#Will be having a regular updating schedule soon

[mister-carnival]

Gonna be uploading an info card soon aaaand opening new types of commissions !! Also sharing some projects I've been working on !!

[pdalicedraws]

And there was much rejoicing (until they notice they hate each other)

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[robiinurheart33]

Haha wouldn’t it be so weird if when soap was taken and brainwashed he was constantly being compared to this soldier named “ghost” haha

Anyways explicit descriptions of psychological torture and violent intrusive thoughts under the cut

He would be beaten and berated constantly. why wasn’t he stronger than ghost, why wasn’t he faster, more skilled, better, stealthier, healthier.

Ghost could’ve done better in worse conditions.

Ghost has done better in worse conditions.

Why was soap not better even after all this?

It drove him up the wall, the way he would wonder who he was, seething and bleeding by the lip. After all that he’s gone though, all that he’s endured, everything.

Why wasn’t be better? Why can he never, ever be better?

They drove his sanity to the ground, spat and kicked at it until there was nothing but a shell of who he once was, and rebuilt it to fit their ideals. Soap couldn’t remember who he was before this, before the experiments. He couldn’t think, do, say anything without being ordered to do so by someone else.

Some days, soap would pull on the thin stripe down his scalp, eager to find some semblance of control over himself, even if it were pain. He would always get punished.

“It was the only thing he can and will recognise him by.”

“Ghost likes that on you.”

It made him hate the Mohawk even more.

He hates Ghost. He was sick of it. He was done waiting. He was done being compared to. He was done with being second to him. He wanted to pull him apart limb from limb, feel the hot blood spill over his teeth and he rips his throat apart, hear the sickening crunch of his neck being twisted, feel the smooth muscle of his skin ripple and tremble in fear of the one that he was supposedly supposed to be stronger than. Soap will never, ever get anything else in his life but the pure, white-hot rage of revenge. He maybe thinks this had lingered on since he was younger, before everything. It felt like an old friend, more so than his other emotions.

His first mission.

He will be better. He will be better. He will be the best. He will be good. This might be his only shot. This is. He will be the best. He will succeed. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail.

He runs into ghost.

At first, he didn’t know who he was. Soap was in a room with a few others, guns up and masks drawn, ready to shoot anyone who tries to come into the room. They had been infiltrated, and soap wasn’t told more than that. He didn’t really need to know more. Shoot the hostiles, keep people safe. Suddenly, bullets start to rain from outside the door, and soon enough, more and more bodies start hitting the floor. Soap does not panic. He hides behind a bookshelf, waiting.

A big ass motherfucker in a skull mask walks into the room and it looks like the shadows are warping to his presence. Soap does not panic. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, flicking it up and holding it ready. He waits patiently until he stalks near the bookshelf, tightening his grip on the knife. They make eye contact, and through the skull mask stained with blood, he can see jet black eyes staring at him in shock. Death incarnate. Soap does not panic.

“Joh-”

Soap quickly slips out of his hiding spot, wrapping a forearm over his neck and attempting to jab the knife right into his socket. He feels a hand grip tightly onto his forearm, and he goes weightless. All the air escapes his lungs as his back slams against the floor, his head spinning. He screams at himself to get up, fight, be better, before he hears the familiar crackle of a radio.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Ghost.

This is Ghost.

Ghost just fucking flipped him.

Soap does not panic. He does not panic but he feels a chill go down his spine as he sees red, scrambling back up onto his feet. The adrenaline starts to kick in now, and he lunges at him, ripping the radio off his vest and slamming it on the floor. He’s not completely sure why he did that, but in all fairness soap feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind, if his captors haven’t done so already. He punches Ghost, wincing slightly as his knuckle hit the cheekbone corner of his stupid skull mask. Soap starts to reach for his gun before Ghost punches back, hitting the mask clean off his face, pushing his back to the floor, one hand on his wrists. Soap starts to get really agitated now. After everything that he’s gone through, he’s still not good enough to beat ghost. He still hasn’t improved. He hasn’t gone anywhere. He makes eye contact with Ghost and is slightly taken aback when he is reflected with an equally crazed stare.

“Johnny.”

What the fuck?

Soap doesn’t say anything. Ghost’s eyes are brown, not black. Why hasn’t be killed him yet? Why isn’t Soap struggling? Ghost has blonde eyelashes.

“Where have you been?” To soap’s absolute horror, those brown eyes start to become glossy. He flinches back as if he’s been hit, and grits his teeth. No shit, he’s been here the whole time, where else is he supposed to be?

Soap surges forward and headbutts him in hopes of him letting go. He doesn’t, and it makes soap all the more dizzier, more frustrated. Why isn’t he fucking dead already? He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his mind right.

“Johnny. Johnny.” Can he just shut the fuck up? It’s getting increasingly hard to concentrate for some reason. Shit. He feels overly exposed without the mask, feeling his body temperature rising steadily.

“Stop calling me that!” he growls out, twisting out of his grip and punching his across the face. The twisted skull mask looks almost comical out of place, but he can still see those eyes. Ghost’s hand comes to cup his cheek, and soap flinches back. His eyes look like Soap just mauled his puppy right in front of him. It makes him freeze in place, head awkwardly hovering between the floor and Ghost.

Images of blood spilling and needles, dirt and coffins fill his head, the sound of a neck snapping, gagging, screams and whimpers. Hands on him, eyes on him, never letting go. Stay. Soap snaps back into place, grabbing the mask and twisting it up, covering Ghost’s eyes. He quickly gets his other hand free and pushes ghost off him, sprinting out of the room.

“Wait-!” Is all he hears before flying down the corridor, back to safety, back to where it’s familiar, where he always is, where he always will be.

Loyalty has always been Soap’s best trait.

[indig0trollsinspo]

sorry for the continued absence

i have remained categorically Capital-U-Unwell

[impel-clown]

Please please please I hope you update Kings and Clowns soon, it's just brilliant no matter how many times I reread it!

Thank you so much!! Kings and Clowns should be updated this week, and here's a little snippet of it to tide you over til then

"There is a delicate balance between routine and novelty that Mihawk must keep in order to remain functional in his day to day life. Practicing his swordsmanship is a staple he cannot go without, and should he fail to tend to his garden on schedule the consequences can ripple for months on end. However, monotony too can take its toll. Without the occasional thrill of the unexpected- whether a battle where the World Government actually deploys somewhat competent combatants or simply Crocodile surprising him with a new book- Mihawk will grow listless. 

However, as he wakes to a cold bed and an absent husband, Mihawk finds his tolerance for surprises has already been surpassed for today."

[pinkgrapefloyd]

i'm writing so many scenes that are making me want to eat glass and it's bananas that you won't get to eat glass with me until i've edited and posted them all? i am gods strongest soldier for not just posting spoilers 24/7. anyway the ruin my life draft has hit 80k please clap

[angiestown]

an assortment of AC furniture ideas

fossil themed furniture set. everything is made out of dino bones

ghost themed set. everything is kind of floaty and translucent. maybe you can walk through some pieces

kitty themed set. the couch is definitely scratched up. maybe a paper screen with holes in it. scratched curtains to hang from the wall. a sleeping cat with breathing animation that purrs and mrrps when you interact & it can be placed on top of other things

gingerbread set. can be recoloured to christmas, halloween, fruity and pastel colours. includes a lollipop fence

WALL. MOUNTED. MIRRORS I'll be saying this forever until they add at least one

set made entirely of glass

just a bowl of snacks. there is so much food in NH but there is still no like bowl of chips or bowl of popcorn

air fryer

oversized flowers, weeds and trees to give the impression that you are actually small

sequins furniture. has two customization slots, a colour and an image (image can be replaced with custom design). when you interact it flips the sequins over from the colour to the image

new years themed furniture with customizable year

path edges. they can be walked over & recoloured and they line up perfectly with the edges of terraformed paths. they work sort of like fences in how you place them and will automatically orient themselves with the edge of a path if there is an edge on that tile

big beach umbrella with no chairs attached

y2k-looking inflatable furniture

set made entirely out of topiaries

glow in the dark furniture. idk what it looks like normally but it'd glow in the dark

leather with spikes furniture

go back to sets typically having 11 pieces total + add a 12th & 13th piece which is a rug and fence

[wintfleur]

LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY SUNSHINE GOES…)

⊹ a jesse tlou series

☀️🪽 you and jesse have been stuck like glue ever since you met. he became so much more than just your best friend, but also your protector and confidant. from teaching you how to defend yourself to switching your schedule to be with him on patrol. everyone in the town knew it, it was clear for them to see. if they saw you they knew jesse would be by your side or watching ( 𝒶dmiring ) you from afar, never to far though.

you couldn’t see it yourself—not at first at least, but he was head over heels in love with you, putting himself at risk (more than you would like) to keep 𝓎ou safe. All he wanted was you and you were coming to the realization that all you wanted….was 𝒽im.

GENRE. fluff, angst, post-apocalyptic drama, friends to 𝓁overs, a written series, blurbs, headcanons and mid-length writings.

𝓟AIRING. best friend! jesse x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, protecter! jesse x protected sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, friends to 𝓁overs / mutual pining , dina x jesse + male oc x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader ( brief flings )

WARNING. the regular tlou warnings, angst, fluff, smut, themes of violence, mature violence (I’ll put specific warnings before each chapter)

DISCLAIMER this story is completely fictional ( obviously ) slight changes to the original game/show plot, pretty much everything during the timeskip is completely made up by me, jesse is 2 years older than sunshine, and for the sake of the plot—joel and tommy weren’t separated for that long.

˗ˏˋ SUNSHINE PLAYLIST PINTEREST ´ˎ˗

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

OO1. ( THE NIGHT WE MET )

❛ SPONTANEOUS STARGAZING ❜

left in an unfamiliar place you find yourself trying to grasp at any positivity that you can find in this situation. your days are filled with distractions, trying to get used to the new place while your fears plagued your sleep at night. unknowingly leading you to the person that would help with it all.

OO2. ( CHRISTMAS SPIRIT )

coming soon…

˗ˏˋ BLURBS HEADCANONS MOODBOARDS ETC. ´ˎ˗

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

jesse’s love languages

𝓻oro’s note. My first tlou writings for this account and of course I had to have it be for the loml Jesse ᐢᗜᐢ please be patient for I am not the fastest writer!! So updates are random, I have a kinda idea on what I want to happen with this series but I’m so indecisive it might change a little hehe….my asks are always open to talk about this so feel free to send me some thoughts, questions, and requests!!! I hope you all enjoy 🤍

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 @carmysdoll

this is the tag for the series ☀️🪽 sunshine x tlou!

ᆼᆽᆼ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 & 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ！

𝓶ain 𝓶.list

˖ ་ 𝓽aglist : @winterbarnesblog @43hyughes @toasttt11 @mushy-mushroom04 @mihstar @beelee-cotton @hardbeingcasual

send an ask or comment on this post to be added to the taglist!!

©️WINTFLEUR ; you can't copy, translate, reproduce, repost my fic, use my plot or layout.

[strwberri-milk]

Hii

How would the boys react to a reader that goes out with friends or get out to do something and ends up taking a long time and not telling them

Zayne trusts you of course but when an hour passes and you still haven't even texted him he can't help but panic a little. He doesn't usually text you when you're out but his nerves are really getting to him. He doesn't spam your phone - simply just texts you asking if you're alright.

You're the type of couple that has Life 360 just because. There was no real reason to download it but you thought it'd be fun to so you did. Zayne almost forgets he has the app until he finds it while aimlessly scrolling on his phone, waiting for your text. He looks at it, sighing as he doesn't recognise where you are since he never really asked where you were going.

If you take too long to reply he'll call you once, hoping that it's enough to alert you that he's getting a little worried. When you finally reply to him he softly breathes a sigh of relief, thanking you for returning his message. He asks for a status update and when he can expect you to be home by before telling you to have fun doing whatever it is you're doing.

Xavier isn't happy you aren't returning his calls. He messages and texts a little more frequently than Zayne but it's not really spamming. It is definitely frequent enough that he feels you should have seen something at this point but the fact that you're still not replying has him worried. You should have looked at your phone by now - why haven't you?

He'll get to a point where rather than texting you a check in he'll be calling you, every missed call making him more and more anxious. He's practically praying for you to call back and when you finally do you can hear the mild disappointment in his voice. He's not mad at you, just a little fed up with the fact that you haven't updated him in so long.

You apologise to him and the tone totally disappears from his voice. He just asks where you are and when you anticipate being home. Once you've cleared it up he's back to his regular self for the most part - he'll just be kinda mopey when you get home since he expected you home at one time then you just weren't there. It messed with his cuddling schedule :(

Rafayel is not having it. At all.

His first response is to blow up your phone with texts. First they're accusing you of forgetting him and other nonsensical things like that then it's just him aggressively keysmashing and sending images of his studio or just whatever photos he has kicking around in his gallery.

If that somehow doesn't get your attention he's going to check your location because of course he has it then text that to you with "cheater" scrawled across it as he highlights your distance from his home (but you are fully aware he's just being dramatic), then starts spamming your phone with calls.

If you at least just text him back a letter he'll chill out a little, less worried that you somehow died while being out. He's more than happy to leave you to your own devices as long as he can be sure you're coming back to him. You do have to tell him the amended return time so he's not losing his mind worrying about your well-being.

Sylus trusts you but also. He knows where you are at any given moment in time. He'll just turn on the tracker he (consensually) put on your phone to get an idea of where you are. If you seem to be taking longer than he expected he'll shoot you a text. If you somehow don't reply to it he'll send you another before starting to call you once in a while until you pick up. If you don't, you'll soon be hearing the familiar mechanical caw of a crow.

Mephisto pecks and taps against the glass of your car or caws loudly near you as he reminds you of Sylus' existence, your phone's logs showing you his missed calls. You return them now, apologies spilling out of your lips. He laughs a little at how eager you are to make sure he understands that you didn't ignore him on purpose. He reassures you that he's aware and he just wanted to make sure you're alright, wishing you well. He's only this relaxed because he knows it'd be easy to get a live feed of you no matter where you are in the world.

[acciojaeyun]

let me hold you close | p.sh.

PAIRING. rich!sunghoon x fem!reader

SUMMARY. you and sunghoon are both off-limits. you're still living with your ex, and he's off to get married to someone that has been arranged for his family business. but that doesn't stop you both from trudging boundaries when it's just you and him in your own world.

CONTENTS. smut, some angst, some fluff. LOTS OF JEALOUSY. smut with plot. not beta-read. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNINGS. lots and lots of jealousy. sunghoon is DOWN-BAD for reader, but the feeling’s mutual. indirect cheating (but not really???). semi-public sex, dom!sunghoon, bratty reader. somewhat mean hoonie. oral (both f and m receiving), p in v, unprotected sexual act (use protection at all times), temperature play, sensory deprivation, slight bondage (just tying up), sir kink (oh yeah baby), spitting kink. use of pet names (wiee). THREE SEX SCENES. (seldom mentions of hyung line: heeseung, jay, and jake) IDK I WROTE THIS BEFORE I COULD FULLY WRITE EVERYTHING.

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. FINALLY IT'S HERE. belated happy birthday, my hoonhoon! this is my hoon birthday gift for y'all. hope you like it! (did i write two sunghoon smuts already? yes, yes i did.) also, wait for further updates, i might be updating anyone from the hyung line soon! wink wink.

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There was something about him.

Park Sunghoon was the image of something so mysterious – yet, so captivating. His eyes held something deeper than what he tries to convey. You tried to hard to look away, but his actions, his stance – they command attention.

So much, that they commanded yours.

He has been a constant, a regular at the bar that you're working in every weekend to make ends meet. He was the hot bachelor that belonged in the upper VIPs that usually had a secluded room where they could share small talk over top shelf drinks.

Your first encounter with Park Sunghoon was when Byeol called in sick, and that meant you took over her shift as the personal-hired entertainer at Room 130.

"Please, Y/N," Byeol pleaded through the phone, coughing as her voice scratched against her throat, "if I could, I would. I'll take over your shift for the next week. You'll have my pay for tonight."

Now, additional income is something that is very difficult to shake off, no matter how it takes a night that consists of Neoguri noodles off of your schedule.

You wore your signature red cocktail dress, one that hugs all your right proportions beautifully, but not too tight, with a slit that doesn't go too up high on your thigh. Matched with a wave that's swept to the side, it is a no-brainer that the four men of Room 130 didn't even ask where their usual entertainer, Byeol, is.

"What a pretty face," Jake comments as he takes a sip of his armagnac, his eyes travelled down to your legs, but went back to your face, "nice voice, too." He adds.

Sunghoon was late, muttering an excuse that was along the lines of: his mother made him stay for a supposed meet-up with someone.

"Mommy's still on it?" Heeseung jokes, grabbing some of the snacks on the table, shaking his hand to remove the residue of it before pouring it to his mouth.

Sunghoon sends a look over Heeseung's way, making the oldest boy chuckle, "Well, you have to follow mommy's orders, or else, you're gonna whine about how your daily allowance has been reduced to half."

The rest of the boys chuckled, alongside the girls that were in the room to hold them company. Sunghoon was not the most pleased, he knew that Heeseung is right. He has to find a lady or else he will be arranged to a wedding just to keep up his expenditures and his lifestyle.

"Who's the girl?" Jay asks as he places his hand on the small of the back of the lady that sat on his lap, his eyes on the girl that giggled as she kept on tracing the edge of Jay's jawline.

"I don't know," Sunghoon grunted, eager to down a shot that was already on the table, "all I know is I have to find a partner ASAP, or else, I'll be wed to someone I could care less about."

That was when his eyes landed on you, singing a song softly as you held your vintage microphone. His eyebrows perched up slightly, and he smiled to himself.

Now, it has been approximately the fifth consecutive week that Sunghoon had tried to talk to you, alone, on your supposed shift at the public part of the bar.

Sweeping past through sweaty bodies as well as people that are drunk off their minds, Sunghoon was determined to at least know you better. It only took one song and one damn dress to catch Sunghoon's attention.

Lucky for him, he had caught your attention, too.

The thing was, you had a boyfriend – well, a roommate, if you will. Since love was obviously out the window, and that you were trying to sustain each other's stay in your apartment that has its contract nearing its end by the end of December.

Well, another reason was that your then-boyfriend was still trying to win you back.

And while you're certain that you're over him and is keeping him at bay for benefits, he certainly was not, and it somehow was making you guilty that you're somehow leading him on even when it was Sunghoon's face that you think of whenever you press your bullet vibrator against your clit, leaving out broken, breathy moans that underestimated how much you think you're going to moan for Sunghoon if time permits you.

Which brings you to here, a never-ending cat and mouse game that you have established with Sunghoon, who clearly was so head-over-heels for you.

The ordeal was simple: you, one of the bar's beloved entertainers, would finish a song that you sing and dedicate for Sunghoon, but wander off with a smile as you try and find yourself a suitable man vying for your attention. It was effective for you to make him jealous and demand your attention on him for the next hours.

Sunghoon had never gone past the eating only the third base, and Sunghoon was more than willing to eat your pussy on hours end. And you were willing to let him go past that, if only you haven't seen the ring that adorned his left hand, snug tight around his ring finger.

It was a stark reminder of how he was not for you, just how you are starting to become his.

"You sing here often?"

"I do," You'd giggle to whoever this guy's name is, you really didn't know, nor even tried remembering. You were sure it wasn't his name that you'll be screaming in the bathroom stalls of the bar.

"I should bo-"

"Then I'd want to book you, privately," Sunghoon cut the guy off, his voice reeking of jealousy and authority as he stood behind you, your back flushed against his chest.

"Ya," the boy raised his voice and poked Sunghoon's blue sweater tank top, "do you mind? We're talking here."

"And I'm talking to her, as well," Sunghoon responded, his eyes crinkling into amusement, "do you not want to talk to me, baby?" He pouts at you, nuzzling his chin to your neck as he leaves light kisses on it, making you gasp.

"I.." You trail off, biting your lip as your eyes moved back and forth between the guy and Sunghoon.

"I'm not wasting my time on this," the guy raised his hands in defeat, backing away, leaving you with the guy that you have tried to flirt indirectly through the night.

"Fancy seeing you here against sweaty bodies," You giggle as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down teasingly to have his lips over yours, to which Sunghoon growled and pushed his lips on yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth as his hands dug on the curves of your waist.

"You drive me so fucking crazy," he whispers to your lips, in which you hum as a response. Not a long while after, you're being guided to one of the restrooms, his lips now attacking your neck to leave noticeable bruises that you're trying to cover up before you go to your morning shift at the local library of your town.

He pushes you to an empty restroom, not minding to lock it as he cages you in between his body and the sink. “Are you having fun?” He suddenly asks as he pools your dress up your hips and starts rubbing you through your wet panties, “Playing with me, are you having fun?”

You looked at him through lidded eyes and nod, “I do,” you say as you bite your lip, spreading your legs wide, “I like it when you’re so crazy for me.”

He grunts and kneels down, pulling your panties down as his nose is immediately wafted off by the smell of your arousal spreading throughout your core, “So wet for me, the guy did that to you?” He spoke as his thumb pressed on your bare clit, making you shudder.

“N-no,” you squeaked out, holding on the sink behind you, “it has always been you.”

“Always been me?” Sunghoon chuckles as he blows air to your sensitive cunt, “I don’t know, babe, I’m starting not to believe it given how many times I’ve practically pulled you off against men who are thirsting over you.”

Not leaving you any moment to respond, Sunghoon attaches his lips to your sensitive nub, moaning at your familiar taste that he had been obsessed with.

Moaning his name, you immediately hold on his hair, tightening your grip on his soft, brown-black hair, to which Sunghoon tuts as he pulls away, his thumb replacing his lips as he presses and rubs circles on your clit, “You don’t get to touch me, princess.”

Grasping your wrist, Sunghoon had practically forced your hand off his hair, placing it on the sink behind you to continue his ministrations on your pussy.

“Love this pussy so much,” he breathes out, poking his tongue out to fuck your hole with, “so pretty, could get in this forever.”

You moaned in response, desperate to cum just by Sunghoon’s fingers alone. Instinctively, your hands went to play with your breasts, pulling your dress straps down to pool on your arms, you bit your lip as you pinched and flicked your nipples, mimicking the way Sunghoon does it when he was mouthing your tits instead of your pussy.

Sunghoon looked up at you and smirked, sneaking in a hand between your legs to spread your labia apart, forcing his tongue deeper into you as he shook his head sideways, nose prodding against your clit, mouth leaving out noises, making sure that anyone could walk in the unlocked restroom and catch you both in such sinful act.

With buckled knees, you started to grind on his tongue, your mind dancing on the quick release that you felt was bubbling at the pits of your stomach, “Y-you eat pussy so fucking good.”

“That’s where I’m best at, babe,” Sunghoon winks at you, pushing his middle finger inside you after tracing your hole with it, “and can you blame me? Your pussy tastes like heaven.”

“O-oh!” You squeaked out, feeling your orgasm could come if Sunghoon continued this. And as if Sunghoon knows how to push your buttons, he adds a second finger, then a third, his tongue now dancing on your clit as he panted against your core.

“Fuck - shit, Sunghoon!” You exclaim as you push his face to your core, panting as you whine, eyes screwed shut with your other arm failing to hold on the counter, regardless of how dry the sink it may be, body convulsing as you cum on Sunghoon’s face.

Sunghoon happily licked through your folds, slurping your cum messily and noisily. He stood up with your cum glistening on his lips, his mouth sporting the smuggest grin that made you want to kiss his face silly.

“Damn,” you breathed out, leaning toward his chest to ground yourself.

“We’re not done yet.”

Needless to say, Sunghoon made sure that you could cum thrice from his fingers and mouth alone.

The following week, you were in the same position — however, instead of your hand holding on the sink, it was Sunghoon’s, with his other hand fisting your hair as he holds you still while he fucks your mouth to prove a point.

“So f-fucking warm,” Sunghoon grunted, his balls trodding against your chin as he kept on cursing, too lost in the bliss of your mouth taking him tightly, mimicking a virgin pussy.

With blood almost drawn on his lips, Sunghoon lets out a guttural groan as he pushes you against his pelvis, his penis bullying its way on your throat as strings of warm cum painted your throat.

“Should get you jealous more often,” Sunghoon comments as he regains his breathing, “such a desperate slut you become once you start reminding me whose pussy my dick belongs to.”

Before you could respond, the tall boy pushes his lips against yours hungrily, tongue immediately poking inside to start a tongued kiss with you, cupping both of your cheeks, he made sure you aren’t going anywhere.

“Thighs,” you started, too overtaken by lust, but Sunghoon heard it, he held your face with one hand to force you to look at him, “Your thighs, Sunghoon, I want to-“

“Yeah? Wanna grind on it, pretty?”

You nod, anything that could have you feeling him against your throbbing core, “Please,” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist to make you suck on his ring-clad finger, “want it, so much.”

Sunghoon almost lets out an animalistic growl as he pulls you to one of the stalls. He reaches behind you to lock it before turning around and places the seat down, sitting on it before urging you to straddle him.

Pooling your dress over your lap, you did as you were instructed. Hanging both arms around his neck, you stood up to pull your panties down, the slight string of arousal visible from the cloth.

On the other hand, Sunghoon already had his pants and boxers discarded, his angry cock lay erect against his stomach. You licked your lips and straddled him again, your legs on either side of his thighs, thigh-grinding long forgotten.

Both of you hissed as your pussy made contact with his dick, and soon enough, you were both a grinding mess, your grinds interrupted by humps as you groped your tits, your head thrown back as you continue to moan Sunghoon’s name.

“Yeah, moan that n-name, he’s y-yours, isn’t he?” Sunghoon hissed, his hair all over his face before leaning down to suck on your free boob that has been exposed from the tubing of the dress that was pulled down by you prior.

“Mhm, he’s mine!” You squealed as you hit your high just in the same time as the pale boy you’re sat on.

“Fuck,” you chuckled.

“Damn,” Sunghoon said breathlessly before kissing your lips and leaning his forehead against yours.

It was the first time he kissed you on the forehead after hooking up.

Last, last week’s hookup session with Sunghoon has all become you’ve ever thought about as you placed the books on the shelves, pausing every now and then as you daydream of it.

It has been two weeks since Sunghoon had shown up in the bar that you’re working at every weekends.

And while you hoped that he could at least sweep in to wave or send a smile your way. But Friday had gone, so has Saturday, even Sunday - no signs of Sunghoon.

His absence seemed to gnaw on you as you started to search for him during weekdays at your off-duties, but none. No sign of Sunghoon.

And you can’t even text him, since he hadn’t given his number, and you didn’t, too.

You’ve found his Instagram page, but it has never been updated apart from the photo of a golf course which he had posted four days ago. Stories didn’t also help, as he never updates his stories. DMs are off, and the only way to contact him was through e-mail.

E-mailing him had crossed your mind the moment it reached Thursday, you were so close to losing your mind that you didn’t even care whether or not to message him through his work e-mail, regardless of the possibility that anyone within the network could see it.

“That’s too much of a thought,” said a voice that startled you. Turning around, you saw the infamous Sunghoon leant agains the bookshelves, arms crossed, mouth adorning a soft smirk that you’ve grown to love.

“Please, I bet you’re thinking I’m thinking of you,” you snorted as you continued sorting the books, eyes not meeting his as his gaze challenged you.

“Well, I don’t even have to bet. I know you’re thinking of me whether you admit it or not,” Sunghoon countered.

“What an ego,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes, disappointed by his sudden absence for two weeks, even without giving you a notice as to why.

“Where are you off to, tonight?” He asked out of nowhere.

“Home, as usual.”

“My place?”

“No, what do you mean?”

“You said you were going home?”

“Since when had your place been my home?”

“Are you willing for it to be?”

“Sunghoon, what?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, looking at him as if he had three heads in one body.

“I’m serious, stay with me.”

“Sunghoon—“

“I don’t take no for an answer.”

“Sunghoon!”

“What a noisy librarian do I have here,” Sunghoon smirked, “I like it when you’re noisy though.”

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled Sunghoon at the back of the library, “What are you doing, Park Sunghoon?”

“Full name? Ouch,” he placed a hand on his heart.

“Sunghoon,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Let’s go home,” he said instead of answering your questions, pulling you by your arm to the direction of his car that has been parked in front of the library.

Now, it was supposed to be just a talk. A negotiation between you and Sunghoon to finally end whatever it was between you both, both your heart and mind exasperated by the uncertainty that was brought about by you and him.

But here you are, biting your lip as Sunghoon kissed you on your neck, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking, as he kept your hips pinned down by the grip of his hands on it.

“Stop moving,” he demanded, looking at you with such fire in his eyes whenever you bucked your hips up onto him.

“Need you,” you whined out, desperate to grind on him again, this time, you were hoping that it would last long and be much more comfortable than the last time that you did in the stalls.

“I know, sweetie,” Sunghoon smirked before sitting up to grab his black necktie which he had on his nightstand, “This okay?” He asked as he raised the necktie before you, insinuating a plan that he had in mind.

With a nod and a verbal agreement, Sunghoon wrapped the blindfold around your head before pulling away to see you in your totality: laid back, eyes covered by the velvet cloth of his necktie, and naked — all just for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Sunghoon comments as he grabbed the cloth ropes that dangled on the edge of the headrest, grabbing it with a smirk, he hoists your arms up, making you gasp, as he tied it to the to the headboard.

He tested whether the knot was tight or just right, before peering down at you and cupping your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss on you.

Adjusting his body, Sunghoon left a trail of kisses from four face down to your nipple, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. Pulling back, he grabbed the cold glass of champagne that sat on the trolley by his bed. Grabbing a small ice cube from the bucket of the bottle, he circled the ice around your nipple, earning a gasp from you.

"Cold, isn't it?" He questioned before leaning down again to give your other breast attention, and after a while, he switched places, giving you the same amount of pleasure from the cold and his warm mouth alone.

He trailed the melting ice cube down your body, making you shiver at how the cold trail was instantly replaced by his warm lips as he kissed you along the wet path of the melted ice cube.

"You and your pretty body," he whispers before grabbing another ice cube again, this time, he placed it on his tongue, letting the cold replace the warmth of his tongue.

Peering down between your legs, he crawled down until he was face near your core, making you sigh in anticipation, it was moments like this that you craved for Sunghoon to speed up his actions. It was no lie that Sunghoon ate pussy pretty good, and sometimes, you think, how good could he be when he finally has his dick inside you?

Sunghoon pokes his cold tongue against your hole, making you squeal as your legs thrashed up in surprise. He grinned as he gave kitten licks to your core, his hands pushing your legs far apart before diving into your cunt.

Moans and groans and the occasional noise from Sunghoon's licking on your core were all that could be heard in his bedroom. He kept his eyes on you, basking in your reactions before he inserted his middle and ring finger inside you, contrasting the coldness of his tongue.

"Fuck! I love your m-mouth," you whimpered out, wriggling from the overwhelming feeling that only Sunghoon had managed to get out from you.

"Always f-fucking my pussy with that m-mouth so, g-good - Sunghoon!" you exclaimed as you came on his mouth without warning, Sunghoon humming as he licked through your folds, mimicking the noise of that a happy man.

He straightened up and freed his aching cock from the restraints of his trousers and boxers, hissing as his dick slapped against his stomach before hovering over you again to tip your chin up for a messy kiss.

Sunghoon licked into your mouth before prodding it open so he could spit into it, "Swallow," was all he said before you closed your mouth and opened it in front of him to show him that you did what was told.

The boy groans as he places his dick in between your folds, setting his pace as he starts from something that's agonizingly slow, drawing out a pained whimper from you.

"Hoonie, want your cock."

"Yeah?" he breathed out, picking up his pace, "you already have it been your legs, pretty."

"No," you shook your head, "want it."

"Want it, where?" he starts to slow down without much thought as he dawns realization to what you said.

"Cock, Hoonie, w-want it inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, fuck! Please, hurry!" you pleaded, hands pulling against your restraints, "Want it inside me, Hoonie, please!"

"Condoms?"

"No, raw."

"Baby–"

"Please!"

One beg from you and Sunghoon's heartbeat has already picked up. Before you both even started seeing each other to hook up, you have already established that the farthest you could go with each other is oral. Other than that is off the table, as you have said, you both are completely off-limits.

Sunghoon's chest warmed at the thought of you warming up to him, "Okay, baby," he breathed out, "are you sure?"

"I am," you whined.

He leaned over and removed your blindfold and restraints, letting you adjust before pushing his lips on yours, "Thank you, thank you," he muttered in between kisses as he pulls himself away, prodding the tip of his dick on your throbbing hole.

"I gotta say," Sunghoon chuckled as he pushes his tip inside you slowly, earning a delicious moan from you both, "you're so goddamn pretty, more exceptionally so when I'm inside you."

Sunghoon has a way with words, that's one thing that you made yourself known. That was something about him that you think was what sealed the deal – he fed into your need for constant assurance, even though there were limitations between you both.

"Push it all in," you demanded.

Without another word, Sunghoon pushed himself inside, earning a throaty groan between you both.

"Shit, f-feel so g-good for me, oh, my god," Sunghoon breathed as he pushed his face into the crook of your neck, your arms immediately finding home around his torso.

Sunghoon picks up his pace as he continues on bullying his way inside you, relishing on how your pussy throbs around his dick. With every thrust that he lands inside you, your eyes roll at the back of your head, feeling the pulse of the veins of his dick with every drag.

"God, Sunghoon, I–" you cut yourself off with a groan by his ear, cradling his face as he placed light kisses on your shoulder, "Fuck, Sunghoon, so good!"

The boy pulled his face away, prying your mouth open as he spit into your mouth, his cock drilling inside you in the slowest, yet most delicious way. It was as if he was trying his best to memorize how your gummy walls enveloped his dick, in the hopes of making your pussy remember his.

And, to commit this into memory, Sunghoon removes the ring he had clad around his ring finger, reaching for your left hand that hung around your shoulder, and, in a lust-filled haze, he wore the finger around the nearest finger that was accessible to him, he'd fix that later.

Your eyes wandered to the ring that adorned your thumb, before biting your lip and looking at him. Sunghoon already adjusted himself, kneeling straight as he hikes your leg up and places it on his shoulder; and with a roll of his hips, both of you are already a whimpering, moaning mess.

"So f-full, fucking finally," you moaned out and Sunghoon reaches for your other hand to intertwine it with his, "Yeah? Been dreaming of it for so long, huh?"

Tapping your cheek he makes you look at him, "Been dreaming of this, t-too, baby," he says, panting, "been dreaming of d-doing more than just this, too,"

You looked at him with doe eyes, your lips dropping down to his lips, "Kiss me, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon nodded and kissed you, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, it was in that moment that only the two of you existed.

"You're squeezing me so f-fucking..." Sunghoon trailed, eyebrows drawn to each other in concentration, "..so fucking good for me, God, I love you."

His hands travelled down to your clit and rubbed circles around it, making you whimper and pull his face to yours, your lips wanting to get a taste of his again.

"Not gonna last l-long, princess," Sunghoon muttered in between grunts, "You close?" He said as he looked at you, searching your eyes for more than just your sign of being as near as he is.

You hum reaching your head up to peck his lips, "M-me too, Hoonie, dick is f-fucking me so g-good," your head attempting to throw back as his tip kept on hitting that sweet spot inside you.

"I love you," Sunghoon whispers as he lets go of your leg on his shoulder, pressing onto your body as he finally lets go of his cum inside you, your release following suit after he kept on thrusting even if he was coming undone inside you.

For a while, you both had stayed in that position, Sunghoon still deep inside you in between your legs, legs weakly wrapped around his body, both of your arms wrapped around his neck as you combed through his hair.

There was a heavy weight in the air, something that demands to be addressed.

Sunghoon lifts his head up, his chin rest against your chest. With a quick kiss on the valley of your breasts, he pulls the hand that had the ring wrapped around your thumb, he kisses your inner wrist, before, with lidded eyes, removing the ring and placing it instead to your ring finger, kissing your palm after a close inspection.

Sunghoon had never been so sure in his life, until now.

"I meant what I said," Sunghoon says quietly, his eyes now trained on your hand, eager to confess that it had always been you all along.

"Sunghoon, we can't.."

"Why?"

"You're going to get married,"

"I called it off."

You looked at him with a gasp, "What?"

"I said I found a partner, I always told you I'll always have you close, right?" he says as he sent you a soft smile, relishing in the hand that played with his hair.

"You're crazy," you chuckled.

"You make me go crazy over you," Sunghoon smiles with his eyes almost close.

"I love you, too, Sunghoon."

And when your eyes both meet, Sunghoon smiled softly, and that was when you both knew – it was where you both are supposed to be.

Sunghoon hums as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, this time, sure.

"Stay with me tonight," Sunghoon whispers.

"I'll stay tomorrow, too," you add.

"And on the days after that?" Sunghoon asks, his cheek pressed against your chest.

"And on the days after eternity."

© acciojaeyun, 2024.

DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED/REPOSTED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM, OR PUT INTO ANY AI PROGRAMS. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

[idrellegames]

Since I've been getting a few more asks about Episode 3—no I'm not hiding it from anyone, no it's not going to be released for the public any time soon, and yes, it is being worked on, and yes it is getting closer to being finished!

The majority of it is available to play as an alpha demo on my Patreon, although what currently playable is locked to specific Episode 2 endings.

My quarterly roadmaps are posted both here and on itch.io, and have all the updates about what's going on with Episode 3 and where I am currently am in development (Q1 report is here, Q2 report here!).

Episode 3 is the finale of Act 1. There are a lot of choices, a lot of decisions that will impact the future of your playthrough and your Wayfarer's journey. Many of your decisions from Episode 2 will come back to haunt you (in a good way or a bad way) in Episode 3. This episode is going to change everything, and the game and your Wayfarer will not be the same afterwards.

Finally, Episode 3 is the length of a full IF game due to its complexity. There is a reason why it is taking so long to develop. I know folks are impatient for more, but Wayfarer's episode structure is more like installments in a long-running series than chapters of a book. It takes time to pull off something like this, and I promise it will be worth the wait!

Green parts are playable and in the alpha build; blue is completed but not coded (and therefore are not in the alpha); yellow is in the drafting process; red is not started. word count is cumulative for all variations/routes/paths; single playthroughs will vary greatly in length depending on choices made.

I am very close to the end now, but it is very difficult to accurately estimate how long it will take me to finish. I know some people are angry about this, I know some people are disappointed and frustrated because the game is in-development and not a finished product. I know some people think I died and fell off the map or abandoned the project because it hasn't had a public update in a very long time (I didn't, I've always been here, working away).

I don't like releasing content before it's ready. I also don't like releasing episodes in bite-sized pieces even if it means more regular updates. I don't think that would make the game very enjoyable, and it also would make it buggier, with more time spent fixing stuff that I would have normally caught in the editing phase if I finished more things before coding.

I am well aware that Wayfarer is extremely ambitious in its scale, and I am going to live up to how ambitious it is. Ambition takes time, and also sometimes life hits hard. When you're a solo developer, no one else can pick up the slack if you get sick or have a family crisis or need to take time off, so you are going to perpetually be behind schedule.

(And no, other episodes are not going to be as long or as complicated as Episode 3!)

So, at this point I can't say when Episode 3 is being released. Only that it will be!

[coraltinyrose]

FANFIC DATA [15 Minutes to Save Him]

Most of the images I made for the story. Keep scrolling for close-ups and some new sketches.

FANFICTION DATA (4-june-2025) 🕙Title: 15 Minutes to Save Him 🕙Genre: Romance (F/M) 🕙Style: Canon rewrite 🕙Main pairing: Ranma x Akane 🕙Length: +20K words 🕙Ranking: Teen and up 🕙Where to read: ·AO3 - Fanfic with embedded fanart [Read here] ·Tumblr - I will share one fan art or so + a text excerpt for every chapter released. So it works as notifications. ·(Maybe FF.net - Fanfic with text only [account]) Summary: Ranma makes life plans right after the battle in China, but his daydreams crumble when darkness swallows him. Meanwhile, Akane witnesses his decline and is undeterred by his new, closed-off behavior. She'll uncover the root of his change and help him, even if it takes a counterintuitive approach! But will their secret 15-minute deal work? And can she keep taming her hopes of reciprocated love? ------ Progress update (4-June-2025) The fanfic started its release on AO3! See the cover and get further updates in this new tumblr post. Progress update (29-May-2025) New art at end of post. Fanfic edits/beta ongoing. Progress update (18-May-2025) Beta checks are ongoing, which made me start rereading the manga (focusing on specific parts) to improve a particular character's arc. I'm happy I can follow it in Japanese decently well! Level up~ New art added to this post.

Progress update (13-May-2025) -Cover art and some other sketches done -Publishing system decided -Beta reading pending

Progress update (8-May-2025) Drawing art while waiting for beta reading. Cover WIP added at the end of this post~

Progress update (2-May-2025)

The first chapters are as polished as my current skills allow, and they’ve already had some beta reading—kyaa~ (TYSM! @luna12-ranma-akane-otp ). The rest of the fic is also pretty far along, totaling 18k words.

Again, don’t expect regular updates from me, but know that things are happening behind the scenes.

Progress update (27-Apr-2025) The project is progressing nicely, but that means fewer posts as I keep editing the fanfic (not drawing art). Don't worry if you see me post less in the next days/weeks. I added a new sketch at the end of this post's close-ups!

Progress update (24-Apr-2025)

My amazing pro writer friend read the first draft and gave me super useful and sweet feedback. I'm so motivated to improve the story and release it ♡ RELEASE TIMELINE

I have a lot to rewrite and, as this is a for-fun project, there's no set date. But I can say this: I'm the type of creator who finishes projects to keep things consistent, start to end, and then releases them into parts. That lets people savor each installment and perhaps speculate with others on what will happen next.

Yes, I'm evil, not giving it all at once. But at least early readers have security that there is a (hopefully) satisfying ending coming ^^ Then, even if I could start publishing the fanfic once the texts are fully finished, I also want time to do art accompanying the story (like this post's images). So I'm considering whether I...

A) wait to release until I have all texts + images = regular release schedule but longer wait B) just release when I have the text and do images on the go = irregular releases, but we start earlier Probably I'll go with a mix of both, having a buffer of images before the start. Which, in a way, I already have.

What is your preference as a writer or reader?

Publish all at once, "chaos" irregular but release as soon as you have it, monthly, weekly, daily,...

----- *Characters by Takahashi Rumiko

[elliesbabygirl]

ch.003 ⇄ ch.004; Francesca - Hozier

"My life was a storm, since I was born"

my masterlist.

word count: 3.7k words

Series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy'breakup' between the two of you

Warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, scars, light use of y/n, + lots of fluff in the beginning. I think those are all the tags for this ch....(also not proof read)

was ch.003 fire or was it firee🔥🔥I'm so glad people liked ch. 003 as well, especially with all the love you guys have given the series so far. we're back to my regular schedule of updating, this week has been crazy hectic and has had me running around like a maniac with college! 😭 please enjoy ch.004 for now, ch. 005 is already (halfway) in the works as an apology for being so late with ch.004. !!

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the sheets. The dorm apartment was quiet, the usual noise of campus life barely a hum in the distance. Everything felt slow, easy—like time didn’t exist here.

You stirred slightly, warmth pressing against your back, a strong arm draped lazily around your waist. Then—lips, soft and warm, trailing from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the feel of you.

A sleepy hum escaped your throat as Abby’s mouth lingered just below your ear. “Mm… morning,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, her lips brushing against your skin between words.

You shivered, eyes fluttering open as a lazy smile tugged at your lips. “Morning,” you murmured back, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Abby hummed in response, shifting slightly, pressing herself closer, her hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rest against your stomach. Her fingers were warm, calloused from the gym, but her touch was impossibly gentle.

“You awake yet?” she mumbled against your neck, her lips moving slowly, teasingly.

You exhaled a soft laugh, tilting your head slightly to give her more access. “Not really.”

Abby grinned against your skin, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your jaw. “Good,” she murmured. “Means I get to wake you up properly.”

Her lips trailed lower, pressing lingering kisses down the side of your throat, her fingers tracing lazy circles against your stomach. Everything about her touch was unhurried, like she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Your breath hitched slightly as she nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, and you felt her smirk against your skin.

“You always this needy in the morning?” you teased, your voice still groggy, but laced with amusement.

Abby huffed a soft laugh, tightening her grip around your waist. “Only for you.”

That made something warm settle in your chest.

It wasn’t official. It wasn’t labeled.

But it was something.

And for now, that was enough.

Abby’s kisses slowed, eventually settling into lazy, affectionate pecks against your shoulder as her arms tightened around your waist. Neither of you were in a rush to move, content in the warmth of the sheets and each other.

You sighed, stretching slightly before relaxing back into her hold. “Think we should make breakfast?”

Abby groaned dramatically, nuzzling into your neck. “That sounds like so much work.”

You laughed, reaching back to lazily run your fingers through her hair. “So, what? We just starve?”

Abby tilted her head, lips grazing your ear. “We could always stay in bed,” she teased, voice still thick with sleep.

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Tempting, but I’d rather not die of hunger.”

Abby exhaled heavily, like deciding on food was the hardest thing she’d ever done. “Fine, we’ll doordash.”

You grinned, turning slightly in her arms to face her. “Knew you’d cave.”

Abby gave you a playful glare before grabbing her phone off the nightstand. She scrolled lazily through the app, one arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” you murmured, resting your head against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Abby hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before placing the order. “Alright, food’s on the way. Should be here in, like, twenty minutes.”

You exhaled in contentment, letting your eyes slip shut again. “Guess that means we have twenty more minutes to be lazy.”

Abby smirked, setting her phone down and wrapping both arms around you again, pulling you flush against her. “Best news I’ve heard all morning.”

The next twenty minutes passed in a blissful haze. You stayed curled up together, exchanging sleepy conversation between soft kisses, fingers tracing aimless patterns against each other’s skin. Abby played with your hair absentmindedly, her breathing slow and steady, like she could stay like this forever.

Then, a buzz from her phone broke the moment.

“Food’s here, baby" Abby murmured, but neither of you moved.

You groaned, burying your face against her chest. “I just got comfortable.”

Abby chuckled, rubbing slow circles against your back. “Guess you should’ve ordered after we got up, huh?”

You sighed dramatically before finally pulling away, stretching as you sat up. “I’ll get it,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You just stay here and be useless.”

Abby smirked, watching as you pulled on some sweats and grabbed your keys. “Oh, don’t worry—I fully plan on it.”

You rolled your eyes fondly before heading out the door, making your way downstairs to grab the food.

Still wrapped in the warmth of the morning, completely satisfied with you and Abby’s morning banter.

The elevator ride down to the main floor was quiet, the soft hum of the machinery the only thing filling the space. You pulled your hoodie tighter around yourself, still caught in the warmth of your morning with Abby, your mind far from anything that could ruin it.

The lobby was mostly empty, aside from a student lounging in the corner with their laptop and the delivery driver waiting near the front entrance. You approached, giving a polite nod as you grabbed the bag of food, barely paying attention—

Until you heard her voice.

“Shit.”

Your stomach twisted.

Slowly, you turned, and there she was.

Ellie.

She was standing near the other end of the pickup area, gripping a takeout bag of her own, looking like she had definitely not planned for this. Her hoodie was slightly wrinkled, dark circles sat heavy under her eyes, and for once, she looked genuinely caught off guard.

You stiffened, the weight of everything—the fight, the yelling, the humiliation—hitting you all over again.

Ellie swallowed, shifting awkwardly before clearing her throat. “Uh… hey.”

You didn’t say anything. Just stared, unsure of what to do.

Ellie exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Fuck, this is—uh, I wasn’t—” She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before forcing the words out. “Can I… can I talk to you? Just for a second?”

You inhaled.

She looked nervous, really nervous, like she was fully prepared for you to walk away.

And you could.

You didn’t owe her anything.

But instead, after a long pause, you sighed. “Fine.”

Ellie blinked, like she wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. But she nodded quickly, shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket. “Okay. Yeah. Uh—outside?”

You hesitated before nodding, following her out through the glass doors. The morning air was crisp, the sun just beginning to warm the pavement. You crossed your arms, still gripping the bag of food, watching Ellie carefully.

She rocked on her heels, exhaling sharply before looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

You blinked.

Ellie ran a hand down her face, her jaw clenching like it was hard for her to get the words out. “For everything. For the fight, for ruining your night, for…” She hesitated, shaking her head. “For making you feel like shit.”

You stared at her, unreadable. “Why now?”

Ellie exhaled, her gaze flickering down before meeting yours again. “Because I should’ve done it sooner. Because I—” She stopped, huffing out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Because I couldn’t stand the idea of the last thing you ever heard from me being some jealous, fucked-up excuse for an argument.”

Something in your chest tightened.

Ellie shifted her weight, gripping the strap of her bag. “I was an asshole, I am an asshole. I let my shit get in the way and took it out on you, and I don’t—I don’t expect you to forgive me, but you deserve to hear me say that I know I fucked up.”

You swallowed, processing.

This was different, she was different.

There was no smugness, no anger, no deflection. Just… honesty.

Finally.

You stood there, gripping the bag of food a little too tightly, staring at Ellie like she was something you couldn’t quite figure out.

She looked… different.

Not just in the way she spoke, but in the way she stood—shoulders slightly hunched, like she was bracing for impact. Hands buried deep in the pockets of her wrinkled, oversized hoodie, her hair still a mess from what you guessed had been a sleepless night. She looked so small like this, so unlike the Ellie you once knew.

You weren’t sure what to say.

So you just kept staring, letting her words settle in.

Ellie shifted under your gaze, chewing the inside of her cheek like she wanted to say something else but didn’t know if she should.

Finally, after what felt like too long, you exhaled, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. “Can we… revisit this?” Your voice was quieter now, less guarded. “Like… after our psych lecture? Instead of going to class, we can just—talk.”

Ellie blinked, like she wasn’t expecting that. Then, too fast, she nodded—way too fast. “Yeah. Yes. Absolutely, whatever works for you.”

You sighed through your nose, shaking your head at her awkwardness, but didn’t comment on it. Instead, your gaze drifted slightly above, something else catching your attention.

Just above her brow.

A thin, faint scar was forming where the cut from her fight with Abby had been. It wasn’t big, but it was noticeable now that you were up close.

Your stomach twisted.

You hadn’t really looked at her since that night. Hadn’t let yourself.

But now, seeing the scar—knowing exactly how it got there—it reminded you of everything that had led to this moment.

Ellie caught the way your eyes lingered, her brows furrowing slightly before she reached up, brushing a finger over the healing wound. “Oh. Yeah,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “Guess I kinda deserved that one, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You just stared at her, your frown deepening ever so slightly.

Because as much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t care anymore—

Some small part of you still did.

You still hadn’t said anything. Just stared at the scar forming on Ellie’s brow, your fingers tightening slightly around the takeout bag.

Ellie shifted under the weight of your silence, exhaling sharply before awkwardly shrugging for a second time. “I mean… I did deserve it,” she muttered, trying to play it off. “Fucking up your date and all, Abby had every right to knock me on my ass.”

Her lips quirked like she was going to try for a smirk, but it didn’t quite land.

You finally blinked, shaking yourself from your thoughts as Ellie rubbed the back of her neck, glancing off to the side. “Dina kinda, uh… talked some sense into me after that night,” she admitted, voice low, like she didn’t want to say it but knew she had to. “Told me to quit acting like a fucking idiot and actually apologize instead of, y’know… making everything worse.”

You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, shaking your head. “Sounds like Dina.”

Ellie let out a breathy chuckle, glancing at you briefly before shifting on her feet. Then, hesitantly, she rubbed the back of her neck again and cleared her throat. “Listen, uh—about that talk…” She hesitated, like she was debating whether she should ask at all, then forced the words out anyway. “Can we—not do it after psych?.

You tilted your head slightly. “You wanna skip class twice just to talk?”

Ellie huffed, looking mildly embarrassed. “I mean… yeah. I don’t wanna half-ass it between lectures, y’know?”

You studied her for a moment before nodding wordlessly, pressing your lips together in thought. “I’ll text you where to meet later this week,” you muttered, shifting your grip on the food bag.

Ellie straightened slightly, looking a little less tense, nodding too quickly again. “Yeah. Cool, sounds good.”

An awkward silence stretched between you both.

You swallowed, glancing back towards the door. “I should get back.”

Ellie nodded again, hands still shoved deep in her hoodie pocket. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You hesitated for half a second before turning towards the door, pushing it open without another word.

Ellie exhaled once you were gone, running both hands down her face, her heart still hammering like she had just survived a near-death experience.

Because even though she knew this talk wouldn’t fix everything—

At least now, she had a chance to try.

The walk back up to your dorm felt longer than it should have. Your mind was still caught on the conversation, on the way Ellie looked—nervous, fidgety, not herself. It was strange seeing her like that, like she was holding back from saying more.

But you pushed it aside, exhaling as you reached your door and unlocked it.

Abby was still in bed when you stepped inside, propped up against the pillows, scrolling through her phone. The second she saw you, she smirked. “Took you long enough, thought I was gonna starve to death.”

You rolled your eyes, setting the bag down on the desk before kicking off your slippers. “Yeah, yeah. Dramatic.”

Abby sat up fully, stretching her arms over her head. “Everything good?”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Ran into Ellie downstairs.”

That made Abby pause.

You could feel her eyes on you, but you kept your focus on unpacking the food. “It wasn’t anything serious,” you added quickly. “She just… apologized.”

Abby was quiet for a second, then hummed. “Huh.”

That was it. No snarky comment, no irritation, just that.

You glanced over at her, raising a brow. “That’s all you have to say?”

Abby laughed, grabbing the takeout container you handed her. “What, you want me to throw a fit about it?”

You sighed, shaking your head before plopping onto the couch. “No. Just… wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”

Abby grabbed a blanket from the bed and tossed it over the both of you before settling in beside you, peeling open the styrofoam lid. “Not my business,” she said simply, spearing a fork into her pancakes. “Long as you’re okay.”

Something about the way she said it made your chest warm.

You smiled softly before digging into your own food, cutting into the fluffy stack of waffles, the scent of syrup and butter filling the room. Abby grabbed the remote, flicking through the streaming options before settling on Juno.

“Good?” she asked, glancing at you.

You nodded, shifting to lean against her shoulder. “Yeah, haven’t seen it in a while.”

Abby hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before focusing on the screen.

And just like that, the morning settled into something soft, something easy.

No tension, no stress. Just you, Abby, and the quiet comfort of a lazy Saturday.

The IHOP was quiet for a weekday evening, the low hum of conversation filling the space around you. The scent of syrup and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, the overhead lights casting a soft, yellow glow over the laminated menus and worn leather booths.

Ellie sat across from you, fidgeting.

She had been fine when you both walked in—casual, even. But now that the waiter had taken your orders and left, the silence between you grew heavier, and Ellie looked like she felt it.

Her leg bounced under the table, her fingers picking at the hem of her hoodie, twisting the fabric between them.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table. “Ellie.”

Her head snapped up, green eyes slightly wide, like she had been too caught up in her own head to realize she had been acting weird.

You tilted your head. “You had a plan for this, didn’t you?”

Ellie exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah,” she admitted, cracked lips pressing together. “And now I can’t remember a single fucking word of it.”

You sighed, leaning back into the booth. “That’s because you’re overthinking it.”

Ellie let out a dry, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “No shit.”

She hesitated, fingers drumming against the table, before she finally forced herself to meet your eyes again. “I just… I don’t wanna fuck this up more than I already have.”

Something in her voice was softer than before, more careful.

And for the first time since ever, it felt like she was actually trying.

Ellie sighed, rolling her shoulders like she was trying to physically shake off the tension weighing her down. Her hands wrapped around the ceramic mug of coffee in front of her, fingers twitching like she wanted to pick at her nails but was consciously stopping herself.

You recognized it immediately.

It was an old habit, one you hadn’t thought about in a long time—something Ellie always did when she was overwhelmed but trying to keep it together.

You exhaled softly, glancing away, giving her the space to work through it, to start when she was ready.

Ellie cleared her throat, eyes flickering to the window before back down at her coffee. “I guess, uh… I should just pick up from where we left off the other day,” she muttered, tapping her fingers against the rim of the cup.

You nodded wordlessly, waiting.

Ellie inhaled through her nose, shifting in her seat. “Right, so—about the fight, about everything that happened outside your dorm…” She trailed off, huffing, rubbing a hand over her mouth before shaking her head. “I was a fucking idiot.”

You raised a brow, but stayed quiet, letting her go on.

Ellie let out a breathy chuckle, humorless. “Like, I knew I was being an idiot in the moment, but I still didn’t stop myself. I was high, I was pissed off, and I didn’t think—I just reacted. And, fuck, I made you deal with that. With me, and you shouldn’t have had to.”

Her fingers tightened around the mug, jaw clenching. “I don’t even know if there’s a way to actually fix things, but… I do know I don’t wanna leave things the way they are.”

She looked up at you then, her expression guilty, serious.

And for the first time since the fight, you actually believed her.

Ellie exhaled sharply, her fingers drumming against the coffee cup as she collected her thoughts. She wasn’t used to this—actually talking about her feelings, laying them out like this without deflecting, without making some stupid joke to avoid the weight of it all.

But you were sitting there, waiting, listening. And for the first time in a long time, Ellie wanted to get it right.

She inhaled through her nose, gripping the cup a little tighter. “I don’t know how to say this shit right,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I’ve never been good at it. Even when we were together. I—I was never comfortable in my own fucking skin, let alone my emotions, and I know you noticed it back then. I just… ignored it. I ignored you when you tried to talk to me about it. I thought if I just—kept shit casual, kept my walls up, it wouldn’t matter.”

She let out a dry chuckle. “Turns out, it does matter, and I was a fucking idiot to pretend it didn’t.”

You swallowed, staying quiet, letting her keep going.

Ellie exhaled, rubbing her palm over her mouth before resting her elbow on the table, fingers threading through her hair. “Dina’s been on my ass ever since that night,” she admitted, lips twitching slightly. “I mean, she should be. She told me I was being a fucking coward, that I didn’t just lose you because I ‘wasn’t the relationship type’ or whatever bullshit excuse I kept telling myself.”

She hesitated, then huffed. “I lost you because I was scared.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but still, you didn’t speak.

Ellie finally looked up, eyes sharp but sincere. “And I fucking hate that it took me losing you to realize what I actually felt for you, but that’s the truth. And I don’t expect you to forgive me for any of it, I don’t expect you to just—take me back or let me fix this overnight.”

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. “But I am gonna try, and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Her voice was steadier now, firmer. “No more tough guy act, no more hiding behind jokes and pretending I don’t care.”

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto yours, something raw and open in them. “I do care. I always have, and if you give me the chance, I’m gonna prove it to you.”

The words settled between you, heavy but honest. Ellie wasn’t just saying it—she meant it.

You didn’t know what to say.

Your mouth was slightly open, your eyes wide, just staring at Ellie as you tried to process everything she had laid out in front of you.

The words were still hanging between you, raw and real, and for the first time, Ellie wasn’t hiding behind her usual bullshit. No deflections, no jokes—just her, stripped bare, admitting things you never thought she would.

Before you could even attempt to respond, the waitress returned, setting your plates down without a second glance and walking away.

The smell of syrup and butter filled the air, but you couldn’t bring yourself to touch your food.

Because what the hell were you supposed to say?

You had just gotten comfortable with Abby. Sure, neither of you had labeled it, but the way things had been—sleeping in the same bed, kissing each other awake in the mornings, lazy weekend breakfasts spent tangled up together—it felt like something real.

And now Ellie was sitting across from you, saying she wanted to fight for you.

What did that even mean?

Were you supposed to just ignore what you had with Abby? Were you supposed to believe that Ellie had actually changed?

Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, anxiety creeping up your spine as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

You wanted to bring Abby up, wanted to say something about her, about how you’d moved on, about how you weren’t just sitting around waiting for Ellie to figure herself out.

But you didn’t.

“I miss you,” Ellie admitted, barely above a whisper. Her eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, like she couldn’t handle looking at you for too long. “I miss waking up next to you, hearing you laugh at my stupid jokes, just… being around you.” She swallowed hard, her fingers tugging absentmindedly at her cuticles. “And I know I have no right to ask for that back, not after everything. But I—” She sighed, shaking her head. “I wish it was still me.”

© 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ─ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨.

Author's note: I'm so sorry if this feels lackluster, but I promise y'all that this ch. is needed in order for everything to click into place😭 💔

TAGLIST: @liasxeatt @vahnilla @sleepingwasp @morticeras @violetszn @eriiwaii @elliesactualgirlfriend @mikellie @lovely-wisteria @idletyouruinme @losing-it-lately @robinphobia @sexlus

COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST!!

[operation-ichor]

Important Announcement / Update:

Since there has been some confusion, here is an update for everyone!

1. Operation Ichor is NOT discontinuing!! At least, not as of right now.

2. During the hiatus, @slumbrr-r had found out they have a OSDD/DID system. I insist you all to do your own research about it, but basically, if you see anyone else post on here (i.e., Elliot), that is an alter!

Please be respectful when interacting with the alters! They are their own identities, so they will not have the same boundaries as Slumbrr does!

We’ll get back to our regular scheduled posts as soon as we can. Right now, the Operation Ichor team (Jun/me, Theo, and Slumbrr) are currently juggling multiple responsibilities, so please be patient with posts!

Thank you all for your continued support. We’ll be back with more content as soon as we can! <3

[grey342]

The babysitter

Singledad!Phil x Babysitter!reader

synopsis - There's been an underlying tension between yourself and Phil for a while and he finally decides to do something about it...

warnings - MDNI 18+, Age gap (Phil is in his early thirties and reader in her early twenties), unprotected sex, kinda nipple play, breeding kink and hints of cockwarming.

authors note - ummm hey 😅 I know it’s been SOOO long but I hope you didn’t forget about me! Exam season is rough atm however it is slowly coming to an end (thank god) so I should be back to regular scheduled updates - I’m thinking once every two weeks? Let me know how you guys have been and give me some feedback, I’ve missed you all so much and I can’t wait to write for daddy Phil again 💗

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

"Wanna make one?"

The baby finally settles. Well you say baby, he's nearly three but he'll always be a baby to you. You started babysitting Finley Wenneck when he was 18 months old and it's the best job you've ever had. The pay is great, Fin's very well behaved and his dad is sexy as fuck.

There was no denying Phil Wenneck was a very attractive man, the moment you met him you were immediately entranced by his good looks. However, your relationship was strictly professional.

Although, there were a few moments where you could've sworn it was more than that. Like last week: Phil came home a little earlier than you were expecting, you were stood in the kitchen making a snack when he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

This necessarily out of blue, Phil and you often hugged each other but, this time it felt more intimate in a way. His head rested in your neck and you could've sworn you felt him press a soft peck there. He didn't say anything though, he just got a beer out of the fridge and walked into the living room and that was it.

You look down at Finley's sleeping face and can't help but smile.

"That's how they get you," You jump and yelp quietly, turning quickly you see Phil leaning against the door frame. "look so cute when they're asleep and as soon as their eyes open you're reminded of just how much of a little shit they can be." You let out a sigh of relief and chuckle slightly.

"I disagree, your son is an angel."

"Yeah," he chuckles and walks up behind you, "that's what he wants you to believe."

"Maybe he just doesn't like you." You smirk up at him.

"Hmm, maybe." He hums, looking down at your lips. Feeling flustered you turn back to the sleeping baby.

"He's so adorable."

"Yeah?" Phil leans in close to your ear, "Wanna make one?"

You freeze and slowly turn to look at him, his face shows no sign of teasing. Oh shit he's serious. He begins to ramble;

"I'm serious, I know I don't say it often enough but you're so good to him. Well not only him but me too-"

"Phil-"

"Y'know he's started calling you mom, I know I should stop and tell him no but I can't because it feels right-"

"Phil-"

"I know, I know, I don't wanna scare you off but.. this fits and it feels SO right an-" You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. He wastes no time and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Deepening the kiss, you throw your arms around his neck.

A little snore interrupts the steamy kiss and you quickly remember the sound asleep baby merely a metre away and reluctantly untangle yourself from him.

"Bedroom." Is all you need to say. He lifts you, you wrap your legs around his middle as the two of you stumble across the hall and into his room.

He throws you down on his bed and kicks the door shut with his foot. He takes in the sight of you sprawled across his sheets. He begins to unbutton his shirt and says only one word;

"Strip." And strip you do, right down to your underwear as Phil does the same.

"Holy fuck," he crawls on top of you, "you're so fucking sexy baby." He starts to kiss your neck and make his way down to your chest. Reaching around your back, he unclasp your bra.

"Shit." He says involuntarily and cups your tits. He starts groping then and leans down to take your left nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," you moan, "Phil please honey."

"Talk to me, tell me what you want." He switches over to the right.

"You, all of you."

He groans pulling down his underwear and leans over to his bedside draw where you grab his arm.

"No condom, please." You plead with him.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me." He pulls you back in for a searing kiss, he slides your underwear over and fully pushes into you. You moan in unison, he breaks away from the kiss.

"Shit, you okay?" You smile and cup his cheek.

"Yeah, never better." He chuckles and slowly starts to glide in and out of you. The only sounds that can be heard are your moans mixed with the sounds of slapping skin.

You reach around to rake your nails down his back, he hisses with pleasure.

"Gonna fill you up," he grunts, "give you my kids you want that huh? Want me to make you a mama?" He speaks through gritted teeth now, his pace quickens.

"Yes, fuck! Please, Phil!" You moan. His hand reaches down to slowly rub on your clit, you feel the knot in your lower stomach start to tighten.

"Yeahh that's it baby clench around me, c'mon cum for me." That's all it takes for you, your legs start to shake and Phil's movements begin to falter.

"Shit." He groans and you feel his cum fill you.

You both begin to come down and he rolls you over, him on his back with you curled into his side.

"I'm not moving 'till i'm sure that shit is in there." you giggle and lean up to kiss his neck. You feel his breathing slow down and begin to hear his soft snores, smiling you let sleep take over you.

[dashcon-two]

Our First Update!

Hi everyone! Wow, the reception to DashCon 2 online has been insane. We are so incredibly grateful for the support! We know that there haven’t been a ton of updates in these past few weeks, but we promise that we’ve been planning a bunch behind the scenes. We're going to be going over a lot of information here that we covered in our newsletter, along with some more behind-the-scenes details. 

If you haven’t subscribed to our newsletter, please consider doing so! We’ll be putting out monthly summaries of important updates, alongside regular short posts here on our blog and these longer summaries.

NOTICE 07/9/2024: We're currently having some trouble with the newsletter and cannot guarantee that you'll receive our summary right away. We're sorry for the inconvenience and working hard to resolve the matter

WHY HAVEN’T THERE BEEN MORE UPDATES 

Frankly, a lot of the stuff we’ve been working on is pretty boring. We’ve been working a lot on budgeting and logistics, what you’d expect from a con that’s still pretty early on in development. We also haven’t wanted to rush announcing anything just to have something to put out; we don’t want to make promises that we can’t keep. We have more in the works, we promise, but we’ve been taking time to make sure that we’re laying a strong foundation for all future plans. 

To be completely honest, we originally planned on publically announcing our plans in mid-September, which has definitely impacted our publication schedule. When we learned of Strange Aeons’ DashCon video we realized that it would be a great time to reach out to her (which we’d already planned on doing), and go public with our plans. We were also concerned that if we went public after her video it would be assumed that this was a cashgrab aiming to ride the hype from her video. Because of this, we’ve had far less to announce than we would’ve necessarily liked. However, we’re now at the stage where we’ll have a more consistent update schedule going forward. 

OUR TEAM

To start, we have received a lot of questions about our team and experience. The DashCon 2 team is a mishmash of people in and around the convention world. For specifics you can consult our  About Us page, but as a collective we have people who have worked professionally as event/programming coordinators, volunteered at conventions/festivals/renaissance fairs, and of course, we've all been attending conventions as guests for over a decade. 

If you’re interested in potentially joining our team, we’ve now opened up volunteer applications for people interested in helping organize DashCon Two. Please fill out this form, and we’ll be in touch soon!

Our team is also working hard to connect with other people in the con scene, especially in our local area. We’d like to give a big thanks to Jenn from Dangerous Ladies for consulting with us and shouting us out on Twitter. Please check her out on Twitter @dangerousladies!  If you’ve been involved in con organization and wouldn’t mind having a quick chat with us, we’d love to hear your two cents! Please contact us through this form.

VENUE

Unfortunately we don't have a specific venue confirmed yet. We’ve been in contact with a variety of venues available around our preferred date, but we're still negotiating the details. We cannot confirm anything until paperwork has been signed, but know that not matter what, we will be paying for our venue in advance.

Because of some new venue updates (that we can't talk about yet), the date of our event may be subject to change, but will remain within the month of July.

VENDOR APPLICATIONS

The team is thrilled by the excitement so many Canadian artists have for vending at DashCon 2. Vendor applications are not open yet because we haven't yet signed for the venue. Once the venue is confirmed we'll be able to finalize our numbers, including attendee expectations and price.

Thanks for reading! The DashCon 2 Team