He landed a solid punch on his opponent, and the crowd erupted in cheers. You couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in your chest.

But then his opponent countered with a blow that snapped Yuji’s head back, and your heart plummeted. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth as you watched him stagger. He quickly recovered, giving a small nod to his opponent, but the sight of him in pain made your stomach twist.

You didn’t realize you were on your feet until the person beside you gently tugged at your arm. “You okay, miss?” they asked.

You nodded quickly, though your eyes stayed glued to the ring. “Yeah, I just... I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The match continued, each second feeling like an eternity. When Yuji finally landed a winning blow, the bell rang, signaling his victory. Relief washed over you, and you clapped along with the crowd, tears of pride and worry blurring your vision.

Afterward, you waited near the locker room, your nerves still buzzing. When Yuji emerged, his gloves slung over his shoulder and a towel around his neck, he spotted you immediately. His smile was tired but genuine.

“You came!” he said, jogging over to you despite the clear fatigue in his body.

“Of course I did,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. “Yuji, are you okay? That hit looked bad.”

He laughed softly, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I’m fine, really. Just a little sore.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your hands fidgeting nervously. “But you were amazing out there. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

His eyes softened, and he stepped closer, the usual playfulness replaced with something deeper. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.”

For a moment, the chaos of the gym faded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet. Yuji hesitated, then reached out to take your hand gently. “I wasn’t just fighting for the fundraiser tonight,” he admitted, his voice low. “I wanted to impress you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. “I know I’m just your instructor, but I really like you, Y/N. I just... didn’t know how to say it before.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. “Yuji, I... I didn’t realize...”

His grin returned, though it was softer this time. “Well, now you know. So... how about dinner sometime? No boxing gloves, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. “Okay. But only if you take it easy in the ring for a while.”

“Deal,” he said, his smile bright enough to rival the lights of the arena.