#God i try sk hard

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

I can't make myself happy. I can't make them happy. Fuck

[reminem69]

fuck.

[hanniebaeee]

Freckles and Brownies

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: spicy dreams, some smut (not deep), and reader is slightly older MDNI

Genre: neighbors/friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Summary: Your sweet neighbor Felix has the biggest crush on you. You try not to give in, but he's way too irresistible.

You knew he was coming over even before you heard the knock on your door. Your apartment building had the thinnest walls in the history of thin walls - it was pathetic really.

But you liked your cute little apartment a lot - it was quiet (most of the time) and comfortable. Then there was Felix, your sweet neighbor who lived next door with his roommate, Jisung.

Felix was a joy to have around, because he was kind, considerate, and he always had a smile on his face. And he was totally obsessed with you.

He loved to bake and every time he baked, he would knock on your door, with a box of such yummy treats.

“Hey, I made extra. Thought you might like some,” he’d say, handing them over, with the softest smile on his face.

And your heart would skip a beat because, seriously, he looked like a fantasy wrapped in an apron.

Yes, you thought he was adorable. But he was your neighbor and you knew he was a few years younger, and so, adorable or not - you never crossed that line.

So, you pretended not to see the way he constantly blushed around you or the way his eyes would always linger a second too long. It was so hard, when he was right there in front of you, baking brownies or cookies every other day just so he could come and see you.

You had to draw a line. You had to.

The night was quiet, except for the soft tapping of your fingers on your keyboard as you worked. You were in bed, hair pulled into a messy bun, a mug of tea in hand, trying to meet a deadline you couldn’t ignore.

Your focus, however, was shattered by a noise from the other side of the wall. The very wall that separated your apartment from Felix’s.

At first, it was very faint. A low, muffled groan. You paused, fingers hovering over the keys, straining to listen. Maybe Felix was having another one of his late-night gaming sessions with Jisung?

Then it came again. Oh that's definitely not related to gaming.

You froze. Because that was a moan. A low, breathy moan. And it was your name.

“Y/N…”

Your stomach dropped. No way. NO WAY!

But then you heard it again. And again. His voice, soft yet clear, filtering through the paper-thin wall separating your bedroom from his. The sounds that followed were unguarded, raw, and so unbelievably... dirty.

“Oh, God, Y/N…”

Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and something else entirely. You slapped a hand over your mouth completely scandalized.

Ok, you knew he liked you, but this? He couldn’t be…was he seriously…?

You quickly shook your head as if that would help banish the thought. No. Felix was sweet and innocent and, okay, not innocent, but still.

But then came another sound. This one unmistakable the creak of a bed frame, followed by a low, guttural moan that sent your imagination spiraling to a whole new level.

“Oh, fuck,” you heard him whisper. “So good…”

Your hands shot to your headphones. It wasn’t even a choice at this point - it was pure survival. You jammed them onto your head and cranked up the volume on your playlist. There.

Not that it worked. Because no matter how loud the music, you could still hear him in your head.

You buried your face in your hands. You weren’t supposed to be hearing this. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about how Felix - sweet, blushing, brownie-baking Felix - was currently doing whatever he was doing!

---

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall…

Felix was lost in his dream, blissfully unaware of the chaos he was causing. In his dream, you were standing in his kitchen, wearing one of those pretty sweaters he always saw you in. But this time, the fabric was slipping off one of your shoulders as you leaned over the counter, a teasing smile on your lips. Oh he could see way more than just a bit of skin.

“Do you want a taste?” you asked, holding up your fingers dripping with chocolate.

He swallowed hard, his voice barely functioning. “Y-Yeah…”

You laughed softly, dipping your fingers into your mouth, licking them clean yourself.

“You have to ask nicely, baby.” you whispered.

His dream-self didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer, his lips crashing into your chocolate stained ones in a kiss so desperate, so needy, it made his whole body ache.

Felix let out a deep, throaty groan, clutching his pillow tightly as his dream-self pushed you against the counter, rutting against you like his life depended on it.

He pushed his face into his pillow, his hips moving against the mattress for some friction. He snaps awake, feeling a bit disoriented, but so damn hard and needy.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice so deep and raw. “I need you…”

His hand slips into his sweatpants, trying to help himself out of this mess, face still pressed into his pillow.

---

You yanked off your headphones, groaning in frustration. This was ridiculous. You were a grown woman. You could handle this.

You groaned as you heard another moan followed by the creaking of his bed (more frantically), and you threw yourself back onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow to stifle the hysterical laugh bubbling up in your chest.

This was insane. Completely, utterly insane. How are you supposed to face him tomorrow? You can't, not after this.

—

The next morning, you're walking down the hallway, so fatigued and sleep deprived after you spent the whole night unable to fall asleep. You were dressed for work, your bag in one hand, your phone in the other.

And the universe decided to play the most ridiculous joke on you, because there came Felix from the opposite side - t-shirt half-tucked, hair a little messy - looking totally…spent.

You tried to act casual, but he froze when he saw you.

“Morning!” he chirped, his face lighting up when he saw you. “You’re up early!”

“Yeah, well, work, you know…”

“Are you okay? You look kind of flustered.” Felix tilted his head, studying you.

“I’m fine!” you blurted, far too quickly.

“Are you sure? You seem a little... tense.” he said, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

Oh no, he wasn't doing this right now.

“Did you sleep well last night, Felix?” you asked, crossing your arms against your chest.

Felix blinked, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he said, “Uh... yeah. Why?”

You smiled sweetly, your tone laced with barely concealed mischief.

“Oh, no reason. You just seemed... very well-rested.”

Felix’s eyes widened, the realization hitting him rather mercilessly. “Oh my God.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the poor boy.

“What's wrong?” you asked, and he turned bright red, his hands flying to cover his face.

“I- I didn’t - how did you - oh my God!”

You patted his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his meltdown and said, “Don’t worry, Lixie. Your secret’s safe with me.”

And with that, you walked away, leaving Felix a stuttering, blushing mess in the hallway.

Felix tried. He really did. After the mortifying revelation that you’d heard him, he swore to himself he’d keep his cool. He was a man, and he was going to act like it. Mature. Collected. Cool.

But every time he saw you, his resolve crumbled like one of his cookies.

You’d stopped by to return the Tupperware he’d given you last week (filled with brownies he’d baked as yet another excuse to see you). You were dressed casually in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt, your hair tied back, but Felix could hardly keep his composure.

“Thanks again for the brownies,” you said, handing him the container with a smile. “They were great. As always.”

His heart did a full somersault at your praise. He took the container, his fingers brushing yours, and you swore you felt him shiver.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he stammered, cheeks dusted pink. “Anytime.”

He looked into the box that was definitely not empty, and saw that was indeed full.

“I made some lasagna, we never return empty containers,” you said with a wink and Felix blushed as he smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, “Um, -”

A silence stretched between you two, broken only when Jisung called from inside, “Felix! Are you flirting with her again?!”

Your eyes went wide and Felix choked, turning toward the door.

“I’m not - she’s not - shut up, Jisung!” he growled and you laughed, as Felix turned back to you, now red as a tomato.

“Anyway,” you said quickly, backing toward your apartment, “I’ve gotta go.”

“Yeah, of course!” Felix said, nodding too quickly. “See you later?”

“Sure,”

---

“I don’t know what to do,” you groaned, stirring your latte, as your best friend, Jennie eyed you with a smirk. “He’s so… sweet. And attractive. And every time I see him, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow, sipping her Americano and said, “So, I don't see the problem?”

“The problem,” you emphasized, “is that he’s younger than me. What if he regrets it later?"

Jennie snorted.

“Oh, please. What's a couple of years have to do with anything? He’s an adult. He can vote, drive, drink - he's a big boy, Y/N. Stop making excuses.”

“It’s not just the age thing,” you protested. “We're neighbors. It’s messy. If it doesn't work out, I'd have to move and then-”

“Babe, he's hot,” Jennie added, waggling her eyebrows. “Come on, Y/N. The guy clearly worships you. I bet he’d walk barefoot through a field of Legos if you asked him to.”

“Jen-”

“Look,” she interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk, “I get it. You’re scared. But life’s short. If you want him, go for it.”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. Jennie was the worst. But she was also… not entirely wrong.

---

For Felix, this was a whole crisis.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled, the way you smelled when you leaned in just a little too close. It was driving him insane.

Jisung, of course, noticed his nonstop thirsting.

“Dude,” Jisung said, tossing the controller onto the couch as Felix stared blankly at his laptop. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Felix muttered, though the pink tint to his ears gave him away.

“Oh, come on,” Jisung groaned. “It’s been, what, six months? You’re salivating every time she walks by.”

“She’s… amazing, ok? And perfect. And…” He trailed off, sighing deeply. “She’d never go for someone like me.”

“Why not?” Jisung asked, genuinely curious.

“Because she’s…her,” Felix said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She's beautiful, and successful. And-”

“And so into you,” Jisung interrupted. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Trust me, she’s interested.”

Felix shook his head, his heart aching. He wanted to believe it, but every time he got close to you, he felt like you were slipping through his fingers.

That night, as you lay in bed, your mind wandered back to Felix. To his soft voice, his shy smile, and the way he looked at you like you were his entire world.

You groaned, rolling onto your side. This was ridiculous. Jennie’s words echoed in your mind, Life’s short. If you want him, go for it.

You shook your head, trying to push the thought away. But then you heard it - the doorbell.

You sat up, heart racing. It was almost midnight. You slipped out of bed and walked to your door. You heard the bell again, and this time, Felix’s voice with it.

“Y/N?” Felix’s voice was soft but urgent. “It’s me.”

You opened the door quickly to find Felix standing there, looking equal parts nervous and determined.

“Felix, is everything ok?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he blurted out, his freckles stark against his flushed cheeks. “I know this is crazy, and I know I probably don’t have a chance, but… I had to tell you. Because it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“Felix, I -”

“I don't know what to do,” he continued, his voice trembling. “But I need you to know. I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.”

—---

The clock on your nightstand read 2:47 AM. You’d been lying in bed for hours, unable to sleep, your head spinning.

Felix’s confession played on repeat in your head.

I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.

The words had shattered something inside you. You’d wanted to say something, anything, but all you’d managed was a stunned silence - staring at him with your mouth open, that he gave you a rushed goodnight. And bolted.

Since then, you’d been teetering on the edge of panic and longing. You didn't say anything. Anything at all. And seeing the disappointment in those big beautiful eyes of his, seeing his face crumble with sadness at your silence was absolutely heartbreaking.

You turned onto your side, facing the wall you shared with Felix. Your heart ached, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on your chest. He was right there, so close, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to bridge the gap.

---

Felix lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his hands gripping the sheets like they were the only things tethering him to reality.

He had spilled his heart to you, thinking it would work. And now? Now it felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.

You hadn’t said anything. Not a single word to give him hope or closure. He tried to convince himself you were just processing, that you weren’t rejecting him - but the silence was the most painful thing he'd ever had to endure.

His gaze drifted to the wall separating his room from yours. And his mind, traitorous as always, began to wander. He imagined you on the other side, lying in your bed, the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes would flutter shut if he kissed you.

His fantasies were vivid, and utterly maddening.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He wanted you so badly it hurt. But more than that, he wanted you to want him.

He felt like he was suffocating.

---

You couldn't take it anymore. It felt way too claustrophobic in your room. You sat up, your heart racing and climbed out of bed and padded to your door.

You needed some air.

---

The sound of your door opening reached him, and his heart leapt into his throat. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on a hoodie as he moved to his own door.

He opened his door and walked straight into you.

“Y/N,” he breathed, after his body clashed with yours, and his voice was so husky and breathless.

“I…” You hesitated, looking equally breathless and surprised. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Felix stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “Me neither.”

You bit your lip, your chest heaving with the stress of it all.

“Felix, about what you said earlier…” you began.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

“I meant it. Every word.” he whispered.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “And I…”

Before you could finish, Felix closed the distance between you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His touch was gentle, and you both had a moment, staring at each other, absolutely terrified.

You didn't know who moved first, but here you two were, kissing. A kiss so soft at first, then deepening as months of pent-up desire spilled over. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a desperation that reflected your own.

Your back hit the wall and he tilted his head, licking into your mouth, and it was so absolutely hot.

When you finally pulled away from Felix, your lips still tingled from the kiss, and your heart pounded so hard.

Felix’s eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He looked absolutely stunned, his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.

Oh no, why wasn't he saying anything?!

“I…” you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.

What could you even say?

“I’m sorry,” Felix whispered, his voice strained. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, clearly panicking.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” you blurted, hugging your arms around yourself, feeling exposed in the oversized sweater you’d thrown on before bed. It barely skimmed your thighs, and now you were hyper-aware of how Felix’s eyes kept darting to your legs before snapping back up to your face.

Felix’s jaw tightened, and he let out a shaky breath.

“I…I should go.” he murmured and before you could stop him, he turned and sprinted back into his apartment, leaving you standing there.

—

The moment Felix shut the door to his apartment, he leaned against it.

“Shit,” he whispered, his eyes closed and voice trembling.

He wanted to scream. Or throw himself off a cliff. Because right now, all he could think about was the way you tasted, the way you looked in that damn sweater. The way you looked so… thrown after the kiss.

Groaning, he went to his bedroom and fell onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He was turned on beyond belief, but the guilt was just as strong.

That kiss, though perfect, felt impulsive and reckless. And now? He had no idea where you two stood.

---

By the time the sun came up, Felix was in full-on stress-baking mode.

His kitchen was a disaster - half empty bags of flour, bowls and utensils littered every surface, and his oven was working overtime. He’d already made two trays of brownies, cookies, and a batch of cupcakes, and he was still going.

Because every time he paused, every time he let himself think, his mind betrayed him. That damn kiss was playing on repeat in his head.

He threw himself back into baking, hoping it would distract him. But it didn’t work. His fantasies just grew wilder.

“Stop it,” Felix hissed to himself, slamming the oven door shut.

But the damage was done. He was a mess.

---

By the time Jisung woke up (close to noon) and stumbled into the kitchen, Felix was pulling yet another tray of cookies out of the oven.

“What the hell happened here?” Jisung asked, blinking at the mountain of baked goods that had taken over their apartment. “Did you open a bakery while I was asleep?”

Felix shot him a glare and said, “Don’t start.”

Jisung raised his hands in surrender, though he did ask, “Rough night?”

Felix didn’t answer, instead focusing on packing some of the cookies into containers.

Jisung leaned against the counter, smirking. “This is obviously about Y/N.”

Felix froze for a second.

“I knew it,” Jisung said, grinning. “Care to share what happened?”

Felix’s ears turned bright red as he shook his head.

“I’m not talking about it,” he said.

“Okay, fine,” Jisung said, grabbing a cookie. “But, for what it’s worth, you should tell her how you’re feeling. Like, really tell her.”

Felix sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“I already did.” he said sadly.

Jisung blinked in surprise. “And?”

“She didn’t say anything.” Felix’s voice was quiet, almost defeated. “And then…and then…never mind.”

---

The moment you stepped into the hallway after a long day at work, you were hit with the mouthwatering aroma of chocolate and vanilla.

You paused, inhaling deeply. Felix was baking again.

You’d just changed into your pyjamas when there was a knock at your door. Opening it, you weren’t surprised to find Felix standing there, holding four containers of baked goods in his hands.

He looked kind of disheveled and his expression was tight - like he was barely holding it together.

“Felix,” you started, but he thrust the containers into your hands before you could say more.

“What’s all this?” you asked, looking down at the overflowing assortment of brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.

Felix let out a laugh - a sharp and humorless one.

“It’s your fault,” he said and your eyebrows shot up.

“My fault?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Because I can’t stop thinking about how you didn't say a word after I admitted my feelings for you. And then we kiss, and you don't say anything even then.”

Your lips parted, words failing you as he continued.

“It hurts. My heart hurts, and if I sit still I feel like I'm gonna faint. So yeah, I've been baking nonstop for hours now. You can eat them, throw them out, whatever you want. I just…I needed to get them out of my kitchen before I baked myself into oblivion.”

You sighed, setting the containers down on a nearby table. “Felix -”

“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head and taking a step back. “Don’t.”

“What? At least-”

“I have to go, or I'll end up doing something really stupid.”

And before you could stop him, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with all his baked treats and a heart that felt like it was breaking.

Felix was spiraling.

For days, he’d been avoiding you as much as possible. He hated it. He hated having to speed walk past you or ignoring you. He couldn't stop craving you, and all through his heartache, he still missed you.

And he still couldn’t stop himself from baking for you. It was the only way he knew to show how much he cared without risking saying or doing something that might ruin everything further.

The knock on your door came as you were finishing dinner. You opened it to find Felix standing there, looking as nervous as ever, holding a box of brownies.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft.

“Hi, Felix,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“I made these for you.” he said, holding the box out to you, his hands trembling slightly.

You took the box, your eyes narrowing slightly.

“Thanks, but -” Before you could finish, he turned and started to walk away.

“Felix!” you called after him, but he didn’t stop.

Something inside you snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Felix!” you yelled again, quickly placing the box on the ground and grabbing the back of his hoodie, tugging him to a stop.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he turned halfway to look at you.

“Please don’t do this to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “I’m trying so hard to hold it together.”

“Well, stop,” you said firmly, pulling him back toward your apartment, your grip on his hoodie strong.

“Y/N,” he protested, stumbling slightly as you dragged him inside. “You don’t get it!”

“Shut up, Felix,” you snapped, cutting him off as you slammed the door behind you.

He blinked at you, startled, his mouth opening to say something else, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“I like you, okay?” you yelled, your voice rising. “I like you back, Felix! I’ve been trying to hold it in, trying to be reasonable because this whole thing is complicated and I didn’t want to make it weird, but I can’t take it anymore! You’ve been driving me mad with all your running and your baking and your stupid perfect face, so just - just shut up and kiss me already!”

For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his eyes wide, his lips parted in shock.

“You… what?” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“I said I like you,” you repeated, your chest heaving. “Now are you going to kiss me or not?”

In an instant, he closed the space between you, his hands cupping your face as he crashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was desperate, frantic even, and you responded with just as much intensity, your hands fisting in the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.

Felix’s lips were soft but insistent, his hands shaking slightly as they slid from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were gasping for air, trembling and flushed.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Felix whispered, his voice rough and shaky.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and said, “Probably as long as I have.”

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes shining with something you could only describe as pure joy.

And he kissed you over and over, until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable connection you felt with each other.

Dating Felix felt like stepping into a dream.

From the moment you both decided to give it a go, it was as if everything clicked into place. Now, you were greeted with the soft press of his lips whenever he saw you and even softer smiles that melted your insides.

He was so attentive, and so utterly devoted. And more perfect than you'd ever thought a person could be. He stayed over at yours a lot, and you kept him company whenever you could over at his. And it was absolutely magical.

Oh and he taught you how to bake. Or at least he tried.

---

Felix’s kitchen was a mess as usual, all his baking things spread everywhere. His sleeves were rolled up and his hair pushed back with a bandana.

You were perched on the kitchen counter, dressed in that sweater - the oversized one he loved so much, the one that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. Your hair was loose, your smile teasing, and you looked like you'd walked straight out of his dream.

Felix swallowed hard, as he tried not to look at you. But when he did, he saw you leaning forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.

“What’s next, Chef Lee?” you asked, nodding toward the bowl of brownie batter.

Felix cleared his throat, trying to gather himself.

“Uh, okay. So, once we mix the dry ingredients…”

His voice trailed off as you dipped your finger into the batter, scooping up a bit and popping it into your mouth.

The sound you made - a soft hum of approval - almost made him drop the bowl.

“Mmm,” you said, licking your finger clean. “That’s so good.”

Felix’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the bowl to keep himself steady.

“Baby,” he said, his voice strained.

“What?” you asked, your eyes wide with mock innocence.

“You’re not… helping,” he managed, his gaze slipping down to your thighs.

You tilted your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you said, “I’m not?”

“No,” he said, setting the bowl down and taking a step closer to you.

“What am I doing, then?” you teased, tapping his bottom lip with your finger.

Felix caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle.

“You’re being a bad girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Your breath hitched as he stepped between your legs, his hands sliding over your thighs.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his fingers tightening on your skin.

You smirked, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his.

“I want you.”

That was all it took.

Felix kissed you like he was starving, his hands running over your thighs as he pressed you closer. He tasted of chocolate and something so uniquely him, and you honestly couldn't get enough.

His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He pushed the fabric off your shoulder, kissing all your exposed skin, groaning as you thread your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly.

He pushed you back against the wall, his hands reaching under your sweater and pulling down your panties quickly. You gasped as he quickly bent down and threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your breath caught as he kissed your inner thighs and went on to give you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

The bowl of brownie batter sat forgotten on the counter as he devoured you. Your fingers were in his hair, his bandana long lost and followed by his shirt and a lot more.

You sat on the counter, grinning smugly, your legs swinging lazily as you watched him, shirtless and glowing, trying to salvage the brownies he had abandoned earlier.

Felix glanced at you, his freckled cheeks still tinged pink, and smirked. He just lived his fantasy. And you were glowing, and it filled his heart to see you like that.

“The brownies, Lixie,” You reminded him as he lost focus, and was lost in thought, his eyes fixed on you.

He was about to reply when the front door opened, and Jisung walked in.

“Felix -” Jisung stopped mid-sentence as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes darting between you, perched on the counter, and Felix, standing there shirtless with a tray of brownies in hand.

There was a long, awkward pause as Jisung's eyes fell on Felix’s shirt lying on the floor. And obviously both of you looked enough ruffled for anyone to catch up.

“Oh my god,” Jisung finally said, his face scrunching up in horror. “Ew! Not in the kitchen!”

You burst into laughter, your hands flying to your mouth, while Felix just shook his head.

“Nothing happened here!” Felix insisted, though the sheepish grin tugging at his lips wasn’t helping his case.

Jisung pointed an accusing finger at his shirt lying on the floor.

“Don’t lie to me! There’s literally evidence of your sins everywhere!” he said.

“Jisung, I swear -”

“Save it!” Jisung cut him off dramatically, turning to leave. “I’m never eating anything that comes out of this kitchen again!”

You couldn’t stop giggling as Felix turned to you.

“Babe,” he muttered, though he couldn't help but smile.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to sound sincere but failing miserably.

Felix rolled his eyes, setting the tray down before stepping closer again.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he said, teasingly.

“Lucky, huh?” you said, looping your arms around his neck.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as he said, “Very lucky.”

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Jisung’s voice rang out from his bedroom.

You both burst out into giggles, and you kissed him again.

“I love you, Lixie.”

“I love you, baby.”

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ahh i’m so horny sweetie i cant stop thinking about tying you up arms behind you ropes pushing your tits together n out, cuffs keeping your legs spread, duct tape on your mouth; i start with one candle, three, five, seven, your cunt getting tighter tears down your face muffled screams when you hit ten candles n i pinch your clit that’s standing so hard n proud hehe, i sigh your right baby those candles won’t fit in your pussy i’m sorry..you relax closing your eyes before they shoot open and you cry out looking down at your tits seeing i clipped clothespins on your nipples, oh baby you really thought it was over? i just finished with your cunt stop struggling it’ll hurt more stupid slut i uncuff your legs before rolling you on your stomach n recuff you i pull you by your hips ass up we’re gonna move to your ass now i’m so excited to see how much i can stretch you! be good for mommy now ok baby you whine before whimpering at a sting on your ass, i move to your face n kiss your forehead before ripping off the duct tape i cant wait to hear your screams i sit behind you on the bed and spread your ass kissing your asshole moaning softly before i start a small makeout session groping your ass in my hands tongue sliding into your asshole i pull away out of breath god i love this ass now let’s start one candle, two, three, four…eight candles and your voice is hoarse snot running down your nose legs trembling some candles from your pussy have been forced out your ass is red some welts from a brush i used shh it’s okay baby you did so good i’m so proud i grab all the candles with both hands and pull a loud pop! echos in the room your ass gaped i move to your pussy and do the same a small string of cum n lube following them oh my look at you sweetie mommy’s perfect set of holes aren’t you you whine softly to out of it to speak back i rub your clit soft small motions have you cumming i can see your pussy twitching before a small gush comes out i undo the cuffs n roll you over, nipples red and puffy clips still on i smack them around watching you twitch n squirm mooing before i pull them off, the release of your tits has you thrashing and cumming again i slap them harder loving how they jiggle n shine with your drool dripping down them go on baby cum for mommy after your done she’s going to ride your face

i’m wet n ready for you baby <3 anon

Omg mommy! I have no words ... I need you to do this to me!! Tieing me up pushing my tits out, writing on them, tape over my mouth. Me lyingg there trying to take all of the candles in my tight pussy, tears streaming down my face as you force more and more into me.clamping my tits. Spanking me so my ass is nice and red, you eating my ass getting it nice and wet for when you steech out my asshole forcing candle after candle into me, I'd be so stretched with the candles in my ass and pussy, moaning, crying, trembling. You watching me struggle before you pull them all out and watch my gaping ass twitch and my gaping pussy leak cum, you playing with my clit, barely any pressure before I cum and squirt, then you grope and play with my tits pulling of the clamps, smacking them, and it all gets sk much that I cum again, you watching my tits jiggle, not stopping smacking g them, me twitching and drooling as I can't stop cumming, mooing and moaning. Fuxk mommy I want to be a food set of holes for you, want you to use my holes like this!!! Please mommy

[suhkusa]

cute date idea with omi going to an ice rink together but little does he know that reader is a really good ice skater and he’s trying his best to impress her request please

ICE SKATING WITH KIYOOMI.

CW. fluffy fluff

A/N. i love ice skating omggg

Sakusa does not like the cold. He prefers spring or fall. The transitional seasons where the weather feels just right.

Unfortunately for him though, you love the winter. You find it amazing that there’s so many holidays packed in that season, as well as how many different date activities there are to do.

Ice skating being one of them.

At first, it’s a hard no from him.

“Why not?!?” you tug at his sweater. “Please, I won’t even ask you for a Christmas present,”

His eyes roll, “The skating rinks are freezing cold, Y/N. If I don’t die from busting my ass then I’ll die of hypothermia,”

You laugh in his face before quickly pulling yourself together. “We can use the buckets that help you stay up when you skate, Omi, c’mon,”

You make your voice purposely get higher and more annoying-sounding as you tug on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, fine, fine!” he exclaims in defeat.

He glares at you as you giddily get up from next him and run to your bedroom to change.

What did he just get himself into?

Ice skating is just how he expects it. He hates it. Loathes it.

Though, he can’t show it nor can he even say anything because he’s too focused on keeping his balance. He doesn’t want to show how badly he’s struggling.

He’s in awe as you skate with ease beside him, even turning around to skate backwards.

“See, it’s fun, right?” you say, your breath fogging up when you speak.

“Y-Yeah,” he nearly loses his balance. “For you,”

“Whaat, you look like a pro!”

“Did you sk- fuck- skate in your past life? How are you so good?” he asks between stutters.

“Just a natural, I suppose,” you smirk.

He’s about to let out a smart ass response, but then his legs get caught under him. He slips.

“Omi! Oh my gosh,” you’re between laughing and worrying. “Here,” you extend a hand out which he takes, using your hand and the wall next to him to pull himself up.

“Are you okay, Kiyoomi?”

His cheeks are flushed red. From the cold? From the embarassment?

“Yes, let’s- let’s just go,” he forces out, eyes shifting away from your direction.

“Alright, but you can hold my hand, okay?”

“Fine,”

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[winchesterszvonecek]

"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

Masterlist | Matt Masterlist

You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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[kittyhui]

ur sk drabble wow 😵‍💫😵‍💫 if it’s okay could i please req a hard dom!kwan drabble or fic where ur at a restaurant with him and get needy when he innocently puts his hand on ur thigh under the table?

when he realises ur wet and needy from being teased in public he takes u home and fills u up in front of a big open window. making sure everyone can see and hear u moaning and being stuffed with his cum. he’s so possessive he loves keeping u stuffed with his cum and watching it leak out slowly, pushing it back in when it does….

god 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just thinking about that makes me dizzy. seungkwan would be such a mean dom idc what people say.

meandom!seungkwan x fem!reader

(a/n seungkwan has an big ass oppa kink LOL)

“as i was saying before Kwon Soonyoung rudely interrupted, he just didnt have the……..” you couldn’t even hear the rest what your boyfriend had to say; you were too distracted. his big hand had found his way onto your thigh as he got wrapped up in the conversation he was currently having with his members. the touch was 100% innocent on his side: just supposed to be a confirmation that he remembered you were there, but it wasn’t to you.

you’d been needing him since you saw him getting ready for the dinner. seungkwan in a suit was definitely a sight that made you hot and bothered, you just couldn’t look away. you wanted to ask him to just stay home and fuck you but you knew its been a while since his members hung out and you didnt want to ruin that. but his hand on you right now… it was making this hard. it was moving up and down your thigh, not even getting close to your clothed heat but you felt yourself getting wetter by the minute. you rest your head on his shoulder trying to get a hold of your emotions. he looks down at you with a look asking ‘are you okay?’, patting your thigh again causing you to press them together.

“can we go home?” you whisper into his ear with desperation. he raises an eyebrow at you.

“just one more hour. okay, baby?” he rubs your thigh in comfort, a whine bubbling in your throat. “rest on my shoulder if you’re tired.”

you can’t hold it in anymore, letting out a quiet whine that only the two of you could hear, “oppa, please. wanna go home.” you can feel his hand tightening around your thigh and his eyes darkening at the name you had called him. months into your relationship you found out about seungkwan’s not so subtle oppa kink and of course, you used that against him at any chance. but tonight, it was unintentional; you just needed him so badly….

you gasp at his sudden action, standing up abruptly announcing that the two of you had to go home, putting cash on the table for your part of the bill and dragging you out of the restaurant and into his car.

it’s quiet the rest of the way back to your shared apartment; your lover’s jaw clenched and his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. the moment you close the door to your apartment, he’s on you.

“can’t even last a three hour dinner? you’re that much of needy baby?” you moan at his words, wrapping a leg around his hip and letting him bring you to the bedroom.

“do you even deserve to be fucked like a good girl? you haven’t been very good today?” he scoffs as you whine for him, bringing you over to the huge window at the edge of your bedroom, “gonna fuck you right here” he mutter into your ear, “gonna let everyone know how fucking slutty you are, baby.” he kisses you hard, making you back up into the glass, his hand stabilizing you movements.

“oppa, please.. need you- need your cock.” you moan into his mouth, his hand digging into your hip. not wanting to waste anymore time, he flips the skirt you’re wearing up and practically tears your panties off, inducing a choked moan from you. his own pants and boxers are soon off aswell as he slowly plays with your sopping cunt, cries coming from your whiny mouth.

“wan’ you to turn around for me, baby. want you to see the people walk by and see you. see your slutty body. that’s what you need right? need a audience? i bet you do.” he groans into your neck, turning you to face the window. you can see the street and sidewalk underneath you; wondering if anyone could see your tear streaked face from all the way down there. you could barely even think before your oppa’s cock was inside you.

“fuck- kwannie-“ you try to find purchase on the glass to no avail, seungkwan pushing you up harder against it as he pulls out and pushes in deeper

“not my name, baby” he groans, kissing your nape, sucking on the skin before thrusting in again. “so. fucking. good. your desperate little hole was made for me, huh?”

“fuck- yes, yes, oppa! it was made for you! only for you!” you clench around him, sobs falling from your mouth at the intensity. you thought about being seen by somebody; what they would think; what they would do. the thoughts of being watched turn you on even more, clenching around kwan even more, feeling your release coming just moments away. “gonna… cum”

“not yet baby.” he moans at your tightness, feeling himself about the burst aswell, “gonna cum in you, okay? gonna fill you up, nice and good. does that sound good, baby?” you moan incoherently at him telling him you were out of it. kwan thrust into you hard and deep with a high moan, releasing his load into you. “cum for me, baby” he sighs, feeling your on command release on his cock moments later.

“kwannie..” you mutter, legs buckling at the intensity. he pulls out of you and lifts you onto your shared bed, kissing you softly.

“so good for me, my love.” he looks at your ruined cunt again, humming in pride, before stuffing you full of him again. you whine at the overstimulation, hand pawing at his chest and shoulders. “sorry, baby. didnt want it to go to waste. wan’ you to be nice and full.” he smiles at you, and you know in that moment, that you’re his. only his.

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that was lowkey bad imo, but i hope you like it! tysm for the love hehe <3

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 10 || THE DEEP HEART'S CORE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

With each repetition, he dug a thumb hard between her ribs. “You fuc#ing bastard!” she screamed. She braced her feet and yanked down on his arm as hard as she could, bringing it into biting range. She lunged at his wrist, but before she could sink her teeth in his flesh, she found herself jerked off her feet and whirled through the air. She ended hard on her knees, one arm twisted up behind her back so tightly that her shoulder joint cracked. The strain on her elbow hurt; she writhed, trying to turn into the hold, but couldn’t budge. An arm like an iron bar clamped across her shoulders, forcing her head down. And farther down. Her chin drove into her chest; she couldn’t breathe. And still he forced her head down. Her knees slid apart, her thighs forced wide by the downward pressure. “Stop!” she grunted. It hurt to force sound through her constricted windpipe. “Gd’s sk, stp!” The relentless pressure paused, but did not ease. She could feel him there behind her, an inexorable, inexplicable force. She reached back with her free hand, groping for something to claw, something to hit or bend, but there was nothing. “I could break your neck,” he said, very quietly. The weight of his arm left her shoulders, though the twisted arm still held her bent forward, hair loose and tumbled, nearly touching the floor. A hand settled on her neck. She could feel thumb and index fingers on either side, pressing lightly on her arteries. He squeezed, and black spots danced before her eyes. “I could ki ll you, so.” The hand left her neck, and touched her, deliberately, knee and shoulder, cheek and chin, emphasizing her helplessness. She jerked her head away, not letting him touch the wetness, not wanting him to feel her tears of rage. Then the hand pressed sudden and brutal on the small of her back. She made a small, choked sound and arched her back to keep her arm from breaking, thrusting out her hips backward, legs spread to keep her balance. “I could use ye as I would,” he said, and there was a coldness in his voice.

“Could you stop me, Brianna?” She felt as though she would suffocate with rage and shame. “Answer me.” The hand took her by the neck again, and squeezed.

“No!” She was free. So suddenly released, she pitched forward onto her face, barely getting one hand down in time to save herself.

She lay on the straw, panting and sobbing. There was a loud whuffle near her head—Magdalen, roused by the noise, leaning out of her stall to investigate. Slowly, painfully, she raised herself to a sitting position. He was standing over her, arms folded. “Damn you!” she gasped. She slammed a hand down in the hay. “God, I want to kill you!” He stood quite still, looking down at her. “Aye,” he said quietly. “But ye can’t, can you?” She stared up at him, not understanding. His eyes were intent on hers, not angry, not mocking. Waiting. “You can’t,” he repeated, with emphasis. And then realization came, flooding down her aching arms to her bruised fists. “Oh, God,” she said. “No. I can’t. I couldn’t. Even if I’d fought him … I couldn’t.” Quite suddenly she began to cry, the knots inside her slipping loose, the weights shifting, lifting, as a blessed relief spread through her body. It hadn’t been her fault. If she had fought with all her strength—as she had fought just now— “Couldn’t,” she said, and swallowed hard, gasping for air. “I couldn’t have stopped him. I kept thinking, if only I’d fought harder … but it wouldn’t have mattered. I couldn’t have stopped him.” A hand touched her face, big and very gentle. “You’re a fine, braw lassie,” he whispered. “But a lassie, nonetheless. Would ye fret your heart out and think yourself a coward because ye couldna fight off a lion wi’ your bare hands? It’s the same. Dinna be daft, now.” She wiped the back of her hand under her nose, and sniffed deeply. He put a hand under her elbow and helped her up, his strength no longer either threat or mockery, but unutterable comfort. Her knees stung, where she had scraped them on the ground. Her legs wobbled, but she made it to the haypile, where he let her sit down.

“You could just have told me, you know,” she said. “That it wasn’t my fault.” He smiled faintly. “I did. Ye couldna believe me, though, unless ye knew for yourself.” “No. I guess not.”

A profound but peaceful weariness had settled on her like a blanket. This time she had no urge to tear it off. She watched, feeling too limp to move, as he wetted a cloth from the trough and wiped her face, straightened her twisted skirts, and poured out a drink for her. When he handed her the freshly filled cup of cider, though, she laid a hand on his arm. Bone and muscle were solid, warm under her hand. “You could have fought back. But you didn’t.” He laid a big hand over hers, squeezed and let it go.

“No, I didna fight,” he said quietly. “I gave my word—for your mother’s life.” His eyes met hers squarely, neither ice nor sapphire now, but clear as water. “I dinna regret it.” He took her by the shoulders, and eased her down onto the piled hay. “Do ye rest a bit, a leannan.” She lay down, but reached up to touch him as he knelt by her.

“Is it true—that I won’t forget?” He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. “Aye, that’s true,” he said softly. “But it’s true, too, that it willna matter after a time.” “Won’t it?” She was too tired even to wonder what he might mean by this. She felt almost weightless; strangely remote, as though she no longer inhabited her troublesome body. “Even if I’m not strong enough to ki. ll him?” A clear cold draft from the open door cut through the warm fog of smoke, making all the animals stir. The brindled cow shifted her weight in sudden irritation and let out a low-throated mwaaah, not of distress so much as of querulous complaint. She felt her father glance at the cow before turning back to her.

“You’re a verra strong woman, a bheanachá,” he said at last, very softly. “I’m not strong. You just proved I’m not—” His hand on her shoulder stopped her. “That’s not what I mean.” He stopped, thinking, his hand smoothing her hair, over and over. “She was ten when our mother died, Jenny was,” he said at last. “It was the day after the funeral when I came into the kitchen and found her kneeling on a stool, to be tall enough to stir the bowl on the table. “She was wearing my mother’s apron,” he said softly, “folded up under the arms, and the strings wrapped twice about her waist. I could see she’d been weepin’, like I had, for her face was all stained and her eyes red. But she just went on stirring, staring down into the bowl, and she said to me, ‘Go and wash, Jamie; I’ll have supper for you and Da directly.’ ” His eyes closed altogether, and he swallowed once. Then he opened them, and looked down at her again. “Aye, I ken fine how strong women are,” he said quietly. “And you’re strong enough for what must be done, m’ annsachd—believe me.”

He stood up then, and went to the cow. It had risen to its feet and was moving restlessly in a small circle, swaying and shuffling on its tether. He caught it by the tether rope, gentled it with hands and words, made his way behind the heifer, frowning in concentration. She saw him turn his head and look, to check his dirk, then turn back, murmuring.

Not a loving butcher, no. A surgeon in his way, like her mother. From this odd plateau of remoteness, she could see how much her parents—so wildly different in temperament and manner—were alike in this one respect; that odd ability to mingle compassion with sheer ruthlessness. But they were different even in that, she thought; Claire could hold life and death together in her hands, and yet preserve herself, hold aloof; a doctor must go on living, for the sake of her patients, if not for her own sake. Jamie would be ruthless toward himself, as much as—or more than—he would be to anyone else. He had thrown off his plaid; now he unfastened his shirt, with no haste but neither with any wasted motion. He pulled the pale linen over his head and laid it neatly aside, returning to his watching post at the heifer’s tail, ready to assist. A long ripple ran down the cow’s rounded side, and the torchlight glimmered white on the tiny knot of a scar over his heart. Uncover his nakedness? He would strip himself to the bone, if he thought it necessary. And—a much less comforting thought—if he thought it necessary, he would do the same to her, without a moment’s hesitation. He had a hand at the base of the cow’s tail, speaking to it in Gaelic, soothing, encouraging. She felt as though she could almost grasp the sense of his words—but not quite. All might be well, or it might not. But whatever happened, Jamie Fraser would be there, fighting. It was a comfort.

48 AWAY IN A MANGER

[borderline-culture-is]

BPD is[vent, im sorry]

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

GOD

FUCKING DAMMIT

I was getting better I was getting better I WAS GETTING BETTER WHY

WHY WOULD YOU TEXT ME

WHAT THE FUCK

I WAS TRYING TO BE OK

IM TRYUNG SK HARD TO BE OKAY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

I JUST WANTED A FRIEND. I JUST WANTED A FRIEND

Everything is going wrong

—🐾🦈

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[yes-im-youtube-kids]

incorrect corp quotes (with my friends)

Google: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason. Google: Me too!

Pandora: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Firehouse: Bees? Pandora: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Firehouse: Wait- YTK approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly

No u don’t understand how perfect this is Applebees is just one of the names I got this first try

Incognito: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. Opera Real: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Incognito: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. SK: Edible.

when the Squad drops food Publix: Eh, oh well. Sephora: FIVE-SECOND RULE! Google: FUCK! YTK: just gets more food Opera Real: drops to their knees and mourns the food Pandora: eats the food off the ground

YTK: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Opera Real: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Opera Real: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Incognito: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Firehouse: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. YTK: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. SK: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Sephora: I hate you guys so much.

Incognito: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous. Google: What if it bites me and it dies?! Incognito: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Google, learn to listen. SK: What if it bites itself and I die? Incognito: That's voodoo. YTK: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Incognito: That's correlation, not causation. Sephora: What if we bite each other and neither of us die? Incognito: That's kinky. Publix: Oh my god.

this was rlly funny and I’m tired now I didn’t get enough caffeine today gn

@the-real-google @esrathebaard @firehouse-subs-fr @incognito-mode-official @operagxreal @spotify-kids-real @the-official-publix @real-sephora

[genericpuff]

in reference to the have you read LO poll by god have I tried but god. God...

A vicious cycle. I go okay I really do need to plow through more of it if I'm gonna hang around the ULO reddit, and then I step on the comically placed rake. I can't do a complete skip thing bc I'll be too disorientated on where I'm at in the plot but my brain only tolerates it up until she declares she's missing her dick appointment and like, girl. Please. You committed mass murder (if not genocide) and this is a slap on the wrist considering, let alone that your moms got the worse end of the deal.

Why it's that specific moment idk but the bottom just drops out for me and it's soooo fucking stupid because like, she couldn't have just... bitched about being stuck with hard labor? That's the bitchy shit I'd sort of expect from a privileged nepo baby and even barring the twue wuv story going on it's her actual biggest issue going on right then. What she's presently living out. But yeah no, horny, we gotta establish that she's horny. Okay.

Sorry about the borderline vent over it there's just enough really interesting thoughts mixed up in the pile of flaming garbage to make one go rabid if they stew on it, and you clearly get that given the rewrite. Have a good day.

omg i've had that exact sort of thing happen with me before too tho, not in quite the exact same sense of like, "wanting to take part in a community but struggling to get through the source material it's based on", but there are like, so many webtoons and manga and stories I've tried to read - after being urged to by pals and people who read them - that I've dropped after multiple attempts of trying to read them. And they're not necessarily dumpster fires like LO (though some of them definitely aren't great) it's more like I'm sitting there wondering "when's this gonna get good? when's this gonna be worth all the hype?" Tower of God is the biggest one that comes to mind, I have tried to read that webtoon on SEVERAL occasions and I just can't justify trudging through all those early episodes for it to maybe "get good". And that's not even me saying it's bad, it's just not interesting to me in the slightest. No hate to anyone who likes ToG, I think I've also sorta drifted away from shonen over the years so that's definitely not helping, but I just can't be bothered to try and read that webtoon anymore, I've given it so many attempts and I'm doing lmao Kudos to the creator though because it's a LOT of work to make a webtoon of that length and they should be proud of that.

Back on the topic of LO though, yeah, I was following the comic when that episode was still brand new and it really made us all go 🤨 because of how out-of-pocket it was. And then like an episode (or two?) later she bullied a former classmate of hers from 10 years ago at his job. That was the precedent for Persephone's character that was set for the third season of LO and it's just gotten worse as it's gone on.

Either way, if I'm being honest, you're really not missing much by skipping over the majority of S3 (like, if you made it to the dick appointment episode before giving up then you're already pretty close to the current point in the story). Like I'm not gonna lie, you could easily skip up to the midseason cutoff point because everything leading up to that is just a bunch of nothing. Hades and Persephone get married and it's the most underwhelming scene ever despite it being the moment people had been waiting years for, also they 'adopt' Dionysus but he's barely in the comic except for when Rachel remembers he's a character so you could also get by on minimal details. Oh yeah, and it turns out Demeter had a kid during the 10 year time skip who we see in like two episodes and then proceeds to get fridged forever.

So yeah, as much as I'd recommend people read LO as a sort of "entry ticket" into the crit community surrounding it, S3 is a lot of nothing and you would frankly not miss out on a thing if you skimmed it or skipped the middle portion of it entirely lmao

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I have come to draw parallels between Vil and Riddle! Cause I try to keep my main blog as mainly reblogs

Riddle and Vil both grew up in strict homes, while Riddle’s was more abusive in the strictness, we can’t forget how many celebrities children are forced by the public to jump through hoops just for who their parents are. Neither had many friends (someone pointed out Vil told the story of Jack taking him to see the northern lights, so Jack is a sort of friend at the very least!) but neither seemed to get close to others very easily. They mostly talked about their parents when they discuss their childhood, meaning both were very isolated, for different reasons yes, but still isolated.

They are both viewed as pillars by so many, they force themselves, they have both been forced to grow up so fast, to become leaders of their peers because what else are they supposed to do? Riddle’s parents are both well known doctors, while Vil’s father is a well known actor.

Neither can show much weakness, as they are pillars, but they also just don’t allow themselves to. Mainly because of judgment, from paparazzi and parents (though I think Vil’s father did his best, being a celebrity means very little time to one’s self, much less time for their family) the only weakness we truly saw in them was during and after their overblots.

Neither are selfish though! Strict, and sometimes ruthless but never selfish! Both are known to coach and teach their dorm members, Riddle keeps tabs on ALL of their grades! And Heartslaybul is said to be the largest dorm! Vil makes personalized skin care routines and diets for all of his dorm members! They both push their dorm members to be the best they can be, and while they may be a bit over the top in some cases, they truly care.

Both put MAJOR emphasis on outward appearances, most likely because of having been judged their entire lives, one stray hair can cause the house of cards to cascade down upon them. They want everyone to feel proud of how they look, Riddle putting emphasis to show pride in one’s dorm through the uniform, and Vil to show pride in oneself through EVERYTHING!

Both had basically single parent households. Nothing against single parents! Vil’s father I KNOW pushed himself so hard to provide for his son, working long hours, and helping Vil learn of proper healthcare at a young age! Riddle’s family dynamic is a bit more complicated as his mother kept him isolated from his own father is seems, though she was also trying to provide what she thought was best. (Honestly, I blame Riddle’s father for most of his issues because he never stepped up against his wife for the treatment of their son. Like, take your family to therapy dude! Can’t you see what is happening!?!)

Both are also SO proud! Head held high, just having that aura of authority. They know they are good at what they do, but going back to the weakness point, neither are comfortable with what they ARENT good at. Most people can say they suck at certain things; math, art, ect, while Riddle and Vil can’t bring themselves to admit that, if they suck at something they push themselves until they’ve mastered it (much like Azul)

I could keep going if I tried, but my cat is demanding play time…

GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOUR BRAIN IS JUST SK FUCKIMG BIG I WANT TO MAKE PIT WITH IT

[attourney-at-lycan]

@oopbackinmymcdphase helur is me

SHADOW KNIGHT GARROTH OMG I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS SORRY FOR THR LONG ASK I BURDEN YEE WITH BRAINROT

So I can see Lord Malik being like this moral figure Garroth clung onto after he left Okh'assis, so once he gets killed off the guards start using less than savory tactics to keep the village alive. And that's around the time Zenix starts as an official guard and since he's a shadow knight he's THRIVING. But the village folk and other lords are suspicious (stealing Okh'assian guards uniforms and dragging bodys in the back alleys is probably not chill with the Irene girlies either) so they've always got that thick air of suspense when they're with the people they're trying to protect. So less than unpopular . And Garroth wants to be good he really does , but he also doesn't want his son to starve while they pray at an altar that's doesn't seem to be doing anything.

Then Aph shows up so they have to start doing the dirty dealings away from her prying eyes but her influence is affecting them. A Lot less bloody interrogations. The village isn't just surviving it's growing it's great :D

Then all the usual bs starts up like Brendan getting shot , garroth getting shot ect. Garroth is working 24/7 with a major injury but fear mongering is running rampant so nobody trusts the traitors teacher.

Then shadow knight garroth idk how but it happens. He's joined a small group of shadow knights with Zenix and they truly embrace the violence and carnage. But there's also like this sense of bonding within it? Like they're just survivng but maybe they can thrive while they survive cuz that's just how Shad made them. And they've got this hive mind/pack dynamic it's just so familial in the chaos I love it. Very animalistic . Just bonding through surviving.

SMALLER THINGS BUT STILL

-VLAD?!?!?! What's going on there.

- WHAT IF APHMAU + GARROTH AND ZENIX REUNION? Is she bitter cuz they left did they miss her at all THE IRENE THING DOES IT FACTOR IN?

-Dadroth lives in my heart always so he is still a dad. A dad who will rip out a man's throat with his teeth but still. I want him to sew banners for the rebellion and train the younger sk's it be so cute.

-They're just walking through those weird nether jungles and every second it's just "are we there yet?" "I will turn this battalion around >:("

“garroth wants to be a good person” STOPPPPPPPPP GOD INFUCKING HATE THE ‘I WANT TO BE A GOOD PERSON BUT MY LOVE FOR SOMEONE IS ABOVE MY MORALS’ TROPE (loves it) IT HURTS SO MUCHHH

i love the fucking little headcanons too..

maybe smthn smthn vylad and garroth have falling outs as sk’s bc vylad tried so hard to help garroth and his village but while it worked out somewhat.. garroth still turned around and fucked shit up… 🧎

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ufo 50 and dark souls part 3:

much like with gta or call of duty, everyone was trying to make a souls game, or just shoving aspects where they didn't belong. as far as indie games go, i'll use shovel knight as an example. it's a fine game, i like sk. but when you die, you lose gold and have to go back to where you died and pick it back up, or risk losing it forever. it was so unnecessary, and added stress and anxiety for no reason. yet there it was. it never woulda been there without souls, and woulda made for a better game overall. not a huge deal, but then you have games like hollow knight which is an amazing game but def starts to get tedious to unplayable later. or blasphemous which is just AWFUL from the start.

and of course, there's all those reprehensible pos soulslikes that bigger companies tried to make without understanding that the only reason souls got away with so much of it's bullshit is it had insanely good art, lore, and aesthetics. but that aside, you also had souls elements seeping into other big series. like take zelda botw. there's zero doubt in my mind that souls wasn't a huge inspiration, anyone trying to argue otherwise would be a fool. the last decade or so of the series was very lenient with it's challenge, but suddenly in botw things will kill you left and right. i'm not trying to say botw or totk are as hard as souls, but the influence is obviously there. and it makes for a worse game. the whole "weapons break easily" system is dumb. the whole thing they do with food is maybe even worse, semi unlimited healing means the devs can't balance the combat properly, and it was a shitty bandaid solution for an unnecessary problem.

this is what i'm saying. dark souls has really really hurt the whole gaming landscape, to an intensity that i've never seen before. and the good souls elements are usually ignored in favor of "make game hard, profit". and while i don't think ufo 50 will ever be as influential as souls? it's making huge waves in the indie scene. it's gonna change the indie landscape for sure. but idk if it'll be for the right reasons. are people months from now gonna be talking about moon cat or porgy or pilot quest? or are they just gonna be doing speedruns of barbuta?? in my head, all the fun games will probably be old news, and what's gonna be left is all the brutal stuff. all those artificially and needlessly hard games.

and it makes me wary. i really like ufo 50, i'm fine with half the games being bad, and talk to my friends about how cool the game is. but is it gonna negatively affect my hobby in the future? idk. like, i was the biggest demons souls fan you'd ever meet back then. but now i feel stupid. now i feel like i should have called the game out for it's shit and not just focused on the good parts. elden ring was a great example of a half "top 20 of all time", half awful. but then they made the followup dogshit overhard dlc and ruined the name, and it's like "oh god, there's another 10 years of shitty games if this does well".

i think people like to pretend that everything is in this sort of bubble. but i can safely say as somebody who has been playing games for 40 years that, no, these kinds of things can have an overwhelming effect on the hobby.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, how do you think the other supporting characters' (who have pony counterparts that is) outfits on Equestria Girls were with Celestia, Luna, the CMC, Cadance, Trixie, Starlight Glimmer, Big Mac, Lyra, Bon Bon, DJ Pon 3, Maud Pie, Zephyr Breeze, Cranky Doodle, Snips, Snails, Shining Armor, Photo Finish, Bulk Biceps, Granny Smith, Miss Cheerilee, Octavia Melody, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Derpy?

Okay let's go down the line!

Celestia - I like this! It fits her tbh. I do laugh a little at how they tried to make the crown in her hair by giving her these little cowlicks.

Luna - I'm like 90% fine with Luna's outfit but I just. Why??? Why did they change her skin tone?? She's so light!! What happened??? Like I know some characters got a touch lighter compared to the pony's coats, but Luna's one of the ones who got it the worst

CMC - putting them together because honestly I like all their default outfits. I think maybe Applebloom's is a touch plain, but if that's my biggest criticism...

Cadence - Hers is.... alright. Like it looks good on her, but it's also a work uniform designed to match-but-stand-out from the Crystal Prep looks, so we don't see as much of Cadence herself in the design. I'm not sure what I'd put her in for something more casual.

Trixie - She is perfect 10/10. I love her main outfit, but I also 100% ADORE her look in Rainbow Rocks.

Starlight - I don't like this look. Don't get me wrong, it's a great outfit! Just not for Starlight. Like she's an ex-cult leader learning how to actually make friends why does she look like she's about to chill at a skatepark?

Big Mac - Almost perfect but why??? With the skintone again???? Like some people argue that they changed it to avoid a racism thing because 'red sk*n' is a slur against Native Americans but that's a stretch and doesn't make sense for many reasons.

Lyra - I do not like this one. The pink is a bit too clashing for a main color(I'd allow it for an accent/accessory but not the main shirt and boots) and wtf are those shorts?

Bon Bon - This one's cute! The white might be a touch too overwhelming, but it's still cute!

DJ Pon-3 - Perfection! I love her!

Maud - tbh they literally just took her pony counterpart's dress and it 100% vibes with her. Perfect no notes.

Zephyr - he looks absolutely awful but in a good way because it fits his character's vibes oh my GOD he's a loser. Like if you showed me him with no context, ofc my first guess would be 'couch-surfing stoner who eventually became a hairdresser'.

Cranky - his actual /face/ looks so weird because they're trying hard to bring in the donkey look, but his clothing choices match him well.

Snips - very generic but he looks like a typical kid of that age

Snails - a bit more personality compared to Snips, making him a touch more awkward, but still quite generic.

Shining Armor - no. Just. Idk. I feel like Cadence probably dressed him so he'd look nice for that meeting with Principal Cinch but she did it by raiding his dad's closet. I don't think he'd look too messy ofc, considering the Pony is a Guard Captain the Human is probably military or police, but what they gave him doesn't quite work and it shouldn't be something he wears casually.

Photo Finish - Like Maud, they just took her Pony Counterpart's dress and put it on a Human. So it 100% works and is designed to vibe with her.

Bulk - Absolutely on brand

Granny Smith - Her design itself is a bit off to me because her pony self is very thin but her human self is fat? It's weird. But the outfit itself is nice. Very 'granny' vibes.

Cheerilee - The design itself is weird because it's another one where they fucked with the colors, this time switching her hair and skintone? But the outfit is very cute and good to convey 'teacher' vibes. I think my biggest complaint (other than the color switch) is that there's not much to differentiate her as being a teacher instead of another student. (then again.... considering Big Mac is apparently still a student, maybe she is too?)

Octavia - See here's a character where 'nerd prep' works! Great design!

Diamond Tiara - yellow is not the right color for her. It's. It doesn't look right. It's too much. I like the outfit otherwise, just switch the yellow for maybe a blue or purple.

Silver Spoon - absolutely adorable no notes!

Derpy - Adorable. The colors seem a touch off, but it kinda vibes with her personality. Unfortunately she commits the penultimate sin of socks and sandals.

[spiritumantophila]

IF UR STILL DOIN THE ASK MEME: Twp eri foor 25, 30, 33.. C for 47, 17, 2 ANNDD sk for 19, 54, and 24 (feel free 2 skip questions if u wanna I am just staring w/big eyes)

HI YEAS THANK U FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Being completely honest Princess Eri's bug knowledge has NOTHING to do with the direct plot and just the symbolism. at least their medical freak still has some story relevance but theyre really just cutie crawlie obsessed for no reason. and we love them for it idc!

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

Princess Eri takes all failures personally and hard, unfortunately ..!!!! I'd say since their job is being a princess and they feel their existence is so linked to that, the line between "personal" and "professional" mistakes is kinda blurred when it comes to them. A failure as the princess is a failure as a person in their eyes.

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

Princess Eri has a bit more tact and knows to not let every emotion slip through, so they become overly polite (if not slightly condescending) to people they dislike (you can thank a certain someone for that!). A great example would be when Eri meets Prince Mortimer (OC by @/nilovalentine) and is so annoyed by his attitude they have to force a smile every time they greet each other out of etiquette. Since the arc in which they meet each other is through Administrator Chun Tao's POV, she's quick to notice Eri's face immediately dropping to a sneer when they're out of view.

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

(This is for Seekers C i assume) C's family (particularly her parents) were known for being loyal to the Sumulongs, and C herself was a well-performing student at her school. While C spent most of her school years attached at Parz's hip and shy to anyone else, there was probably a student or two that was envious of her status, intelligence, and proximity to a member of a House. Some of them probably recognized her name after she received acclaim as a member of GADA.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

For the longest time, C was overly conscious of the vampire bites on his neck, worried someone would question where exactly he lies between the boundary of the dead and the living. While he used to cover his neck up, he's become less worried these days, but his eyes are still drawn to the two small puncture wounds when he sees himself in the mirror. Others are more likely to notice how.. desaturated? she looks compared to other tieflings, which is also linked to her dhampir status. Also her god-awful posture. Shrimp thang.

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Pretty strictly. C is used to having professional and impersonal relationships with people being a detective, so they're the type to only call you a friend if you've called them a friend first and they feel that title was "earned" through trust or enjoyment of companionship.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Funnily enough, The Storykeeper would pretend it HASN'T been avoiding them. Playing games, teasing as always, asking them how they've been. It'd be terribly hard to tell its blood is running cold.

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

The Storykeeper would probably freeze, but in a 'I'm not gonna try to defend myself bc this is probably what was meant to happen to me' way.

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Sure they did, but it was the cookie no one wanted anyway! It was probably some discard experimental flavor cookie that no one liked the taste of. But The Storykeeper loves to eat weird things! Like dryad bloo(gets impaled with a seam ripper)