𖦹* rhodes ིྀ

༻ birthday - november 28 rhodes | infp | sagittarius

[elk-teeth]

𖦹 Introduction ིྀ

˚₊➳❥ ꒰ rhodes / kaipo ꒱ 🌀 SHE/HE/IT ೃ࿔₊•

infp, verian, panromantic, nov 28th, sagittarius... mostly shitposting, sometimes writing

you can also call me roro, rody, or po!

not currently taking requests!

first post: oct 4, 2024

tiktok: @.elkteeth

airbuds: @z0mbie.apple

primary interests/hyperfixations are highlighted in blue!

☞ fandoms:

smosh, hannibal, cabaret, succession, good omens, rocky horror picture show, the amazing digital circus, repo! the genetic opera, the devils carnival, saw, texas chainsaw massacre, evil dead, doctor who, labyrinth, silent hill, scp foundation, terrifier, house of 1000 corpses

☞ music taste:

fiona apple, cocteau twins, fleetwood mac, the indigo girls, kate bush, david bowie, and one, rammstein, phantogram, the cure, siouxsie and the banshees, ohgr, skinny puppy, panic at the disco, emilie autumn, eths, watcha, massive attack, mypollux, ina-ich, system of a down, my ruin, katzenjammer kabarett, manimal, vegastar, scorch, the kanmuri, mass of the fermenting dregs, belle, emmurée, the birthday massacre, spider mountain

signing off, rhodes

xx

ps - dividers by @saradika-graphics

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[anexperimentallife]

Also applies to "AI" "artists" and "musicians."

[promptcalender]

Soft Caretaking Dialogue

“Are you okay? Come here…”

“No, no, stay down. I’ll handle it.”

“Where were you? I was worried sick.”

“I made you some soup and tea…”

“Ssh… It’s okay…”

“You’ll freeze to death in that. Come, I have a change of clothes for you.”

“You look pale. When’s the last time you ate?”

“The ground doesn’t look very comfortable. Come on, put your head in my lap.”

“You’re freezing. Take my jacket.”

“Stay down, you idiot. You’re done for the day.”

“I got you.”

“Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

“What happened to you? You’re dripping! Did you not dress for the rain?”

“I got you flowers to aid in your recovery.”

“You look good like this. All careless and comfy…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[Prompt Calender: June 7th, World Caring Day]

[smoshsfavoritepizzaplace]

Damangela drought so bad that I made my first edit of them 🙌

kinda looks like a ship edit, but not what I intended lol

unless you want it to be /jk

[hatosythinkr]

god i literally just don't even il like i can't like i don't even have words i jsut need him astronomically right now

[elk-teeth]

holy shit

[prouc]

Look at my doctor dawgggg

I’m going to die 😭😭

[elk-teeth]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YOU GAYS

[romanticpursuit]

wine and a bit of sadism. j.a.

saw this tweet and thought... wouldn't this be such a good one-shot prompt. so here is this !! wc: 1.2k... minors dni

Ovulation brings forth a different demon that is unlike you in many ways. You go out wearing revealing clothing because you feel extremely sexy – unlike when you’re in luteal and have to sheathe your eyes every time you come across a reflective surface. You make goo-goo eyes at people in a manner that almost comes off as flirtatious, even if you’re only trying to be nice. You make eye contact, and you never fail to strike up a conversation with random people. You’re also criminally horny, and with that comes a strange bit of evilness. 

You’ve been lying in bed all evening with a glass of wine, listening to the crime documentary you turned on a while ago. You were eagerly watching it a half hour ago, but now you’re growing a bit paranoid with how violent it’s getting. 

Jack picked up a day shift today, even though you wanted him home with you, and you’ve decided that instead of doing something productive, you’d rather get scared over some really shitty crimes. 

You chug the rest of your wine and reach for the remote to change the show before they enter traumatizing territory. Right as you lift the remote, the apartment door jiggles, and a groan follows two seconds later. 

Paranoia sneaks up onto your shoulders, and you say the only thing you can think of. “Jack? Is that you?” 

No one answers. There is only more shuffling and groaning. You don’t move, though. 

“Jack?” you say, louder this time. 

He steps into the room a few moments later, donned in his wrinkled scrubs and an amused smile. “Hey, darling. Is there something wrong?” 

You shake your head. “Why didn’t you answer when I first called you?” 

He shrugs. “Were you scared?” 

You roll your eyes and sink into your bed. “A little.” 

Jack steps further into the room and pulls his scrub top and undershirt over his head. “I told you to stop watching those crime documentaries. They freak you out,” he tells you. He then pulls his pants down, takes the clothing pooling around his feet, and dumps them into the hamper in the bathroom. “I don’t want you clutching onto me tonight over something you could have avoided watching.” 

“So you hate me?” you ask as he starts the shower.  

“I do not hate you,” he says, enunciating each word. 

“Right,” you reply, then turn away from him. 

He lets out a ‘humph,’ then continues to undress for his shower. You swear you can hear him say things under his breath, but you don’t pay attention. Or at least try to. 

You’re not really mad at Jack. You agree with him, really. You shouldn’t be watching shows or movies that freak you out because you end up losing sleep and getting into such a terrible mood that the weather shifts. 

Your annoyance is simply because Jack might not cuddle you tonight – a time when you’re incredibly needy and desperate for his hands touching any part of your body. It doesn’t matter if he’s sweeping hair off your shoulder or running his fingertips along your forearm for you to go to sleep. You just need him, but he might not be into it tonight.

You watch the wall as Jack showers and goes through his night routine. When the lights shut off, his bedside lamp flickers on, and his weight sinks into the mattress, you grip your sheets and lift them higher up your face. 

“Good night,” you mumble, then pretend to go to bed. 

“Are you seriously mad at me?” he asks. 

You shrug. 

Jack turns off his lamp and then scoots closer to you. One arm curves along your head, his hand resting inches away from your eyes. His other arm drapes over your side and pulls your body into his chest. 

You think about squirming your way out of his grasp, but the little devil crawling out of your ear and plopping itself on your shoulder is telling you something else… 

You scoot further into his chest and push your ass into his crotch. You grab his hand that rests on your collarbone and place it on your tits. He most certainly feels how hard your nipples are, and he massages them over your thin sleep top before moving a hand under the fabric and groping your tit. 

You breathe out a whimper and continue dragging your ass along his growing erection. 

“Feels good?” you whisper. 

He groans. “You feel so good. You smell so good…” 

“I got some new body wash and lotions. Do you like them?” 

“I fucking love them,” he whispers. He keeps pushing his concealed and very hard cock into your ass – your almost bare ass, considering your shorts are very loose and thin. Jack needs more of you, you can tell. He moves his hand that was once steady on your tit and heads for your cunt. “I want to feel you, baby. Please.” 

You grab his hand and push it off your hip. You roll onto your back and tilt your head towards the wall. “Not tonight.” 

“What?” he exclaims, his voice sounding like it’s on the verge of tears. “Please, baby. Let me touch you.” 

You pretend you’re asleep. He doesn’t fall for it until you completely twist your body around and sink your face into your pillow. 

That’s when he groans like someone trying not to throw a tantrum. 

“Whatever,” you hear him mumble. “I need to take care of this.” 

A second later, the bedsheets rustle and Jack gasps. Then he moans. 

There’s a quiet movement in the sheets you hear. Like someone is beneath them, punching them over and over again, as if they might float up and away like a hot air balloon. However, no one is there. Well, except for Jack’s hand that’s fisting his extremely hard cock. 

You don’t think he might actually be stroking himself until you hear one of his mangled moans. You heard those moans back when you first started dating and would fuck anywhere and everywhere. In bar bathrooms, in concert venue alleyways, or in the car. Jack would bite down on his lip – or yours – to stifle his moans but end up failing. They would sound lethargic, like he had just run a marathon, and it would always rile you up. 

You hear those moans over and over again as the movement beneath the sheets gets faster. 

“Fuck me,” he whispers. “My cock could be inside you right now. I could be hitting that spot you like, deep in your fucking pussy. If you had just let me.” 

You don’t say a word. You keep quiet and only clamp your legs shut, even if you’re already really wet and it’s uncomfortable keeping this position. 

“Yeah… yeah… I need to come,” you hear him mumbling. You can imagine his hand tight around his cock, pumping fast and hard, squeezing himself around the base like you usually do – something that typically pushes him over the edge. “Thinking about your pretty tits and that fucking cunt.” 

The noise of the sheets gets louder, and so do his moans. When he comes, he whines. 

You hear the snap of his boxers, then the sound of someone smacking their lips together. “All of this cum could be on your pretty little lips if you had just let me.” 

Even though listening to him fuck his fist was enjoyable, you’re left upset knowing you didn’t even get to fuck him. Maybe tomorrow night, when the evil leads you to near BDSM. 

[superhoeva]

jack abbot doing that thing where he’s shushing you even he’s the reason you’re making all that noise. like he’s got you pinned to the bed on your side, curling his body over you to keep reaching that spot. asking “what’s all the fuss about, hm?” and holding your face with fake concern while railing you to literal pleased tears.

you’re grabbing onto whatever part of him you can, tugging the freckled skin as the thick of him splits you open with rough strokes. unraveling you thrust by thrust.

“j…jack,” is all your voice can bunch out of your damp-with-sweat, bouncing figure. the rest of what you say just spills into loud, melty, fucked-out noises.

“that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he mumbles, lips against your ear. they peck a quick kiss along the shell before he grins at your loud pants—which is exactly how he wants them… wants you. loud and crying (good tears, of course) and stuffed full of him. you cry out his name again, and he just bucks into you harder. feeling a little light headed himself. “shh, baby, i know. we’ll getcha there.”

[nocontextsmosh]

[elk-teeth]

oh im going to be so annoying about this

[luna-azzurra]

Ways to describe Purple Hair!!<3

[elk-teeth]

just finished go3. holy shit. my nightingales. the nightingales oh my god oh my GOD im actually sobbing

[elk-teeth]

starting good omens 3 wish me luck

[creativepromptsforwriting]

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[esotericcherub]

BITE THE BICEP

reader makes a tiktok with jack where you bite his bicep, and it blows up.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: reader is a resident, age gap, jack and his massive biceps, biting??, kissing, teasing, secret relationship.

a/n: as a bicep lover and being jealous of everyone on tiktok who has a bicep to bite, this was born 😌

It was currently a little after eight PM and you and Jack were at your house, a very rare occurrence where Jack wasn’t working. You were laying with your head in Jack's lap scrolling mindlessly on Tiktok, Jack combing his fingers through your hair lazily while watching TV.

A video had popped up on your feed of a girl eating food off her boyfriend's bicep, the video made you stop in your tracks as an idea bloomed in your brain. You watched the video on repeat, trying to visualise yourself making a video in a similar context.

“Would you watch another video please.” Jack groaned, the music from the six second video clip playing on loop. You quickly shut your phone off and tossed it next to you, you repositioned yourself so that you were sitting on your knees.

“You’re up to something.” Jack said, narrowing his eyes at you. “What? No I’m not!” You exclaimed. “You’ve got that look on your face.” Jack said pointedly.

“Look?” You questioned, a smirk creeping up on your lips. “Exactly that!” Jack exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your lips.

“Fine,” You sighed, pulling out your phone and showing Jack the video. “Can we please recreate this.” You asked excitedly, looking up at Jack.

“Absolutely not!” Jack laughed. “Why! You won’t even be in the video, just your bicep.” You tried to reason but he was having none of it. “What if people at the hospital figure out it’s me?” Jack said.

You and Jack had been in a secret relationship for two months at this point, you both weren’t ready to let anyone know yet. You were both revelling in the peacefulness and bliss of no one intruding in on your lives, no one at work constantly whispering about the two of you.

“From your bicep?” You said incredulously, his comment making you stare at him like he had two heads. “Yes! Those people on that Tiktok app can find out anything.” Jack stated.

“You are such an old man!” You giggled. “So what if I'm not tech savvy? At least I’m safe!” Jack said, trying to get his point across to you.

“Come on! Please.” You begged, crawling up to Jack on the couch so you were near inches from his face. You were trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but nothing was convincing him.

“Nope.” Jack said, trying desperately to focus on the TV so that he wouldn’t meet your eye.

“Abbot.” You said sternly. Jack whipped his neck around to look you in the eyes again, the use of his last name coming from you making him straighten in his seat and nervously swallow.

“Fine.” Jack said, clearing his throat, your face still being locked in on a serious expression. “Yay!” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as your expression softened.

“God. I forgot how scary you were before we knew each other properly.” Jack shivered, thinking back to you being a stubborn hard faced first year resident as Jack (an attending) barked out orders, which you did not immediately obey. From then on, he knew he was a goner for you.

You shrugged your shoulders and walked towards your kitchen, pulling a can of whipped cream out of your fridge.

“Why do you have a can of whipped cream?” Jack asked as you sat next to him and shook the can. “For hot chocolate, obviously.” You said.

You were currently dressed in a little babydoll dress that Jack had gotten you as a gift for your birthday, the sight of you in it never failed to make him practically drool. You crawled onto his lap so that you could position yourself accordingly for the video.

Your dress had bunched up a little so that it was sitting around your upper thighs, your panties planted against his clothed dick making him groan out. You ignored him, deciding to make him suffer for a while longer.

“Flex,” You ordered, Jack obeying as he flexed his bicep. You squirted some cream on his arm and selected the sound you were going to use.

The music filtered out your phone as you started recording, you licked the cream off of his arm and then gently bit in his bicep muscle.

You were about to stop recording when Jack took your chin between his fingers, and moved you so that you were facing him before placing a kiss on your lips. You let out a small squeal in surprise and stopped recording.

“You didn’t have to do that end bit.” You smirked. “Figured if we are already giving them a show, why not fully commit to the bit.” Jack shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the video back.

“That was great.” You smiled. When Jack kissed you, there was nothing identifiable about him all you could see was his lips coming into frame at the end.

“They’ll love it, baby.” He smiled, Jack's attention going back to the TV.

You captioned the post “Get you an older man who’ll let you do stuff like this !” and clicked post.

You put your phone on charge and headed to bed for your shift in the morning.

“You go in before me.” You said to Jack as he parked at the hospital.

Jack had to swap shifts with Al-Hashimi so she was covering for him at night instead.

“Why do I always have to go in first?” Jack argued, huffing as he got out of the car. “Because you’re the attending, duh.” You rolled your eyes, stepping out the car and swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Fair point.” Jack nodded. “Take long strides!” You called after Jack as he started walking away, he turned around briefly and gave you a quick thumbs up.

You stood by his car for two minutes before you started moving into the hospital.

“Morning!” You smiled at Dana as you rushed past the nurses station and into the locker room to drop your stuff off. When you left the locker room, you noticed a couple of the Doctors and nurse looking at you and whispering.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” You asked Emma, huffing at the more stares you were getting than normal. “Well…” Emma trailed off and quickly pulled out her phone onto Tiktok.

Your video played and you swear your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you saw the amount of likes you had gotten, you had two hundred thousand likes in the span of ten hours. You had completely forgotten to check your phone when you woke up this morning.

“You’ve gone viral.” Emma giggled, opening up the comments and reading some to you. You covered your face in embarrassment at the boldness of some of the comments and the fact that all your co-workers had found your account!

“I didn’t think that video would amass that amount of likes and views!” You whispered. “Even the stupidest things go viral these days.” Emma shrugged.

You were pulled into an incoming trauma and temporarily forgot all about the video as you got stuck into your work. You and Jack worked around each other, the occasional graze of his arm against yours still never failing to make your skin break out in goosebumps.

Once things had settled a little, you got caught up on charting taking the computer next to Trinity and Dennis.

“So… that video huh.” Trinity smirked, breaking the silence. “Don’t you start as well!” You exclaimed. “It was hot!” Trinity said in defence.

“You’re a lesbian?” Dennis said. “I’m obviously not talking about the guy, fuckleberry!” Trinity said gritting her teeth, and gesturing towards you. The nickname making you hold your laugh in.

“Thank you, Trinity!” You beamed. “So who’s the guy?” Dennis asked. “I am not telling you that.” You snorted, swivelling your chair back around to face the computer.

“Well it’s obviously someone from the hospital.” Trinity stated. “Why would it be?” You asked. “Because when do you have time to meet someone outside of work, you’re like, never out of this hospital.” Trinity shrugged.

“Trinity!” You exclaimed, your feelings were a bit hurt. “I go to bars!”

“I’m always with you, and you don’t pull.” Trinity said, cocking an eyebrow. You sighed and Trinity knew she was right. “She’s going to start listing names.” Dennis pre-warned you.

“Shen?” Trinity asked. “No.”

“Langdon?” Trinity asked, your face screwing up at his name. “That’s Mel’s man.”

“Robby?” Trinity questioned in full seriousness. “What? No!” You exclaimed, you reared back in offence.

“Ouch.” Robby fake pouted, jumping in on your interrogation. “You’re like my uncle.” You rolled your eyes. Robby leaned against your desk and became invested in this discussion.

“Whitaker?” Trinity smirked. Both you and Dennis stared at Trinity incredulously and said at the same time “No.”

“Ogilvie?” Trinity asked. You gagged in response.

“Abbot.” Trinity questioned, her lips contorting into a knowing smirk. Robby and Whitaker's eyes both landed on you, interested in your response. “No.” You said too quickly.

“You’re lying.” Both Trinity and Dennis pointed out. “Am not!” You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks flush.

“You pursed your lips and blinked rapidly.” Robby pointed out, teasing you. “Robby, you are not in criminal minds.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have to listen to any of you.” You glared, standing up to leave. “You’re just pissed because we sussed out your secret relationship!” Trinity shouted as you walked away.

Jack was back at your apartment again after work, you both immediately collapsed into bed as the soft low sound of the TV filled the room.

“Robby, Trinity, and Dennis figured us out today.” You said, Jack chuckled in response. “Robby knows.” Jack snickered. “What! How?” You asked.

“I didn’t directly tell him, but he figured it out long ago and I didn’t confirm or deny.” Jack smirked. “So he was just fucking with me?” You scoffed and Jack nodded.

You opened a new text message thread with Robby immediately.

You: fucker.

Robby: Lol. Figured it out long ago, kid.

You showed Jack the text messages and he threw his head back in laughter.

“Look at this,” Jack laughed as he showed you someone thirsting over him in your comment section of the video. Jack was tickled by the whole thing, how everyone found his bicep and the way he kissed you hot.

However, there was also a fair amount of comments thirsting over you. You suspected at least half of them from Trinity.

The comment read “is he single.” and you felt oddly jealous even though Jack was laying in bed beside you, not the commenter. You pulled out your phone to reply immediately.

@girllll12_ no he is not. back off 😒😒