#gushing about an oc ask game

[darksynkka]

Hey! Some dark urge asks from the list for you if you want :)

5. What was their class, and what was their favourite way to use its perks? Did they maybe even dabble in multiple ones?

11. After a successful sacrifice, all cult members are encouraged to take their victim's possessions. What's the one thing Durge claimed like that way that they're most proud of? What did they leave behind on purpose?

Thank you so much for sending me an ask! :)

So, I’ll be answering for Anirin since I do have a couple of other durges but they aren’t all that fleshed out yet.

5. Anirin is a blue dragon sorcerer with a dip in tempest cleric. His favourite perks from both those classes are the twinned spell metamagic and destructive wrath.

11. Generally, he thinks vanity and greed are pointless. Everything should go directly to the temple or be sold for the benefit of the temple. But the one time he did take something, it was for Gortash: a ruby ring that the tyrant ended up keeping.

[divine-valley]

Fuck it Clone Trooper OC ask game

I wanna talk about my clone trooper ocs because I love them dearly SO I’m making my own ask game. Y’all feel free to join in if you want!

Send in an OC from the list and a few emojis, and I'll answer the questions about that OC! Yes, you can send multiple OCs in one ask, though try to limit it to three per ask, please <3

OC List:

Sten

Blitzen

Mouse

Howler

Hawke

Vic

Shepard

Brig

Marks

Joy

Dropout

Grey

Crane

Supernova

Emoji List

🏷️ - How did they get their name?

🎀 - How do they style their hair?

🎨 - What battalion are they in?

🔑 - What rank are they?

🖊️ - Do they have any tattoos?

🥪 - What’s their favorite food?

🎶 - What kind of music would/do they listen to?

👻 - What’s their biggest fear?

✨ - What were they like as a cadet?

🤝 - Which canon clone trooper would they get along with the best?

💎 - What is most important to them?

💭 - What do they think about the most?

🩸 - What's the worst injury they’ve ever gotten?

🎯 - Do they have a specialty?

💕 - Do they have a love interest?

☀️ - What was their first mission/campaign like?

🪐 - What’s their favorite planet that they’ve been on?

💫 - What are/were their plans for “after the War”?

⏰ - How long have you had this OC for?

🃏 - How good are they at sabacc?

💖 - What is one of their best memories?

💔 - What is one of their worst memories?

[rindemption]

🧡 🥂 🧸 :)

Thank you so much! From this ask game:

Valen and Nathan

🧡 Who said 'I love you' first?

Unfortunately both of them have some, uh, trauma around the words "I love you", so it takes them a bit of time to say it. They know they love each other pretty early on, and they do other things to get the feelings across, but Valen is the first to finally say it out loud. Of course immediately followed by Nathan excitedly reciprocating it. It's easier after that, and they say it pretty frequently once they know it's safe to.

🥂 What does a night out look like for them?

That very much depends on their moods. It could be as simple as going to an open mic night at a fancy cafe, to a formal wear dinner, to being hooligans out on the streets until they're tired. They're a little spontaneous about their dates, too, so it tends to come down to what they feel like doing in that exact moment, not a lot of planning ahead. Sometimes it really could be as simple as going out for a drive and getting takeout.

🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

Their first morning together, Valen made coffee and cut up some fruit for breakfast. Nathan decided to be a sappy little dork and hand feed Valen, who of course joined in the fun and did it back. This culminated in Nathan putting an orange slice between his teeth and convincing Valen to take a bite from said orange slice. It was sticky and sweet and adorable, and I still love that moment to this day 🥰

(Valen belongs to @katsigian)

[leaphia]

uh uh uh OC questions!! hehehe yesss >:] For Sookie 30. Who do they most regret meeting? For Aaron 21. Why do they get up in the morning? For Noah 27. What causes them to feel dread? For Tristan 28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? And for Astrid 34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? And for you of course (and any or all of them) H) What trait of theirs do you admire most? :>

Waaaaah thank you so much for all the questions! ;v; <3

This will be quite long omg

Sookie - Who do they most regret meeting?

Aside from like half her classmates back in high school, who were bullying her for being "the weird comic book geek" I'd say… Aaron. He's not only the type of villain who embodies everything she hates (arrogance, possessiveness, narcissism, etc.) after their first encounter he wouldn't leave her alone anymore. He's planning any kind of evil schemes to lure her into a trap, to catch her attention and to eventually "make her his", as he developed a crush on her. And Sookie gets incredibly mad and annoyed by him, as the only one she really loves is Noah…

Aaron - Why do they get up in the morning?

There was a time when the only thing that would get him out of bed were his inventions and robots, he could tinker on. Now he has other reasons like his cat Giselle, who he wants to care for. (He loves her very much <3) And (as weirdly as this sounds looking at the previous question) another reason would be Shelter/Sookie and their encounters. It's the only thing that really excites him and lets him forget about his "boring" life. (As already mentioned, he has a crush on her and since he never felt like this to anyone before he wants to... "explore" these feelings.)

Noah - What causes them to feel dread?

There isn't much that Noah is scared of… except Spiders. If he has to fight a bunch of giant spiders I guess he would die of fear immediately xD But what would cause him to feel real dread is if Sookie or any other of his loved ones (his mother, his best friend) would be in danger, something that could threaten their life and he wouldn't be able to save them.

Tristan - Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

No. He hates if somebody lies to him. And he rather wants to know the cruel reality than being under an illusion. (That doesn't mean that he hasn't lied himself before, he actually did lie to others if it was necessary xD)

Astrid - How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

It's really really hard for her. If it's something grave she feels guilty for, she would lie awake at night, thinking about it and how she could make up for it. (the first night after she started working together with Tristan - a criminal in her eyes back then - she didn't sleep a wink)

What trait of theirs do you admire most?

Sookie - her kindness and will to help. She tries to see good in everyone. :>

Noah - his sarcasm xD And I think his tolerance and acceptance towards any kind of people? He puts others needs first instead of his own, for example he also accepts Sookie's boundaries and loves her for who she is <3

Aaron - His confidence. Even though some family issues and other bad sh*t that happened to him, he knows that he's of worth.

Tristan - Everything. Uhhh I think his patience. He can stay quite calm in stressful situations most of the time. ovo (Which is funny because contrary to his fire-magic-powers, he's not impatient or aggressive xD)

Astrid - Her determination. When she sets her mind on doing something, there's nothing that can stop her.

[OC Questions from here :>]

[1stunseeliefaelass]

🔮 and I'll describe a hidden talent or power my OC possesses.

Hmm well I suppose I can go with Harker for this one, as he's been on my mind more lately. Once my latest drafts are finished being fixed and tidied up, I can finally start adding him in due time. I'll only go over his true and preferred form's appearances tho, so no one is here all day heheh... Anyway here goes.

Harker is a Leanan Sidhe, or Faerie Lover as the term translates to. However there are some twists and liberties on this mythical creature that I've taken.

Leanan Sidhe all have a true form, wherein they are in an eldritch, amorphous state. Basically they have a body and feet of a cat. Legs and a head like a unicorn(think of The Last Unicorn film for that imagery) that melds into a horse neck. Their tails are like a komodo dragon's but are super long and thin off the further down you go. On the back of their heads they have whispy, tendrils that shift about where one might expect a mane given the equine-esque look. Some have even mistaken them for antlers before. Finally they have six eyes on their heads, and the jaw has an elongated sharp point at the chin whilst the top part is slightly shorter. Showcasing a slight underbite that barely reveals rows of sharp snake like teeth and a similarly serpentine tongue. Oh and almost forgot, their skin is silky smooth(comparable to a river stone according to Death) and despite the reptilian features they have no scales. They come in a variety of colors, though Harker's own is tar black.

Despite how utterly Lovecraftian and downright terrifying Harker can be when meeting anyone new in his true form, he's downright charming in his preferred form. Sporting ginger red hair with freckles and emerald colored eyes that come from his true form. Usually putting his hair in a ponytail, and wearing either casual medieval fantasy country side clothes. Unless he's out on the seas with his pirate crewmates. In which case he's sporting a pirate get up. Like any Leanan Sidhe, he loves the sea after all. His build is also on par with someone like William Turner but a bit more toned, and his height is about average for the particular Fae form he's taking, at somewhere above 6ft I'd say. Admittedly I've not decided on a height yet, only that he's shorter than Death.

Anyways Imma quit rambling now, heheh... Hope you liked the info I shared about Harker. Do let me know what you think and if you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me.

[vacantgodling]

usually it’s like “come into my inbox and tell me which of my ocs are your blorbos” (which definitively do) but how about u come in my inbox and i tell u which of YOUR ocs are my blorbos.

[oblivions-dawn]

🖊️ VIGDIS!

YES YOU I LIKE YOUR ENTHUSIASM THAT'S EXACTLY THE EXCITEMENT I'M LOOKING FOR

Have I told you that Vigdis is very sexy when she's covered in blood? No? Is that just me?? It probably is. There is never enough blood in these chapters, so be prepared for an absolute blood-fest between these next two chapters [20/21 if you're keeping count/caught up!]. I'm bloodthirsty. I'm dehydrated for blood. I REQUIRE BLOOD. Serana's sexy too of course bUT THERE'S SOMETHING SO FUCKING HOT ABOUT VIGDIS MURDERING ASSHOLES AND GETTING BLOOD SPRAYED ALL OVER HER FACE AND HAIR AND BODY AND fuuuuuuuuuuck. Vigdis has full permission to rip a dagger across my fucking throat. I don't make the rules VIGDIS IS SEXY WHEN SHE'S BATHED IN THE BLOOD OF HER ENEMIES THIS IS A FACT!!

[chaoticspacefam]

🖊 (for anyone you’d like to talk about)!

Thank you so much for the ask, Mima! <3 Kinda in the mood to gush about a less main character today so have some random stuff about Paa! -Kissai's half-sister, she was the product of their father re-marrying after Kissai's mother died in the war. He fell for & married a Dathomirian Zabrak. Unfortunately (I hc that the reason we don't "see" hybrids in game, for a less stupid reason than "the devs couldn't be bothered so they made it not possible" /lh, is not necessarily because they don't exist but rather because (particularly when the mother is the non-Pureblood of the couple) they're prone to a LOT of complications during pregnancy and/or birth) her birth killed her mom so she was raised by her dad and older half-brother. -She ended up with a few (relatively minor) complications as a pre-teen/early teen which led to her father and Kissai seeking out Vastas (D'leah's father & the current Emperor at the time) on Korriban and asking if the Empress consort might be able to help her. Tangentially this is how Kissai ends up becoming D'leah's Wai Tarar bodyguard, as a sort of "paying the royals back for saving my sister's life and also I Have A Big Crush On The Heiress And Maybe Then She'll Notice Me" XD -Paa gets better pretty quickly with Saa'thri's more experienced healing techniques and the Empress consort ends up forming something of a (mentor/apprentice, to be clear for the weirdos I know are lurking around here smh) soft spot for Paa so she ends up apprenticed to her. And therefore ends up hanging around D'leah a lot and becoming friends with her.

-Poor Paa then ends up being the person stuck in the middle of all the UST between D'leah and her brother and she was The Most Exasperated about it even if she'd outright deny helping Vowrawn play cupid if asked. 😂

-She looks like a Pureblood outwardly but does have some cool Zabrak anatomy. She has the two hearts for example (as she likes to call it, "doesn't matter if I get stabbed in the heart, I have a spare" XD), and her browstalks and jaw spurs are very much "static", they can't flex or move/rattle like a regular Pureblood's can because her Sith jaw spur/browstalk genes and Zabrak horn genes got a little scrambled so she ended up with spurs made entirely of bone instead of "bone supported by cartilage but still fairly mobile". This makes non-verbal communication with the other Purebloods very tricky since she can just about raise the browstalks like regular eyebrows but that's about as much as she can make them "move", and the ones on her jaw can't move at all.

-Eventually she and her family find a way to work around it. When D'leah loses the spurs/browstalk on the left side of her face to a concussion grenade injury, Paa helps Kissai to help D'leah adjust to a "new" non-verbal communication technique as it was a big change for D'leah to suddenly NOT be able to use all her spurs the way she was used to. (and thinking about it this prob solidified their friendship bc hey, Paa got it, she understood why D'leah was frustrated ;-; )

-Learnt everything there is to know about Force healing and a great many other ancient Sith techniques from D'leah's mother. She is fully and entirely capable of tearing someone in two with the Force if she wanted to. She just prefers not to and would rather use her talents to heal. Make no mistake tho if things get desperate she can and will wreck your shit to protect her family.

-Paa and D'leah are/were pretty good friends since they both trained with Saa'thri, often together as it gave them someone to "practise" with and this led to them becoming quite close despite the fact that Paa's a hybrid and that would otherwise be a "no no" to D'leah (yes, D'leah is a hypocrite, this is in character for her do not @ me /hj 😜). Paa is probably one of the few "commoners" who can sass D'leah and get away with it because they're just that good of friends, even before Paa became her sister-in-law.

-I've mostly used Paa in the Zephyrverse AU RPs, but I love her so much that actually I do really want to try and shoehorn her into Subterfugeverse as well, I just...do not know how to yet 😔🤘 so that may or may not happen at all in the future, we'll see. Extremely Tired Healer Lady Wishes Her Stupid Family Would Stop Picking Fights That Result In Their Actual And/Or Near-Deaths, please and thank

[ultranerdygirl]

2 and 6 for whichever oc you want for the ask meme?

Thank you for asking! :D

It's been a long time since I've done one of these ask games. Since I haven't talked about her much on here, I'll go with Melanie Palmer (AKA: Mel), my siren/witch/baker/all around good time gal.

2.) What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?

So Mel grew up in the 90s and she loves old boy bands, specifically the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC (she's also grey-aromantic, and her first crush was on Nick Carter from Backstreet Boys).

Mel was born in Texas, and her dad and mom influenced her love of country music, though she doesn't have a specific era of country that she prefers. She does have a fondness for 60s/70s country because it reminds her of her dad.

She also adores Broadway/Off-Broadway musicals, her favorite being Heathers: The Musical. I do have a Mel-oriented playlist on Spotify to listen to while writing, but I've never really thought about which song would be her favorite. What I can tell you is that she and her boyfriend's couple song is "One of the Great Ones" from A Bronx Tale: The Musical.

6.) How do they wear their hair? Do they care a lot about how their hair looks?

Mel has black hair that she wears in an undercut that she sweeps over to the right side of her head. Usually she just showers, spritzes on some hair spray, and she's good to go. She does curl it on occasion, but only if she's catering an event or going on a nice date with Henry, her boyfriend.

I use the picture below for reference, though Mel's isn't quite so styled and done up.

Thank you again so much for asking!!

Link to the OC ask game can be found here. :)

[alltimefail-sims]

can I see a bingo for the Pries siblings??? I'm so curious hehe

Ooooo yes of course!!! I was hoping someone would ask about them! I think this bingo board speaks specifically to them lmao.

Erwin is on the left (green), Maggie on the right (pink) 💕

I will note that Erwin is objectively a weeeee bit insane at the beginning of my story, but it's mostly circumstantial as opposed to being his constant or default condition!

[pitchsidestories]

Good girl gone bad II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1886

a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, enjoy.

warnings: minors dni, 18+, smut at the end, toxic behaviour from OC, jealousy, please don't take this too seriously !

“Ingrid, you played fantastic!”, Mapi waved enthusiastically her little flag, before she jumped into the open arm of hers and your Norwegian girlfriend.

“Oh, thanks.”, the tall woman’s face lit up at the Spanish defender’s compliment.

“Seriously, you filled out the defensive role so perfectly,  I couldn’t have done a better job.”, the smaller player couldn’t stop gushing about her lover’s great performance.

“Just wait until you can play again.”, Ingrid muttered cheerfully.

“Not that long anymore.”, Mapi answered giddily.

“I’ll miss you and your little flag though.”, the younger footballer admitted.

“To be honest, I’ll miss that too.”, she agreed wistfully.

“ I know but there’s no better feeling than playing.”,  Ingrid mumbled, her teammates still running around with the CL trophy in her hand, taking pictures in between the celebratory moves.

The defender who has followed her girlfriends gaze added grinning:”Playing and winning.”

“Exactly.”

From the sidelines you’ve followed their conversation, you were hurt about the fact that you weren’t a part of it as it usually was you three together and not as a pair like in this particular moment.

With every fibre of your being, you felt like the other woman who wasn’t in this relationship even though you were up until now.  The loneliness crept under your skin; jealousy clung to your heart and wouldn’t let you go until Alexia started talking to you.

“Don’t let your head down, beautiful. After all we won.”, she reminded you, while pulling you into a encouraging hug.

“Um, what?”, you gave the midfielder a quizzing look, her words haven’t reached you as you’ve been too busy to listen to your girlfriends’ sweet nothings which didn’t include you in them.

“I can tell you’re disappointed.”, Alexia stated earnestly.

“I didn’t play much tonight, so it’s not really my win, Ale.”, you told her miserably. You hated that tone in your voice. Where was your confident self?

“We’re all in this situation at one point. Someone is always on the bench. But we always win as a team.”, the blonde tried to cheer you up.

“Right.”, you said even though you turned away when you saw your girlfriends were kissing ignoring everything around them as if they were in a movie in which they played the leading roles, while the rest of you were the supporting actresses to help the lovers get to their happy ending.

“Oh, hey, babe. We’re going to the party later. You’re coming too, right?”, Ingrid asked you later in the changing room, finally realizing you were still there after all.

“Yes, of course.“, you nodded.

Ingrids gaze went back to Mapi as she smiled: “Great, I’ll go shower.“

“Me too.“, you said, walking past both of your girlfriends into the showers that were adjacent to the dressing room.

You had hoped that the steaming hot water would clear your mind but the calmness that usually came with a warm shower never set in.

Instead, the pictures of what happened after the game kept repeating in your head. You were never the jealous type, you could not be jealous in a relationship like yours. But you also knew that you deserved better than to be ignored by your girlfriends, so you came up with a plan.

For the party, you decided to slip into a a pair of suit pants and a button-down vest with nothing underneath, drawing attention to your arms and chest with your outfit choice. You curled the ends of your hair and put on some make-up. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your looks.

“Are you two ready to go?“, Mapi asked impatiently, looking effortlessly cool as usual.

Ingrid appeared next to her, wearing a tight dress and radiating ethereal beauty: “Yes, we’re ready, love.“

Mapi nodded towards the door: “Let’s go then, babe.“

You reluctantly followed them, already disappointed that none of them had commented on your outfit. You were not exactly pouting on your way to the party but you also refused to talk much.

Arriving at the location, your two girlfriends retreated to a table in the corner with their drinks. They were lost in each others eyes. You were sure they noticed nothing of what happened around them.

As you were nursing your drink at the bar, Alexia appeared on your side: “What are you thinking about?“

“Me?“ You looked at her in surprise.

“Yes.“

You first inclination was to tell her that you felt like your girlfriends did not need you in their lives but instead, you swallowed down the thought and forced yourself to smile: “They’re playing Rosalia. Want to dance, Ale?“

The captain looked at your for a second before giving in: “Only because you look so unhappy.“

“Dancing always helps with that…“, you promised.

“Come on then.“ Alexia reached out her hand and pulled you towards the dance floor.

You immediately fell into an easy rhythm with her. You deliberately pushed close to her during your dance and she let you.

On the other side of the room, Ingrid tapped Mapis arm frantically: “Mapi!“

“Yes?“, the defender could barely tear her eyes from her Norwegian girlfriend.

“Look!“

Only then did she look over in your direction, her eyebrows knitting together: “Y/n is dancing with Ale?“

“Looks like it…“, Ingrid whispered.

“That’s not her usual good girl behaviour.”, the Mapi observed through gritted teeth. Sawing you dance with one of her best friends in the way you did, so intimately and sexy was driving the older woman insane.

“No, it’s not.”, the Norwegian player nodded, she wasn’t able to take her eyes from you and your team’s captain.

“We’ll see and give her a little time to redeem herself otherwise if she keeps behaving naughty like that over the night we’ll take actions.”, the older woman thought out loud.

“Take actions`”, Ingrid looked startled at the smaller footballer.

“Y/n is needy and bratty in front of everyone, so we’ll punish her at home.”, she explained seriously.

“Punish her?”, shock was written all over the younger woman’s pretty face.

“Yes.”

Meanwhile, Ona tipped your shoulder making you turn around to her to look into her eyes, which glanced concerned back at you:” Can I take over?”

“Sure.”, you agreed enthusiastically to her offer, feeling the alcohol more than you wanted to admit. After a dance with you Alexia had returned to her girlfriend to engage into a passionate conversation which involved mostly kisses.

“You’re in a party mood. How many drinks did you have?”, the defender asked you, damn her, she really did notice everything.

“Uhm maybe two.”, you replied, your cheeks immediately turning red.

“Two?”, Ona raised an eyebrow at you. Her voice was full of scepticism.

“Don’t worry about it, Oni.”, you answered with a charming smile on your lips.

“I don’t.”, she quickly reassured you.

“Good.” But you realized your teammate’s her hands were still on your upper arms contradicting what she just said.

“Something’s up with you.”, Ona stated firmly.

“Let’s just dance, please.”, you shook your head heavily.

With a sigh the defender said:” Alright.”

“Thank you.”, you mumbled relieved, that the questioning was over for now. Sweet, innocent Ona was the last person you wanted to trouble with your worries.

“You’re welcome.”

The mix of alcohol and changing teammates made you forget that time was passing by. You were confused when you found the home you shared with your girlfriends was already dark without any lights on.

Nonetheless, you let them know that you arrived:” Hi, I’m home.” A familiar shadow was pressing on to your legs, being clearly happy about your return.  

“And hello Bagheera.”, you added, as you stroke the cat softly who purred loudly to your touches.

“About time.”, Mapi announced sounding very displeased, you shrieked as she appeared from the darkness, her moves scarily similar to Bagheera. Elegant but lurking, why you didn’t understand. Maybe your behaviour had worked out?

“Mapi, Ingrid, here you’re. but why didn’t you turn the lights on?”, you questioned them irritated.

“We were about to go to bed.”, Ingrid responded calmly.

“Great, me too. I’ll just go to the bathroom quick.”, you sighed.

Mapi raised an eyebrow and said cooly: “You have two minutes.“

“What?“ Confused, you opened the bathroom door. Whatever that was supposed to mean, you were now determined to take your time.

“Go.“, Mapi ordered.

You rolled your eyes, disappearing into the bathroom. You only heard Ingrid say: “Good girl.“

You sat down on the toilet and took out your phone, scrolling through pictures of tonight. Only then, you slipped out of your nice suit and left the bathroom in only your underwear.

Ready to go to sleep, you were about to go into your shared bedroom but Mapi blocked your way.

She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed in front of her chest: “What did you think you were doing all night?“

“Partying?“, you replied, playing dumb and trying to move past your girlfriend.

“Dancing with Alexia and Ona? You might as well have given them a lap dance.“, Mapi scolded you.

Ingrid appeared next to her, eyeing you closely before turning to the Spanish defender and mumbling seductively: “Our good girl’s gone bad tonight…“

You shot Ingrid a deadly glance: “You think you’re funny? You ignored me all night. I was just having fun.“

“We saw everything.“, Mapi said, her jaw set.

“I’m sure you did, the way you stared at each other all night.“, you rolled your eyes.

“Y/n.“, Ingrid said softly, while Mapi shook her head: “Don’t distract.“

“I don’t!“, you exploded.

Mapi continued: “You were trying to make us jealous all night.“

Ingrid nodded: “Exactly.“

Before you could protest, Mapis hands were on your body and pulled you towards the bed: “Now come here.“

You could feel your back hit the mattress. Your girlfriends climbed onto the bed as well, one on either side of you.

You had no idea what happened but suddenly, Ingrids mouth was on your neck and sucked on the sensitive skin. She slipped a slender hand over your mouth right as you wanted to start to complain. Mapis hands in the meantime rested on your hips.

You were too focused on Ingrids kisses to realize that your Spanish girlfriend had started to pull your panties down with her teeth. Only when she dipped her tongue in, you started to moan into Ingrids hand. She already knew how she had to move her tongue just right.

While Mapi was busy stimulating you, Ingrids mouth wandered across your upper body. Kissing and licking her way towards your breasts. She circled your nipples with her tongue before starting to suck on them. You squirmed under her touch.

Mapi had switched from licking to using her fingers and you could not contain yourself any longer.

Impatiently, you removed Ingrids hand from your mouth. “Stop!“, you whined.

You could see Mapis lips turn into a smirk: “Say please.“

“Please stop.“, you begged impatiently.

And then you finally climaxed, a firework bursting in every part of your body. You moaned.

Mapi rested her head on your stomach as she watched you breath heavily.

Ingrid pressed a kiss to your forehead: “Good girl.“

You knew that this was supposed to be a punishment but right here on the bed, you finally felt seen by your girlfriends again.

[urplepurplegurgleturgle]

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Splatoon and the Splatoon Manga (aka coroika). It's my favorite video game EVER and I am more than ready to gush about it.

Pokemon. I'm not as well versed in the earlier games, but I do know quite a bit of it!

Legend of Zelda. Specifically BoTW, TotK, TP, and SS.

Kirby. I am I HUGE fan of the eldritch horrors in this game.

Haikyuu, SpyxFamily, Kuroko no Basket, Dungeon Meshi, and Kusuriya no Hitorigoto.

Vocaloid and J-pop. It's all I listen to, actually.

BOUNDARIES

Tcest, incest, and proshippers DNI

I make suggestive jokes (I'm a teen. What dost thou expect of me), but I won't be drawing NFSW, nor will I accept me or other minors being sexualized. We are not child molesters.

Please be nice! I'm not exactly the best at wording things (tone indicators save my life), but I will never, EVER be mean to someone on purpose (unless they deserve it. Then I'll go ham). While interacting on my blog, please refrain from being toxic. Some thoughts are better left to yourself

NO STEALING MY ART!! I don't know why you'd want to steal it in the first place (it sucks ass), but don't do it anyways. You can use it as long as you give credit.

I don't do commissions, but I take requests! If I see something in my ask box I like, I'll draw it. So, if you have any ideas, feel free to share them! I like having motivation boosters.

Don't.... don't try to flirt with me........ I'm taken....... I won't accept... guys please..... I know I'm hot but like.... please........ I'm also a minor....... guys..... 😞

EXTRA INFO ABOUT ME!!! IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!

16 years old

5'4"

INTP / 5w4 / 548

I ate a roly poly once (I was fIVE-)

During covid I chose suicide, now I choose homicide :)

I may be a Donnie but I am warning you, I am very. Very dumb

AuDHD (I just say I'm autistic tho because it's funnier)

Chaotic evil

Literally just a cat in a turtle body

Will Bite /threat

Keeps getting adopted by people for some reason

Yyyyyeeahhhhh that's about it, remember to be nice and have fun and shit. Stay silly gang!!!!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not caring about other people's ocs or sonas?

I am a fairly popular artist. I usually draw and make content of my own ocs, but sometimes enjoy drawing for visual novel fandoms of selfship stuff with my sona. I usually get a few asks from people interested in my ocs, and have a pretty nice fanbase of people who like them and their story! I'm always happy to talk about my own ocs, and I'm happy when others are interested. I've always only ever drawn my own ocs or sona and have never shown interest in anyone else's ocs. I'm not saying I think my ocs are superior or better than other people's ocs, I just frankly do not give a shit.

The problem is that lately a few mutuals and non-mutuals in a discord server of mine (about my ocs) have been vaguely complaining that I don't bother to highlight on others ocs and "gush" about their ocs and goad other people to talk about their ocs. They say that the biggest part of "oc culture" is infodumping about your ocs then listening to other people infodump about their ocs since we're each others biggest fans. But like I said, I don't care about other people's ocs. I go online to gush, draw and write about my own ocs.

They say I'm a hypocrite for saying I enjoy getting asks about my ocs and encouraging asks through ask games when I never said asks to anyone else. But I don't see how this makes me a hypocrite at all? It's not like I'm complaining, my inbox is usually full and when it's not I just remind people they can send stuff?

The only time I ever draw other people's ocs is usually during Artfight and even then its just revenges which is another point my mutuals have brought up, saying I'm not even bothering to attack other people which is another reason they claim I'm a hypocrite. Even though as I said, I do revenge people always.

And then their last point is that I never draw my selfship x reader fandom art with the ugly grey anon fill-in character for gender neutrality, and instead just draw my sona and only my sona. They say I'm excluding people and their sonas from feeling like the character cares about them and feels like the character only cares about me. And they don't like that I never reblog other people's fandom art either. I don't see why I should reblog other people's selfship art of their sonas when I don't care about their sonas or the art if it's not something I relate to. And I don't relate to the anon character either even if it's meant to be fill-in. So I have no reason to reblog.

Anyway, this is long, but long story short. I've been getting a few anon hate asks over this and I'm worried I truly am in the wrong for not caring about other people's ocs or sonas, and only ever indulging in mine own. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[rindemption]

10, 20, and 30 for Nathan! 💜

Thank you so much! From this ask game:

10. which of the myers-briggs personality types are they?

ESFP - T, The Entertainer. "Entertainers are spontaneous, energetic, and enthusiastic people – life is never boring around them." Okay so he's almost the complete opposite of me, which is both fun and challenging when it comes to writing him and his voice. He's just shy of sitting half and half between feeling and thinking, listening to his heart only slightly more often than his head. He's also about on the cusp of being turbulent and assertive; sometimes problems do worry him and sometimes they don't, sometimes he's self conscious and sensitive, sometimes he's a little more in control.

20. where do they currently live? describe their home.

He lives in a fancy penthouse in Charter Hill with Valen. It's a two bed one bath, with a roomy living room and kitchen, an island, and a nice sized balcony. Valen keeps it fairly tidy, and had it furnished in a neutral modern style before Nathan had moved in.

Nathan has added some color to it over the years, things like bright colored mugs and soft blankets, kitschy pieces that looked fun at the Flea Market, plants he keeps bringing home as gifts for Valen in fun patterned pots. He's not quite as neat in some regards, but he's not a mess either.

It's cozy and comfortable, Valen always more inclined toward functionality than looks, so the furniture is nice even if an interior designer picked out the designs. Nathan simply brought the homey-ness into the apartment.

30. is your oc a social butterfly or more of a loner?

Oh he's absolutely a social butterfly. He loves hanging out with people, they're interesting and entertaining and he can be quite the chatter box once he gets going. As implied by his personality type 🤣

[borahaerhy]

Can you do jk fic where jk and oc are bff and roomates too obviously! ... they likkeee loovee each other but cant express it and then jk fake date to make sure that oc lovess him.. But oc didn't confess her feeling coz she think he's happy with her and then it frustrates jk and then confesses and they make out....( smutty..fluff )

Hope you can write it will wait for it..

By the way have a good day

YES-

You Make Me Happy

Genre: Friends to lovers, mutual pining, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Jungkook lies without technically lying, they're both idiots tbh, smut, unprotected sex (stop), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluffy ending.

Word count: 1.9k

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I'M SO BEHIND ON REQUESTS-

“Hey,” You pull your eyes away from your phone, where they’ve been glued for the past hour while you sat on your couch when you see Jungkook walk past you; his smile toothy and exaggerated as he rushed toward the door. 

“Hey, where are you off to?” You stood up, letting your phone fall onto the couch as you started following him. He was dressed in what he would consider nice clothes, tight jeans with a t-shirt that was actually his size, rather than the 4X he usually wears, and a leather jacket. 

“Uh, remember that girl I was telling you about” He stopped and turned to face you as you reached the door, him half bent over as he pulled his shoes on. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you tried to remember everything he had said about her, that you definitely hadn’t been thinking about obsessively since the last time you’d spoken about her. 

“Yeah, the one you met at the gaming convention?” He nodded quickly as he straightened himself out, pushing his still damp hair out of his face. 

“That’s the one; we’re going out to dinner,” You stood still for a moment, waiting for his words to sink in. 

“Like on a date?” 

“I hope so,” He gave another exaggerated smile, eyes wide as he opened the door and stepped out of it, leaving you alone in the entryway of your shared apartment. 

Jungkook, of course, wasn’t actually going on a date with her. Sure, he was going out to dinner with her, and her wife, but you didn’t need to know that. 

She was someone he could talk to about you: the woman that he’d been in love with for far too long to be living together in separate bedrooms. He’d met her a few months ago and they’d talk about you, and her wife, and gush about how much they’d loved you respectively until he let her know that you weren’t exactly his girlfriend. 

That’s when she convinced him to actually do something. He was a little iffy on the whole thing, seeing as you’d been friends for so long that starting to date now just seemed like it would create more problems than solve. But, now that someone else knew his feelings for you, and had convinced him that he’d be happier if he was actually with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he could actually come home and kiss your soft lips before falling asleep next to you every day.

So, when the two of you were having a conversation and a girl he knew and you didn’t came up… he got a little carried away testing the waters. 

He mentioned that they talked a lot, and they had a lot in common and that he thought she was very pretty, something you happened to agree with him on, even though it stung quite a bit.

Then, he wasn’t exactly planning on telling you he was going out on a date, but he did dress up nice intentionally, and when you asked him if he was a date, he couldn’t help but agree with you. He wasn’t the one to bring it up, after all. And he didn’t technically lie. 

So while you sit at home alone panicking about Jungkook being on a date with another woman, he was panicking thinking about your reaction, and what you might be doing since he’d left. 

The dinner with his friends ran a little longer than he’d expected as they caught each other up on the things they’d missed since the last time they saw each other in person; so Jungkook didn’t return home until a little later that night, where, from the conversation he’d had with his friend, he’d assumed you would’ve been up waiting for him. 

But you weren’t. 

He told them everything; the expression on your face and demeanor different than they normally would’ve been, and the sudden interest when he’d gotten dressed up. They told him that you definitely liked him, that there’s no way you would care that much unless you were interested in him. 

You’d no doubt be waiting up for him to hear how it went, to see if he had fun on his ‘date’. 

But you were in your room, lights out and door closed. 

Two days later, he went on another ‘date’, and you had little to no reaction. Internally, you were screaming, but on the outside, you kept up a cool image. 

Several weeks passed and Jungkook kept going on these fake dates, which were really just him hanging out with friends or running errands. 

Each time you seemed less and less interested, and on the off occasion that you’d be up and ask him how his dates went, you seemed genuinely happy for him to be happy with someone else. 

But you thought he was happy with someone else. How were you supposed to be anything but happy for him, your best friend, finding someone great that makes him happy? You couldn’t be jealous, or try to drag her, or magically get the courage to make out with him because he wasn’t even available anymore. He was happy, so you needed to be happy for him. 

“How was your girlfriend?” You asked as he walked in from one of his dates. He stopped before he could make it to his room and turned back to you, leaning against the counter. 

“Girlfriend?” He asked, brow furrowed and arms crossed. You straightened yourself out as you looked up at him, before shrugging and looking back down at the vegetables you were cutting. 

“You’ve been going out for weeks now, I just assumed,” There was a still silence, the only sound in the room was the gentle chopping of your knife that you desperately tried to make fill up the awkward space. 

“And you’d just be okay with that?” You looked up at him, confusion was written all over your face. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? If she makes you happy-” 

“She’s not who makes me happy,” Jungkooks heart was in his throat, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t take living with you and being in love with you and you just being so indifferent. He knew you liked him, so why were you acting like this? 

At this point, you had no idea what to say, what to think as nothing Jungkook said seemed to be making sense. You put the knife down and turned to face him, leaning slightly against the counter behind you. 

“What are you-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence before his lips were on yours, one of his hands on the counter behind you and the other on your cheek, gently holding you as you melted into the best kiss you’ve ever had, though it didn’t last long before you pushed him off of you. “Wait, Jungkook, what about-” 

“She’s just a friend,” You were still looking at him confused, begging him to explain more because things just kept making less and less sense. “Always has been; you’re the one that makes me happy, Y/n. I just wanted to see if you felt the same way-” This time you cut him off, pulling him into you, your hands on his face as he balanced himself on the counter and your waist. 

You’d both wasted far too much time being in love with one another and doing nothing about it, and you weren’t going to waste another second. 

Jungkook seemed to feel the same way as he pulled you tightly against him and deepened the kiss. 

His hands were all over you as his tongue explored your mouth, breathing deeply as you desperately clung to each other. It wasn’t long before your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was pushing you back onto the counter, pushing the cutting board filled with food to the side and into the sink, completely ruining what you’d planned to make for dinner, not that you cared at all at this point. 

Your clothes were discarded in a rush, as were his as his lips sucked and nipped at every available patch of skin he laid his eyes on, his hot breath sending countless shivers down your spine as your arousal began to pool in your panties, the hem of which Jungkook was rolling between his fingers. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” His lips swiftly left your ribs below your breasts as he straightened himself out and pulled you into him. 

“What baby, what do you want me to do?” His voice low and rough as your eyes darted between his eyes and his swollen wet lips, his hands now under the hem of your underwear and gripping your bare hips as he gently and slowly moved his hips against yours. You groaned softly, gripping onto his shoulders as he nudged against your regrettably clothed clit. 

“I want you to fuck me, Jungkook,” You managed to whisper in his ear before you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stead as he wasted no time in ripping off both your panties and his boxers. 

Before you can even see his length he’s slipping into you as slowly as he can manage as you both moan out in pleasure. You kiss again, moaning into each other's mouths desperately as he begins to move, rocking his hips delicately against you. Small short thrusts followed narrowly by longer harsher ones, each even more delicious than the last. 

“Why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner?” his hands clung to your hips as if his life depended on it as your faces never got more than a few centimeters away from one another. 

“Because you were too busy pretending to have a girlfri- FUCK,” Jungkook snapped his hips into you roughly and his hand found your clit, effectively shutting you up as your forehead buried in the crook of his neck. 

His rough pace and skilled fingers didn’t take long to bring you to your climax, gripping onto him so hard to make sure you didn’t accidentally float away with how high your orgasm made you feel. 

Jungkook hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you off the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he moved back the hall and into his bedroom. Your orgasm wasn’t even finished before he laid you down on the edge of his bed, his feet still on the floor as he pushed into you again, thrusting softly. 

Jungkook pulled his feet off the floor and pushed you further onto the bed, his fingers intertwining with yours on either side of your head as he kissed you softly. His movements slowed down considerably from the kitchen to the bed, his hands and mouth roaming over your chest and body as his hips moved into you sensually, trying to stay in this position with you for as long as possible. 

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers as his lips find yours again, your hand cupping his face softly as his thrusts sped up. 

“I love you,” Your whisper almost came out as a moan, as you finished for the second time, your walls clenching down on him roughly pushing him over the edge. 

You hold onto each other tightly as he spills into you, leaving kisses on your face softly as you both come down from your highs. You stay like this for a while, holding each other as you share sweet words with one another.

[sadhours]

scumbag blues • regular john

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, drug use, sex work, smut, p in v, angst, Gator is mean but so is Daisy

Gator hates going to the sheriff’s department since his date with Faye went awry. She looks at him differently. But Roy’s insistent he keeps on courting her. And with him being banned by Daisy, Faye’s looking prettier and prettier every day. Though, Gator’s banned, he drives by the inn twice a day. Checking for cars. Daisy’s busy. Always a car he don't recognize or Daphne’s beat up pick up truck. Can only imagine what Daphne says about him. He tried to get with her back in school. Before Daisy was selling herself. Daphne was someone his dad liked and Gator liked how Daphne looked, along with the reasons his dad liked her. Roy encouraged Gator pursuing Daphne and they went on a couple of dates. But then Gator asked a little too much about her best friend, Daisy and Daphne seemed disinterested. Then Daisy started talking to Gator during gym class which embarrassed Gator so he was rude to her. He knew Daphne had gossiped about their dates and felt like Daisy talked to him out of pity.

But Daisy was persistent and well, she was a cheerleader. They winded up at the same parties after games. She’d find her way to Gator and gush about how well he played. Then he got tackled by a motherfucker twice his size and broke his ankle. Daphne signed his cast in big letters that took up a whole half of it. Next thing he knew, Daisy was scribbling all pretty over it, looking up at him with these eyes and he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Jerked off to the thought of Daisy on her knees many, many times. But he was rude to her the whole time, told her to fuck off.

After graduation, Gator was two months into his training for deputy. His dad was hardcore about it. Gator slept four hours a night at most. Chores and training left him little room for anything. But he got away for a bonfire one night on his birthday. He remembers it well. Jason Aldean’s “Big Green Tractor” playing loud on someone’s speaker when it was whispered to him that you could fuck Daisy Way for two hundred bucks. And he’d just got five hundred for graduating from his grandad. Seemed like a good investment, so he set his sights on Daisy and drunkenly waddled over to her.

She was curled up with Daphne at the fire, wearing these low rise, boot cut jeans and a flowy white top. Her hair, bleached blonde in tangles from the harsh North Dakota wind. Stumbled in her boots when Gator extended his hand towards her. They held hands as they walked to his truck, silent after Gator said to her, “Heard a rumor ‘bout ya.”

“What’s the rumor?” Daisy slurred as Gator opened the backseat door of his truck and she settled inside. He stood between her knees, wrapped his fingers around her knees as he gazed up at her. Her eyeliner was smeared, eyes looking as drunk as he felt.

“Heard you’d let me do what I want for two hundred bucks,” Gator slurred back, “That true?”

“Rooster crow in the mornin’?” She hiccuped, face shifted something sultry.

“What?” Gator giggled, not expecting that response.

Daisy giggled in return, hands clutching his flannel, “Yes, Gator, give me two hundred bucks and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Can I fuck you?” he wondered, hand moving to hold her jaw, brown eyes boring into her blue ones.

“If that’s what you want,” she whispered, “Is that what you want, Gator?”

He shuffled to pull his wallet out, pulls out two crisp hundred dollar bills and offered them to Daisy. She slipped them from his fingers and shoved them in her front pocket, “Fuck me, Gator.”

He moved quickly, getting in the truck between her legs and pushed he on her back. Kissed her filthy while his hands found purchase on her chest, squeezing at the swell of her tits through her bra and shirt. Daisy’s legs wrapped around his waist, hands grabbing the back of head while she kissed him back just as desperately. Writhed underneath him like a pig in mud, grunting and humming like she ain’t ever been happier. Gator believed it, dead set on losing his damned virginity to her. With the doors of the truck wide open, a sight for anyone walking by as he rutted into her, erection straining against his boxers. Daisy’s thighs were as warm as asphalt on a summer day, clenching around him with a vice grip. Gator had to cut the foreplay short ‘cause he damned near blew his load just kissing and dry humping her. It was race between them, shoving jeans and underwear low enough to get the pair of ‘em exposed.

Gator swore he saw her slick coating her thighs. Had to get his hand on her cunt, had to make sure she was just as soaked as she looked, and she was. She gripped his cock, pointed it to her entrance as she whispered about his size against his lips. Gave Gator this ego boost that had his hips jerking forward, sheathing his cock fully inside her in one swift motion. The pair of them moaned in pleasure, Gator was overwhelmed with the sensation. Daisy’s cunt squeezing him so tight and warm and wet, his hips stilled as his face nuzzled against her neck.

“Goddamn, Daisy,” he cursed, face all scrunched up.

“Fuck me,” she whined, rolling her hips as she scratched at the back of his head, “Gator! Your cocks fucking huge, oh my god!”

He bit her neck, trying to restrain his orgasm but it was edging closer and closer, way too quickly. Her fucked out voice made it so hard not to bust. Being inside Daisy weren’t nothing like fucking his own fist. His eyes rolled back in his eyes as he made sounds against her neck that sounded foreign on his intoxicated ears. Her thighs squeezed him something fierce as she tightened her grip on him, fucking herself on his cock. He pulled back, wrapped his hand around her throat as he demanded, “Don’t fucking move, slut. Lay still.”

Daisy whimpered, looking at him with goddamned stars in her eyes as her jaw dropped. She panted, whined, made beautiful sounds Gator could never forget. He was embarrassed by how quick he was about to cum, sure Daisy would run off and tell everyone she just took his virginity for a measly $200. But Daisy kept babbling. Wouldn’t fucking shut up.

“God, Gator! It’s so fucking big, holy fuck—“ she gasped, “feel it in my guts.”

Blew his load then, bare ass clenching as he emptied inside of her. Making a pathetic sound he ain’t ever made before. And Gator couldn’t help but make noise when he came but it wasn’t ever like this. This was the most pathetic he ever sounded in his life, hand gripping Daisy’s throat so tight her voice cut off. Her eyes rolled back in her head but the bitch had the nerve to thrust her hips up at him, milking even more from him and pulling yet another weak moan from him.

“Fuck—“ he let go of her throat as he pulled back. His cock was softening as he slipped it back into his jeans. Daisy didn’t even look disappointed, looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. Sat up as Gator zipped his pants up, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.

“Come to the Inn tomorrow,” she begged, licking his lower lip, “Wanna do that again with ya.”

Gator spent all his graduation money on Daisy.

“Good morning, Deputy Tillman,” Faye’s voice shocks him back to reality, pulls him out of the memory that has his dick filling out.

“Mornin’, Faye,” he greeted her, “I gotta check out some evidence, mind handing me the key?”

“Sure,” she replied, turning in her chair to grab it and from this angle, Gator can imagine she’s Daisy. Can imagine her turning around and having them plump lips and bright blue eyes. He’d bend her over the desk, that’s how pent up he is. Wishes he could fuck Daisy in front of every man in Stark County and show them who really owns her. Free of charge. But he sees Faye’s soft brown eyes and the fantasy is shattered.

“Thanks,” he grabs the keys and rushes past her and down the stairs. Makes his way to the evidence room, goes to the narcotics section and files through. Grabs a couple of bags of coke. The lotto ones. A couple of grams nobody’ll miss. Tucks them into his pocket but not after opening one and taking a quick bump, another bump. And then one more. He doesn’t say bye to Faye when he leaves. Finds himself in the cruiser, spills one of the baggies onto the center console. Cuts himself a line and snorts it with a hundred dollar bill, tries not to think about how the Benjamin would’ve winded up in Daisy’s pocket if she hadn’t “banned” him.

Coke fueled, he’s angry. Thinks, how could she fucking ban him. He’s the law. That’s how Gator finds himself at the Inn. No cars outside. Earl ain’t even home. But Daisy is.

“Daisy Tellulah Way,” he calls as he enters the door, “Come out with your hands up, got a warrant for your arrest.”

“Gator, that ain’t funny,” she seethes when she walks out of the kitchen. Gator’s fucked her in there. On the counter while she attempted to prepare breakfast for her pops. Thinks about it vividly as he gazes at her. She’s wearing a simple white dress, satin with lace at the bodice. Could marry her in that dress, he thinks as he looks at her. Kinda wants to drop to his knees and ask, but he ain’t gotta ring and she banned him. She fucking banned him.

“You look good,” he says instead, “Missed you.”

Her face softens at that. Makes Gator’s stomach flip. Makes him think he loves her. Almost drops to his knees again. Then her face hardens.

“I banned you from this place,” she exhales, looks exhausted.

“I don’t like her,” Gator admits, the coke working as a fucking truth serum. “She’s boring and she ain’t as pretty as you.”

Daisy wipes her face with her hand, narrows her eyes at Gator, “You ain’t banned ‘cause you got a girlfriend. You’re banned because you’re attached.”

“How am I attached if I have a girlfriend?” Gator argues.

“You’re here, telling me you don’t like your girlfriend. Gator, seriously, I need you to leave,” Daisy replies.

“Can’t leave,” Gator responds, “Gimme me an hour. I’ll pay whatever you want.”

Daisy scans his face, chuckles condensing as she announces, “You’re high.”

“High on how bad I need ya.”

“High on evidence that’s too easily accessible,” she mutters, “Go home. Jerk off. Forget about me, Gator.”

“‘Member the first time we hooked up?” Gator asks, palms bracing the desk as he edges closer to it.

“The first time you paid me to fuck you, you mean,” she argues and Gator waves his hand.

“I remember the way you looked at me,” he licks his lips, “You liked it. You ain’t ever liked sex before.”

“Sex is my job, Gator. I’m great at looking like I enjoy it,” Daisy retorts, “Leave.”

Gator doesn’t get it. In his recollection of their first sexual encounter, Daisy seemed to like it. He struggles to believe she’s been faking it this whole time. “I’ve made you squirt, hard to fake that.”

“Gator, seriously. Get the fuck out,” she replies, looking demure suddenly. Can’t hold his eye contact.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

Daisy licks her lips, takes a deep breath before she leans over the desk, “I don’t want you. I never have and I never will. I’m a fucking prostitute, Gator.”

“You didn’t make me pay so many times,” he tries to argue.

Daisy smiles then purses her lips before she speaks again, “Felt bad for you. You’re fucking pathetic. Every god damn penny you make goes to me and I felt bad. But I don’t have any feelings for you. Except disdain. Please, leave.”

Gator sucks on his teeth, digs in his pocket for one of the grams of coke, tosses it on the desk. “Well, you’re good at your job. ‘Cause you had me convinced I fucking meant something to ya,” he swallows, “And yeah, maybe I got attached, maybe I fell for ya. Which makes me a big fat fucking loser. ‘Cause I do better than your fucking, tainted pussy. Can find a girl who hasn’t had every pathetic fuck in this town between her legs. Fuck you, Daisy. Hope you get fucking syphilus and die.”

Gator slams his door on the way out.