#i know u didnt ask for anything in return but when i get back to drawing again please feel free to send a DN prompt >:3c

[hiddenbeks]

more than a month after my previous kotor update i am happy to announce that i have finally met jolee and had him join me <3

[qeyond]

sobbing crying weeping coughing whimpering thank you to the user that tipped my ko-fi ; O ; !!!!

[maybanksprincess]

thank me later - J.M

pairings: pervy bsf! jj x innocent reader

warnings: mdni, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, soft dom! jj, sub! reader, orgasm denial.

JJ was sitting laying in your bed, while you sit at your vanity adjusting your pretty pink bows in your hair, as your face scrunches up in a focused expression.

as you get your bows to the way you like, you grab your strawberry scented lip gloss, applying a layer to your lips and rubbing them together.

you turn you head to jj, speaking softly "jayjay, does my hair look good?" you ask innocently, not having a clue about the thoughts hes having right now. about how he wanted to throw u on the bed and give u orgasm after orgasm "yeah baby, looks real good." he mutters out.

you giggle and stand up, walking over and cuddling real close to his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, adjusting his cargo shorts a little

this doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you speak softly "jayy..what are u doing with ur shorts?" you look up at him with innocent eyes

"nuthin' sweetcheeks, dont worry your pretty little head about it." he presses a kiss to your forehead, looking at the way ur top showed ur cleavage, biting back a groan, he shifts the way he's laying slightly.

you decide to let it go, and not say anything. you continue to cuddle up to him while he traces little patterns on your back.

jj had stolen your panties and bras multiple times while he was over, the following night he would jerk off countless times into them, getting them all sticky and creamy with his seed.

he would never wash them, or return them. they were his

eventually, you start to feel a pooling between your legs. you dont know what it is, you've never had sex or masturbated.

you didnt know what caused it. maybe it was the way jj manspreaded, or the way hes so effortlessly attractive. but you couldnt help but think what it would be like for jj to help the pooling between your legs.

your lost in your thoughts, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, making jjs gaze fall to your thighs. his lips slowly curved into a smirk, knowing what his innocent girl was thinking about.

"whatcha thinkin' about sweetheart?" his country accent lingering in his words

his voice drawls you out of your thoughts. you noticed the way your thighs were clenched, and you unclench them, letting out a nervous laugh. "sorry, was just thinking" you say softly

"yeah? about what sweetie?" his smirk deepens

you pause for a moment, and look at him with those innocent eyes. "what does it mean if u feel wet stuff between ur legs jayjay?"

he knew he had you right where he wanted you. "means you need someone to take care of you sweetheart, you want me to take care of you?"

you bite your bottom lip slightly, "yes.."

he sits up, and gently pushes you onto your back on the bed. he hooks his finger into the waistband of your cute little skirt.

"can i take this off baby?" he asks gently

you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and he knew that. you mumble out a quick "mhm." and watch him start to remove your skirt and panties

he groans at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him "let me know if this feels good baby, aight?"

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth slowly in anticipation.

he dips his head down, and licks a stripe up your folds, you let out a soft moan, and your hands instinctively fall to his hair to grip it

he takes your moan as encouragement to keep going, and he starts swirling his tongue in figure 8's on your clit, pushing a finger in to test the waters.

when you let out another moan and buck your hips up, he pushes another finger in, and begins fingering you while sucking your clit.

you feel your orgasm approaching as the pretty blonde below you keeps sucking ur clit, pushing his perfect fingers in and out of your dripping hole.

he feels your pussy clench around his fingers, and he pulls his head away from ur pussy, chin and stubble drenched in your arousal.

"nuh uh sweet girl, dont cum yet, imma make this pretty pussy squirt" following his words, he sucks your clit harder, adding yet another finger inside your hole.

after holding off your orgasm for so long, you whimper, feeling yourself have to pee. you try and push jjs head away, but he doesnt budge.

"nuh uh, give it t'me pretty girl." he doubles his efforts, his tongue moving at a relentless speed.

the band in your stomach snaps, and you feel a warm liquid shoot out of your hole, leaving his face soaked in ur liquids.

for a moment, you feel like ur seeing stars. your head is thrown back, your hands gripping his hair tighter than ever.

you catch your breath and then you look down at him.

"t-thank you jayjay.."

"thank me later, cupcake."

[unknownati]

xii. never lose me

a/n: (i lost the ask so sorry to that anon, hope u still find this 💀 but the ask was like: can you make a fic based off never lose me by flo milli? with smut)

happy new year my loves!

sorry this took so long im such a slow writer. plus im braindead asf. ik i said i had to proofread this in my last post but i lied i didnt 😬

nooobody ask me where he got all this money cuz baby idk. i hope some of this stuff is correct bc i am not rich 😭

warnings/tags: smut 👻, fem!black!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features BUT reader dresses feminine (think aliyahsinterlude), modern!ekko, boat sex yay, semi-public(?), risky, backshots 🎉, oral (e! recieving), reader getting spoiled, soft dom!ekko, so loosely inspired by the song, not proofread. raw vibe

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ekko goes above and beyond treating you right.

anything you want, all yours. that new purse? check your mailbox. you need your nails done? here's $300, keep the change, don't worry about it. he always makes sure you're pleased, even if you don't ask. he knows everything about you by heart. favorite flowers, favorite foods, plus your usual orders, so it's not uncommon to come home to food on the table with a fresh vase of florals seated next to it.

of course, nothing about this relationship was ever one sided. there is no one who prances around announcing that ekko is your man quite like you do. you make sure ekko knows that if he ever needs you, no matter what, you're there.

in return, you get whatever you want.

"ekko," you sing, putting your phone down in the cup holder. your hand rests over ekko's, which has a gentle grip on your thigh. crickets chirp outside, veiled beneath the dark sky and lack of light. you're speeding down an empty backroad on your way back home from a little shopping spree at a mall an hour and some change away. "i wanna go somewhere."

he hums. "where were you thinking?"

"dunno yet," you lean your weight onto the center console, maybe somewhere in asia."

"yeah?" he asks, squeezing the fat of your thigh. you smile wide. "sure. let me know when you decide."

"i will, thanks baby," you chirp, gently pulling his hand up your thigh and closer to your center. his fingers catch on the hem, pushing your denim skirt up and gently pressing his thumb into your clit. he's rubbing featherlight circles into it, running over the lacy underwear he bought for you a while back. your gasp is barely heard beneath the music.

the engine whirrs, and you see the speedometer shoot up.

so impatient.

.:*☆

it truly didn't take long for ekko to book that flight. you said the place, and about 30 minutes later everything was set in stone.

excitement rushed through your body as you packed, making sure to tuck your matching sets beneath your clothes. he deserved some type of reward, right?

when you finally arrived at your hotel, late into the night, jet-lagged to all hell, you couldn't help but ask ekko if he needed some help. he did everything, all you did was walk around, complain about your feet hurting a bit, and cling to his arm. regardless, he insisted you worried about nothing and just got comfy for the night because he had something big planned tomorrow.

never would you have ever guessed that you'd end up on a cruiser yacht.

he had you blindfolded after you returned to the hotel from eating and shopping, promising that you'd love it and that you just needed to be patient and trust him. you did; no hesitation there.

and once he slipped it off after your minor freak-out wondering what you're stepping onto that has to be so wobbly, it took your breath away.

the sun sinks below the horizon, yellow rays glittering off of the water. your hands met his, perched on your hips, looking back to find his prideful grin.

"ekko..." you pout.

"iii know, i'm a great boyfriend, you love me, i know," he jokes, chuckling as you walk around the cockpit, marveling the fact that you're on one. "it'll leave soon, there's a cooler with drinks, and i can take pictures for you."

you smile wide. "my personal photographer. in fact, take some of me right now before the sun sets," you rush to hand him your phone, quickly posing yourself in front of the scene.

ekko took taking photos for you so seriously, genuinely telling you how to switch your posing and expression, and without missing a beat always hyping you up to the third degree.

so when you heard nothing from ekko, no 'oooh's or 'mhm's, you turned to him.

"ekko?"

"sorry, you're just..." he laughs sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as if he wasn't the key to your heart. "so pretty."

you roll your eyes. "you're so corny."

the tone of your voice completely betrayed your words, honeyed and bashful. he catches it, shaking his head and raising the camera again.

"right—okay, let's try this again."

.:*☆

the pictures came out great. you wanted to wait until you got home to pick your favorites to post, but all of them were so good that you didn't know which one to pick.

you leaned against the railing, staring out into deep night, city lights twinkling in the distance. the cool sea breeze rushes against your skin, the salty scent of the ocean flooding around you. it was too good of an opportunity to not take more.

"ekko, take a few more for me?"

he hums, not a moment of protest, finding your phone and settling into the seat opposite of you.

you take your seat as well, your torso twisted and legs crossed. his mouth opens—'move your leg a little' rests on his tongue, until he inspects your gaze through the phone. you weren't quite looking at the camera, but rather...behind it.

"you okay?"

you nod. "yeah...you look good as fuck over there."

he fumbles over his words for a moment, looking down at his attire. "in my spiderman shirt?"

"mhm, especially in your spiderman shirt," you look him up and down, eyes sliding over his muscles. "come back over here real quick?"

he's surprised he didn't trip from how quickly he scrambled over to you, sitting in the seat beside you. his smile is poorly hidden as you crawl into his lap. his hands find your waist, pulling you closer.

you direct his face up, fingers gently pushing at his chin, leaning down to lock your lips together.

his hands roam your body—clearly too impatient—fingers pushing beneath your shirt, pulling up and revealing your bra. intricate lace, almost in a floral pattern, dyed a dusty pink that was barely visible under the moonlight. the cups had a deep cut, plunging down from your collar bone to the bottom of your sternum with a dainty little decorative bow.

you literally feel him getting hard. he looks up, fingers running along the band. "this for me?"

"sure is." you nod, reaching down to tug your skirt down. the hem of your matching panties peek out. "you like 'em?"

"do i?" he glances above the short barrier at the captain, who isn't paying an ounce of attention. just humming in his own world, only focused on the path they were going on. perfect.

"shit..." his lips reconnect with yours before trailing down, sucking hickies into your skin, tightly squeezing your thighs, brows furrowing.

you can already tell he's going to find a way to seat you right on his face so you stop him—not because you don't want that, but you've been spoiled enough for one day—pushing his shoulders back and getting off of him.

he looked like a kicked puppy when you separated from him and you just roll your eyes, sinking down onto your knees with a wide smile. it all connects for him and he relaxes against the seat, lips parting as you quickly unbutton his pants, your nail hooking at the band of his trunks. you tug, down, down, down, until his dick springs free and lightly taps his naval.

you waste no time, your lips meeting the base, then parting to let your tongue run up a vein that lead you to the sensitive tip.

ekko shivers, eyes shifting from the arch in your back to your lips, leaving glossy stamps all along his length.

you, on the other hand, kept your eyes locked onto his. he kept averting his gaze. for what, you weren't sure. but you tapped his tip against your tongue, capturing his attention. finally, his eyes meet yours. now you feel like you can continue.

you kiss the tip again, smiling up at him as you allow it to breach your lips, sliding into your mouth agonizingly slow.

"fuuuck," he drags, watching you slowly sink down, taking almost all of it yet stopping where your lips met your fingers.

you get acquainted with the feeling, adjusting your tongue to press against the skin. your cheeks hollow, your head slowly falling into a bobbing movement, stroking him alongside your movements.

he struggles to not thrust straight up into your mouth, gripping the edge of the leather cushions. one hand meets the back of your head but doesn't push or pull, just rests there.

his hips twitch, torso relaxing against the back of the seat, growing rigid whenever your tongue ran across just the right spot. his chest rises and falls rapidly, quickly drawing in breaths then moaning them right out.

your jaw already started to ache, but looking up at him as he falls apart from just your mouth is beyond worth it. he shakes his head, eyes leaving yours, squeezing shut, and you can tell he's already close.

his hand leaves your head, forearm laying against his forehead. you tap him, a reminder. look at me. he peeks down, a breathy chuckle pushing through.

"doin' so good for me, yeah? 'm close—" he warns you—you nod in acknowledgment.

you unhinge your jaw, sticking your tongue out so he can watch his cum spill all over it,

he sucks air in through his teeth, and before you know it you're bent over the seat, looking out onto the horizon. you start to speak and he just shushes you, tugging your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. soaked.

maybe you were just too impatient, because before he could even get comfortable you were reaching back to put it in. his laugh rings behind you, shooing your hand away so he can finish sinking all the way inside you.

his pelvis meets your ass and you almost caught a glimpse of the back of your skull. he started slow, gripping your waist and bringing you back to meet his strokes.

you're squeezing around him so tight, and all he can do is stare in awe at it. his length glistens, coated in your juices. then he couldn't take it, his pace quickening, watching the fat of your ass recoil against his movements.

it feels euphoric, almost unreal. staring out into the night sky, stars twinkling above you, ocean swaying below you, and ekko thrusting into your heat, moaning behind you—it was overwhelming, it had your flesh running hot.

"feels good?" he questions, though your gasps and mewls answer loud and clear.

"fuck, yes."

"mhm, you're mine, right?"

"a-all yours." you nod.

"all mine?" he asks, and it's rhetorical. not like you could reply anyway, because your moans caught in your throat, rendering any chance you had at words useless.

your noises drowned beneath the whirring of the motor paired with the water swaying beneath you, which you're endlessly grateful for. you're lucky that driver pays almost no attention to what's happening behind him.

you were especially loud, and it only got worse as you felt your orgasm building. ekko knew it too, the way your voice shook, the way you tightened around him, the way you begged him not to stop—it was pushing him over the edge too.

"fuck, that's it. just like that. i got you, okay? good."

your cries overlap ekko's softer groans as you came, your form trembling, jolts of pleasure coursing throughout your body as he fucked you through it.

he had to hold back from coming inside you, letting you ride out your high before pulling out to release all over your back.

he gives you no time to recover, immediately diving in for another round, intoxicated with the way you gasps caught in your throat, holding onto the seat for dear life.

he leans down, his lips meeting your shoulder, his brows furrowed. it did not take long for the two of you to get close again, still sensitive from your previous release. within a few minutes, your juices coat his length and another load lands on your back, seeping down and settling into the dip of your spine.

you're both catching your breath, ekko presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, and you have to stop him from kissing you more. "we're almost there," you hiss, and he huffs, lifting off of you to get himself together,

thank god there were paper towels on board. he cleans his release off of your back and skirt, managing to get the both of your appearances together by the time the yacht met the docks.

the moment the captain comes back to thank you for riding with him, ekko's giving him the quickest thank you possible along with his tip and rushing you off of the boat.

"let's get back to the room? i just wanna see that set you have on a little better."

you know that the second that door closes behind you in the hotel, there is not a chance you'll be stopping.

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pssst!: not the most confident in this one.,. i will make up for this one i swear 😔 locking in!

maybe a part 2 with what happens at the hotel cough cough

[cweampier]

okk so I'm returning the favour <3

I was wondering if you could do a small fic or drabble where reader and Leon are at a wedding. Probably readers relative or friend, and when the bride is coming down the isle leon whispers into readers ear

"That's going to be us someday, I promise you that."

Like ahhh I'm so unstable seriously lmao. I originally wrote this idea and posted it but it didnt do well so it was deleted. I hope u can ressurect the idea 🥰

gonna cry gonna cry… gonna cry…

you’d been to a fair amount of weddings in your life, but it was your first time bringing leon along with you. he’d struggle with the overriding issue of if he looked presentable enough, seeking for your reassurance. clammy hands adjusted the tie of his suit as you snickered beside him, it was like he was the groom of today. “you don’t have anyone to impress besides me, leon.. now stop stirring in your seat, the reception is starting.” you’d patted his thigh, hoping he’d take the hint and cease his movements. he did so in earnest, watching as the crowd craned their necks to the back.

he listened to the remedy of church bells and to the bright orchestra that commenced as his eyes followed the woman dressed in a recognizable white gown walk down the broad aisle, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. he always loved the way wedding gowns looked, how they fitted forms so perfectly. he found his thoughts running rampant, imagining you both in this very moment, trying to capture a glimpse into what the future holds for the both of you. he’s yet to propose, but something stirred up inside him, wanting nothing more than to ask for your hand in marriage right then and there.

he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he were to do so, the selfish idea reducing into nothing more than a distant memory one that he chased so desperately as he thumbed the back of your hand that he was holding. as the woman approached the alter, he leaned in close to your ear, hot breath tickling the lobe of it as he smiled against it at the thought of what he was about to say. “someday… i’ll buy you a beautiful ring and ask you to marry me,” he lulled, brushing a stand of hair from your face. “pick your karat, two, four, anything for you, just say the word,” he nuzzled his nose into the side of your ear, bunting his head against yours affectionately.

“it’ll be our day, just like it’s theirs today— ah..” he backed up as you elbowed his shoulder, watching your face pucker up sourly at his words. it was obvious you were trying to mask the excitement that bubbled up inside you at the thought of leon getting down on one knee, sporting a beautiful diamond ring only for you to accept as he asked you to marry him. through sickness and health, how he’d love you and honor all the days in his life that’ll be filled with you. “don’t be ridiculous, leon…” you whispered through your plump, pouty lips as he wet his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue along it.

he let out a faint huff, calloused hands finding your ring finger, smoothing his own fingertips along it as he imagined a ring fit snugly onto it, his mark officially being made on you through lavish jewelry. jewelry that held true meaning and promises soon to be met as you both welcomed each other as not only partners but as soon-to-be husband and wife. he couldn’t wait for it, he sat in his seat like a tall child who dwelled giddily on the plans he had for what lies ahead. “ridiculous just so happens to be my middle name.. i can’t help who i am and what big dreams i dream. i just know i’ll always want you in them.”

you could only think to yourself ‘what a geek’ as you found yourself thinking about the same thing. a promising future, security and unconditional love.

[blackdollette]

"i get high on hydroponic weed." | clyde

brooklyn baby - lana del rey

summary: after a long and rough day, you and clyde decide to spend some special time together

female!reader x clyde

contents: drinking, use of marijuana, angst (just a tiny bit), thigh riding, creampie

buckle up, yall. this is a long one.

you heaved a heavy sigh as you walked in through the door. you walked right past clyde, who was taking a hit from his bong while watching something on tv, and headed straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

you sunk down to the ground as tears started streaming down your face. you turn on the faucet to drown out the sound of your quiet sobs. the pressure of your job was getting to you. things were just completely falling apart and you didnt know what to do.

you walked over to the mirror, taking a long glance at your reflection. your mascara was ruined. you got lost in your daze, so you didnt hear clyde knocking on the bathroom door.

"you ok in there?" he asked from the other side of the door. when you didnt respond, he decided to just let himself in, swinging the door open. you jumped a little, startled at this. you tried to wipe away some of the black tears on your face, but it was too late.

clyde noticed right away and he rushed up to you, holding your head in his hands. you could tell that he was getting worried. "o-oh my god... baby, what happened? are you sick? what happened today? is it your... woman thing..? you need me to get you anything? i can get you some-" you interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips.

you sniffled and wiped away some of your tears before speaking. "just... just a rough day. thats all." you gave him a weak little smile, but he still felt terrible seeing you like this.

"w-well, uh, why don't you tell me about it..?" his voice was a little shaky. you laughed softly at how he was stammering. "i think you're a bit too stoned to listen to me ramble."

clyde wasnt used to seeing you like this. you'd always been so strong and well put together. but seeing you in this vulnerable state only made his love for you grow stronger. after a moment, a dumb little grin spread across his face.

"yeah, i think you're right. but, i know what'll make you feel better." he said, gently stroking your cheek. "oh yeah? what would that be?" you asked, curious at what he had in mind. he always had outlandish ideas.

he walked toward the bathtub and turned on the water, pouring in some scented soap as the tub filled. "trust me. get into the bathtub, and i'll be right back." he rushed out of the bathroom before you could say anything.

you hesitated, but you undressed yourself and got into the warm, soapy water. you sighed softly as you felt your nerves unclenching. you had to admit, you were starting to feel better already.

you closed your eyes as you waited for clyde to return. he came back into the bathroom, a bottle of red wine in one hand and a tin of edible gummies in the other.

"great, you're already in." he said. he sat down criss-crossed beside the tub, placing the bottle and the tin on the edge of it. "i know you've had a rough day, so i thought you might have wanted to... relax with me a little." he put on of his hands into the water, splashing it a little.

you smiled as you looked at him. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to." you reached out to him, putting a hand in his hair as you gave him a soft kiss. as you pulled away, his eyes started wandering down your exposed body,

he started to feel a little tense at the realization that you were completely naked in front of him. and it didnt help that he was as high at a kite, either. his mind started to wander to many lustful thoughts of you.

he shook himself out of his trance, clearing his throat. "u-uh... i got your favourite wine for you." he hands you the bottle, his hand a little shaky as his eyes travel down your wet collarbone.

you accepted the bottle with a smile, popping off the cap and throwing your head back as you took a long swig. some of the wine missed your mouth and poured down your body. clyde's breath hitched as he looked at the trail of wine that ran down your neck and fell into the valley between your tits.

you pulled the bottle away from you lips, the wine staining your lips a little. clyde wanted to take you right at this moment so badly, but he knew he had to hold himself back. he handed you the tin of edibles before standing up. "well, have fun. i'll be going now." he couldn't hide his feelings for much longer, so he knew he had to get away from you.

you pouted. "you're not gonna join me..?" you asked sadly. clyde turned around, eyes wide. he didnt expect that. "h-huh...?" he couldnt tell if you were serious or not.

"get in here, clyde. its not as fun without you." you winked, making clyde's mind run wild. but he nodded as he started to remove his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular build. he took off his belt and threw it to the side. he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off, leaving him in his boxers.

you felt yourself getting a little shy as you watched him undress, so you turned away a little. clyde took off his boxers before sinking into the bathtub right in front of you. you looked at him, a smile a your face. you passed to wine to him.

he took the bottle from you before taking a drink from the bottle. he took the tin of gummies and opened it, taking a gummy out and offering it to you. "these ones are real strong. one or two and you'll be floating on air." he said as you took it from him, putting it into your mouth.

he took one himself and ate it, despite already smoking weed earlier. as clyde always said, there was no such thing as being "too high". you started playing with some bubbles, cupping them into your hands and popping them one by one.

you crawled over to clyde, sitting on his lap before taking a handful of bubbles and slicking them through his long hair. he chuckled softly before pulling you into a gentle kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands travelled up and down your bare body.

this was enough to get clyde's body tingling all over. he was exra sensitive from all the substances he had taken today, so this was just the thing to top it all off.

you started moving your hips against him a little, just trying to get a reaction out of him. and you got exactly what you wanted. he let out a slurred groan as his cock started to harden from all of the buzzing going through his body right then.

you placed a hand on his chest, running it down his body until you got to the area right above his dick. clyde was started to get frustrated at all your teasing, so he finally spoke up.

"alright, enough with the teasing. are we gonna fuck or not?" he asked, his voice having hints of desperation in it. you smiled before whispering. "i dont know, you tell me."

that was all clyde needed to understand that you wanted it just as badly as he did. he decided to just go for it. he cupped your tits in his hands, immediately moving his lips against one of them, biting your nipple gently.

a few moans escaped your lips, your desire growing by the second. you moved your hand to his rock hard cock, moving your thumb around his tip. his dick was extra sensitive at the moment, so he could already feel himself tightening up as he let out a soft groan.

you moved upward on his thigh a little, so that your pussy was at the perfect angle on it. you started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning softly at the friction. clyde looked at you lovingly, like you were his own personal goddess.

he ran a hand through his hair before moving his fingers to your aching clit, putting some pressure on it as you rode his thigh. you moans became slurred words as you felt you orgasm quickly rushing through you, but you didnt want tonight to be all about you.

you came up from his thigh, grabbing his cock and putting it at your entrance. you looked him in his red eyes. "is this ok?" you said, hoping that he would be alright with it. he nodded eagerly, just as you knew he would.

you took a deep breath before lowering yourself onto his cock, drawing out long moans from him and yourself. his hands found your hips as he started slowly thrusting into you.

"a-ah... c-clyde.. oh god..." you moaned as his cock filled you up to the brim. you began to bounce up and down on him, desperate for some more movement between the two of you.

"oh yeah... just like that, baby.." he whispered, grinning as you started to pick up the pace. he watched your tits as they bounced right in front of his face, making his face turn a little red.

you bit your lip as he cock started hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside you, making you twitch a little every time it hit that spot again. clyde quickly became louder as his sensitive cock was inside of your warm pussy.

you both would continue to speed up, his hips bucking into you as your moans got louder with each thrust. clyde's mouth gaped open as his breathing got heavier by the second.

it didnt take long for you to cum on his dick, your tight walls squeezing the life out of him, but he kept on going. he kept on mercilessly thrusting into you, only wanting to make you feel as good as possible.

his eyes began to cross a little as he felt a twitching sensation running through his torso. he got more vocal as precum started to drip out of him. he continued to speed up his thrusts, making you scream out his name repeatedly like a broken record.

"a-ah, fuck... g-getting real close, baby..." he had done a great job at holding in his orgasm for all this time. he'd felt like cumming ever since you first sat on his lap, so the tension was growing rapidly inside of him.

"oh s-shit... i-im cumming, baby..!" would be his last words as his thrusts grew faster and sloppier, his hands squeezing your ass as tears started flowing down your cheeks at the overstimulation.

a low groan escaped the depths of his core as he spilled all his cum into you, making you feel more full than ever. you couldve sworn that his eyes rolled to the back of his head if your own werent welled with tears.

his thrusts reached lightning speed as he rode out his high, splashing soapy water around both of you. as he finally stopped the abuse on your sore little pussy, he turned you around, watching as cum dripped out of your tight little hole.

he smiled as you sat down on the opposite end of the tub. he reached out to you and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. "hope that made your day a little better." he said with a smile as he pulled you into a warm hug.

author's note: this took me a lot longer than it was supposed. clyde is my babygirl, so this one is kinda long. but i hope you all liked this one :)) not proofread yet.

[phr0gg13]

Rescue Mission

Octavian x Gn!Reader

Summary: As the newly appointed praetorian the reader must deal with Octavian and his habit of stealing campers stuffed animals.

This can be read as a platonic or romantic fic! No use of (Y/N) and readers gender is never mentioned!

After Jason had disappeared Reyna was in dire need of a new Praetorian… So here you were, filling in some big shoes that were left for you. Little did you know that being Praetorian was like babysitting hundreds of kids who all had issues. Demigods deserved to have free therapy… Yet your favorite person to babysit was the Augur Octavian. He seemed to always invite some sort of problems, whether he decided to be mean to the fifth cohort or he stole some campers stuffed animal and offered it to the gods. Reyna had basically made you his full-time handler. Which is why you are making your way to the apollo shrine, to try and take back a few stuffed animals he had recently stolen. Hopefully you can make it before the poor things are totally destroyed. Another part of the job has been collected the carcasses of the stuffed animals and trying to sew them back together.

As you entered the shrine you could see Octavian. He had ditched the toga today and just wore his camp shirt and some dark wash jeans. You cleared your throat.

“Hey…”

Octavian looked behind him and sneered at you. “What do you want?” Clearly he had not been expecting to get caught so soon again. You walked closer to him and narrowed your eyes. “I have a trade offer for you…” He turned around and it gave you time to see that the stuffed animals were not harmed yet… He scoffed as he examined you. “A trade offer?” “Yep… You stop stealing campers stuffed animals and the praetorians will supply you with new ones instead.” You smiled at him as he thought about the offer. “Do I get one whenever I want…?” He asked quietly as he looked into your eyes. You shook your head softly. “We dont have that kind of budget… Youll get one each week… Even that took alot of convincing for Reyna…”

He looked at you like you had two heads. “You were the one to bring it up to Reyna?” He asked softly as his eyes turned from their usual cold and callous look to a softer, confused expression. “Yes… It wouldnt be fair if you werent allowed to do your offerings but you need to stop stealing the campers stuff…” You walked closer, keeping your hands behind your back. “I am getting a bit tired of fetching stuffed animals, especially sewing them back together.” You said with a soft smile.

He let out a scoff that sounded more like a laugh. “You sewed them back together?” You nodded your head and shrugged your shoulders. “Im like the best Praetorian huh?” You grinned, he only rolled his eyes at you and then turned to look back at the shrine with the still intact stuffed animals. “Okay… I accept your offer” A smile came to your face as you hummed. “Good… I have a little present.” This made Octavian turn with his eyebrows raised. “A present…?” You nodded and smiled at him. “Yeah… Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” This made him give you a look that said ‘You cant be serious’, though when you didnt say anything he sighed and did as you asked. Taking your hands from behind your back you placed a stuffed rabbit, you had been carrying, in his hands. His eyes opened once he felt the contact of the fur. “Surprise!” You said with a grin as you studied his expression. “I… Thank you…” He said softly as he looked down at the stuffed rabbit. You hummed and walked closer to the shrine, you started to round up all the campers stuffies, there was about four. “I figured you probably wanted to do an offering today, so now you can…”

He just starred at the rabbit and hummed softly. “Yeah… Thank you.” Holding all the campers stolen plushies you smiled. “Anytime. I gotta go return these now.” Octavian only nodded as he briefly looked up to you. You then started to leave the shrine. Octavian watched you with his lips formed into a tight line. He didnt understand this feeling he had… Feelings, there were multiple, all confusing and different. He looked back down to the stuffed animal and sigh. Mentally apologizing to his dad as he left the shrine. He went to his cabin and set down the rabbit on his bed. There it sat, undisturbed and intact.

[emoreemadden]

hii i saw u say you write for dreaming freedom and u take requests for smut ! i was wondering if you could write an nsfw fic for dreaming freedom, preferably with siyun in a crazed state because he thinks jeongmin might leave him and then jeongmin tries to calm him down with sex

heyy sorry if im late !! here it is <3 sorry i didnt get the notification for this ask idk why 😭

Outline: Jeongmin would never leave Siyun, right? Right???

Content Warnings: yandere, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), praise, reassurance, angst? ish??, breeding kink if you squint, petnames (baby), hickeys, squirting. lemme know if i missed anything <3

Featuring: Siyun Baek, Jeongmin Choi

A/N: not proofread. enjoy! sorry it was late. word count: 984

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Siyun simmers in his seat as he waits for Jeongmin to come home. This past week, he’s been very good with keeping himself in check. But Jeongmin is taking so long today.

His mind swirls with thoughts, and though he tries to stop it, he finds himself going crazy over the thought that Jeongmin isn’t coming back.

In the middle of his mental breakdown, Jeongmin finally returns. The door swings open and she looks around, before spotting Siyun pacing in the middle of the living room, shaking his head frantically. He doesn’t even notice her until she drops her grocery bags and taps his shoulder.

“Siyun?” She says tentatively, looking at Siyun with a concerned expression.

Siyun’s red, teary eyes light up when he realizes that she’s back. Immediately, he grabs her in his arms and starts rambling.

“Thank god you’re back, I thought you left me! Why did you take so long? Where did you go? Did you see anyone else?” He starts bombarding Jeongmin with questions, his eyes panicked as he has an emotional collapse.

He grabs Jeongmin’s face in his hands and looks at her with a crazed expression. Gently, she tries to calm him down as he lets go and begins to pace again, quicker than before.

“Baby, relax. I’m right here.” She tries to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. He only keeps freaking out, tearing up. He drives himself mad again as all the possibilities of where she could’ve gone spin in his head.

Before he can fall further into his spiralling, Jeongmin gently pulls his face down and kisses him firmly in an attempt to calm him down.

Siyun loosens up ever so slightly, before tensing up yet again when Jeongmin guides his hand to her breast.

She doesn’t stop kissing him, sliding her free hand back and forth against his chest. Siyun sighs slightly, beginning to fondle Jeongmin’s chest carefully. She pushes him onto the couch and reaches down to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking the kiss.

Finally, a few seconds after she’s pulled his belt off, Jeongmin pulls away and takes a deep breath, panting heavily while Siyun continues to knead her breasts.

Without saying anything, Siyun helps her pull her shirt off, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her neck. Jeongmin sighs in relief at having successfully calmed him down, reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

She lets it fall to the living room floor before slithering her hand back to Siyun’s pants, pulling them down just enough so that she can see the bulge in his boxers.

With practiced poise, she moves down and hovers in front of his crotch, looking up at him with a “may I?” expression. As expected, he nods, his face turning slightly red.

Jeongmin nods back, pulling down Siyun’s boxers and watching as his cock springs up, the tip wet with pre cum. She grabs it and rubs her thumb over his tip, looking at it curiously.

“Wait-” Siyun sits up, moving away from Jeongmin and then pulling her toward him by her waist. “I wanna be inside you…” He says shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

With a small smile, Jeongmin nods and pulls down her sweatpants, leaving her in just her panties. “You feeling better now?” She asks as she shifts onto his lap, wavering above his thick cock.

“Mhm. Sorry for freaking out.” He mumbles, gliding one hand to her chest again and pinching her nipple. Her eyes twitch as she lets out a shaky breath.

She presses down a little, teasing him by leaving his tip right at her entrance. “Ready?” She asks. Eagerly, Siyun nods, helping her onto his cock as she lets out a soft moan.

Siyun presses his forehead to Jeongmin’s, muttering out small apologies and “thank you’s” while she gets adjusted to his size. She takes in a sharp breath as she begins to move.

“Kinda hurts…” She mutters, shutting her eyes tightly. “Sorry, I should’ve prepped you.” Siyun leans down and presses a kiss to her jaw before moving to her breasts and sucking on them to try and distract her from the pain.

Jeongmin bounces up and down carefully, breathing out soft whines and moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Siyun encourages, his voice muffled by his mouth on her tit. “Keep going, I love you so much.” He mumbles.

Subtly, he uses his free hand to go between her thighs and rub Jeongmin’s clit. “N-ngh-” she gasps, her head falling back. Siyun quickly grabs her by the chin and forces her to watch as he pleasures her.

The sensation of his dick hitting her g-spot so perfectly, along with his soft flicks of her clit makes her head spin. “Don’t stop…” She hiccups, her eyes tearing up just a little.

“Thank you, thank you, god you feel amazing.” Siyun grunts out, spreading Jeongmin’s wetness across her slit. “G-gonna make me cum, fuck-” he cuts himself off with a moan, his fingers rubbing across Jeongmin’s clit faster and faster.

“A-ah- Siyun!” Jeongmin exclaims, breathing heavily as she feels a knot in her stomach begin to tighten. “S-siyun, I’m close!”

“Say it again.” He orders, biting into her neck and leaving hickeys in his wake.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck Siyun!” She moans, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she feels the knot snap. Her pussy sprays as she squirts on Siyun’s cock, her cunt spasming.

“God, you’re messy, aren’t you?” Siyun chuckles, still pulling her up and down on his dick, almost splitting her open. “Gonna cum too baby, can I cum inside?” He asks ever so sweetly, in a way that makes it impossible to say no.

Jeongmin nods mindlessly, still reeling from her orgasm, and not too long after, she can feel Siyun’s hot ropes of cum spill into her cunt, filling her up and leaving her satisfied as ever.

As she catches her breath, Siyun helps her off of him, watching as his cum seeps out of her pussy. With a small smirk, he shoves two fingers inside of her.

“Hey!” She gasps, letting out an overstimulated wince.

“You barely ever let me cum inside. I gotta make sure this doesn’t go to waste, right? Maybe if I knock you up, you won’t leave me.” Siyun grins boyishly, plugging his cum inside her stuffed cunt.

“Thank you, baby. I love you.” He mumbles shortly after, pressing a kiss to her cheek and sighing contently while he grabs a tissue from the coffee table to clean her up.

“I love you too, Siyun.” Jeongmin hums, scooting over to him and hugging him tightly.

[mister-mickey]

Hi, if possible do u think u could do outsiders hc, on the topic of little quirks they would all have? Like for example idk maybe someone has like lots of stuffed toys in their bed, or like someone who enjoy weird food combos ykwim? Love love love ur writing and ty!

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AH I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL TODAY?? lol sorry

Darry

- He used to eat glue 💔

- Like, he thought it tasted really good! His dad had to confiscate all the glue for a month because of him.

- If anyone ever mentions this he pummels them into the ground

Sodapop

- He likes to collect flowers and plants and tear them apart

- Not in a destructive way, in a “I need to keep my hands busy” way

- He especially likes tearing everything except for the spine off of a leaf, it’s his fave

Ponyboy

- he walks in circles while listening to music

- He just paces around the kitchen for actual hours and honestly it worries darry a bit

- He’s having the time of his life though, even if he looks crazy doing it

Twobit

- he refuses to drink things normally, he always chugs whatever he’s got

- His record is 20 seconds for a gallon of milk

- He feels awful afterwards but it’s worth it to him for some reason

Steve

- He still plays with the toy cars that Mr. Curtis got him as a kid

- Secretly of course, but soda knows and just doesn’t say anything

- But he’ll be in his bedroom going “vroom!” With them. He loves mimicking car crashes

Dally

- he LOVES those tiny glass animals!

- He steals a bunch of them every-time he sees them, just because they’re so TINY AND THEY FIT IN HIS FIST SO EASILY

- He doesn’t play with them or anything but he still likes looking at them. He’s got them shoved in his dresser with his underwear.

Johnny

- he collects things from the schools lost and found lmao

- He’s not usually much of a thief, but he can’t help himself. He loves all the weird clothes especially

- Sometimes he wears the clothes he took to school to see if anyone recognizes them (so far nobody has. He would be scared shitless if someone realizes)

Tim

- he doesn’t wear pajamas, he straight up goes to sleep in the clothes he wore all day

- Like, jeans and leather jacket. He has woken up multiple times to see that his arms are both asleep

- He says it’s because he doesn’t care, but he actually outgrew all his pajamas and doesn’t want to get new ones

Angela

- she steals peoples pets

- Sometimes she returns them for money, but usually she keeps them until either they run away or Tim kicks them out

- She’s an animal girlie what can I say. She names them all variations of Angela too (Angel, Angie, lala, etc…)

Curly

- he still sleeps with the stuffed rabbit he had as a kid

- It’s got one ear completely gone because he chewed it off as a kid

- Tim and Angela tease him to no end but he knows they wouldn’t ever tell anyone. He hopes that at least.

Bryon

- mf hates cats

- He’s not superstitious at all, but he’s convinced taht they’re bad luck

- Maybe they just remind him of Angela idk, but he will scowl and groan if he sees one (loser alert!)

Mark

- he loves worms so much man

- He picks them up and holds them in his hand until he eventually drops it. He goes digging for them sometimes

- he is a hero and saves them after it rains! He picks them all up and puts them back in the grass

Cathy

- adores porcelain dolls. She isn’t really a materialistic person, but she used to have one and she still loves them

- The outfits? The hair? She wants one so bad but she doesn’t ever buy one because it’s “a waste” and she’s “too old for them”

- But she stares at them for so long when she’s in the store

M&M

- he gets cold so easily!!! Warm this boy up!

- He wears jacket after jacket but still gets cold, his bed has a million blankets on top, it’s like a mountain

- Ofc, this means winter is his least fave season, this kid turns straight up blue in winter

[table-top-romulan-playing-games]

Chryses: hello, king Agamemnon, i have brought adequate reverence and offers to you and wish to plead for the safe return of my daughter please.

All of the other kings and generals: Yeah, he brought sufficient offers, you should give her back.

Agamemnon: No. She's my concubine and im sending her back to my palace where i will have her adorn my couch every night, fuck you old man :/

Chryses: -Goes back to the temple of Apollo where he is the priest- pls save my daughter.

Apollo: -Agrees and sets a plague onto the Acheans bc wtf Agamemnon-

----- later -----

Achilles: Hey, the prophet we've had with us since we before we even declared war, the one you supposedly dont like bc of the prophecy he told about Artemis wanting a Sacrifice, says he knows why there is a plague upon us rn.

Agamemnon: fine, he may speak.

The prophet: you will protect me from his anger wont you achilles?

Achilles: sure, he shouldnt get angry with you anyway, ur just the messenger and it was something we fucked up so...

Prophet: ok, well the plague is here bc you wouldnt give back the daughter of Chryses when he asked you nicely and gave you offering, so he asked Apollo to smite you and Apollo agreed you fucked up, so now if you want to fix it you have to give her back, plus reverence to Apollo, and you cannot ask for anything in return :/

Agamemnon: THATS BULLSHIT! SHE IS MY PRIZE I WILL NOT LET HER GO!

Achilles: I think you should listen to him, you already have 6x the amount of treasure and war prizes than anyone else, and if you do, then upon the next raid, we shall garauntee 3x what you had recieved this raid.

Agamemnon: actually u kno wat fuck u i'll just take Breseis instead since u wanna take mine away :/

Achilles:....

Achilles: listen here you lazy ass petty bitch, were it not for the goddess Athena holding me back i would run you through with my sword, but she gave me permission to lash at you with my tongue. You have done nothing but order people around and sit on your ass, you have done the least and have gotten the most reward where as i and mine have done the most and get scrap for reward, and the one actual war prize i had recieved fairly you wish to take away bc you want to be petty that a god is forcing you to give back one of dozens of concubines??? That we all agreed you should have gave back and refused, causing this plague in first place.

Agamemnon: U brought this doom singing prophet, that i didnt bother replacing 10 years ago, into the council tent, so, yes.

Achilles: well then fuck u, im about to become the demigod of petty, eat my ass

[kiwibongos]

i dont really infodump in general at all but im doing it cus i need some ideas off my chest. do you freak with angst? perhaps an unhappy ending?

// sdr2 chapter 5+ending spoilers ig. also kuzuhina au baybee

so i had an idea of like. what if nagito DID actually bomb the island, taking everyone out alongside himself?

so when nagito finds out that he alongside all the other participants (aside from chiaki) are remnants of despair he just wants to end everything for good bc he doesnt think the ones he called "symbols of hope" deserved to live. so bombs are spread all around the islands forreal this time, and hes still just as vague and ominous, never really specified how many bombs there were, what island it was on, and left it up to the survivors to try and figure it out. so they'd all been searching for days, but to no avail, and at the very last moment when fuyuhiko finds them at the military base (nagito had just freshly died + placed them on the truck), he drags the others there to check it out. once nagito's video message to them ends, the bombs go off alongside a chain of other explosions across every island. the remaining survivors ran out of the factory, barely on time, and everything started crumbling around them, and all the others were downed one by one, crushed underneath falling structures with no time to be saved

but somehow haj and fuyu survived (who were farther away and had more time to react), the others dying right in front of their own eyes. but they ran away, retreating to the warehouse immediately. and hajime just takes a minute to crumble in fuyuhikos arms wishing he couldve saved them. until they hear music echoing in the warehouse. they walk down, and past a curtain, they find nagitos body with a spear through his head. (the fire/poison didnt go off btw, it wasnt really necessary in his plan.)

im sure u can imagine hajime was fucking raging at that point just breaking down and stressing out, how mad he was at nagito for running away like this and inflicting all this pain onto everyone, and monokuma let him do it since yknow, technically he couldnt punish him for a crime he hadnt committed yet, and all this happened in a matter of minutes. but fuyuhiko snaps him out of his panic for a second and knocks something through hajimes head, and the realization hits; it’s just them now. they’re the only ones left

and neither of them know what to do

but their first thought was to get out of this factory as fast as possible, so thats the first thing they do, navigating through the fire and leaving the entire fifth island, and hope that maybe they can find a way out of here, or ask monokuma or monomi for help (since the island is in shambles, they must have to let them go right?), so they wander around, hoping maybe then something would happen, but there wasn't any sight of monokuma or monomi. the fire kept on spreading, the smoke was getting worse, so fuyuhiko and hajime eventually retreat back at the military base (one of the few places untouched by the bombs) so they could catch their breath, collect their thoughts, and make a plan (or hopefully monokuma would come to them, if they stay in one place.)

they just kinda sit inside of a garage for a while, talk a little and comfort eachother through it, hajime is crushed by guilt and horror, but he realizes they wont accomplish anything just by sitting here. and if he couldnt save the others, he can save him and fuyuhiko. so haj leaves fuyuhiko in the garage with determination to think of something to get them off this island somehow. he looks for ways of escape, like the helicopter outside, but no fuel. he looks for materials or tools for a boat, but the island had been extremely lacking in that, everything was either burned or missing by now, so even their most plausible idea was destroyed. when hajime returns to the garage in a panic, pacing around, fuyuhiko realizes they arent getting off this island. they cant wait here forever. but hes known this for a while, and he knows what he has to do now

eventually, he hands hajime a pistol(acquired from the truck of firearms outside), and asks him to kill him so it could finally be over

obviously hajime refuses at first, but fuyuhiko begs him, because he isn’t a good person and he doesn’t have much else to live for, while hajime has singlehandedly saved everyones asses, he deserved to escape more than anyone else here, he basically tells him 'its time you take care of yourself.' by now, hajime was crying, but they’ve been at this dead end for so long, he knew he had to do it or else they’d never be getting off this island. so hajime just had to accept it, so he just holds him close, says his final goodbyes before making it quick for him

pulling that trigger hurt him more than anything, knowing he'd failed to the end, but anyway boom monokuma comes out congratulating him, ends the simulation, and hajime is the winner

also postgame babey; when things end here, hajime would wake up from the simulation, and since he never got to choose his own future alongside everyone else, he wakes up as izuru kamukura, inside the abandoned pod room. he's not entirely empty i think, izuru and hajime still would have "merged" afterwards, but his memories of the simulation are very fuzzy very quickly, so hajime is somewhere in there, mourning, justi n the deepest parts of his mind. but thats a whole thing to get into. the survivors, fuyuhiko, and everything that happened, are just kind of like a vague nightmare that sticks with you no matter how much you try to forget it

but he just leaves the pod room, and lurks around the city without any other purpose to serve anymore, all alone. the future foundation hasnt found him since

edit: side note i was really back and forth on it for a while but i finally wrote this into a fic lol. the brainrot consumes

[actualbird]

this sounds rly weird to say but stick with me - i wish luke would get ill in canon. obviously he has a terminal illness which would weaken his immune system and while it’s great he’s physically fit i mean SURELY he’s way more susceptible to getting seriously ill from a cold/the flu, right?? idk i think i just want to see him being taken care of bc he deserves it but also i do like the idea of him being taken care of by the nxx and them looking out for him when he gets seriously ill from a virus/bug etc etc

i got this ask Before main story 9 dropped but only after did i wanna answer it because i totally feel u.....

i feel like tot doesnt let luke get smaller ails in canon because hes already dealing With The Big One Thats Killing Him (any more wld be overkill?). and though it's also true that neurological conditions dont necessarily always affect the immune system, it's still a dang shame cuz like u, i'd adore a story where it's the others taking care of him when hes down with a bad case of the flu....and given recent main story events, i reALLY WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE TEAM HELP LUKE WITH A LOW-STAKES AIL :(((

in true luke fashion, he'd probably keep it under wraps and make excuses until his absence at an nxx meeting cannot be ignored and they crash his apartment to see him in a MISERABLE little pile of blankets trying to remedy this by himself

mc: why didnt you tell us!!!! >:O

luke: it's not a big deal :( it's just the flu and already called aaron for doctor's advice and meds and everything, i can take care of myself

vyn: have you been hydrating?

luke, nervously: ..............yyyyyes?

artem, looking in his fridge: theres nothing in here but peanut's treats, what have you been feeding yourself?

luke, still nervously: ffffood?

marius, finding a pack of sliced bread near his bed: dude, have you just been eating bread???

luke, increasingly nervously because hes fighting for his life out here: i cant stomach anything else for some reason!!!

mc: uh huhhhh, you seem to be doing a Great job at taking care of this yourself :/

luke: ;-;

cue the team helping out: helping in cleaning the place up (when luke is miserable his place gets even Messier), cooking simple foods (artem's soup to the rescue), etc etc. luke would be So apologetic during the whole thing, constantly apologizing for being a bother, which is both depressing and grating to hear. mc almost wants to take two piece of sliced bread and sandwich luke's face in them to tell him "STOP SAYING SORRY!!!" but she knows thatll probably make him feel worse, so she restrains herself

for all luke's apologizing, he does feel better with the team helping out. but then he feels bad about feeling better (because HOW DARE HE....AFTER HE INCONVENIENCED THEM ALL!!!) and it's this terrible ouroboros of shame

eventually, mc sends the other boys out on a grocery run to help stock luke's fridge with fruits and other good snacks-for-sick-person, and alone in luke's apartment she sits next to him.

mc: hey, tell me the truth. you knew you were doing a cruddy job at looking after yourself, you knew you shouldve asked for help. why didnt you?

luke: ...i dont...like it...i dont like you or the others seeing me like this

mc: pathetic?

luke: i mean, yeah. but i meant....sick. i dont like you guys seeing me sick. because of, yknow.....being sick and useless and helpless, it feels like a prelude, and everyone else is burdened picking up the pieces around me.

mc: oh

luke: yeah

mc: hm. youre an idiot

luke: ????

mc: i cant speak for the others, but i can tell you that i surely dont mind seeing you like this if it means i can help. dont you always tell me to rely on you more? how about you return the favor, luke. let us help, sometimes. let me help.

and we all know shes way too good at setting up a winning argument.

by the time the others get back, luke is a more cooperative patient and a less-apologetic one. in the back of his mind, he figures it cant hurt to let himself feel okay getting help every once in a while.

[snacho-to-ur-nacho]

Is the post you made about burr about historical burr or musical? Because if you’re talking about historical then it’s completely biased lmfao. You’re reading Ron chernow so I’m not really surprised you have that opinion but Hamilton was completely in the wrong for his treatment of burr historically.

Disregarding the fact jefferson was one of the most prolific slave owners of the 18th century, and the fact Hamilton advocated for runaway slaves who escaped to Britain to be returned to their US masters and that he bought slaves for his brother-in-law, Burr treated his household slaves very well in comparison to his contemporaries and insisted they receive an education.

The point that he didn’t have an opinion on anything was something false that Hamilton and other federalists used in order to promote their own narrative and careers. Burr had clear and concrete ideals, evident from the way he voted in elections and what he promoted. He did not however clearly associate with a single party which made people think he wasn’t trustworthy and was very flaky which just isn’t true lol.

And what secrets are you even referring to? Is it the manhattan well company or what?

You are just regurgitating 18th and 19th century slander lmfaoo

damn thats a long ask, but let me get into this.

so it was sort of talking about both, i was listening tp the song and found the lyric funny, but it applies to history too.

theres several parts to this, and you got my curiousity spiked so i looked into this:

- 'Early in his political career, Burr also introduced a bill for the abolition of slavery to the New York state legislature; the bill was voted down. However, Burr was a slaveholder for most of his adult life. His parents, grandparents, and wife Theodosia Prevost were also slaveholders. While surviving records are scarce, it appears that Burr often bought and sold enslaved people as his finances rose and fell; the few named individuals seldom appear more than a handful of times in his papers. On the night before his duel with Hamilton, he put his affairs into order in the event that he did not survive. Instead of freeing the enslaved people in his household, he left them to his daughter Theodosia in South Carolina, where they likely would have been sold. So while he was outwardly a manumissionist, he never backed up his words with any actions.'

(roughly paraphrasing from a text)

- as fpr hwo he treated his slaves, i loojed and couldnt find any info about it, can you send me your source?

-now, for the thought that he didnt have an opinion, i will admit i mispoke. what i meant to say that yes, while he had opinions, however loojing at all he wrote he does seem very selfish, doing whatever benefited him the best. i understand why he didnt choose, seeming to only become democratic republican when he saw an oppertunity out of it. even if he did have his own opinipns, it doesnt seem that way to me, or clearly alexander hamilton.

-alexander also did nothing wrong by choosing jefferson over burr, it was a personal choice, he did what he thought was right, you cant bash him for it, esprcially with burr stealing his Father-in-laws seat. he chose wjo he thought would be better for america

-burr was a pretty secretive person overall, but i didnt know about the manhattan well company. however he had a whole secret colored family with a slave from india, and knwoing how slavery was, thers a good chance she didnt havr a choice about it, which might (MIGHT) have been SA or rape. now, this is a small chance, but still, plus having an rntire colored family is quite a secret. then theres also the whole burr conspiracy, and so many others succh things which show burr had so many secrets. clearly, he was a hypocrite, denouncing one thing and doing the same thing in secret. so yea, he had secrets.

also, damn u actually scanned my posts to find what im reading? read it, its good trust me. and, if youre so concerned in what im reading, can i reccomend you a book? its called infinity alchemist and its by kacen callender and the protagonist is a bly named ashen woods eho is chaotic and ramsay thorne is the best fucking character and no its not related but still!!!

(also ps to those who hate on burr, remember he was a real person, and dont make assumptions, he had a gpod sife too, he was a feminist (tho he might have been another one of those male feminists who claim to be so but just gave a tendancy to SA women (neil gaimon)) but he could have actually been a good one idk this is history)

[hyeosi]

I NEED YOU TO WRITE ABT HEESEUNG BEING YOUR HOT ASS NEIGHBOUR WHO KNOWS YOU LIKE HIM SO HE ALWAYS TEASES YOU WITH LITTLE SMIRKS AND WINKS ;) YOU DONT DO IT AND I WONT TALK TO YOU EVER /J

"such a tease" 💬 l.hs

heeseung x fem!reader || genre : neighbours to lovers, highschool au, romance, slight crack || warnings : none (i think?) || wc : 1.1k || RI U ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I NEED TO WRITE BECUZ YK I WAS PLANNING TO WRITE A HEE FIC ITS JUST THAT I DIDNT WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT

You couldn't help but gaze. You didn't know what else to do; it wasn't like your neighbour winking and biting his lip at you was typical. He'd been doing it since you arrived a few weeks ago. He's been fawning over you since then, almost as if he's addicted��to you.

You knew he was gorgeous, and he used his beauty to make you nervous and stop you in your tracks anytime you walked outside. 

"You wanted Sprite, right?" you nodded as your mother repeated the list of items you required from the store. It was a hot day, so you asked your mom if you could get some drinks from the shop, and she agreed. You went a few steps out of your house before being stopped again by him. Heeseung was a few feet ahead of you, and you noticed a large sum of money in his hand. Is he also heading to the store?

You just ignored it and started walking in the direction of the store that was just a few blocks away from your house. He was still in front of you after walking for a while that's when you knew he was going to the same store as you.  After a minute of walking and trying to ignore heeseung, you finally made it to the store. You saw that he was in the drink aisle so you chose to go to another to wait for him to pass.

"Uhm, Miss are you going to buy something?" you turn your head to see an employee staring you up and down. You quickly reassured him that you were going to buy something and you were just window shopping for a minute. The employee just shrugged and walked to wherever they were going.

I need to get those drinks before Mom gets worried. Without any thought in your mind, you rushed over to the next aisle and see Heeseung staring at you once again. You just ignore his eyes on you and walk over to where your favourite drink is, picked it up and went to where the Sprite was. As you were picking up the sprite you see heeseung standing next to you.

"You scared of me?" he cackle before flipping his hair. You stopped and stared at him in the eye. "Why would I be scared of you?" you say with confidence. "You're my neighbour, I see you almost every day," you say calmly while grabbing the bottle. He nods, "Wish you saw me more than that though." he winked. "Uhm, Anyways, Imma go now? okay? It was nice to meet you though! Bye!" you quicken your steps away from him. You paid for the beverages and hurried back home as if you were being pursued. All Heeseung could do was laugh at how flustered you could get. Made him wonder how long it took for you to be this flustered for him.

"STOP! NO BECAUSE YOUR ACTING LIKE YOU WOULDN'T DO THE SAME!" you push your friend; Chaewon jokingly. "He's so fine but like I'm too scared to say anything back, you know?" you sigh, feeling less confident in yourself. "HEY! Don't lose hope, he flirts with you he must be interested in you!" Chaewon grabs your hand; a soft smile planted on her face.

"Okay but seriously, I gotta go to my next class, I'll see you later!" you wave back at your friend as she walks away.

Maybe she was right, he knows that you like him so why can't you just prove it to him?

"Hey Y/n" Heeseung runs over to you, you return the greeting, giving him a smile along with it. "Wanna walk together, since we're going to che-" "Sure! I'd love to." you cut him off. All he could do was smirk before walking with you.

Neither of you didn't say a word, it was silent, just how you liked it. It was silent but comforting at the same time you didn't feel any awkward energy at all.

You were almost at chemistry class when Heeseung broke the silence. "Uhm, May I?" he brought his hand out to you, waiting to see if you'll hold on to it. You nodded and held his hand softly. WHAT IF I DIED?? JKNSHVGDH NO WAY BECAUSE NOT ME HOLDING HIS HAND I CANT 

"You've been here for a month now, right?" "Yup, it's been a month now." You mumble out.

"How's it been? I know you're friends with Chaewon and stuff but like have you been to parties and stuff like that?"

"It's been fine, getting used to everything and joining new clubs. I haven't been going to parties, it's just too hectic for me, you know? and dates, no, I'm waiting till I have the courage to ask my crush out."

You feel his hands placed on your shoulders, stopping you in place as his face is close to his. "If we weren't at school right now I would have asked you out. Would you like that? For me to ask you out?" he plays with your hair as he looks at you dead into your eyes.

"I'd like that, a lot.." you mumble, loud enough for him to hear. "Good." his gaze set your soul on fire. He pulled his face away from yours before grabbing your hand again.

The both of you enter the class, earlier than you expected and go your separate ways. You sitting with Yunjin and Heeseung sitting with Jake and Jay.

As you were in class all you see in the corner of your eye was Heeseung staring at you and teasing you. You laughed quietly at his gesture and continued to work on the classwork you were given.

"You know, you're such a tease," you say to the boy next to you as the both of you walked home. "Well you like this tease so it's fine" he raises his head to the sky, the sun rays reflecting off his skin. "True, I'll only accept it because I like you." you hum, not realizing what you said. You turn your head to see Heeseung's face flushed at what you said.

"Hm? What's the matter?" you ask you walk over to Heeseung. He quickly nods his head no before speeding up his steps. Even a flirt like him can get flustered. huh.  

You catch up to him and hold onto his shoulder. "So where will we go?" you hum, putting your other hand into your pocket. "I don't know, wanna meet up at the cafe? I heard their lattes are good and I've never had the chance to try one." 

"I'll see you there then, Hee." you smile before running off to your house. Heeseung just stood there and smiled and giggled like crazy.

"See you soon…"

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[cuddlycryptid]

top 25 most unhinged things my roommate did without realizing they were the problem

When i first met Roommate, they complained constantly about their Housemate at the time. Housemate’s two sins were: 1. they left mountains of dishes in the sink for so long, they grew mold, 2. and they refused to communicate at all. 

Roommate tells Housemate gtfo, and gives the empty room to me 

turns out, Roommate leaves mountains of dishes in the sink for so long, they grow mold

uh oh

Roommate constantly refused to communicate at all 

to the point where Roommate’s Boyfriend took it upon himself to start getting the rest of the friend group together like every week to be like “hey guys, so sorry but Roommates having feelings and doesnt want to reach out to yall… but they DO also expect u to fix it  <3” 

rip to us all when BF moved out 💀 doomed

Roommate’s Boyfriend tell Roommate that he experiences polyamorous attraction. Roommate said no u dont !  not while ur dating me :)

it probably didnt help how much BF and the rest of our friend group joked about essentially being in a polycule. oops

like. there was one time when Roommate’s BF didnt text them for a whole day and Roommate started threatening to kill themself. so. they were perhaps a touch codependent

around this time, Roommate and my Best Friend both helped me realize that my GF ignoring my boundaries was toxic- and i needed to leave so i could figure out my own shit*. They both helped me to gather the courage to end things, and talked me through how i would explain it to her. we all hoped Ex-GF would be understanding and we could all stay friends. Ex-GF didn’t take it well.  Roommate then immediately accepts my Ex’s untrue version of events* without asking me a single question- or letting on that they had heard any concerning details that didn’t line up with the version of events that they were literally present for 

*shit i was sorting: i was deeply MentallyUnwell! and realizing i was aro-ace !! and more!

*ex-GF accusations: that i mustve been secretly cheating on her for months with my (also aroace-spec) Best Friend (?)

the next month i hit like rock bottom mental health, fighting to stay alive shit. i told Roommate “hey i isolate when im struggling like this bc i dont have energy to hang out with people, but i love you sm and ill be back! please be patient and dont take it personally if im not around rn !!” and then they took it super personally 

Roommate decided to start Secretly Testing the friend group. Normal and Healthy

(the game was a cycle: Roommate isolates, we reach out, they cancel plans, we check on them, they say theyre fine, they isolate, etc. u know it)

we didn’t know it was a game. we respected boundaries and thus didn’t ~penetrate their walls~ enough

so, despite all the concern and love we sent to Roommate, Roommate decides the group must all be collectively faking our friendship 

the house is now under Guerilla Warfare

Roommate thought they were rlly good at lying, so they thought Bestie and I wouldn't be able to notice that they were mad 

(they are not good at lying)

no matter how affectionate i was, they never returned any warmth. i would asked them if they were ok, if i could do anything for them, and they said they would let me know

The Vibe™ made me rlly anxious around them, but my therapist reminded me i cant assume ppls Upset is Abt Me, and its the other person’s responsibility to communicate that if it is. so. i decided that i would trust my friend to do that 🤡

whenever i lose something, i make jokes about fairies taking it. we were an ADHD house, so we all lost stuff a LOT. Roommate thought the fairy jokes were proof that i was gaslighting everyone 😈

Roommate started keeping my ESA cat Goose locked in their room for hours when i got home, for days at a time. Then Goose got sick.

Roomate kept an endless bowl of my kibble in their room. Goose’s tummy is sensitive, so i asked them to stop feeding her so i could monitor her diet. they agreed

Bestie and I start to find cheap wet cat food in the trash- and it was a brands that Goose had reacted poorly to before. Roommate denies this

we also established that it’s vv bad to smoke weed in the same room as a cat

Roommate would have Ex-GF over multiple times a week for (indoor) smoke seshes, with Goose locked in the room. 

Roommate also denies this, even tho we could all smell it

Roommate took advantage of the fact that I genuinely wanted Roommate and Ex-Gf to still be friends post-breakup

so multiple times Roommate took my weed supplies and lied to me about where they were going 

Roommate knew i wanted the vibe in the house to be mature and neutral, so they figured that was clearance to start bringing Ex-Gf over constantly…to shit talk the other ppl in the house and hotbox the room with my cat

Roommate’s immediate response to being challenged abt anything, was always to try and intimidate the other people- by getting mad, sometimes by slamming things, uk... shit u get from years of mentorship under a toxic parent 

(tbh it was kinda silly bc Roommate’s like 5’1”)

but also all Roommate’s friends are traumatized ppl! so Roommate can successfully bully anyone who is confrontation-avoidant enough

Roommate would boast about how they were fucked up and unhealthy, while refusing to actually go to therapy or take the meds (that they knew helped)

many such cases (ie all the worst ppl u know)

instead, Roommate held one member of our found Family hostage as a free therapist 

Roommate constantly isolated Fam from the rest of the people who loved her by repeating lies and vitriolically shit-talking the rest of us 

Fam asked Roommate to stop, because it was bc it was emotionally destroying her, and Roommate agreed…then immediately ignored her boundaries and continued to make her life a living hell

(Fam is doing better now, but after the War she started to go to therapy (yay therapy!) and Roommate just. never gave a shit about the way that their behavior affected her, or checked in ooh  it makes me so fckin mad)

Fam begged Roommate to communicate to the rest of the friend group. Eventually, Roommate talked to my Bestie- mostly complaining abt how much Roommate resented me, and then asked Bestie to communicate to ME what Roommate was feeling

Bestie told Roommate that they wouldnt do that bc Roommate needed to talk to me themself 

Roommate later was upset because they said they still expected that message to be passed along anyways

so Roommate was sitting there resenting me, thinking that i knew what they wanted me to do, and i was just ignoring it… when i had literally no idea any of this was going on 🙃

8 months post-breakup, after countless hours of self-healing, and many conversations with Bestie about how Bestie understands their own aroace feelings... i started to understand the v aromantic (!) way that i experience love and devotion! …i also realized that i love my Bestie a lot. after talking about it for a while, Bestie and I decide we could be aroace together in a Queer-Platonic Relationship :D !!!              anyways Roommate accused us of lying to everyone, claiming Bestie and I werent actually in a QPR

bc Roommate knew what all QPRs looked like (bc Roommate and their Boyfriend had tried out a QPR for a few months before they started dating romantically). so.  theyre qualified to be the qpr police obv

STILL without communicating to me, Roommate tells a Mutual Friend that if “things dont get better” in the next two weeks, Roommate would evict me and Bestie, making us homeless

Roommate was already planning on moving out in 3 months. theyd rather pay the last 3 months of rent solo than use their words

(also Roommate was lying to us that we were subleasing from them, when we were actually all renting equally, but that’s another story)

Roommate explains to Mutual Friend that, yeah, they hadnt actually TALKED to me, but only bc Bestie and I REFUSED to allow Roommate to communicate

at 2 points earlier that week i had sent them long, desperate texts, begging Roommate to tell me if something was wrong, and that id do anything to fix it. and every time i saw Roommate i automatically checked in. and i frequently reminded them they could always talk to us. but other than that, not at all 🙂‍↔️

in response to this conversation with Roommate, Mutual Friend decides its time for an Intervention

The Intervention 

Mutual Friend said it’d be a Friend Group therapy session- we’d have mature, calm communication, and if anything got heated/emotional at all, Mutual Friend would intervene and break us up

Roommate asked to go first- and jumped into this unhinged monologue 

Roommate was clearly so angry that Mutual Friend was just too scared to reign them in at all, the whole time

everyone in the group just stared at each other in disbelief as Roommate went OFF for 25 min

the speech was full of my ex-gf’s selfish pop-psych therapy talk, too, which made it hard to take seriously… but it was so clear Roommate and Ex-Gf had together fully rationalized all their behavior 👍

via monologue, Roommate explained how, 6 months ago, we had all failed their Secret Test, so they knew we were all Fake 

i was devastated that they felt that way. i  explained it wasnt a lack of love for them- its just that the same month Roommate was Secretly Tested us, was also my Hell Month

aka the month that my ptsd made me nonfunctional , and i tried to kms, and i spent like all my time catatonic from the onslaught of mental angst. so. i wasnt like hanging out w my friends a lot uk

But i apologized profusely, tearfully, genuinely… that i didn’t have the strength at that time to be more focused on my loved ones’ wellbeing, that i didnt realize what Roommate needed, and that i wasnt there for them

Roommate said they refused to accept my apologies

bc Roommate’s mental health was bad too, and they would’ve liked it if we hung out more :(

At the end of the Conversation, Roommate didn’t notice that they had gotten to go on a 25-minute verbal rampage, and everyone else in this “mutual” communication session was too scared to bring up any of the topics that we had prepared

Roommate was always unbelievably defensive, esp when already riled…so everyone else in the group collectively agreed to stay quiet

and we now realized that literally anything we did, no matter how well-intentioned, could be interpreted as a personal attack

we talked it over after and agreed, that trying to share our issues was pointless. itd just add to Roommate’s resentments and undo all the good we just did by letting Roommate let off some anger on us

we had realized that literally anything we did, no matter how well-intentioned, could be interpreted as a personal attack

THAT conversation was what it took for me to realize oooh, i think Roommate isnt my friend lol

After that, when the dish pile started to smell again, Bestie decides they’re not going to keep doing Roommate’s chores. 

In the past when asked about dishes, Roommate would just deny that they used any of the dishes that were sitting in the sink 

(Roommate had their own dishware and pots- Bestie and I were very careful to ONLY use our (red) pots so we knew which ones were ours. and the dishes in the sink were always gray)

this time, Bestie dared to push back on Roommate’s “theyre not mine”, pointing out the color

Roommate got incredibly defensive and denied ever using any dishes or pots, at all, before storming away

(the dish mountain happened to move out when Roommate did)

Roommate starts prepping to move. stuff that belongs to me or Bestie begins to disappear from the common spaces. the suspect list is short

at one point in the move, Roommate showed me their boxes- and i saw my favorite towels on top of one of the boxes. i went and grabbed my towels later and they did NOT like that lmao

Roommate was irate and very aggressive, terrifying Bestie to the point of a total meltdown (which is very unlike Bestie btw)

Roommate accused me of stealing their stuff. i would never, but Roommate insisted that they knew i took something 

when asked what was missing, Roommate admitted that there wasnt anything that they could think of

as i gave my therapist that weekly update, she decided Roommate’s unstable behavior was getting concerning enough that we miiiiiight want to start making plans to escape if we need to, since we couldn’t keep assuming that Roommate would be able to be reasoned with

therapist offered to take my cat Goose for a bit if we needed to move before we found a place for her

then one day Roomate just. left without saying anything. Lol

they didn’t say anything to any of their other friends either, they just. left the state. ppl were coming up to us for weeks following like “wait did u hear Roommate moved??”

Roommate had previously tried to get us to buy all their broken down furniture for like $3k. i had said i didnt want it, so when they left, Roommate just. lugged it all out to the curb jksdfhkjsd

we just brought the good stuff back inside obv, but it was so funny that they put in that much effort

Roommate left behind a polaroid of on old group pic, with Bestie and I’s faces burned out 👍 truly a hallmark of mental stability

the craziest thing is, i genuinely think Roommate always felt justified just doing just the most overtly hurtful behaviors, near constantly...yall should see the list that didnt make it to the internet lmao

so the moral of the story is... idek. if u think communicating is impossible for you, try practicing more. go to therapy. something

[ajdrawshq]

Hey so after an intense amount of fishing and banana peels I decided to play the epilogue as a palette cleanser and discovered the island might be back now?? So ty for sending me on a fishing journey bc I would've never noticed.

The reason i say this btw is bc if you don't point out the dialogue during a loop to the daydreamer about her sister, she just seems to think hard during the party b4 returning to daydreaming. HOWEVER, if you did she asks the elder if she had one. The elder says she doesn't think so but her memory isn't what it used to be and asks her why to which she says she dreamed of one. She then describes her sister and the elder interrupts saying that the sister would say she'd travel the world and see every country on earth. When the daydreamer says thats exactly what she said in the dream and asks how she knew. The elder says she's not sure but I can see you having one, that they can imagine it vividly which makes the daydreamer happy. AND NOTHING SUDDENLY GLITCHED! THE UNIVERSE DIDNT REWRITE THEIR CONVERSATION!!?? So yeah ty for sending me on a fishing quest!

OH YEAH!! i got that during my first playthrough, i didnt know it was missable tbh :0

im not sure if id take it as confirmation that the island has fully returned, since the daydreamers memory (and the elders memory, who knows if its old age or the other thing) of her sister is still a bit off, but theres possibly something going on here thats.. more lenient ? about peoples memories and perceptions regarding it and/or connections to it. either that or that conversation was indirect enough that it didnt require being rewritten.. idk!! shits weird!!

the situation w the island and its very (non)existence is honestly super interesting to me bc its like. its not completely, physically gone, is it? during act 4 after beating the king if you have sif look outside towards the sun, they can see it - if only briefly, since they stop themself before the universe has the chance to. so its. still there?? but what happened to everyone else who lived there, besides the few we know about? the daydreamers sister didnt just cease to exist, did she? sif had parents, and other people they knew there, what happened to them? are all the former residents end up just.. wandering around random areas unable to remember anything, like the king? did some actually disappear? but theres still physical proof of it in written form, so thats unlikely.. probably.. but the land itself is still there, somehow, so.. ?????????????

didnt mean to get into all that here cksbksjs anyway ur welcome!! :] its so fun to find new things in this game theres SO much stuff hidden away that u dont even think to look for, especially when its by accident!! what a game .........