#I do gotta be mindful of glaze and stuff

[catgirl-or-furry]

As someone who does pottery but doesn't like making things that won't be put to use somehow, I'm opening applications for plant friend. I'm not great at pottery, but that gives my pots charm. And whatever my skill, I know what's practical.

TIP:

This holiday season, if you know someone who likes house plants,

DON'T

get them a houseplant. DO NOT.

instead, get them a NICE, MEDIUM-LARGE, AESTHETIC, BOTTOM-DRAINING, INDOOR

POT.

that is what they want. that is what they dream of. ok? thats what will be most useful and appreciated. in fact, if you can, get them a CUTE MATCHING SET. OF POTS!!!! NOT PLANTS, POTS!!!!!!!!

they may be more excited initially about the plant. that is true. but a pot is a gift that they will go home and use to upsize one of their already beloved houseplants, and every time they look at it they will remember how much they appreciate you.

HOUSEPLANT:

- they already have so many

- needs to be watered

- takes up window space

- comes in a pot thats already too small, needs to be upsized, costing money

- can die

AESTHETIC POT

- lets them care for an existing plant they own

- they will be grateful every time they see it in their home

- does not take up window space not already occupied by a plant

- can be wrapped without dying or spilling dirt everywhere

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 26

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You fall asleep somewhere between the Humphrey Bogart classic and the Tom Hanks-Meg Ryan romcom. It all blends together inside your eyelids as the world glazes over behind the wall of your subconscious. The black-and-white and vibrant technicolor merge and storm around the images of reality; a courthouse, the smell of grass, and a constricting pressure around your middle. 

A rippling sensation spreads down your thigh as you slowly rouse from sleep. The worn couch cushions have you stiff as you lay on your side, one leg extended as warmth rests just above your knee. Your eyes slit as the TV continues to play, an early morning news show localised to another district. You yawn and scratch your ear as the world comes into focus. 

You don’t remember laying down. You only know one moment you were nestled into the corner and the next, you’re waking up like this. You fell another tickle on your leg and look down at the weight there. Steve’s hand lays on your thigh carelessly as his head hangs back over the back of the couch, his knees wide as his body is slack. He snores up at the ceiling, his other hand on your ankle. 

You turn slowly, careful not to disturb him as you pull your leg away from him. He wakes anyway, his head jerking up as he latches onto your calf, squeezing before he lets you go, and grumbles as he rubs his cheeks. He shakes his head. 

“Mm, oh, morning already,” he mutters as he leans forward, reaching back to touch his lower back, “umph,” he leans against the armrest, “good new, at least, my couch is a lot comfier.” 

He chortles and slides to the edge of the cushion. His jaw tenses before he stands, stretching his legs straight under him as he shifts from one foot to the other. He angles so you can only see his back as he rolls his shoulders. He tugs at the front of his pajamas then glances back at you. 

“Sweetie, you okay?” He asks. 

You nod as you hug your knees and stare down at the couch. The old floral pattern is worn out and you can feel the springs poking up. Still, the idea of getting rid of it is unsettling. 

“This was my grandma’s couch,” you murmur. 

“Aw, I know, sweetie, sorry, I didn’t mean--” he nears and sits back down, dragging his knuckle up your pant leg, toying with the fabric as he watches you, “you must’ve loved her, huh?” 

“I... yeah,” you shrug. 

“If you wanna keep it, how about we put it in your room?” 

“What?” you tilt your head, “my room?” 

“Well, yeah, you can take the guest room. Makes sense, right? Lots more room there. We’ll have to toss a few things but we’ll make it work. And you can put your art stuff in the studio, I don’t mind sharing.” 

“Mm, okay, I guess, I...” you look down at the couch then at him. “You can get rid of it.” 

“Hm?” 

“The couch,” you turn, slipping away from him. “It��s old.” 

“If it means something to you.” 

“Not really,” you stand and shuffle away from him. “I’m going to get dressed.” 

“Right, uh, yeah,” the coach groans beneath him as he stands again, “I’ll check on mom.” 

There’s stolid silence lingering between you, as if he expects a response. You just continue on to the doorway and he clears his throat.  

“Got some running around to do today, calls to make,” he says, “gotta get at em.” 

You nod and hum but offer him nothing else. You’re tired and disoriented by the disjointed night. Your head is brittle from the lack of sleep and the uncomfortably thin couch cushions. 

“Make sure you come and have breakfast with us, huh? I’ll be going into town soon to sort out the bill with hospital and ask about nursing options.” 

“Okay,” you utter and turn down the hallway. 

It’s a lot. You don’t think you could deal with it alone. It almost makes you thankful for all of it, yet it all still feels very strange. 

🏠

You offer to clean up after breakfast as Steve gets ready to leave and your mom reclines on the sectional in the front room. She looks out of it, more than you’ve ever seen her. She was quiet as you ate and looked sickened by each bite. She almost begged Steve to let her lay down. 

As Steve grabs his keys, he seems reluctant to leave. It’s as if he wants you to say something, to do something, but you can’t figure out his expectations. That will be a new worry. No longer do you have to keep your mother happy, but her husband will be just another task. 

The front door closes as you scrub and rinse. You forego the dishwasher and make sure to handwash each dish, taking your time if only to keep busy. You dry up and stack the plates away, put the glasses in neat rows, and sort out the utensils. 

You go to check on your mom. Her eyes are closed and her hand is on her chest. She looks so still you can’t even see her breathing. You cross the room and hover just on the other side of the arm rest, staring at her. Your heart patters nervously as you stare at her chest. 

“What do you want?” She growls and opens a single eyelid. 

“N-nothing, just... checking on you. You... want a coffee?” You offer, hoping to appease her with a dose of caffeine. 

“Should,” she yawns and frames her forehead with her thumb and fingers, leaning against the side of the couch, “goddamn, I’m so tired.” 

You briskly return to the kitchen. You use what grounds are left over in the fancy grinder. You’ve never used one before and it kind of scares you. You measure them out and put the water on, waiting before the machine as you bob on your feet. 

When at last you have enough for a mug, you pour the coffee and add the cream as your mother likes it. As you come out, you hear her snoring. Her arm is slung over her face as her mouth hangs open and her breath catches in her throat. You know better than to wake her so you leave the cup on the coffee table and retreat. 

You’re too restless to stay inside. This isn’t your home. No matter how Steve tries to convince you, you just can’t get used to the idea. He might be nice but it just doesn’t feel right. It’s all so fast. Too fast. 

You sit on the top step and stare out at the street. You cup your chin and watch the sky. The clouds are wispy and curl into each other as the sun blazes down. Your vision blurs as the intense lights causes your eyes to water and you stare into the endless above. 

You glance over at your mom’s house. You want to run over and hide away in your room. You can’t. You have to be there for mom at least until Steve comes back. 

As figure strolls up along the walk and your eyes flick up. You brace yourself for the disproving glare of an HOA minion but instead, find a friendly face. Peter smiles as he stops in front of your mom’s gate and puts his hand on the door. He sees you and waves. 

“Hey, what’re you doing over there?” He asks as he jiggles the gate then strides towards Steve’s house. 

“Um...” you drone and shrug, standing as he nears the edge of Steve’s lawn. You meet him at the low gate and stop across from him, “I sort of... I think I live here now.” 

“You think? Sort of?” He muses. 

“Yeah, uh, my mom... got married?” 

“You don’t sound so sure about that,” he chuckles. “Everything okay?” 

You turn your lips downward and turn out your hands, “sure.” 

“Wow, I’m convinced,” he says dryly. 

“Sorry, I--” 

The toot of a car horn interrupts you and Peter turns to watch as Steve pulls into the drive. Your chest thumps wildly. You’re not doing anything wrong but you feel like you are. 

He gets out and puts a hand up. He comes around the corner of the fence and approaches Peter, “hey, kiddo, you making friends?” 

Steve’s eyes are focused on Peter even as he speaks to you. The shorter, younger man faces him and offers a hand, “hello, sir, I’m Peter. Old friend.” 

“Oh?” Steve’s eyes scale up and down Peter’s figure, “she never mentioned.” 

“Well, just moved back to the neighbourhood, you know?” Peter grins, his eyes twinkling as if something’s funny. Steve peers between the two of you.  

“Mm, that’s nice,” Steve shakes his hand and you see his knuckles pale as he shakes it firmly, “Steve.” 

“New dad, got it,” Peter chirps and the older man’s cheek ticks. 

“Mm,” he squints as his square jaw clenches, “well, Pete,” he nearly spits, “her mom’s not doing too well so she’s a bit busy. Aren’t you, kiddo?” 

He looks at you and you look at Peter. You nod and look away guiltily, “yeah.” 

“Well then, Pete,” Steve releases Peter’s hand and claps his shoulder, “think you should be on your way.” 

“Right,” Peter nods and turns to you, “sorry to hear about your mom. Hope she feels better. See ya round.” He puts up three fingers in a half-wave, “see ya, Steve.” 

He steps past Steve, brushing close as he does, and marches off with a spring in his step. The older man turns to glare after him. You don’t know why he’s so bothered, Peter’s nice enough. Well, maybe Peter isn’t the issue. 

“Sorry, mom’s sleeping so I came out here--” 

“Come on,” he interjects as he lets himself through the gate, “did you give her her meds?” 

You frown as you scurry ahead of him. You didn’t. You thought he had. Oh no. 

[snoopyana]

one night.

the sequel.

“can i be with you just one night? i can wear you out inside.”

in which you meet eunseok at a basketball game, after your boyfriend, wonbin, left you alone during a heated argument— and eunseok swoops in to temporarily take his spot.

song eunseok. smut. darkish? eunseok drops his whole “i care for you” facade and blames you for the whole situation in the end.

everyone knew what was going on behind the bleachers. it wasn’t necessarily a private place to argue. definitely not to argue about you eyeing his teammates a bit too long for wonbins liking. you had no ill intention behind your gaze, but he thought otherwise. his voice gradually rising in volume when you denied having any interest in any of the other guys. it was almost as if he wanted to say you had a thing for his members.

“oh my god, what’s your problem??” you cut the man off mid-sentence. the bickering had gone on for so long that his members would peek their heads in to make sure anything was alright. “my problem? my problem is how you were basically glazing them with your eyes.” that was far from the truth, and he knew it. wonbin only said that once he finally saw the other men listening in.

“are you SERIOUS right now? you ASKED me to come and watch you guys practice and that’s what i’m doing. do you expect me to only look you? god forbid i’m not an airhead all the time and actually act interested in what’s happening around me??” wonbin stared at you dumbfounded. his eyes blown, fist clenched. “i’m done.” walking past his teammates, he snatched up his duffel bag before storming out the gym.

rubbing your temple, you finally let go of your emotions. eyes stinging as the argument looped in your mind. “oh my fucking god.” slipped past your lips as you made your way from underneath the bleachers. quickly being were surrounded by the rest of his team and bombarded with “are you okay?” which only tipped you over the edge. going from a small stream running down your cheeks to full crocodile tears.

their words quickly turning into hesitant hugs as you broke down in the middle of the court. eunseok lead you over back to the bleachers, this time to sit down and most importantly — calm down. the others stood in a semicircle around you two. you face falling into the palms of your hands as you continued your small emotional crisis. silence followed as eunseok rubbed your back, the others standing there simply for emotional relief. looking at their phones, sungchan was the first to speak up.

“hey, we gotta get going. but if you ever need anything, i’m pretty sure we’d all be willing to help. right? just call or text.” his sentence was followed by a bunch of “mhms” and head nods. stepping over to your side, sungchan ruffled your hair before walking to pick up his stuff. signaling for the rest to follow. “you coming eunseok?” anton turned back to you two, realizing eunseok was still seated. “no, she still needs a way to get home, wonbin had driven them here and clearly he left already.”

nodding his head, anton waved goodbye to his friend, giving you another glance before letting the door close behind him. the buzz from the overhead lights and your sniffles echoed through the open area. he continued to draw circles on your back until light cries and sniffles turned into light breathing. searching his pockets, eunseok pulled out his phone. ‘8:46PM’ stared back at him. it had been close to an hour since wonbin stormed out, and 20 minutes since the boys left.

as he looked at his screen, he could feel your body shift. finally lifting your head up from your hands — glancing over, eunseok put his phone down to move small pieces of hair that stuck to your face. wiping your cheeks with the back of his hand as well. “you alright now? i can take you home or we can just sit a little longer.” moving his hand from your back to your shoulder. “i don’t wanna,” you spoke in between sniff ,” see him right now.” it had completely slipped his mind, you two lived together. “oh yeah, sorry. i can just drive you around if you want.”

giving him a quick nod, eunseok helped you to your feet — slipping his hand around your waist as he led you out the building and into the parking lot. opening the passenger door for you, he made sure you were situated before going to his respective seat. starting the vehicle, the first part of the drive was filled with silence and eunseok making random turns as you stared out the window.

“so,” he finally decided to break the silence after nearly 10 minutes, “what happened back there?” coming to a stop, the red from the light illuminated your face. “he was being fucking stupid. saying i was ‘checking you guys out’ when i was just watching.” huffing, you let your head fall back onto the seat. “like does he not trust me around other dudes or something? but if i started to act like that when he’s around women i’d be in the wrong!” crossing your arms under your chest as you thought about the whole situation. tears threatening to roll down your face for the second time tonight. “hey its okay, calm down.” reaching over, he rubbed your leg — thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“god. i swear he just wants me to cheat or something.” looking ahead, you took notice to eunseoks’ now still hand. eyes darting over to him, his eyes were glued to the road. “what’s stopping you?” the question caught you by surprise. “because i..”

you wanna say love him. don’t you?

eunseok pulled into a vacant lot. “because you what? you love him?” he was now facing you, waiting for a response. eunseoks hand lingering on your thigh. you sat in silence.

spit it out. you don’t. at least not right now.

“no. i.. i don’t.” humming in response, eunseok leaned over the center console. lips ghosting yours. he stayed like that in silence, his eyes glued to your lips. you were quick to close the distance. lips colliding with his.

when was the last time you felt this way? this desperate. how would wonbin feel if he saw you right now?

eunseoks hands found their way your neck, pushing you closer into him. his lips curling into a smile when you whined. pulling away, a quiet snicker slipped from his lips as you caught your breath. eyes blown and lips already puffy. “get in the back.” opening the car door, eunseok walked to the back while you quickly crawled through the center. once he was seated, he tapped his lap — which you eagerly sat down in. thighs on the sides of his while his arms stretched over your waist.

it’s not too late to stop you know.

pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, his lips found their way back to yours. feeling a little more relaxed, arms wrapping around his neck. a few minutes passed before the sound of your phone buzzing snapped you out of your trance. reaching for your purse, eunseok started to grind his hips into yours.

it’s him, isn’t it?

guilt started to kick in, this is cheating. “he’s asking where i am..” looking at eunseok, your eyes quickly started to gloss over. “tell him you went to a friends house. he doesn’t need to know you’re with me.” there was hesitation in your eyes, but you did as he said. throwing your phone to the side, his lips found yours again. a slight tremble in your touch while your hands snaked through his hair, and he noticed. his hand slipped under your shirt, massaging the skin — while his other cupped your cheeks.

it felt so intimate. would wonbin do this? did wonbin do this?

that feeling would quickly fade as eunseoks’ once gentle hands roughly pulled at your jeans. helping him, you tugged at the material, pushing it down until they laid on the car seat. pushing you to sit on his knees, the man pulled his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring up. “come on, we gotta make it quick.”

he seemed so much pushier now, what happened?

shuffling up to his lap once more, eunseok spits in his palm. giving his cock a few pumps before tapping onto your thighs — causing your body to automatically hover over his. lining himself up, the male pushed you down onto his hard-on. the stretch being even more intense from the lack of prep.

seems like he doesn’t care anymore.

he was now buried deep inside your cunt, giving you the bare minimum of time to adjust before snapping his hips into yours. eunseoks head resting in the nook of your neck — biting at the skin. “hey, no.. no marks.” but did he listen? of course not. biting harder as his pace increased. he didn’t even bother to talk to you. wasn’t this supposed to be distressing you? why aren’t you enjoying it as much now?

he was quick to finish, pulling out and jerking his way to his own climax. but you hadn’t reached yours. opening your mouth to speak, your words were cut off before they could even come out. “he’s outside, hurry up and get out so you can go home.” pushing your body onto the seat next to him, eunseok was quick to stuff himself back into his pants. opening the car door, wonbin stood just outside. eunseok slipped out, standing next to the other male. a small smile plastered on his lips — your lip gloss coating his face.

“this is your fault by the way. should have gone home.”

note- hii. i wanted to try and venture out of my comfort zone a little with my writing style AND themes. nothing too intense for now. i kinda liked writing this though. i will say it’s not one of my best works but hey, we live and we learn. if you guys enjoyed, please do tell me. i’d love to hear some feedback. also, can we tell i’m a little head-over-heels for car sex? like woah.

note 2- ALSO, took me less than 10 days to write another fic? are we proud of me guys? i feel like thats an accomplishment, im getting more confident in my craft.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Js thought of a real good lo’ak Drabble so now I gotta share it with the pookies🥰

Smut under the cut, ‼️MDNI‼️…Enjoy the Drabble😚

Perv!Lo’ak stealing your panties while you clean your room, so you punish him for it…

Cleaning your room while lo’ak is sitting on your bed, and while separating your clothes you mindlessly place your panties right next to him. Not even thinking twice about it, while he was thinking of which pair he wanted to ruin with his cum the most.

As you were turned around, he quickly grabs the pretty purple pair of panties with a rhinestone shaped heart on the right side of them and stuffs them into his loincloth before you could notice.

You walk towards the bed to put the pile of socks and panties away before realizing one of your favorite pairs is missing. Immediately putting two and two together you look at lo’ak, who has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Lo’ak.” You demand, not even needing to specify on what you were asking of him.

“Mamas.” He retorts, looking down at your small frame with hooded eyes.

Slowly you place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. “Wanna tell me where my panties went, babyboy?” You coo, making his tail sway excitedly and ears twitch at your tone. “Mhm, no clue, mama.” Smart-ass. He thinks he’s so funny.

“Oh, really?” You replied while slowly crawling into his lap, tracing your hand down his toned stomach,then to his v-line, and then into his loincloth. Feeling the lacey fabric of your panties against his hard on, your faces inches apart.

He shudders at the feeling of your soft fingers against his dick, making him whine lowly. “Then what’s this, sweet boy?” You question, dangling the lace on your pointer finger. A soft blush appears on his face, mind already hazy from the sound of your voice and feeling of your soft, wet pussy rubbing up and down his cock steadily.

Before he could answer you shove the fabric into his face, making him moan at the scent of you two mixed together. You take his loincloth off quickly, pulling your shorts to the side in the process too.

You press your warm puffy lips up against his dick, the juices leaking from you making it way too easy to slide up and down against him.

He whines and squirms under you pathetically, tail thrashing around violently the more you rock your hips against his sensitive cock.

“What a dirty boy. Can’t ask mommy nicely to have her panties? Couldn’t control yourself, huh?” You taunt, guiding his tip toward your greedy hole. His cock twitches and jumps at your words, letting out helpless little muffled sobs of ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry, m-mama!’.

You sink down onto him slowly taking him right back out, doing the same thing over and over until he finally comes up with words in his foggy brain. He taps your hips frantically, letting you know he wanted to speak. “P-please mama! Fuck!-Please I’m sorry-ah!~ for taking your panties without-hah~asking, I won’t do it again I promise.” He cry’s out, brain short circuiting from the feeling of your cunt squeezing his weeping tip so tight.

You let out comforting coos and praises of “it’s ok, sweet boy” and “so good for mama, aren’t you?” , making him let out a stream of content purrs.

Without warning you slam down onto him, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of his huge cock filling up your small pussy to the brim. The pace you set is ruthless, using him to reach your high, causing him to let out the prettiest noises and pleas. The feeling of being used proving wayy too much for your sweet boy.

Obscene skin slapping nosies and lewd moans filled the room, the both of you getting drunk off of each other because of it.

You glance at his face to be met with a completely fucked out expression, he was looking at you but his eyes were completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open slightly, brows tightly knit together and ears pinned to his skull. You could even see a faint gleam of tears on his waterline, oh so close to spilling over from the stimulation you were giving him.

Beautiful wasn’t even the right word to describe him right now, he looked completely breathtaking to you.

His tail wraps around your thigh tightly, one of the telltale signs that he was close. You giggle softly before rasing two of your small fingers up to his puffy lips, pressing them into his mouth firmly. Almost immediately he gets to work, tounge dancing around your fingers sloppily. “I know, baby, I know. Need you to be a good boy and cum for me, ok? Can you do that for me?”

His cock twitches rapidly at your words, breathing turning erratic and hips stuttering before he spills his warm, sticky load into you. You moan softly at the feeling of being even more full. Your pace turning quick and sloppy as you get closer to your peak.

Tears spill over his face as the overstimulation hits him, gripping your hips desperately as you use him to get yourself off. “P-please..no..no-fuck!~hah..m-more, mama. Please..” his tone was soft and breathless, making your demeanor melt slightly. “Awh, you poor baby. Mommy is just so mean to you, isn’t she?” You tease, clenching around him harshly just to see his eyes roll back into his head as he buck his hips up into you.

The sight makes you moan softly before you wrap your hand around his throat to kiss him passionately, his hips messily trying to match the pace of your hips. The feeling of his tip kissing your sweet spot makes both of you cum instantly, moaning and panting into each others mouths feverishly.

Once you finally recollect yourself, you slide off of him. Grabbing the your panties to rub them against your spent cunt, completely covering them in both of your juices.

Lo’ak is still completely out of it, looking at you with a disoriented expression. You glance at him with a loving smile before rubbing the slick fabric against his sensitive tip, making him whimper at the sudden stimulation.

You leave a trail of kisses from his lips, to his ear before nipping at the tip of it gently. “Next time, just ask, babyboy.” You say innocently before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek before you continue clean your room.

Leaving him a dazed, spent mess, cock still hard and twitching against the purple fabric.

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A/N~ Not my best work but that’s ight🤷🏽‍♀️ there’s better things to come bookies I promise 🩷 also I lowkey half proofread this, so mb if there’s mistakes😕 but this is probably one of the last things you guys are gonna get from me before I (most likely) go ghost bc of midterms and essays I have to do. But after that I’ll start writing all of the ideas I have🩷. Also may have based the panties in this off of my own so, do with you want with that😉 stay safe and hydrated bbys💞

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11~

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[missdaytonawrites]

tr@ck 07 • e. williams

summary - perv!ellie hc's!

WC - 1k

cw/tw - as always, MDNI! 18+ content, ellie williams is a DAWG lmao, afab!reader, hyper-fem coded!reader, dub-con, mentions of marijiuana and paraphernalia, smut smut smuuuut, talk of strap-ons, fingering (r!receiving) and more lol.

A/N - hey slay queens and kings and things, no i dont want to talk about the phantom fic lolsies maybe one day i'll just quit bringing it up! this is to tie you nasty bitches over while i work on this little surprisssseeeeeeeee oooooohhh. and also! yes i am abbys specialest little princess but i love me some of ellie. so here! maybe this will be the catalyst for an ellabs fic

"met a girl who likes my body, said she wants to break your teeth."

• its already established within the tlou community, that ellie williams is a PERV! but like.. in my head? shes pervy like..

• she stares for just a little too long when you change in front of her. literally has to talk herself down from letting at a low whistle upon seeing the swell of your breasts.

• always finds a way to get you into lingerie stores when you two go out. lowkey ends up picking out every piece you buy bc… you love listening to her.

• perv!ellie cannot watch you eat/drink certain things because of the implied sensuality. popsicles? nope. pasta? absolutely not. drinking out of a straw? she’s gotta go.

• she was 110% the first person who got you high. quickly making it a habit, because you are even more pliant when you get all stoned.

• speaking of? in addition to your astonishing obedience when ya’ get all fucked up, ellie williams cannot deny how much she loves watching you wrap your lips around a pipe.

• the first time you get high with her, your eyes glaze over and your nipples harden through your little tank. she would scoot closer and flick one, “look at that, doll!” you just giggle and she waves the pipe in front of your face. “ain't it silly the way this stuff works!”

• takes secret photos of you laughing, bending over, getting dressed.

• perv!ellie dances with you in the kitchen. dancing turns into wrestling, and she loves wrestling because of how close she gets to be to you.

• brings you around her friends to show you off, like she doesn't get upset when they very obviously eye you. ��this one’s mine. so back off..” she would tell them when one asks your relationship status.

• she sneaks little touches to your thighs or waist when you sleep.

• one night when you wake up from her touch and ask “whats goin’ on, els?” she just hushes you and tells you that “all friends do this, silly.” as she pulls you closer, spooning you. “just makin’ sure you sleep reeeal good!” later that night she def lets a few fingers slip beneath your panties.

• i’m a firm believer in the fact that ellie used to get stoned and go people-watching, used to. now she gets stoned and goes “you-watching.” like, since meeting you, her favorite pastime has become sparkin’ up, and watching you! things like picking up your room, baking, doing your makeup or hair. its all so interesting, you are so interesting.

• she steals your panties 100%. and maybe shoves them in her face when she touches herself. :0

• always finds a way to bring up sex. she will, without a doubt, ask you blatant questions about what's happening in your sex life. all she gets out of you is your detailed explanation on how you masturbate.

• you would tell her sometimes it's difficult to keep going at a certain point and that you don't think you’ve ever made yourself cum.

• and when she hears that? her eyes go wide. her mind runs rampid with filthy ideas. she feels like she's dreaming when she asks if you would show her, and you say yes..

• she could see the hesitation in your eyes at the questions first proposal… but ellie, ever the charmer, prods until she hears what she wants.

• pulling you close and hushing you, she would say: “this is normal baby, cross my heart!” then throw her hands up in defense before leaning in to close the space between you two.

• after that, her hands are everywhereee!!! on your waist, sliding up your back then down to squeeze your ass, up again to tangle in your hair and then dropping the slightest bit to cup your face.

• when she reaches further down and realizes that you aren't wearing any panties she swears you’re trying to kill her.

• “forgot how to put on panties sweetheart?” she’d chuckle at you, then spit on her fingers and resume her assault on your core.

• her fingers inside and her breath on your neck make it hard for you to speak but, even then you manage to tell her, “no! didnt forget els!” and so she laughs some more, stops touching you and prys, “well then where’d your cute little panties go, doll?”

• in that moment, you let out an exasperated breath and come clean. “hnng! they got all sticky and hot when i thought about seeing you today, so i took em’ off!!!” you sound on the verge of tears.

• perv!ellie could no longer take it, she pushes you down onto your bed and starts to work on you. slender fingers circling your clit and she bites and licks at your neck. “yeah? got all excited ‘cause i was comin’ over?”

• when you dont answer her.. she gathers up a rather obscene glob of your arousal and brings it up to swipe across your nose, like you're a little puppy in trouble.

• “i asked you a question doll, its rude to ignore people.” all you could offer her was a long, incoherent string of whines with a possible “yes!” thrown in there somewhere.

• at that point, it doesn't take her more than fifteen minutes to finger you to completion, and have her strap on and ready for you.

• ellie fucks into you with nothing but unbridled stamina. never letting up, no, how could she? shes been waiting for this.

• and god, you look like heaven personified underneath her. she was convinced she could cum on the spot from that alone.

• after about 4 orgasms from your end, ellie has to literally pull herself away from you.

• perv!ellie could stay so deep in your pussy for hours on end, she would never leave if she didn't have to. she could work on you until you saw starts.

• the little perv quickly turns into a massive simp the second your head hits her chest and your eyelids flutter.

• “n-no doll, gotta clean you up.” but she just simply cannot stop having you near her, so she carries you to the bathroom and wipes you off.

• the encounter has you woken up a bit and when she gets you back into your room she lays you down, then searches around the floor for her pants.

• pulling out a joint and a lighter, she says “can’t just fuck you like that and not smoke you out after..”

• perv!ellie sleeps like a goddamn baby that night, the taste of you still on her tounge and her head on your tummy.

hope the ellie giiirls love this! happy 4th to those who celebrate ✨

[spidersbabymamaoffical]

Cloud 9

Aged up!Spider x Fem!Human!Reader

Word | 2.0k

Warnings: NSFW(Duh), AFAB genitalia, Fingering, High Sex, Unprotected PinV, slight choking, slight cock warming, creampie

MDNI banner: @benkeibear

Divider: @cafekitsune

Being friends with healers always had perks. So when a clique of metkayina healers wanted to befriend you, you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. You were hanging out in the metal container you and spider called home on the island.  “Dude, this stuff is crazy.”

 he said, a goofy smile across his face as he laid himself back on the blanket you placed on the old tile floor. One of your friends managed to snatch some herbs from the medical tent and you and the spider decided to roll those suckers up and get high. You giggle loudly, a familiar blaze clouding your mind. “Why do you have that goofy ass smile on your face?” 

Spider looked at you, his eyes glazed over from the smoke. He couldn't help but find your laughter contagious, a smile widening on his face. "Hey, can't help it. This stuff just makes everything feel...funnier, you know?" He chuckled, his voice slightly husky. "But I gotta say, you've got a pretty cute laugh yourself. It's like music to my ears." You turn onto your side blowing smoke into his face. “Dude, you’re so full of shit.” You laugh. Spider's heart skipped a beat as you leaned over him, your body close to his. He couldn't help but notice the way your curves accentuate your figure, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

 "Full of shit, huh? Well, maybe I am. But hey, I can think of something you wanna be full of...." He smirked, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes locked with yours. “Oh, why don’t you show me~” You tease, taking another puff of the sweet herbs. Spider's eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught your teasing tone. With a sly grin, he slowly crawled closer to you, his body hovering just inches away from yours. He took the joint from your hand, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply before leaning down connecting your lips before blowing the smoke in your mouth. You gasp and grip his shoulders as the taste of the herbs transfers from his tongue to yours. Spider could feel the electricity in the air as your lips met, your grip on his shoulders sending shivers down his spine. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently intertwining with yours, the taste of the herbs lingering between you. As the smoke filled your mouth, he could feel the intensity building between you.

Pulling away slightly, he smirked, his voice husky. "You like that, huh? Just a little taste of what I can offer." You pull him down to meet your lips “Just shut up~” Spider hands grip your waist as you deepen the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. Spider's heart raced as you pulled him closer, your lips melding together in a passionate kiss. He could feel the heat radiating between your bodies. As the kiss continued, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, his desires intertwining with the haze of the herbs. 

You spread your legs allowing him to rest in between them. Spider's eyes widened slightly as he felt the subtle movement of your hips, aligning with his own. His body responded instinctively to the sensation, his bulge growing more pronounced against you. He let out a low growl, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. His hands moved to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed himself closer to you. Chills run down your body as spider's hands run under your shirt. Spider's touch sent shivers down your spine as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers trailing along your skin. He felt the softness of your curves, his touch gentle yet filled with desire. His eyes darkened with lust as he slowly pulled your shirt higher, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the bare skin of your chest, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. Your body shudders as the spider begins to kiss your breasts, biting and marking them. “F-Fuck~” You sigh. Your hands reach down and begin fiddling with the waistband of his loincloth. Spider's lips moved eagerly across your breasts, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving marks in their wake. His actions were filled with a mixture of passion and restraint, his desire for you palpable. His body quivered with need, but he couldn't help but tease you a little. "You want it, don't you? You want to feel me?" he whispered, his voice husky and filled with desire. “Yes, fuck spider~ please~” You whine, eye brows furrowing in frustration as you struggle to take his loincloth off. Spider's breath hitched at the sound of your plea, your desire echoing in his ears. With a mischievous smirk, he reached down, helping you in removing his loincloth, freeing his throbbing arousal. His eyes locked with yours, filled with a mix of lust and adoration. He slowly slips your bottoms off as you shed your top. You shiver feeling the air against your wet folds. Spider watched your reaction intently, his fingers teasing your entrance, feeling your wetness against his touch. He relished in the way you squirmed beneath him, your desire evident in every movement.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his fingers slipping inside you, slowly exploring your depths. His touch was confident and skilled, aiming to bring you pleasure and push you closer to the edge. “F-Fuck spider~” you whine against his lips. Spider's fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body tremble with pleasure. He groaned against your lips at the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each passing moment. His thumb continued to circle your clit, adding another layer of stimulation. He broke the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "You like that, don't you? You want more, baby?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your ear as he continued his tantalizing ministrations. You nod your head, unable to speak with the mixture of pleasure and the herbs fogging your mind. Spider smiled, his voice low and seductive as he continued to pleasure you. "Good girl. Just relax and let me take care of you." His fingers moved faster, his touch becoming more demanding.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. He could feel the tension building in your body, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. “Spider~!” You whine before the spider rips his fingers out of you. “What the fuc-“ You gasp as you feel spiders tip teasingly pressing into your entrance. Spider's eyes burned with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasingly pressing against you. He could feel the tightness of your walls, the anticipation hanging in the air. With a low growl, he slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of your velvety warmth enveloping him. 

He groaned in pleasure as he filled you completely, stopping and enjoying the view of your flushed body. “stop staring…” You whine covering your face. Spider chuckles at your sudden embarrassment. “I can't, you're so pretty like this” Spider's chuckle deepened as he watched your adorable display of shyness, your hands covering your face. He couldn't resist teasing you a little more, his voice filled with playful seduction. “Let me look at you baby" He gently pulled your hands away, his eyes locked with yours, filled with both desire and affection as he pins your hands above your head. “Fuck~ I could come just from looking at you." He growls causing you to clench around him. Spider's eyes widened in surprise at your reaction, a low groan escaping his lips.  His smirk grew wider, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction evident on his face. "Hmm, you like that? Like when I tell my girl how pretty she is?” he teased, his voice filled with a husky edge.

He began to move his hips, setting a rhythm as he thrust into you, the sensations building with each deep stroke. He relished in the way your body responded to him, the way you tightened around him, the breathy moans you let out. You can’t contain your moans as spider thrusts into you. He picks up the pace the more you clench around him. He has one hand tightly gripping your waist, the other keeping your hands pinned above your head. You avoid looking at him as you let out embarrassingly loud moans. Spider lets go of your wrists, his hand trailing up your neck and grabbing the base of your jaw applying pressure to your throat forcing you to look at him “keep those pretty eyes on me…” he groans. Spider's dominant hold on you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the sensations. Your eyes locked with his intense gaze. The pressure on your throat adds an exhilarating edge to your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, the sound filling the room, as you obediently kept your eyes on him.

His thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming against yours, the rhythm building towards an explosive climax. The air was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans mingling with his grunts of pleasure. “Faster—ah shit—harder…” You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your mind was going completely numb, The combination of the intoxicating high and the raw pleasure overwhelmed your senses, sending you spiraling towards an explosive climax. Spider's lust-filled eyes burned with desire as he listened to your pleas, feeling the urgency in your voice. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, meeting your demands. As the intensity built, Spider's grip on your throat tightened just a little more, heightening the pleasure coursing through your body. His own moans mingled with yours, the two of you lost in a haze of ecstasy. “God~ Fuck, Spider…!” You whine, your legs shaking as your climax approaches. You back arching off the floor and your body shudders. Spider cures under his breath as your walls tightened around him as you came. Spider's own pleasure peaked as he felt your walls tighten around him, your body trembling in the throes of orgasm. He groaned deeply, his hips thrusting relentlessly as he chased his own release.

Feeling the waves of your climax wash over you, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled his release inside you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Both of you lay there, panting and spent, the room filled with the heavy scent of sex and the lingering haze of pleasure.  Your legs were still shaking as you caught your breath, spider buries his face into your neck and rubbed circles into your sides. Spider nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to rub soothing circles into your sides. He held you close, his body pressed against yours, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. His voice was soft and filled with tenderness as he spoke. "You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, you did so so good…” You say, your hand tangling into his locs. You unravel your legs from around his waist. Spider didn’t move from between your legs causing you to chuckle. “You plan on pulling out?” Spider didn’t say anything but you felt him shake his head in response. Spider chuckled softly, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "Well, I figured I might as well stay right where I am. After all, I wouldn't want you to feel lonely down there." He nuzzled closer to you, his lips brushing against your neck. You giggle softly, looking to the side. “Damnit Spider, you let my joint burn out.” You say slapping the back of his head playfully. Spider chuckled, lifting his head from your neck to look at you with a playful grin. "Guess I got a little distracted, didn't I? But hey, I think I can come up with something even better to keep us occupied." He bites your neck before spreading your legs. 

“I'm not done with you yet…”

@pandoraslxna I did it babe ✨💕

[l44serbeam]

— TIRED OF YOU ʚɞ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

← 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

warnings — blood, gore, swearing, violence, disassociation, weapons

The second Ellie stepped foot out of Jackson to find y/n, she no linger had control of her body. She walked hours and killed dozens of infected and kept going with empty eyes. When she comes across a note leading her to y/ns whereabouts, she doesn’t hesitate to follow it. On the other hand, y/ns stumbling through her surrounds deliriously, helplessly trying to find supplies or anything to help keep her alive.

“No! You’re cheating!” Y/n hissed, leaning over the table to smack Ellies hand.

“Im not cheating! You just suck at this game.” Ellie snickered, placing down another card.

“Its not a game of skill dumbass.” Y/n rolled her eyes, and placed down another card.

“Then your luck sucks.” Ellie replied before placing another card. “UNO!” The girl barked, her voice coming out more eager than warranted and jumping in her seat.

“YOU BITCH!” Y/n yelled, laughing with skepticism laced into her voice.

“C’mon y/n/n. You know what you gotta do.” Ellie said, her tone jokingly condescending.

“Fuck you.” Y/n said as she placed the only usable card she had.

Ellie didn’t spare a second to slap down her final card, jumping up and raising her arms in the air and laughing hysterically.

Y/n laughed as she watched Ellies antics, at that time being her best friend of a year and a half.

Three gentle knocks on the door made the two stop for a second, the door opening to reveal Joel.

“Whats going on in here? I can hear you from the porch.” He said but not in a chastising manner.

“Ellie being a cheater is what.” Y/n said as she grabbed the Uno cards and began shuffling them.

“Am not!” Ellie squeaked. “Shes just mad shes shit at every card game ever.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped off the girl before her, igniting a hyena kind laughter from her.

“I think this games gonna fuel a rivalry.” Joel chuckled slightly. “Y/n, Maria is asking for you to talk about some job for tomorrow.”

“Shit.” Y/n cursed under her breath. “Yeah let me grab my stuff and ill go to her.”

Joel nodded and closed the door.

“What job for tomorrow?” Ellie asked, squinting her eyes at y/n suspiciously.

“Shes making me pick up some grunt work. Says itll help me ‘find peace’ and ‘distract myself’.” She said, saying the reasons in mocking voices.

“The fuck. You’ve been having shitty jobs for like weeks now. Thats not fair no one else our age is doing those jobs why do you have to?” Ellie began, starting to get riled up to what in her eyes was unfair.

“Its fine Els i don’t mind. Not like I have anything else to do. I like being busy.” Y/n reasoned, shrugging off Ellies worries.

“You’re going to get burn out quickly y/n if you’re doing this shit every day.”

Y/n turned around to face Ellie and crossed her arms and looked at the gurl with round eyes. “Ellie im fine. Ill be fine. If i get burnt out then i rest but i enjoy this. I get to go into the forest around us and it’s peaceful.”

“I still don’t think you should let them make you do these things y/n. I don’t want to see something happen to you.”

“Ill be ok Ellie. If anything happens to be ill beat up whoever made it happen.”

Ellie laughed and looked at her best friend, her fave soft and eyes happy. The sun that shone against her back casted an aura of gold around her head and hair. Ellie couldn’t identify the pitting feeling in her stomach, but it was there, swallowing in on herself.

“I dont doubt it y/n/n.”

The night was hollow and bloody, Ellie crouched over a lazily burning fire. She looked into it, her eyes empty and glazed.

It’d been over 48 hours since Ellie had left Jackson.

Shed walked and shed walked. She checked every building shed come across, killing dozens of infected along the way.

After almost a day of walking, shed finally reached the warehouse that Luke had marked on the map, anxiousness and excitement picking at her chest as she looked at the rusted building.

Shed desperate begged whatever was above to find her. To walk into that factory and the only attack shed receive was y/n’s warm embrace.

But, Ellie knew her life had a habit of not going the way she wished.

Searching through the factory, she found dozens of dead infected littering the floor, the blood pooling around them still shimmering against her flashlight. It hadn’t been ling since they were put down. She inspected their wounds, the majority having stab wounds instead of gunshots.

She knew. She knew that y/n was the one to do this. That her y/n, pained and hungry had killed dozens of these infected in a fight to save her life.

This conclusion Ellie had come to was only solidified when she came across an opened closet in the first floor, blood staining the ground of it. But what caught Ellies attention wasn’t the blood of the ruthless scratches carved into the door. It was the arrow sticking out the wall by the door, pinning a polaroid onto the wall. It was simply a picture of the forest, green blooming everywhere and the suns rays reflecting off the leaves.

Ellie knew this was y/ns way of telling the girl she was alive.

With hope prickling at her ears, Ellie took the arrow and polaroid and went off to try to track her.

Now, the day later, Ellie had set up a fire to warm herself before she kept on her search, her feet aching in pain and her arms burning.

She didnt care how long shed have to be out there, she knew she had to find her. She couldn’t bare knowing that the last time the two interacted was an argument where she’d said things she couldn’t even think of repeating.

When Ellie pulled off the arrow, not one, but two polaroids fell, another one hidden behind.

The e’s. The handwriting only confirmed the polaroids and arrows belonging to y/n.

Staring down at the miswritten e’s and scratchy writing, Ellies eyes solidified as she breathed in deeply.

She stuffed it into the pocket and exited the warehouse, searching for the sign that was referenced in the note.

After walking around the perimeter, Ellie found a path that went downwards and led to the near by deserted town below the elevated land. Next to the beginning of the path was a big yellow metal sign with a black arrow pointing down the path.

Ellie straightened her back and breathed in, flicking open her pocket knife in a smooth action and holding it readily at her side. She began lunging down the path, alerted and ready to get through anything and anyone.

Step after step, breath after breath, y/n stumbled into the beginning of the town, seemingly unbothered and unclaimed.

Her head was faint and hazey, the plentiful blood that had rolled down her legs had practically dried onto her skin and muddy sweat beaded at her neck.

For the past 24 hours, y/n had been painfully taking down infected. Her lack of supplies left her clutching onto holding reality.

The burning sun beamed down on her for hours, evaporating basically all the water from her body, but no where was there any replenishment for that loss of water. Her fatigue weighed down on her and the empty grovel of her stomach made her fragiler.

A pharmacy.

Y/n felt the world around her sharpen when spotting the weathered words on the wall of the building before her, reading 24 HOUR PHARMACY.

She peered in through the windows as best as she could before losing her sense of control and pushing her way inside.

She looked around desperately, the place obviously not exactly flourishing with left behind items.

“Bingo.” y/n whispered upon finding a few supplies hidden behind the checking counter.

A bottle of alcohol, a few rags, and a protein bar. Desperately she collapsed to the ground to claw at the supplies, ripping the cap off the alcohol and pouring it on a rag. She leaned to her leg and hesitantly held the cloth over the wound on her leg.

Taking a few shaky breaths as she prepared herself of the torturous burn she was going to feel.

3… 2… 1…

Hot, red, flashing pain shot through y/ns body, her moth hissing and head hitting the counter behind her. “Jesus fucking christ.” She groaned, reaching over to the protein bar as her other hand held the rag. She ripped it open with her teeth and ravished the thing, the chocolate flavor blessing her dry, swollen tongue.

But what is it that they say, all food tastes amazing when you’re starving, right?

“Ok boys lets do this quickly!”

The hairs on the back of y/ns neck immediately stood and the fog in her brain subsided.

“Groups of two, alright? Leo and Nick with me, rest go. Kill anything and anyone you come across.” The voice of the yelled from outside the pharmacy, close enough to a broke glass that y/n could clearly hear their conversation.

Her hand desperately clawed at the ground around her is search of the knife shed had all along. Once grabbed, she pulled it against her chest, arm at ready for any sudden action.

Then, the sudden noise of the ring of the pharmacy door opening, followed by the shuffling of feet.

“Look ‘round. See what you can scrounge up.” A dark, rough voice ordered from the door.

Y/ns grip on her knife tightened and her breathing settled.

Go.

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a/n — the way this is a day late and i havent posted the robin fic i was supposed to a few days ago😭😭 im so sorry yall this week has been CRAZY. i went to my first ever pride this weekend and got fuuuuucked up, i saw a few friends of mine perform (but it was a monday night and felt the consequences of my actions the next morning), i bought my first car ever by myself 🥳🥳🥳(finally a bitch can get out of the public transportation shes been trained to use since she was like 10💀), and i did an interview for a new job im trying to get and it went surprisingly well. these next few days ill b posting a bunch of stuff ti make up for my delays so i hope u enjoyyy.

[littlelioncub43]

The Balcony Scene

Summary: A long farewell after a date night is nothing new between you and your very dramatic and theatrical boyfriend. Young lovers often find parting is such sweet sorrow.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning: FLUFF. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. You will need to schedule a dentist appointment after this, established relationship, idiots in love, they recite Shakespeare to each other because they're so in love, Wayne being one of those dads/uncles, kissing, very tame stuff, you'll love it.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO'S BACK. Me. It's me. I'm back. I had this thought knocking around in my head for a long, long time and finally was able to get it out and completed in one sitting! Eddie seems like the type to be able to perfectly recite Shakespeare, especially after all the failed English classes— you may not come at me. Anyways! Comment! Reblog! Send an ask! A pigeon! An edible arrangement! Something! Let me know what you guys think! I missed you all hehe

Kisses 💋

—K

A soft song of the Indiana crickets floated through the summer breeze that brushed your skin, the sky was a gentle hue of all encompassing black, and the moon hung neatly in the corner of the heavens. The familiar block of the trailer park was quiet, the sleepy summer night lulled everyone into a trance at this late hour. Your night was divine, picturesque and flawless thanks to Eddie who always seemed to make any day infinitely better. He joked and laughed with you over the burger you shared at the diner, his effortless charm and beaming smile lit up the lamely lit booth you were squished into and sent butterflies fluttering through your entire being— even after all these years, you were still into him. 

Lovesick, is the word. Absolutely lovesick.

And Eddie wasn’t any better. 

The way he was gazing up at you from the bottom of your trailer’s porch, hands gripping the railing to be as close as he could to you without climbing the stairs, standing on his toes so your faces nearly touched while you lean over the railing to meet him halfway. Those puppy dog eyes that twinkled with mischief as a dungeon master, and glazed over with mind-rotting boredom as a student, were now dazzling with adoration as a lover. And damn, was a he a good lover at that. 

“You have to go soon, Wayne said you gotta be back before 3,” you whisper gently to your boyfriend, your hands making no motion to remove themselves from his hair as you cradle his head. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, clearly not listening to you completely. How could he when the glow of your porch light behind you made you look like an actual angel. You giggle and Eddie grins at the sound. 

“You jerk, you’re not even listening,” you chastise with a smile.

“I totally heard you,” he playfully defends in a soft voice, his eyes scanning your face leisurely. 

“What did I say?” You ask while you twirl a ringlet around your index finger. 

“You said that I should stay right here with you forever because you never want me to leave,” he grins again as you chuckle at his words. 

“Don’t you?” He asks and gives you his gentle pout, something he’s perfected over the years of being together: his eyebrows slightly pinched together and upwards, those button eyes silently pleading with yours, for your love, for your tenderness, for your sympathy. It always works. 

“Of course, I do,” you confess and cradle his face in your palm. Eddie couldn’t keep himself from you if his life depended on it. The collision of your lips sends even more winged things fluttering in your stomach, the soft cushion of his lips moving against yours sensually nearly sucks all the breath from your body then and there. Many minutes are lost in your sweet kisses, so many that by the time you both release each other for air, Eddie knows he’s late for curfew now. 

“Wayne’s gonna be pissed, I forgot to take out the trash,” Eddie breathes out humorously, his nose brushing against yours as he opens his mouth to speak once again, “he’s going to have my ass for not—“

“Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou torment’st thyself,” you press a finger to his kiss swollen lips, his grin grows at your words. 

“You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?” He recites effortlessly. 

“Oh, look who’s been paying attention in English,” you tease. 

“Well, if you’re forced to read the same stupid plays 3 years in a row, something’s bound to stick,” he jokes before continuing, “Now, by the ground that I am banished from, well could I curse away a winter’s night, though standing naked on a mountain top where biting cold would never let grass grow, and think it but a minute spent in sport.”

“O, let me entreat thee cease! Give me thy hand, that I may dew it with my mournful tears, nor let the rain of heaven wet this place to wash away my woeful monuments” you bring one of Eddie’s large hands to your cheek, letting him brush the apple of it softly before you plant a peck to his palm. 

“O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, that thou mightst think upon these by the seal, through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!” The porch light across the road flickers to life, a sign from a very tired Wayne for Eddie’s return, but you both ignore it. Eddie watches in rapture as you recite the lines to him, not ready for his short walk home just yet. 

“So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by, as one that surfeits thinking on a want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, adventure to be banish’ed myself; and banish’ed I am, if but from thee,” the sound of the screen door opening breaks your eyes from each other over to Wayne, standing cross armed in his pajamas under the porch light, “Go, speak not to me. Even now be gone!” Eddie steals another kiss just as Wayne clears his throat, his hands gripping yours in earnest. “Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee.”

“Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banish’ed, once by the King, and three times thrice by thee. ’Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence. A wilderness is populous enough, so Suffolk had thy heavenly company— for where thou art, there is the world itself, with every several pleasure in the world; and where thou art not, desolation,” he whispers against your lips, “I can no more. Live thou to joy thy life; myself no joy in naught but that thou liv’st.”

“Eddie!” Wayne calls in a hushed voice, mindful of the sleeping neighbors of the block. You know he’s about 2 minutes from crossing the street to get Eddie himself.

“Get thee hence. The King, thou know’st, is coming,” you giggle and push gently at Eddie’s broad shoulders, “if thou be found by me, thou art but dead.”

“If I depart from thee, I cannot live, and in thy sight to die, what were it else but like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? To die by thee were but to die in jest, from thee to die were torture more than death. O, let me stay, befall what may befall!” His grins when you try to shush his growing voice, your shared giggles making Wayne shake his head with a fond smile. You two were making him sick.

“To France, Sweet Suffolk,” you push at Eddie’s shoulder again, this time he slowly lets himself lower to the ground completely, still gazing up at you from the wild grass as waves of hopeless devotion pour from him. Eddie’s hand holds yours for as long as he can, his fingers gliding across the skin to savor the sensation, your warmth. 

“I go,” he nods, shifting on his feet as he finally begins to tear himself from you.

“And take my heart with thee,” you watch Eddie take a tentative step backwards, towards his waiting uncle, your hands still connected as he takes another step. Your arms reach out, fingers laced together until the distance between you is too great. 

“Alright, love birds, pack it in,” Wayne quietly calls, trying his best to speed up Eddie’s slow walk home. Straightening up, you watch as Eddie crosses the street, his eyes never leaving yours nor his smile ever faltering. When he reaches the middle of the road, he offers you a wave over his shoulder. You giggle and return his gesture, your face burning with a flurry of feelings.

Another fit of giddy giggles overtake you when Eddie nearly trips on the steps of his trailer. He’s quick to recover, taking the stairs two at a time before lingering at the doorway to stare at you a little while longer, his own face flushed with his happiness. Half in and half out, he raises his hand to wave again when a fatherly grip on the collar of his jacket carefully pulls him all the way in, the screen door bouncing against the frame in his absence. With a content sigh, you turn on your heel  and head for indoors, turning to glance at the trailer across the street. There in the corner of the bland building, behind an aged window, you find the boy next door. With wild hair and a sweet smile, he bids you goodnight. 

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[whispdoodle]

Honey, I'm home!

Just headcanons between the reader and Vash who just moved in together.

WARNINGS: Literally none, this is pure fluff. The reader is gender neutral and the setting is modern/irl. Enjoy!

Let's face it, he's unbearable the first few days. But in an oddly charming way. He makes an emphasis whenever he addresses the fact that the two of you now share most of your belongings. He would do stuff like prepare dinner and then call for you saying stuff such as "dinner's served! you know, at OUR table!"

The first time the two of you walk through the threshold, he absolutely insists that you let him carry you in. There is no arguing, not when he's staring at you like a beaten god damned labrador.

So, he tries. Emphasis on the "tries". Because, guess what? The man is so excited that he ends up messing up in all the possible ways. Your head definitely hits the doorframe, and while he's panicking and apologizing Vash loses his balance and the two of you land on the floor. In his defense, you're inside at that point. While the two of you laugh like it's the funniest joke out there, he gives you the corniest grin and just says "uh... nailed it?" You lose it on the spot.

Every day, he says he'll make you breakfast. Every day he oversleeps and you make it for him instead, gently ruffling his hair while he pouts and setting his brew on the nightstand saying "you'll get there, hon." You never really had confidence in that one, but you didn't mind. Making him breakfast first thing in the morning was oddly a charming way for you to spend the first moments of your days. The pride on his face and the surprise on yours when he finally makes good on his promise.

He announces his return. Every. Single. TIME. It's gotten to the point that at a certain hour, when you know his shift's been over for a while now, you just expect it. He even held a grudge when you didn't say "welcome back" that one time. He walked around the apartment all evening, just kicking dust and grumbling. You had the best solution though. "Are you still angry?" "...no." "Ah, well... damn. I guess i'm gonna have to eat these honey glazed donuts with strawberry filling and ALLLLL these sprinkles all by myself." And he just jumps you, hugging you so tightly you feel like you might get crushed. "Over it! Now hand over the goods."

You do not. I repeat, you do NOT sleep separately. Hot outside? Vash will start the fan. You came back late after work and don't want to wake Vash up? Though shit, he's already pulling you down, ignoring your nagging that you gotta shower first. He didn't move in with you, the love of his life, so that one of you ends up sleeping on the couch. Try him, he'll swear he'll throw the damn thing out the window.

Affectionate to the bone, both of you. While more often than not Vash is the one to pepper you with it, you have your moments. And these things can be subtle, too. Sometimes it's just a hand on your hip, a shoulder touching your own. But sometimes it's so much more, like ruffling of hair, or kisses on his beauty mark. He's so grateful for you. And what he's grateful for, he cherishes.

With different work schedules, you tend to miss each other in the morning or in the evening. And when either of you comes back home late, neither of you wants to disturb their sleeping lover. But at some point, you've just developed this... instinct, I guess? Even before the apartment door opens, you just know Vash is back. You stir awake, rubbing the sleep off your eyes with a yawn. Your getting up is lazy and clumsy, tripping over your stretched out night socks. That's okay, Vash is there to make sure you don't kiss the floor. You kiss his cheek instead, and while he nags you to go back to sleep, you just follow him around until you're both back in your shared bed. For all the complaining he does, he can't deny how his heart skips a beat every single time.

I've had fun with this one! Admittedly, I wrote it while I was talking a bus back home from work so it's pretty short. Just something that kept me occupied during the traffic 💕

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 9

Sisters … Sisters …

There were never such devoted sisters …

Time seemed to slow, and Chloe had a moment of feeling like she was stuck in one of her video games, the ones where you had to make choices and they all had consequences and sometimes none of the options looked any good. Kenzie had fled the room, having regained a sliver of her cognitive abilities at exactly the wrong time, possibly because of Chloe’s new programming and more likely because of the shock of seeing her mother and aunt in a passionate, nude 69. Mom and Aunt Lydia had transferred their worship of each other to devotion to Chloe, pulling at her clothes and begging to serve her. And Chloe’s father was at the door outside, demanding to be let in.

And the music, full of hypnotic subliminals, was still pouring from the speakers, as it had been for a couple hours without Chloe consciously realizing it. The music was making it really hard to think straight … but it didn’t even occur to her to turn it off …

Chloe shook her head. “Mom, can you – Mom, focus. Let go of me.” She grasped her mother’s forearms in both hands, looking into her glazed eyes. “Ugh, why are you naked?”

Her mother just giggled, then looked skyward as she drunkenly tried to formulate an answer.

“Never mind. Just – listen, I gotta deal with Kenzie, OK? I’ll be right back. You – Lydia, stop touching me there – no, don’t pout – Mom, you and Aunt Lydia *stay here*, don’t leave the living room. Stall Dad, I still gotta figure out what to tell him.” Her mother nodded, her grin a little sloppy as she lovingly studied her daughter’s face.

“You’re so pretty …”

Chloe sighed. Her mother’s face was shiny and smelled like pussy. “And leave Aunt Lydia alone for a minute. OK? No more sexy stuff with each other until I get back.”

Helen looked like a sullen teenager for a moment – a dumb, horny, sullen teenager.

“Promise?” said Chloe.

“I promise,” Helen sulkily replied, but then trembled, her eyes rolling back. Happy chemicals coursed through her, replacing her dopey smile. “Oh fuck it’s so good to do what you tell me …”

Chloe exhaled. “Hoo boy. Uh, good girl. I’ll be right back. Kenzie!!”

Whatever Chloe wants … Chloe gets

As soon as she was gone, Lydia moved in to pinch Helen’s nipple. Helen gently moved her hand away and, as she opened her mouth, another knock came from the front door.

“We gotta do something about Dave!” Helen hissed to her sister.

“Is that who that is?” Lydia ran to the picture window and looked out, not trying to cover herself. “It is!! It’s your ex! And … Ooh, he grew a beard!” She cocked her head, running her tongue over her lips. “You know, that’s working on him …”

“Hi Dave!!!” Helen trilled, through the door. “The kids will be with you in a minute!! They’re just getting themselves together!”

“Sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” he called. “Some … stuff came up.”

Normally, Helen would have been pissed at his cavalier attitude about when he showed up to spend time with their children, but today she couldn’t access negative emotions, it seemed like … or be cross at any man for any reason. “No big deal! It’s been a weird day around here!!” She giggled, looking at her sister’s curvy, luscious form. “Some stuff came up for me too!”

He knocked again, a solid pound-pound-pound. “Can you let me in?”

Lydia bounced over to her, taking her sister’s hands in hers. “What do we do?”

“Helen! Let me in!!”

A shudder ran through Helen’s body, and her nipples stiffened.

“Weellll … the best way to stall him is to let him in. Right? Then we’re obeying both Chloe and Dave. And … and if I have to leave *you* alone … what a great time for us both to pay attention to *him*!”

Lydia gave a breathy little squeal. “That’s so hot that you figured that out!!” She kissed her passionately, her arms going around Helen’s still-slender waist, and Helen went along with it for a moment before pushing her gently away.

“Nuh-nuh-nuh …” she gasped …

Meanwhile, Dave was getting real tired of standing on the porch. He was just reaching into the pocket of his jeans to grab his phone and text the girls when he heard the door lock click.

“About time,” he muttered. Aloud, he said, “Is everything Ohhhh …”

His nearly-ex-wife stood in the doorway, gloriously, shamelessly nude in the afternoon sunlight. She had never been more breathtakingly beautiful. She seemed to glow. A flush colored her chest and her cheeks, and her wide smile and lidded eyes sent a shock straight to his libido.

“Come in,” she breathed. “Please.”

She took his hand and he stepped slowly over the threshold, in a daze. There was some kind of music playing, but he barely registered the tune.

He stopped dead at the sight of his hot sister-in-law reclining on the couch, also, spectacularly, perfectly nude. Behind him, he was aware of Helen closing and locking the front door.

Lydia rose gracefully and glided to him, her eyes seductive, as Helen reached around him from behind and began unbuttoning his shirt. He could feel her warm bare breasts pressing into his back. Lydia’s hands touched the fur on his chest as she looked up at him, then slowly, never breaking eye contact, began to kneel.

“Ohhh … Fuck me,” he whispered in disbelief as she took hold of his zipper, already massaging his hardening cock through his jeans.

Helen’s breath was hot on his ear. “I’m choosing to take that as a command,” she murmured …

[my-own-walker]

Kyle request...: could you do one where Kyle opens up to female reader about that stuff with his mom pls, because like, omg that boy was so pure and sweetie, he deserved so much moreee 💔💔💔😭

Motorcycle On The Front Lawn

if you want a good cry while reading, try pairing this story with the song $20 by boygenius. lyrics kinda have nothing to do with this but very emo song/feeling.

note: this one is gonna need a MAJOR TW for SA. pls don't read if that will trigger you or make you uncomfy. love u all.

warnings: TW for talk about SA, angst, mention of su!c!de, very sensitive topics so proceed with caution.

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There was strange air around intimacy in our relationship that I didn't quite get. I didn't entirely mind. I loved Kyle. But I didn't understand where the strain came from.

We were intimate. We had sex often. But there was a disconnect. He wouldn't make eye contact with me during the act. He would be avoidant of conversations surrounding our sex life.

He showed love to me through physical touch, yes. It was an important part of our relationship. When we weren't in a bedroom with our clothes off, he had no problem being all over me. Behind closed doors, though, he froze up.

I didn't think much of it at first, chalking it up to beginning-of-relationship nerves about sex. Soon, though, it began to upset me. I thought it was all my fault. That he wasn't attracted to me. I began to doubt myself majorly.

It became time to have a conversation with Kyle about it. I wasn't angry with him. I was upset with myself for making this such a big deal in my head.

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Kyle and I were making out in my bedroom. It was hot and heavy. Things were escalating until again, I sensed a strain. Kyle began to tense up, refusing to make any moves unless I initiated them.

I tore myself away from him and threw my legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up and facing away from him. Tears stung at the back of my eyes.

'Hey, Y/N, hey,' he sat up quickly and moved closer to me, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. He stooped down to look at my face, peering through the curtain of blonde hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 'What happened?'

I sniffled, turning my head up to the ceiling in an effort to stop the levy from breaking. To steady myself before I made a fool of myself by crying.

'Kyle, I really need to talk to you about something,' I muttered, finishing by drawing in a shaky breath and sighing.

'What, baby?' concern crept into his voice in a stomach-turning way. He was fearing the worst. He took my face in his hand to make me look at him.

'What is going on with us? With this?' I whined, exasperated.

'With what? With our relationship?' he replied in a quick hushed tone.

'Yes, but- I mean- no, it's just,' I stuttered. 'Are you not attracted to me?' My tone fell dark and tears slipped out of my eyes.

'What? Baby, you are so beautiful to me,' he assured me, wiping tears from both of my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 'Why did you even ask that?'

'It has been so hard, Kyle. When we have sex. It's like...being with a ghost. A shell of you,' I explained. 'I love you. So much. Everything is fine until it's not. Like, you just, shut down. Am I doing something wrong?'

Kyle dropped his hands into his lap. A thousand-yard stare glazed over his eyes, looking past me, no longer at me. He swallowed thickly and breathed in shakily.

'I gotta tell you something,' he whispered, so quietly, almost no sound came out.

'You can tell me anything. Please. I just want to understand,' I pleaded. He turned away from me, body language completely closed off. I watched as he prepared himself to speak.

'So, uh, you know my family was hit really hard by Katrina. My whole neighborhood, ya know? It was really rough,' he started. 'And like, right after it, my dad left. But you knew that...' he began to trail off.

'Yeah Kyle, I remember,' I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at the touch.

'Well after that, my mom and I had a really hard time, just, tryin' to keep the house and all. The repairs and just, everything. It was a lot on her,' he continued. 'She was uh, really lonely. I felt so bad for her, like, I could tell she was having a hard time.'

'I'm sure it was really hard on you, too, Kyle,' I assured him.

'No, yeah, it was. But my mom- she really needed help from me. As soon as I became a teenager it really started. She would- uh, come into my room at night and stuff.'

My heart dropped. I sat in stunned silence to allow him to continue.

'It started with just kissing. She'd kiss me all over. But she'd tell me it was because I was her beautiful boy. That she was so proud of who I was. Uhm, but then she'd start asking me to like, take off my clothes. Or um, wear less clothes to bed. She would-' his voice cracked. He paused to clear his throat.

'Kyle-' I started.

'She would help me shower. Said she was saving water, ya know if we showered together? We really had no money back then. She would always say that to me. Stuff like oh Kyle, you're gonna get us out of here. You're gonna save us from this. There was a lot of pressure on me to make her happy.'

I laid my forehead down on his shoulder. We sat in silence for minutes, letting the weight of his words settle into the space.

'She told me she'd kill herself if I stopped letting her touch me,' he blurted, breaking the silence. 'So things got more intense. Just to keep her...happy, I guess.' The room fell silent again, his words hanging from the rafters until he let out a stifled sob.

'Oh Kyle I am so sorry,' I breathed, 'I am so, so sorry.' My head was still on his shoulder, but at long last he relaxed into the contact. I grabbed his shoulder and nestled my head into his neck, crying softly.

He finally let go, beginning to weep with me.

'Can I hug you, Kyle? Is that okay?' I asked, finally understanding the full extent of his boundaries.

He didn't even respond. Instead, he turned to me and curled up in my lap, nestling his face into the crook of my neck. His cries turned to sobs. Heart-wrenching wails that I felt in my soul.

'It's not your fault, Y/N,' he bawled. 'It's not. I'm sorry.'

'Baby, you don't have to apologize,' I sighed, hugging him tighter.

'I should have told you sooner,' he sobbed.

'No, Kyle. You don't owe anyone that information,' I assured him. 'You never had to tell me, but you did. Thank you for trusting me with it.'

'Of course I trust you,' he sniffed, cries calming down. 'I'm glad I told you.' I smoothed my hands over his hair and kissed him on the head. 'I'm glad I got it off my chest,' he continued.

'You are so brave. I am so sorry you went through that,' I maintained. 'Please know that you can take your time with me. I don't want to pressure you at all.'

'Thank you, Y/N, I love you.'

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I really wasn't sure how to end this without it seeming rushed. I love u all, and thanks for this request. It's VV sensitive topic, so I hope I did ok. Kyle deserved better.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Things with Annie are getting serious and Nerd Armin asks Eren about tips for buying condoms, since, y’know, Armin has never even touched one before. Eren looks at him weird like “I don’t know either. I don’t wear condoms”. Armin is like “but you and Mikasa…??!!”. Eren shrugs, very casual “Never bought condoms, nor do I intend to ever buy them”

yes yes yes! DRABBLE TIME! I've been in a very writing mood lol !

Armin feels nervous broaching the topic, unsure as he lingers in Eren's room a little longer after a lost round of Black Ops Zombies. But he has to ask, the time is coming, he knows it, can feel it in his bones, the longing looks Annie has been sending him. The anticipation of tonight, it's too much, too obvious. "So umm, I have to go to the drug store," Armin begins tentatively and Eren hums, throwing a wayward plastic basketball into the air as he throws himself back onto his bed, "What for?" "Umm, some hygiene stuff." "Okay?" Eren replies, shooting him a confused look, before he lapses back into his contemplative silence, "You think if I call Mikasa she'll come over after you leave?" Armin sighs, his moment lost, "Why wouldn't she?" "I dunno, she told me I broke her the other day and when I dropped her off at home she was kind of limping." Eren throws the ball up, only to catch it again, lost in thoughts of his girlfriend and Armin can barely comprehend how much sex they must be having to do that kind of damage to his girlfriend. "What exactly are you doing to her?" Armin asks, concern lacing his tone, poor Mikasa. Is that the new expectation, will Annie be expecting a similar performance from him? Eren shrugs, a smile on his lips, evidently pleased with himself, "Mika's really flexible, so she makes it really easy." "Please stop," Armin tells him.

Eren chuckles, throwing the plastic ball up into the air again, "You asked."

Armin swallows, taking this as his cue to bring it up, "So umm Eren, about the drugstore, I'm umm I'm going to buy condoms and I was wondering what you use?" Armin babbles nervously, "I know there's different sizes and brands, but I don't really know what would fit and I figured since you know so much more you could help me--" Eren cuts him off, shaking his head, "I have no idea, I don't wear condoms." Armins mouth opens up like a fish, "What?" Eren shrugs, "Don't use them." "But you and Mikasa, you, what--" "Don't use them," Eren repeats casually, now catching the ball back and forth between his hands. "Then what do you use?" Armin asks, some desperate part of him hoping they're practicing some form of safe sex. Eren hums, "Mikasa is on birth control." "And you just leave it all on that? Up to chance? What if it fails?" Eren gives his friend a stern look, "I'm not using a condom on the off chance birth control fails, no fucking way, I never use condoms with her. Never have, never will," Eren cements, his response so vehement Armin knows no one will ever change his mind.

"But why?" Armin strangles out and Eren raises a brow at him, "Doesn't feel the same obviously, but more importantly, I don't want anything between us, that's my girl." "You're unhinged," Armin whispers and Eren smiles wickedly, "Mikasa lets me, and what she says goes."

His friends are playing baby roulette and he will not be playing the same game as them.

"But anyway, you want to buy condoms?" "Yeah, I think tonight's the night." Eren reaches a hand out for a high five which Armin reluctantly gives him.

"Well I'll go with you to the drug store, see what we can find. Just give me a sec, gotta call Miks." "What why on hearth would you have to-" Armin asks in irritation but Eren holds his hand up, shushing him, already dialing her number.

He greets her affectionately, his tone immediately changing, eyes glazing over as he hears her voice, "Hey baby." God they're disgusting.

Eren smiles as she chatters into his ear, "You wanna come to the drug store with me and Armin?"

At this, Armin vehemently objects, reaching over to snatch the phone from his friend but Eren dodges him easily.

He can hear her reply on the other end of the line, and Eren laughs, "He needs to get condoms, thought maybe you'd like to come with, see how the other half lives." There is yelling on the other end of the line and he can hear Mikasa chastising him while Eren fights to restrain his laughter. "Relax baby, just come, I know you need pads too, and we should get snacks for the movie night we're gonna have tonight."

[laurelnose]

how are we feeling about book of hours? or have you left your cultist sim phase

I was a bit confused by this ask bc I’m actually pretty active in Secret Histories fandom and then I remembered my activity for this fandom happens to be like, exclusively on reddit and the wikis, lmao. My Secret Histories phase has not ended, anon! I am always thinking about the Histories!!

Book of Hours: good! I find myself tripped up by choice paralysis every time I get ready to commit a History to paper (it takes so much LONGER to do a Librarian run than a Cultist run, Alex, I know you didn’t actually intend for us to replay the game 100+ times but also 😭) but it’s fun it’s cozy!

It is just flatly not as good or tight an experience as CS — some of the writing is weaker, like the proliferation of just... existing quotes from elsewhere? and the humor attempts are a little ehh; there are still missing features, tho’ yes, these are being worked on at an impressive rate; the replayability is not really there, on purpose — but Cultist Simulator is really fucking good, so BoH falling a touch short isn’t much of a criticism at all. I genuinely really like it and have very much enjoyed the lore-digging. There’s soooo much new stuff abt my problematic apostate fave 🩵 Coseley and Naenia? Coseley and an Hour from Nowhere? Delightful! The patches have been big QoL improvements. Plus I can’t discount the part where the first time I launched the game and the SH kachunk sound played it just—felt like coming home, and that feeling didn’t abate at all as I started working through the Library.

I’m waiting for DAYMARE before I start another descent (and, like, I also need to finish BG3 before Stardew 1.6 drops? besides all the holiday stuff I gotta get through in the next couple months) but I’m gonna do Magnate next I think. I’m a Moth/Lantern sucker so my past Librarians have been mostly the Twice-Born and the Prodigal. Time for Edge!

anyways here you can have a little sad Christopher fic snippet, as a treat

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The Hotel Ciervo offers a continental breakfast. You pass over the buns and pastries glistening with sugar glaze, the sausages thick and dripping fat, the scrambled eggs beat to improbable voluminosity. You do not fear to eat the food of the Long. (Haven’t you eaten enough of it between your lovers?) But you lack any appetite.

You get a cup of Dawnlion coffee to have something to do with your hands and take it into the Hart Room. Choose a table near to one of the floor-length windows overlooking the glittering waters. In the distance you can see the fog-elided outline of Raven Isle’s caldera. It’s something to look at as you nurse your coffee and wait.

You’re not sure how long it is. Time in the Isles passes more like a memory than an experience, and you’re in a poor state of mind to keep track regardless. But presently a man of middling height with his dense curls cropped close to his head pulls out the chair across from you.

“So, what was so important that you needed to come to Noon in person?”

Coseley will look just as you remember him. He always does; he has been Long for centuries before your own birth. Out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers still long and graceful, his palms smudged with the walnut ink he favors, as he sets his teacup on the table and sits down. When you turn your head from the window and meet his gaze, his face is unchanged as expected. No new lines crease the deep warm brown of his cheeks; no fearsome new depth of Winter shines out of his familiar frost-pale eyes. Further heights of the Mansus have been closed to Julian for almost as long as he has been immortal, and thus he remains as he was when he first ascended.

You know he does not see the same changelessness in your face, the face of an occultist of middling power who is feeling the march of time, for no denizen of the Mansus are you. You are, and remain, merely mortal. You must not be able to keep the desolation out of your eyes, because his brows draw together like an oncoming cold front.

“Where is Teresa, Christopher?”

[shaunsummers]

Tek's Birthday!

"Dude...you're serious?" Rebel's smile only widens at all this suddenly being placed in her lap. It was also just delightful to hear Tek talk about anything nerdy; whether a short burst or full on tangent. Even if she didn't understand what every word meant. "Yeah, fuck it. Let's do it!" Like there was a reason not to at this point. Tek was confident in being able to handle the computer stuff that Rebel surely couldn't touch even if she tried; and she had. It made her feel like her head was going to explode.

"You're giving them far too much credit." Lilith asserts, idly draining the hot water into the sink. The wild parties of the past, oh, she remembered well. Chances were high for a fight, some slutty pair hooking up, something getting broken, etc. She was willing to put money on it. Actually, that was a great idea. "...I have a thought." Placing the pot aside, Lilith leans back against the counter as she taps her chin with the tip of her finger. "Why don't we place bets?"

While the change of subject was welcomed and relieving, Siren didn't want to end their impromptu conversation on an awkward note. In the background, however, she was still trying to process Beatrix's words. Shaun was only fifteen or sixteen when her and Ash were together, very young to go through anything she, herself, just walked out of. The fighting, manipulation, the constant need for dominance. Siren wasn't aware of her age, either, until they lived together. There was...one hell of a gap between those two. Thinking about it again now, with a sense of sobriety and distance, it curled at her stomach.

"You're offering your boob blunt?" Discarding the potential mind trap in earnest, Siren flashes her a smile in humor. "I'm honored." Still, she was already holding her pen but decides to have a small hit as an appetizer for what was surely a heavily packed joint. "So, how has the life of Beatrix been since graduating?" Steering the topic in a completely different direction was an easy choice. One that would hopefully clear the stiff air between them. Though, she was genuinely curious about her in general.

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"Of course I'm serious! I'm kinda surprised you haven't done it already!" Tek beams warmly, eagerly soaking in her excitement. "It may take me a minute to figure out how to set it up, but I can't start throwing your name around until school starts again, anyways! I'm sure the syntax is a bit different since it's coding visuals rather than physical output on a circuit board, but I'm sure it's gotta be similar. Just a sequence of formulas chaining together to do a thing, so if I figure out what those are, I can start slapping them together. And I'm sure existing code is out there somewhere, so I might not even have to do most of it from scratch, anyways..."

Tek finally surfaces from her brain vomit, catching a flash of Rebel's slightly glazed and confused look, and laughs bashfully. "...I'll figure it out. But yeah, I'm in!" She felt the sudden urge to hug Rebel in her enthusiasm. What was this, a quasi-business partnership? Of sorts? A handshake seemed gauche, at least for them. Meh, I'm doin' it! Tek leans forward with a big smile, scooping her close for a big squeeze. "It's a deal!"

"Bets?" Shaun laughs, folding her arms in curiosity. "On what, exactly?"

Quinn could already see where this was going, and hell yeah she wanted to be involved. "Like a fantasy football thing? Betting Kevin McHuge Pecs runs 300 yards? But instead, like, Rebel's slutty ass makes out with 3 people or Devin punches someone in the boob?"

"Take it while it's hot." Relaxing under the mitigated tension, Beatrix wastes no time striking the end of the blunt and letting that whole subject pass. "If your tolerance is low, be careful. I do not pack these lightly." She cricks a smile, the smell easily and strongly choking the patio air.

"I'm still living with my dad, but I go to Commonwealth in Richmond. In the business program. I hate it, but if we have to live in a capitalist shithole, I want a decent piece of the power." Beatrix exhales in humor, taking a hit of the sneaky cigar before passing it along. "Most of my classes are online, so I only go in two days a week. And on weekends, if I don't work. I do burlesque at Fallout. It's fun, and a little extra money since I'm only part time."

[writingpencil]

Starship 9-65-C had been piloting through the Beta-66-J galaxy for the better part of two cycles. The crew had become friendly as of late, something equivalent to family. Perhaps there was science behind spending 824 days with the only other people for light years.

Communications captain J'l, a Jeradi from Alpha-02-O, had brought over some cups from xir personal collection, using xir impressive telekinesis-which, upon investigation, was discovered to be triggered by soundwaves. "Do not mind the chipping. My people never repair the cracks and chips formed, finding it disrespectful of those who made it."

"What do y'all do with the ones that can't hold drinks?" Asked lead engineer Three Aye, a Baran from Beta-40-Z.

"We use them as decorations," J'l answered, pouring the small gathering the herbal tea. "Traditionally, us Jeradi from the mountains, we drink it cold, but it will not bane me if you heat it up."

"Thank the Worms," At an instant, Three Aye lew out a small flame and heated up his tea. Baran was nicknamed 'Cowboy Dragons' by human scientists since they had organs against their throats that had the equivalent of nitroglycerin stored in them. And the Southern drawl translated through the universal translator. "I'd rather take the midnight shift than drink anything less than 400 C."

J'l rolled xir eyes and then turned to their human companion. "How is it for you, Sloane?"

"My alien in Christ, this shit is mad good," Sloane was the Mandatory Human Companion. Every spaceship was to have one, if for no other reason than to have entertainment. She comes from the Gen Z collection, as the crew was informed. "It would sell good. Wait-is that offensive, xis?"

J'lee laughed. "No, not at all. Would you like some glaze in it?"

"Nah, consuming this as is," Sloane shrugged.

"Speaking of-" Three Aye clicked his teeth, the Barans' way of switching topics without being rude. "Did ya ever see the doctor?"

"Oh, yes, how was your visit to Shumi?" J'lee asked.

Sloane nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, just bruised my ribs. Just gotta be careful and not lift stuff. Boring."

"Now what did ya call what ya did again?" Three Aye asked, bobbing his head. "Adroomline?"

"Adrenaline," Sloane corrected. "It's just a chemical thing, kinda like a hormone, that prepares us for stress. Like sending blood to our muscles and shutting off our pain responses. Gaining super strength like a CHAMP, if I do say so myself."

Sloane flexed their muscles, doing silly poses to show them off.

Three Aye scoffed. "Which that were me. Make engineering easy."

"You have to be careful," J'l hissed. "If you can't feel pain, you can't know you were injured, and you're more likely to perish."

"Worms, J'l, xir acting like I'm serious."

J'l merely sipped xir tea in response.

"Awkward, ha," Sloane smiled. "So anyone going to see the star explosion tonight?"

Many Alien Races have what others would consider Supeepowers. The Jeradi have Telekinesis, the Baran have Flame Breath, and the Humans have Adrenaline.

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 20

NSFW prompt: foodplay

Jinx X Akali

A foodbreak in their session didn't necessarily mean to get unbound. Jinx didn't mind, because it meant getting fed by Akali.

They had ordered sushi and dango skewers for dessert which were still bagged.

Akali held another piece up for Jinx to take "Chew slower, one day you will choke to death."

"I'm trying, I'm just prone to choking, no matter how hard I try, something always wants to go down the wrong pipe!"

"Good thing we're done anyway. Open up, here comes the last one!"

Jinx chewed (not any slower) and swallowed without incidence. "Sooo… did you order dessert or am I the dessert?"

"Both. First dango, then you" Akali pulled up the paper bag and looked inside. She got a container out and looked again. "Damn fuckers forgot the sauce!"

"Guess you gonna have to eat them dry"

"I mean I could…" She let her eyes wander over the bound sub "or I could combine courses to a full meal"

The tinkerer's eyes went wide "how?"

The ninja dropped down between the others legs, her head on her thigh. "You see, dango is sweet and so are you. Dango is dry, whereas you are… nearly dripping" She took one of the skewers out of the container. "You're like a honeypot and guess what goes well with sweets?" She dragged the food slowly through her sub's folds and held them up for her to see. "See? It looks like glazed with honey or caramel" They locked eyes as she slowly popped the first bulb into her mouth and chewed with a moan. "Fuck this is divine" She made a show of eating the other two balls and picked the next set up.

Jinx had never seen anything that hot. When she felt her domme drag the second dango through her folds her hips chased the stimulation.

"You like this? Like being my honeypot?" She repeated the motion, slower this time. "Want to help me get all sides nice and coated?"

The sub whimpered.

"Maybe it's easier if I do it like this…" she pushed the sweet into her waiting cunt, ball by ball, then pulled it out and repeated. "Gotta dip more than ones to get the good stuff all over"

The feeling of the bulbs being pushed and pulled inside her had Jinx moaning. The slow pace was the sweetest form of torture to her. "Kali, fuuuuck…"

The brunette grinned the visible and audible effect of her actions amused and aroused her at the same time. Playfully she twisted her wrist and gave the skewer a spin. The effect was immediate. A loud uncontrolled moan reverberated off the walls.

She knew that with this pace she could drag the session out indefinitely. She gave another twist and watched her lover's eyes roll back.

"Fuu.. fuuck Kali please!" It wasn't enough but also it was becoming too much. The slow drags and twists had Jinx hanging on the edge, ready but not able to fall over. If this kept on she'd lose her mind.

The desperate plea did not fall on deaf ears. She quickened the pace of her hand and aided her ministrations by a hard suck on her poor lover's throbbing clit.

The bluenette finally dropped into pure bliss.