#(such a wonderful gift!! thanks for sending :) )

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Hi there! I just wanted to let you know that I love your games! Mushroom Oasis especially has an especially place in my heart. Mychael is such an interesting character and one of my favorite types of yanderes—not violent towards his object of affection but still manipulative and willing to cross lines even if he feels guilty about it. Thank you so much for the work you have done; it’s obvious this game is a labor of love and I am looking forward to see how the story progresses.

In the meantime, I have to ask, do you think there might be a future option where the player can cook for Mychael? Totally okay if that is a little too specific. Cooking is just a love of mine and I love to cook for people I love and I feel that is something that Mychael would appreciate.

Also—and forgive me if you have answered this already—but I was curious to see where Mychael’s affection lands on the scale you created by the end of day 3. Or would there be more than one answer since it seems actions taken on this day might start to split between the platonic and romantic routes.

Thank you again for your time and for creating this wonderful game. Your art is so lovely and you have a real knack for fun character design.

HELLO!! Thank you so much for the kind words!! For me personally I've never been a fan of "if I can't have you no one can <3" type yanderes so knowing that it's a shared sentiment means a lot!!

I actually have something of an idea where MC does something nice for Mychael for a change in Day 4!

It was closer to buying a gift and the players can choose what they'd get for him but adding a cooking/baking option (or a more diverse set of gifts rather than just shopping for it) seems like a good idea! As usual the script is still cooking so we'll see!

As for the charts, they're answered here and explained here!

Also,,, idk if you'll ever read the addition below but I'm holding back on gushing rn because uh, this is for you personally but it's basically an appreciation post for being one of my fave authors <3!!!:

AAAA A A 11 !! ??

I'm gonna try and articulate myself in the best way I can but I have been a FAN of your writing since??? Gosh, 2015??? I was following your blog back when the pfp was a torchic (and a treecko i think??) and the header was Swiggity swiff Gotta Yiff ?? Idk if you're comfortable with people knowing of your writing but let me know if I should edit anything here!!!

I LOVED your writing so much it was silly and witty but you can do drama and heart and spicy just as well it was a major inspiration!!! I genuinely though it was a little goof when I saw you were following my blog the other day and THEN YOU SEND ME AN ASK??? IM, , , THROUGH THE ROOF, I would mention my fav fics of yours by name but I'd be outing myself but the scope is huge <3

I've been thinking of how to respond to this all DAY and decided to just be honest but but just know I love what you do <3 Admittedly idk if you still write these days but either way I hope you're doing well!!!! <3

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Not Dead Yet | Part 01

-> Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Medium-Fem!Reader

-> Sypnosis: After a strange encounter, Jeonghan wakes up outside of his body. The only person who can see him is Y/N, a woman with a gift (or curse as she would call it) who is able to see and communicate with the deceased. But Jeonghan isn't dead... not yet anyway.

-> Warnings: Supernatural au. There is a mention of God's and collapsing. Jeonghan is a bit of a heart breaker/player. Only mentioned once that reader has dark hair. This was going to be just a prologue but it ended up a chapter.

-> Word Count: 1,605

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As Jeonghan walks with Ji-Ah, the woman he’s been seeing for the last three weeks, alongside the Han River, he takes this moment to do what he’s been trying to do all night. He drops her hand as he stops walking and turns to face the river, his arms resting on the railing. Ji-Ah notices the shift in the atmosphere as soon as Jeonghan lets go of her hand. The warmth of his touch is replaced by a sudden chill in the air. With concern, she turns to face him but before she could say anything, he starts to speak.  

“Ji-Ah,” he begins, his voice feigning regret. “I’m sorry, this just isn't working for me.”   

“What do you mean?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve only just started getting to know each other.”  

He can hear the hurt in her voice but he feels no sympathy. “Listen, Ji-Ah,” he continues, starting his well-rehearsed go-to break up speech, “You’re an incredible woman. It’s just that I don’t think we’re a good match. I’m sure there’s someone wonderful out there for you. I just don’t think I’m that person.” 

“But it’s my birthday,” she whispers, her voice trembling as she fights back tears. 

"Aish," he mutters under his breath, recalling the reason they had gone out for dinner in the first place. For a fleeting moment, he feels a pang of guilt but quickly suppresses it. 

“I thought we had something special,” she sobs, unable to contain her tears any longer.  

"It's only been three weeks," he blurts out, not realizing the words had escaped him until he sees her expression, a mix of hurt and disbelief with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

“Do you even care?” Ji-Ah’s voice is barely above a whisper as it cuts through her cries.  

“Of course I care,” he says looking at her with faux sympathy and feeling slightly awkward that this wasn’t ending as quickly as he hoped. After all, they’d only been on four dates in the span of three weeks. According to him, that wasn’t a long enough time to get attached to someone. “I’m doing this because I care about you. I don’t want to waste your time on something that’s never going to work out. This way, you can find someone who truly deserves you and is worth your time.” 

“So, this is it?” she asks wiping her tears away. 

“I’m afraid so,” he nods.  

“Okay,” she says trying to put on a brave face and forget the embarrassment and hurt that’s coursing through her. “Thank you for making my birthday awful. I hope I never see you again.” 

“I hope so too,” he says, his words once again slipping out before he could stop them.  

“Maybe you’re right,” she concedes, her expression taking on one of offence. “This wouldn’t have worked out because you’re an asshole. I feel sorry for your next girlfriend.” With that she walks away deliberately bumping her shoulder against him as she passes. 

He grumbles to himself about how that could have gone a lot quicker and pulls out his phone, finding the number of the woman he met the day before and quickly sends her a text 'plans fell through. Do you want to meet up in 30 minutes?'.  

With a smile on his face, he makes his way back towards where his car is parked occasionally checking his phone for a reply. As he reaches his car, he finds a strange man wearing a black top hat, a bright orange suede jacket and horrendous green pants leaning against the tailgate. His expression is blank, not giving Jeonghan any indication of what his motives could be, but his deep brown eyes are fixed intently on him making Jeonghan feel like he was looking right into his soul. 

"Can I help you?" he asks the man with a hint of annoyance.  

"When are you going to stop breaking these lovely ladies' hearts?" the man replies, his voice calm and steady. "Yoon Jeonghan.” 

"Do I know you?" He asks, his eyes widening slightly. He’s 99% sure he’s never seen this man before this moment. 

“You don’t, but I’ve been watching you,” he replies, moving away from the car and steps closer to him. The man’s gaze remains steady, and Jeonghan feels a shiver run down his spine. There’s something unsettling about the way this stranger seems to know him. It’s as if he’s been examined under a microscope.  

Jeonghan shifts his weight, attempting to shake off the sudden wave of vulnerability that washes over him. "Look, I don’t know who you are or how you think you know me, but I’m not interested in whatever you have to say." 

The stranger chuckles softly, a sound that feels oddly out of place given the tension in the air. "Oh, but you should be, Yoon Jeonghan. I’m not here to lecture you on your romantic escapades. In fact, I’m here to give you a warning." 

“A warning?” Jeonghan furrows his brow, trying to make sense of the cryptic words. The man’s presence is unsettling, and the way he speaks feels almost as if he’s reciting lines from a play or a movie. “What warning? And how can I trust you? I don’t even know your name.”  

“You don’t need to know my name right now,” the man tells him. “The only person who will be able to see you will know my name and that’s when you’ll learn it.” 

"I really don’t have time for this," Jeonghan sighs, shaking his head as he goes to take a step past him to get into his car. "I have plans that I need to get to.” 

"Plans, you say?” The man says, tilting his head slightly, as if considering Jeonghan’s words. “I’m afraid the only plans you have are with the Gods.” 

Caught by surprise, Jeonghan turns back to the man, confusion written on his face. “The Gods? I don-” 

“Oops,” the man winces as he clicks his fingers and Jeonghan collapses to the ground unconscious. “Probably should have given him a heads-up first,” he says and then shrugs before walking away. “I did try to warn him.” 

When jeonghan finally regains awareness, he sits up and finds himself in a hospital room. The faint beeping of machines that monitor his vitals, rings loudly in his ears, the smell of antiseptic fills his nostrils and the fluorescent lights are harsh against his eyes. Before he could panic about how he ended up in hospital, the man from earlier enters his mind. The stranger’s words echo inside his head, a haunting reminder of the bizarre encounter they had and the warning he tried to give him. 

Wanting to find a nurse or doctor so he could get discharged knowing there can't be anything wrong with him, he gets out of bed and makes his way to the door.  

As he exits the room, a nurse walks by. He tries to get her attention by calling to her but she continues as if she doesn't hear him. Thinking she was being rude. He tries again as another nurse walks past him but she too ignores him. 

"Excuse me!" Jeonghan raises his voice, desperation slowly sinking into his tone. "Can someone please help me? I want to go home."  

But the nurses and other hospital staff continue past him, their expressions blank. It's as if he’s nothing more than a ghost haunting the halls of the hospital.  

Frustration bubbles within him, and he takes a step forward, determined to find someone who will acknowledge his presence. The fluorescent lights hum overhead and his heart races as he wanders down the corridor. He glances into the rooms he passes, catching glimpses of patients lying in beds, some asleep, some having visits with family members and others staring blankly at the ceiling with nothing else to do. 

Finally, he spots a doctor in a white coat, clipboard in hand, walking briskly toward him. Jeonghan rushes to intercept him. "Excuse me! Can you help me? I need to know what happened to me," he pleads, his voice tinged with urgency. But just like the nurses, the doctor brushes past him as if he were invisible.  

Feeling confused and overwhelmed, Jeonghan sinks into a chair meant for waiting families. He rests his elbows on his knees and buries his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.  

Eventually he lifts his head, glancing around the waiting area. The chairs are filled with families, most of their faces etched with worry or relief, some with boredom, but none of them seem to notice him. The weight of everything that’s happening starts to get to him, and he fights back the urge to scream and demand for someone to see him. 

Taking a deep breath, he stands up, a spark of determination igniting within him. Just as he prepares to approach the doctor at the nurse's station, the elevator doors across from him slide open. His heart races as he sees a figure step out, exuding a warmth and confidence that draws him in. Her dark hair is slightly tousled, as if she just rolled out of bed, and her outfit—a black faux leather jacket, a white shirt, ripped jeans, and white sneakers—makes him think she’s not part of the hospital staff. 

Before he can make another move, she looks up, their eyes connecting, and for the first time since waking up, he feels truly seen and is reminded of what the odd man from earlier said. 

“The only person who will be able to see you will know my name.” 

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No Nut November 18+

Reader x Georgia Stanway

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut

Word count: 3.1k

*Y/n's Pov*

This no nut November has been the hardest one yet for me. Georgia challenged me as a joke, but me being me I took the challenge seriously making it a challenge for myself.

Every year I'd always try to complete no nut November but within the first few days I'd always fail mainly because of one person, Georgia.

This year I thought Georgia was making it a little easier for me, not really trying to tease me as much as she would but the past 3 days she decided to go all out trying to tease me. From bending over in front of me wearing tight fitted booty shorts, to walking around my house in just a towel claiming her shower was broken when we both knew it wasn't. Every time it would turn me on, me needing a release then and there.

It was the last day of November it was 11:58 pm, Georgia was in the inshore as she claimed her shower broke again.

"I'm done." Georgia says as she wonders back into my bedroom.

My eyes travel from the tv and wander to Georgia as she walks into my room wearing a small towel, her tits and ass slightly showing. She comes over and sits on the bed with me.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

"What's up Y/n?" Georgia giggled.

"You, you're killing me." I huff.

I bite my lip and run my finger up her back slightly tracing patterns on her back. I smile as she begins to fidget at the sensation.

"I need you Stanway. I need to cum so bad." I whisper.

"We can't Baby, we're still in November. You'll fail your challenge." Georgia whispers back.

I smirk and show her the time and the date.

12 am December 1st

"It's now December 1st." I say kissing her bare shoulder. "You've been a naughty girl the past 3 days. I think you owe me a release."

Georgia smiles and leans back against me. "Mmm maybe I should reward you for completing your challenge."

Georgia gets up and undoes her towel letting it drop to the floor. I sat there, my mouth wide open looking at the sight Georgia has gifted me, her beautiful tits exposed my length grew immediately as I get harder from the sight.

"Someone's hard." Georgia giggles. She slowly pulls my boxers down exposing my hard length. She bites her lip and slides my boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

"Please Georgia." I whispered.

Georgie's slowly made her way between my legs as she laid down kissing the insides of both my thighs making my dick harder.

"You're so big." Georgia whispered planting kisses along my dick and balls.

"T-Thank you baby. I r-really need this release it's been so long." I begged slightly.

"I know baby, just relax I'm gonna reward you." Georgia smiles, as she slowly takes my dick in her mouth.

Getting used to my size, Georgia slowly bobs her head. I moan, she hums against my dick and bobs her head a little bit faster. She chokes and gags as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Georgia bobs her head faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck G, your mouth. It's so warm it feels so nice." I moaned gripping the back of her hair.

Georgia hummed in response. Sending the sensation down my dick making me a moaning mess. The view of Georgias head bobbing up and down as well as her fat ass wiggling around was making me more turned on.

I moaned in pleasure and gripped the sheets, Georgia continued to devour my dick. Wrapping her arms around my legs she sped her head movement making me closer and closer needing to explode.

"Baby I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moaned as my grip on Georgias hair tightened.

The only noise coming from Georgia was the noise of her gags as my dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck G I'm... I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

Not being able to warn her in time, I explode in her mouth shooting my load in her mouth and down her throat, Georgia chokes and gags as I cum.

"F-Fuck, sorry I couldn't warn you." I moaned in pleasure.

"It's okay." Georgia smiled. "You tasted amazing." She giggles as she licked her lips collecting the last of my cum.

"I want you to fuck me, use me as your reward." Georgia says as she lays on her side.

"Are you sure baby? I don't have a condom." I say.

"Yes I'm sure. Put it in baby." Georgia says.

Georgia lays on her side, I grip her leg and hold it in the air with my free hand as I rub my tip through her folds causing Georgina to moan at the feeling.

"Mmm f-fuck, Y/n please I need you." Georgia moans.

I was no time and immediately slide my throbbing dick inside of her dripping pussy, and begin to thrust in and out of her slowly.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight baby." I moan in her ear.

"Mmm all for you baby." Georgia moans as she turns her head and kisses me.

I'm shocked at first but immediately start kissing back. Once I knew Georgia was used to my size I pick up the pace and thrust in and out of her faster.

"Keep your leg up in the air." I softly moaned.

Georgia does as I say and keeps her leg raised in the air as I gripped her ass with my spare hand, forcing a moan out of Georgias mouth.

"Faster, please fuck me faster Y/n." Georgia moaned.

I thrust in and out of Georgia faster than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Where shall I cum G?" I ask as I carry on fucking her.

"I-Inside... of me." Georgia cutely stutters as she moans.

"Are you sure baby? I can pull out and finish on you." I moan.

"Yes, Yes baby, stop asking questions and just cum in me. Make me your cum slut." Georgia moans.

"Mmm fuck okay baby." I replied, a fire set alight in my stomach as I begin to fuck her even faster.

Moving my hand from Georgias ass to her tits. I grip right tit tightly as I begin to kiss her neck as I fuck had faster and harder than before.

"Fuck Y/n. I'm going to cum." Georgia moans.

"Same baby, cum for me." I moaned as I feel the feeling of my balls tighten.

"FFFucccckk I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Georgia yelled as she reached her high, and squirts all over my abs, dick and legs.

"Georgia... I'm gonna cum." I yell in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I couldn't take it anymore, cum oozes out of my dick filling up Georgias pussy filling her to the brim. A final spank to her ass I slowly pull out, cum leaks out of her pussy and onto the bed sheets.

"Fuck G, you've made such a mess all over my thighs stomach and the bed sheets." I giggle.

"Sorry daddy." Georgia cutely giggles. "It's been worth it so far though hasn't it?"

"So worth it." I smile. "But I'm not done with you yet." I giggle. "See my desk baby, bend over my desk." I say.

Georgia smirks, she blushes darkly. She climbs off the bed and makes her way over to the desk, and bends over giving me full access to her ass.

"Fuck baby is this all for me?" I ask biting my lip, I smirk and slap her ass.

Georgia moans as I do this and cutely giggles. "All for you daddy, all for your reward." She cutely blushes.

I slowly began to tease her asshole with my tip, slowly getting her prepared for my length. I place my hand on her back and slowly enter her ass. Georgia moans and grips the desk.

"F-Fuck, Y/n you're massive." She yells in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I moan and speed up my thrusts and move my hand from her back to gripping her hair, pulling it allowing me to go even deeper inside her.

"Fuck this is amazing. You feel amazing babe." I say softly as I use my spare hand and grip her ass.

The view of Georgia fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the desk she could as I continued to fuck her made me go even faster. Watching as her ass rippled after each thrust, her fat ass bouncing off my thighs was a view I've dreamed of seeing.

I move my hands and grip her hips and pull her into me. This cause me to go deeper inside her, making us both moan loudly in pleasure.

"G I feel like I'm going to explode already." I moan, my thrusts becoming slower.

"Cum all over my back. I want you to make a mess on my back." Georgia moaned sweat dripping down her back.

5 minutes pass, the only sounds in the room were our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. I moan as I slowly reach my high, i feel the sudden urge building up as I quickly pull out of Georgias ass.

"It's coming Georgia." I moan, and stroke my dick fast as I roughly grip her ass.

Cumshot:

"F-Fuck." I moan, ropes of cum spurt and shoot out of my dick and coats Georgias back. "Fuck Georgia." I spank her ass. "Your back is covered in cum baby." I giggle.

"Fuck I love the way you painted my back." Georgia giggles, she gets off the desk. Her back still covered in my load.

"Such a dirty slut." I moaned bringing her into a lovingly kiss.

"I want to ride you." Georgia whispers. "I want to bounce up and down on that big length of yours." Georgia added gripping my dick.

"Y-Yes please G, that would be amazing." I stutter.

Watching Georgia turn around and guide my length into her entrance sent me crazy. My jaw dropped open as she started to ride me, holding onto my legs to stabilize herself.

"Oh fuck Georgia." I moaned gripping her hips as I help her slide up and down on my length.

"Fuck, you deserve this Y/n." Georgia moaned back.

I spanked her ass as she sped up her movement. My head leaning back against the headboard behind me, taking in the view and the feeling Georgia was sending through my body.

"By the way Y/n, my shower was never broken." Georgia giggled moaning from the friction as she rides me faster.

"I know it wasn't." I giggle.

Immediately after Georgia said what she said I wrapped my arms around her body lifting her up. I begin to thrust in and out of her pussy making Georgia a moaning mess, the sounds of my thighs hitting her ass continuously.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Y/n I'm going to.... I'm going to cum ." Georgia screamed in pleasure.

"This is what you get for lying to me, now cum for me baby. Cum all over my dick, be a good slut and cum everywhere." I moaned as I sped up the thrusts and thrust into her faster and kiss her neck.

"F-Fuck Y/n I'm cumming." Georgia moaned, her body shivering in my grip.

"Mmm good girl." I say as I feel her juices coat my dick and thighs.

I moan and kept thrusting into her as she came down from her high. "Fuck baby I'm getting close." I moaned in pleasure gripping Georgias right tit.

"Cum inside me Y/n, I'm on a pill you can cum inside me." She moaned as she placed her hand on my cheek brining me in for a kiss.

"Fuck Georgia I'm, I'm..

Creampie:

I couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Georgia ass rippling as I kept thrusting into her. My thick cum shooting inside her pussy filling her to the brim as I push her down bottoming out inside of her.

"Oh Georgia, fuck I'm cumming." I moan as my cum continues to ooze inside her and along her walls white.

"Fuck Y/n, you've just filled me up baby." Georgia giggled as she kisses my cheek.

I pull out slowly, cum oozing out of Georgia. Running down her leg, laying beside me we smile and lock eyes with each other.

"I want more Y/n." Georgia whispers. "You've waited so long, put up with all my teasing.... You deserve it." Georgia whispers and kisses me.

"Mmm I'll try G." I smile and kiss her back.

Georgia straddled my legs as she pushed me back down so I was lying fully on my back. "I'm going to ride you again, but you can't move your hands from here." Georgia says moving my hands to grip her ass. "If you love them I stop, no matter how close you are. Okay?"

"O-Okay G." I replied taking in the view in front of me as Georgia leaned in planting a kiss on my lips.

My hands locked on Georgias ass, she lined her entrance up with my length just like before. This time in the cowgirl position instead of the reverse cowgirl position giving me a full view of her perfect tits.

"Georgia your tits are amazing n this view." I smile and giggle like a child admiring the view.

"You ready for them to start bouncing?" Georgia giggles at my comment. "But remember to touching." She added which I nod in response.

My hands stayed firmly on Georgia's ass as she began to slowly bounce up and down, her hands on my chest to help her stabilize.

"Fuck... bounce faster G please, ughh s-shit you feel amazing." I moaned in pleasure. My hands gripped her ass tighter, my eyes not leaving her tits.

Georgia didn't respond instead she immediately began to bounce up and down faster, the clapping noise of her ass hitting my thighs pushing us both on further.

"You...You want these baby?" Georgia moaned talking about her tits.

I nodded in response, my brain still going crazy from the feeling of her bouncing up and down on my length wanting them so badly. Georgia leaned in playing with her tits in front of my face, still riding me. I took her left nipple into my mouth causing my hands to slightly slip from her ass.

"What did I say baby? Don't move your hands or I'll stop." Georgia said moving backwards, her nipple falling out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry." I moan.

"Good." She replied, she guided my head back to her nipple.

I cemented my hands to Georgias ass as she kept riding me, sucking on her nipple pushing me closer and closer.

"Don't tell me baby, just cum. Keep my tit in your mouth and just cum." Georgia moaned as she could feel me getting closer, my legs beginning to lightly shake.

Creampie #2:

I couldn't take it anymore. My grip on Georgias ass got tighter, my sucking on her nipple sped up as I felt my balls tighten once again. Georgia sped up when she felt my cum entering her turning her on all the more.

"Keep going fill me up more." Georgia yelled as I kept moaning and filling her up with my seed.

"Fuck G, I'm done." I moaned as I let go of her nipple and ass.

"No you're not." Georgia giggled. "Just one more, please." She begged leaning in and kissing me. "For me." She begged again.

"Okay one more but that's it. I'll be tapped out after babe." I admitted.

"Yay." Georgia giggles as she lays in her back.

I giggled at Georgias response before getting into position, knowing how she wanted it. "You ready baby?" I ask as I tease her clit with my tip.

"Y-Yes baby, hurry up. Stop teasing." She said full of pleasure I was sending through her body.

I didn't tease her for much longer as I spat down onto her pussy and inserted my length inside her cum filled entrance.

Her breath hitched as I began to thrust inside of her gripping her right tit roughly with one hand and stroking her cheeks with my other.

"Fuck babe you feel amazing." Georgia moaned in pleasure.

"I can make you feel much better." I said as I took hold of her right leg putting it over my shoulder allowing myself to go deeper inside her pussy, making us both a moaning mess.

"Fuck Y/n this feels so good please keep going. Keep fucking me like the slut I am." Georgia yelled in pleasure, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her body fidgeting giving me the sense she was getting close to cumming, automatically making my balls tighten at the thought.

"Oooh G, you're fucking amazing. You feel so good." I moaned as I lean forward leaving kisses all over her neck and chest.

I kept going speeding up my thrusts seeing the effect I was sending Georgia through. Her tits bouncing around as she throws her head side to side.

"I'm going to cum Y/n please. Please keep going." She moans loudly.

Immediately after Georgias pussy began to clamp around my dick as she begins to squirt everywhere. Her juices go all over my thigh, stomach, and all over the bed sheets leaving a mess behind. Her pussy still tighter and tighter making me closer and closer to exploding inside her.

I grip her leg on my shoulder with one hand and her right tit with my other as I begin to feel that familiar feeling in my stomach my balls getting tighter.

Creampie #3:

I didn't have time to warn Georgia as cum oozes and spurts deep inside her painting her walls white and filling her up. Adding more cum to her filled pussy.

"I'm cumming Georgia, fuck I'm filling you up so much." I moan as my cum continues to ooze and Spurt inside her.

I slowly pull out of her, when I knew I couldn't cum anymore. We both sigh at the same time from both pleasure and tiredness.

"You are fucking incredible Georgia." I pant as we kiss again. "We need to do this more often." I added.

"Maybe you can use me as your reward for every No Nut November." Georgia giggles.

"I could work with that." I giggle bringing her into a final kiss pulling her close to me. We cuddle and end up falling asleep at 6:30 am.

[callmenonames]

This was sent to me today by this beautiful woman who has become a fighter for Hannah. I had the incredible opportunity to have lunch with her today. She is an important figure who I will keep anonymous but put her very busy schedule and her family aside for me. She told me it reminds her of me. I had a chance to share my life with her. My journey across country from southern California to escape an abusive father. My meeting Sara while I sat in the University parking lot crying because my old car died. Sara rescuing me from being homeless and no where to go when the semester ended. Meeting her beautiful 13 year old sister at the time, Hannah. This person said I had been a drifter. Searching and hoping. When I lost my precious Sara in 2019, I thought my fairytale life had ended. Shortly after Sara died, Hannah asked if she could move in with me. She had become my best friend. We laughed together, we cried together and we reminisced of the wonderful times we had together. Sara and I took Hannah everywhere. Whether it was an overseas adventure or a local concert. Hannah is five years younger than me. In many ways she is more mature and has more wisdom than I do.

Hannah is a warrior, a fighter. No matter what is thrown at her she seems to find a wat to overcome it. Well right now, she is in the fight of and for her life. After a long surgery, unbearable pain consumes her. We don't know if it is permanent but she has no feeling in her right leg but can mover her toes a little on her left side. Each night I sit, alone, and wonder what is next. This amazing family has endured more than anyone should.

She has the best care the country has to offer. A gifted team that works so hard for her. So I ask you for this. Say a prayer for Hannah. Send her all the positive vibes you can muster up. All the well wishes. Keep your hope and faith.

You are always welcome to send her messages on either of her blogs. @dreamsagain or @dreamsofhannah2. When she is able she will read them and I'm sure she will respond. I promise I do not read any of them. You can also message me here as well.

Thank you for listening to me. I just needed to say what was on my mind. Thank you

-Lauren

[liyuanhell]

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME MAKING SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!! SO PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME THANK YOU!!

Content: Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff (mostly at the end), mishaps and messy schedules.

Not proofread at all.

Imagine

Having a date with the General of the Luofu.

Yet, having so many things planned on the same day.

Like..

You never meant to fully book the whole day, you planned ahead perfectly! Since you’re too busy the weekdays, you chose to have the date with him on the weekend. One day to gather energy for the date and the other day for the date itself.

But there’s one detail you forgot. You also have to attend a show you were supposed to go with your friend on the same day. However, since the date takes place at 6 pm and the performance begins at 1 pm, it shouldn’t be too difficult to—

Wait, you just got a message from someone. It's one of the members from the alchemy commision, Lingsha; relaying a message to you that you need to attend a meeting AT 2 PM?!

But, your friend already bought the tickets! And she's paying for it!! Oh well.. There's no harm in being late is there?After all, your friend did say it reaches until night.

So you texted your friend, informing her that you’ll be late. But.. what time does the meeting ends? 4 PM?!

Aslong as you won’t be late to your date and that you have enough time to have fun with your friend that’s fine! Oh dear, would it be rude to leave the performance after 1 hour and 30 minutes?

In the end, instead of being able to watch the performers peacefully and focus on the art. You spent nearly an hour trying to find your friend, who seemed to have enjoyed the show.

Good for her, you looked like mess after going through a hoard of people. It didn’t help that the general would sending occasional messages asking about your day and talking about his, along with talking about the date.

It was 5:30, you excuse yourself from the show and your friend (not like you were able to focus on it anyway due to panicking about the date.)

You notice a text from Jing Yuan that was sent 10 minutes ago; a ‘see you soon’ and a cute winking emoji.

You booked it home, and quickly got changed to something more cute but formal and rushed out immediately; completely forgetting about the make up look you planned ahead.

It was 5:50 and you are far from where you and Jing Yuan would meet up. You might aswell just jump of the ship, you thought.

It was 5:59 and Jing Yuan sits by table, which was already filled with the fresh food you liked. He made the order earlier ago as he counted the hours before the date.

A minute had passed and he hears someone approaching him. He turned his head to the side and smiled up at the sight of you. Though, he seemed amused. You were heavily breathing, hands on your knees with one hand holding a flower; looking down at the ground with a uncomfortable expression.

Shaking, your arms held out the flower you bought at the flower shop you passed by as you ran to reach the place on time.

“This.. This— is- for you.” You coughed between breathes, as you felt his fingers brushing against your hand to take the flower, earning a chuckle from him.

“Oh? How flattering of you. I shall honor this gift.” His arm then reaches from behind him, and pulls out a bouquet.

“And this is for you.” He smiles and cocks his head to the side, reaching the variety of flowers to you. You took it, and thanked him with a hoarse voice.

As you take your seat and waited for him to say something, you noticed that he seemed to be staring.

“Jing Yuan?” You called.

“You look delightful.”

That seemed to caught you off guard because in the next second your head turns to avoid his gaze, causing him to chuckle once again. The general continued to stare at your flushed expression that mixed your disheveled hair, and not to mention the strap that’s peaking behind your dress you wore with rubber shoes, and your glasses close to falling off your nose.

You must’ve been in a hurry. How cute.

Sometimes you wonder why he chose you of all people, but that shouldn’t really matter now that your here telling him about your crazy day compared to his mundane boring one as it always had been. But maybe.. You’re here to change that.

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[factual-fantasy]

Man, these past few weeks have been veeeery hard on me.. I haven't posted a whole lot, haven't really drawn much, haven't really moved much.. I didn't expect much interaction or growth to come from my my blog for a while..

So Imagine my surprise when I woke up to 23k followers?? :000 Ya'll never fail to surprise me and make me smile!! :}}💖💖💖

Now unfortunately I have added a cold(??) to all my other ✨issues✨ that I'm currently battling. Sooo this celebration post isn't super polished <XD I mostly just wanted to draw it real quick and then go lay back down💀-- but I think its more than good enough!

So thank ya'll so much for 23,000 followers! :DD I hope to finally get though this trail and get back to posting regularly soon! :}} 💖💖

[dollya-robinprotector]

I love lya religiously ☹️☹️

I migjtve drawn something wrong (your arts and pc's are very pretty!!)

What a cute little fellow you are~

Yes, yes you're all very welcome to join me! After all, we are in search of the prismatic tranquility offered by the Deity of pleasure. Great enlightenment and deliverance will be given at the touch of our fingers together. We shall embrace life to grant our wishes.

But be warned, once you've emerged into the flowers' blossom, there's no going out. No matter where you run, you will never truly escape my embrace.

That's the Nirvana of Amitābha Amidala~

[awakenthebeing]

i love this silly creature,,, i had to draw her + my oc being a little stinker and trying to climb up their arm

OUGHGGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGH BRO?????? BRO IM GOING CRAZY THIS IS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY!!! LOOK AT THOSE COLORS, THAT SHADING!!!! THE STYLE!!!!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOU DREW PIEPOE SHES SO SHAPED AND ROUND AND FROG ENERGY!!!! BIG FRIEND!!!!! OUGHGHGHGHGHHGHG DUDE THIS IS THE ARTWORK EVER THANK YOU SOOO SO SO MUCH!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!😭😭😭💘💖💓💖💓💘💖💖💓💖💓💖💓‼️‼️‼️‼️

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Lynnie Green was and still is a fan of Bea- she refers to herself as an 'acolyte' in an interview I listened to. She was a fan even before getting on the show, she followed Bea's theater career closely. She's also talked about how (I can't remember which appearance) at the end of filming Bea said she was going for a drink (I think they shared a dressing room) and how she regrets that Bea was obviously offering to take her out on the town and she was so, like, in awe that she fumbled it and she regrets it to this day because she wanted to cross that bridge from acolyte to confidant and thinks they could've been great friends. She's also said Bea kept in touch with her after filming and would always greet her warmly when they ran into each other or offer her tickets to some shows a few times over the years. OH and she's a lesbian, happily married to her wife (just found this out at the last Golden Con). she rocks, basically.

Anon, oh my god. The amount of incredible information you have given me.

First of all -- Lynnie referring to herself as an acolyte of Bea is incredible. Honestly wish I'd been able to follow Bea's career as closely as Lynnie did, if only for the chance to call myself her acolyte.

The story about Bea inviting her out for a drink and her fumbling the invitation is so relatable, oh my god. Can you imagine, getting to work with someone you admire so much? No -- getting to impersonate her?? And then she invites you out for a drink??? I would have died on the spot. Holy shit. Absolutely incredible. I'm so sorry for her that she didn't get to become Bea's friend but honestly I completely get her panic!

And Bea -- I know by now that she was a complete sweetheart, but this information just melts my heart!!! She kept in touch with her? She was warm to her and sent her tickets to her shows??? Oh ;-; what a sweet lovely person she was!!! I'm forever mad I didn't get the chance to see her in person! What a blessing upon this world!!

And on top of all this, on the first day of pride month, you come and tell me Lynnie is a happily married lesbian?? Anon you have made me so happy. So so so happy. Thank you so much!!! You're absolutely right, she rocks!

[corrodedcoughin]

eddíe coming out to steve as genderfluid - or, well. he won't know the name for it until a few years later, but after he tries to explain it and steve listens and asks questions and seems to understand it well enough. but eddie's not out yet to anyone else, sticks to he/him pronouns and they don't mind being seen as a guy per se, but they'd be way more comfortable if people knew to use she or they when talking about them. but steve wants to help, so, using the skill he learned from el, he makes eddie bracelets. every color he can find, thin enough to be hidden or passed as a gift from kids. so eddie can choose which color means what and they can wear how they feel for when steve can't ask them, or when they're around other people, steve can distract the kids from calling eddie a guy too much when he's wearing blue (not pink. fuck stereotypes, eddie said, earning a kiss from steve, because they both know steve loves pink), or try to steer the conversation away from eddie completely if they're uncomfortable. when to call him a beautiful boy and when it's simply a pretty baby. eddie thinking it's equally amazing and terrifying to be loved like this, so much that whatever eddie thinks are difficulties or faults are actually the parts steve loves most. because eddie won't survive if steve ever stops loving them, but steve always looks eddie in the eyes, and it's always with endless patience and certainly when he promises, "don't worry. i won't ever stop."

Something about Eddie being so unsure of how to navigate this space, when he's always been so loud and ready to put on a show. This though? This uncertainty in himself of how to be who he feels he is? It rattles him down to his bones. He spends god knows how long contemplating the nature of who he is and how that changes depending on the week, day, hour.

He feels on unsteady ground when he brings it up with Steve but knows he needs to, if for nothing else but a sounding board. Eddie is tired of this rotating in a morbius loop in his brain. He gets ready to run before the conversation even starts, plans an escape route, any excuse so he can avoid looking at any feelings of discomfort in Steve's eyes.

The thing is, it never comes. Not once. Eddie fumbles his way through trying to explain how 'she' feels good sometimes but so does 'he' and some days the thought of being referred to as a man, woman, girlfriend, son, makes his bones feel like they belong in a different body. That somedays he just wants to be Eddie and can't that be enough?

Through it all Steve holds on, quietly listening with his thinking face fully in action. That's how Eddie knows this isn't going to go sour, the way Steve is sitting, chin in hand with a finger stroking over his top lip. Thinking.

When it's all said and done there's a silence that Eddie can't say is encouraging but then Steve gets up with a sigh and wraps Eddie up in his arms from where they'd been pacing a groove in the floor.

Eddie ventures out a quiet 'are we okay? I'm not too much?'

to get a muffled response into his hair 'never enough if I'm being honest'

And somehow? somehow it's as easy as that

[necromeowncy]

If I weren't so nervous, I'd write this on Twitter or AO3, but you don't know how many times I've read and re-read your works. Without the slightest idea of names and events because I've never played any FF game. That doesn't stop me from enjoying reading your fics and enjoying your character. If you ever wrote a novel, I'd likely read that too.

I don't know - I just felt like sharing this. If it's not too late, I'd love it if you'd answer this. Other than Aedric & his snacks. (Which is really, really sweet in itself.) 51: What’s a nonverbal way they say I love you?

Hello anon, please don't be nervous - because I promise you I am even more of a nervous wreck! :) That being said, this is perhaps the most wonderful message I've ever received; I had no idea my writing for this ship breached containment out of the wolgraha/ffxiv tag, let alone that people were reading them that had no idea who or what a G'raha Tia or elezen even was. I woke up this morning to this anon and I almost started sobbing because it made me so happy. Thank you, truly and deeply. I don't even have the words for what this means to me. But perhaps I'll find some; be prepared for a long post!

I am, surprisingly, currently writing an original fantasy novel, and it means the world to me that folks would actually be interested in reading it. I never know if I should mention anything here on my fandom Tumblr about it, as I understand the novelist world at large sometimes looks down on fanfiction authors. But this anon made me realize I probably shouldn't dice myself up into tiny, palatable pieces in order to find respect in the writing community. So I'll talk about it here:

I'm writing a queer fantasy novel that has the tentative title of This Gift Illuminated. It's still in its early stages, and I have been going back and forth on if I'm going to self-publish or just host the story on my own website for people to read for free. For the very first time publicly, I'll share the synopsis:

The world is losing its magic.  For centuries, the human Kingdom of Meyra had one rule: those born with mageblood, known as the Gifted, must submit to the royal palace to further their study in the arcane arts. These days, mageblood is rare. So when Farin shows signs of being touched by magic, he's sent away to study in the capitol along with any other Gifted, as rare as they may be. He'd welcome this opportunity with open arms, especially since it means corresponding letters with a mysterious magics expert named Elias. The nation that had long given up on magic now has a new hope.  In the elf kingdom of Rime, Elias remains the only person stubbornly dedicated to the study of the arcane. Having lost the last of their magic decades ago, the elves have built a thriving nation with the ingenuity of technological marvels. Elias's many letters to the aging human mages of Meyra have been met with silence and dismissal - until one day his letters are answered by a newly appointed Gifted. Perhaps this Farin is the key to unlocking why both of their peoples have been losing touch with the arcane - as well as save the human kingdom before they suffer the same magic-bereft fate.  This Gift Illuminated is a tale of love and learning in a changing world.

Two scholars in different nations fall in love after exchanging letters for years. They are nerds. There are elves and magic, as this seems to be my wheelhouse, so I'm going to stay aboard the "awkward elf nerd and excitable wizard" train as long as I can. I may post more about this on my personal Tumblr @thewizardtower ! I'm thinking of sharing some of the prose, but I'm unsure. Who knows, I might be brave and share the prologue!

And, at last - your wolgraha prompt! Thank you for this.

51. What’s a nonverbal way they say I love you?

Aedric and G'raha both share the love language of touch. Oftentimes, they'll both be reading side-by-side. Even if they're reading separate books entirely, they'll still manage to sit close enough that their knees will brush, or their shoulders will lean against one another, or their spare fingers will interlace - silent, save for the turning of the occasional page, or the flickering of a candle's flame. Sometimes, they'll sit in each others laps wordlessly. Or lazily comb fingers through the other's hair. Sometimes, too, G'raha's tail will wrap around Aedric, and that is perhaps Aedric's favorite. The comforting physical presence of being near each other does wonders on their healing hearts after their many trials and near-death experiences. Just knowing that the other is here within touching distance - alive, whole - is perhaps the greatest healing spell in all of Etheirys.

[dutybcrne]

I like to think that the very reason Diluc keeps Kae at arms length despite wanting to reconcile & go back to their old ways as much as Kae does is the fact that Kaeya adamantly Refuses to tone down the new facade of his ( the shield for his vulnerabilities ) & Diluc, being Diluc, hates liars & doesn’t want to feel like Kaeya will drop another secret on him/is keeping smth from him all over again.

[nidaiime]

@shisui-uchiha-anon | Shisui sent:

Early morning, the sweet scent was coming from the kitchen. It would bring some odd nostalgic feeling, as he stirs his tea in a mug. His black orbs looked over the date, it is his birthday. Bracelet jiggled as he lifts the mug to his lips, a reminder. And Shisui still loves him with all his heart. This…this love, their love is not just about their two bodies intertwined together. No. They love and we made love to each other every time they held hands or exchanged looks. Or when they ate together after training. Or when Shisui would drag Tobirama to the ramen shop, to show him just how much fun is to eat it. When Shisui would run his fingers through Tobirama's white hair, combing it with his fingers. When Shisui waited for Tobirama to come so that they could have tea or coffee together.

No point in mulling over his feelings, thoughts, and doubts. He will wait in the usual spot with a gift. There was an invitation for him to come, yes! But was not that just the opposite of all what other wanted to cut all their ties? In a fit of rage younger ripped into little pieces that piece of paper.

Shisui got him a gift, after hours spent searching for the fitting one. Oita vintage kimono, an excellent quality linen kimono. Indigo blue in color with distinctive blurred small patterns in red, white, light blue, and yellow. Ankle length with traditional full-cut sleeves and partially lined around the chest and shoulders. Shisui had it folded in a package waiting on their usual meeting spot...if he comes he comes if not he will send it to Senju's house.

     EVEN IF HE WANTED TO TREAT IT LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY, Tobirama knew that the others wouldn’t. It was evident by how Hashirama had decorated their house early this morning before Tobirama had even woken up, and the gifts he had received throughout the day from the people he knew. It was as if every single person reminded him that today he was officially one year older. 

     The thirties treated him well so far, and Tobirama wouldn’t have it any other way, with family by his side and friends to care for. Tobirama was content with how his life so far, with no complaints.

     However…

     This morning, his mind was plagued by pictures of him. His love. The one he loved the most, and the one he distanced himself from. Tobirama knew that it was cruel what he had pushed Shisui to go through, but it was better for the other man to forget about him, to forget that something had ever happened between them…for his own sanity and peace of mind. Tobirama had duties toward the village, often going on dangerous missions by himself despite Hashirama’s increasing ire and Shisui’s worry. 

     But today he was forbidden to go on any missions—and for a week, Tobirama had to stay within the village walls, his brother would see to it. “Have a vacation, Tobirama.” was Hashirama’s words to him before pushing him out of the house to do whatever people did on their birthdays.

     Absentmindedly, Tobirama’s legs took him to their spot. The one where Tobirama had first made a real connection with Shisui, where he cleaned his battle wounds and tried to heal him. The spot where they had their first ‘date’ if you could call it that. The spot where Tobirama had the courage to take Shisui’s hand in his as they watched the river flow without any words.

     The spot where Tobirama found Shisui there, waiting for him with a package in his hands. The Senju wasn’t stupid, and almost surely the package was meant for him as a gift for his birthday.

     Despite the inner turmoil that raged inside him, Tobirama managed a small smile as he walked toward the Uchiha. One of his hands went up and through Shisui’s soft, black hair, moving slowly toward his cheek in a gentle caress. “Shisui…I had a feeling l will find you here.”

[cinnonym]

Who of y'all sent me crabs, and how can I confess my undying love for you?

[draconscious]

Getting Clair gofts started as just a thing to be a menace. It was always some sort of genuine, but Shay being soft wasn't a spoken about thing. It felt appropriate to bring her Dragonite, Bryn, with her today. She was the Dratini she earned from the tests years ago.

The Dragonite gave Clair a huge smile and handed her a box. Inside was a handful of things, including: a tea infused aromatic Goomy plush, a Paldean tea mix set, and a small book with mild water damage around the edge of the pages. A small field guide on Frigibax, Arctibax and Baxcalibur that Shay had personally written (and mildly chewed on by the subjects in question).

"You know what day it is." Being nice, her worst executed skill. "Bryn was very excited to see you. The other dragons wanted to say hi, but I don't feel like seeing the elders offended by my dragon taming skills. Unless you wanted to come to the Sanctuary and say hi."

happy birthday, clair.

At first, Clair regards Shay with some trepidation--the two had been at each other's throats a fair amount as of late--but Bryn is quick to dispel any tension between them, her smile and offered gift reinforcing her role as peacekeeper for this encounter.

"Today's just like any other day, I just--oh, wow."

Clair swallows her own retort as she peers inside Shay's gift box, eyes widening upon taking in the sight of its thoughtful contents. The tamer holds up one item at a time to the Blackthorn sunlight (pausing to squeeze the scented Goomy plush with a happy sigh, of course.) The value of the other Paldean goods is not lost on Clair, and she glances up at Shay with a rare, sheepish embarrassment tinging her cheeks.

"Shay, this...this is all so thoughtful. Unexpected, but appreciated," she decrees, a small smile finding her lips. "Thank you. You too, Bryn, for making sure that she didn't pick any fights along the way." (Clair can't resist a little poke at her fellow dragon tamer--it's just instinctual at this point.)

"...And you know, I think I will stop by the Sanctuary later, if you'll have me. It's been a while, and I've been meaning to talk to you about your Paldea trip," Clair offers lightly, eyes twinkling as she peers up at Bryn. "I'm sure Greatheart would love to come along for some enrichment in the open air. He's been missing your dragons terribly."