#i will be staring at this for the next 24 hrs

[salt-n-salt]

fish when i GET YOU BROOOOOOOOO WHEN I GET YOU MANNNNNNNNN . literally could not have done more justice to him just by having shane suck the soul out of him thru his lips THAT IS HIMMMM !!! OOOKIE POOOOOKIEEEEE I KNEW I COULD ENTRUST HIM TO U !!!!!

PERMISSION TO ASK FOR KENDALL BOO ?????????????? 👉👈 so sweet ur doing this btw make sure to take ur time !! 🫂

I LOVE YOU KENDALL IM SORRY IT TOOK ME ONE MILLION YEARS TO DRAW YOUUUUU I think he’s so silly I think August would b so mean to him with love

[autoboros]

I've been meaning to draw Auto and Hiro for now days I kept getting distracted to play Splatoon instead (I spent like 10 minutes trying to find your octo in my Switch screenshots or your blog LMAO)

HOLY SHIT DUDE IM LOSING MY MIND THESE ARE SO GOOD I LOVE

I AM NOT GONNA GET OVER THIS IT ABSOLUTELY MADE MY WEEK

[harksness]

Distraction

A/N: i suffer from severe agatha harkness brainrot 24 hrs a day 7 days a week. i also couldnt help but make this one a little sweet too ajsadkgj im so down bad for her

the request!

Warnings: hand kink, quickie, slight mommy kink bcs im a hoe who can't write smut with agatha without working that in at least a little bit. lmk if i missed any warnings as per usual <3

WC: 3.5k

You find every little thing about Agatha to be insanely attractive. How could you not? She’s absolutely perfect. Her smooth, sultry voice and calculated words. Her pretty blue eyes that always seem to have that mischievous glint to them. Her tempting pink lips that are almost always quirked into that evil little smirk of hers. And oh God her hair, her wild hair you could play with for hours. 

She's ethereal. Agatha Harkness is the definition of beauty and all of its synonyms. Alluring, lovely, heavenly, ravishing, irresistible, beauteous, divine, bewitching and as ravishing as they come. Something pulled right out of your dreams, or some grand work of art.

But something about her hands just stuck out to you. They drove you crazy.

Her long, nimble fingers.. Watching how deftly they work her magic, the fluid movements she makes with them always has you biting your lip and wondering if she’d repeat those same movements elsewhere. 

As if you didn’t have a hard enough time keeping your eyes off of her hands, all of those pretty rings she found recently aren’t helping. They draw more of your attention to how skilled she is with her long digits, the soft silver, the pretty jewels and carvings into the metal always catching your attention. The problem is that once that happens, you just can’t seem to get your attention off of them.

You clear your throat, catching yourself staring at her hands… Again. Reluctantly, you refocus your attention back to the meeting at hand as you quickly cast your gaze over all of the people sitting around you, Agatha’s voice background noise.

Your lover finds your gaze as she’s speaking to the group, sending a quick wink your way.

Immediately you feel your cheeks flushing when you realize that’s her way of telling you that you’ve been caught red handed. Billy, of course, catches on right away with a little gasp as he raises his hand into the air, a sly grin overtaking his features as he interrupts Agatha.

“Can you two stop flirting with each other for five minutes? It’s so distracting for the rest of the class.”

You pinch your lips together at his words. Ever since you two became a thing and he figured out about your relationship, he’s really taken to the two of you as his “gay aunties”, loving to tease you every chance he gets about your sappy romance.

There’s a few beats of dead silence in the room as everyone waits for Agatha to say something.

“What are you talking about?”

She’s so obviously just trying to mess with the younger wiccan.

But still, even knowing this you try so hard not to smack your hand to your forehead at her response. She’s had over three hundred years to master the art of snappy comebacks and witty one liners, her charisma is off the charts. You’d personally say she’s more skilled with how she uses her words in conversation than magic itself, it’s one of her greatest weapons.. But that’s what she decided to say?

“Really.”

Billy says, less of a question and more of a statement. You release a big sigh, and you can feel Rio rolling her eyes from the spot next to you.

“I mean.. Of course I can’t go five minutes without flirting with my girl.. Have you seen how gorgeous she is? How impossibly perfect?”

Agatha says, gesturing towards you dramatically. You’re surprised that you haven’t passed out from the amount of blood rushing to your cheeks, a bashful smile crossing your lips at how outspoken and dorky she is. 

“Eugh! You two are too cute.. I need to go vomit…”

Billy is smiling regardless of his teasing.

“Oh! Absolutely feel free to do so! Meet back here in ten minutes!”

Agatha claps her hands together excitedly, a puzzled look crossing the boy's features.

“I was only joking..”

No one seems to pay any attention to the words he mumbled under his breath. Agatha was just so eager to take him up on the offer.

She’s being so dramatic with her hands- waving them around and gesturing so much more than usual. Not many other people would notice, considering how dramatic Agatha just is as a person, but you do.

Rio rolls her eyes at you, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You two are worse than lovesick teenagers.. Disgusting.”

You smile softly, watching Agatha shoot you a look before she leaves the room, her gaze lingering against yours as she quirks an eyebrow at you suggestively. Slowly she presses down on the door handle and pushes it open, the door swinging closed behind her a moment later with a soft click.

“I know, it’s so disgusting…”

You’re barely paying attention as you get up to follow your witch. You cross the room, winding between the fold out chairs and the women stretching and mulling about as they take advantage of their free time. Pushing the door open, you scan the room quickly before finding her leaning on a wall across from you.

“Sooo…”

She starts as you approach, holding her hands out in front of herself, as if examining her nails. You cross your arms over your chest, pouting slightly at her incessant teasing.

“Someone seems to be fixating on my hands..”

Agatha holds them up, palms facing her as she wiggles her ringed fingers at you, and wiggling her eyebrows to match. You roll your eyes playfully.

“No..”

You simply say, once again as you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment. She lets out a disappointed hum.

“Shame. Because if you were.. I was going to suggest that we go into the back room and take your mind off of my hands for a little bit.. And put my hands on something else…”

Agatha implies suggestively, your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen at her suggestion.

“With everyone in the next room?!”

You hiss at her in surprise, terrified that someone was going to walk in on your conversation, let alone catch the two of you in the act. She shrugs, indifferent.

“Two rooms over.”

You watch for a moment as she slowly saunters over to the next door, leaning against it with her back to push it open and hold it ajar for a moment. She raises her wrist, shrugging down her sleeve to check her watch as two strands of her curly brown hair fall over her features, blue eyes lidded as she looks down.

“Eight minutes..”

She trails off suggestively, and that’s all you need to remind yourself this isn’t a daydream as you run after her, following her into the dingy little storage room.

The door falls shut. It’s dark, and you’re about to start groping around for a light when suddenly a warm orange glow fills the room with a little click as Agatha pulls on the string hanging from the lightbulb on the ceiling. 

The room is filled with random boxes and equipment piled up and leaning on the walls, and conveniently- a worn, plush, yellow chair that used to sit out in the main room. You raise an eyebrow at Agatha as she plops herself into it, leaning back and spreading her legs as she leans one arm on the armrest, the other coming up to her mouth as she bites one of her gaudy rings.

Her hair is piled on top of her head, two strings of hair hanging in her face. Her coat is unbuttoned and fanning to the sides as the purple fabric of her nice dress pants stretch around her soft thighs perfectly.

She’s smirking around the ring she’s biting, eyebrow quirked curiously as she gazes up at you with her mischievous blue eyes. Agatha pats her thigh invitingly.

“Come have a seat, baby.”

You could’ve melted into the ground right then and there.

You’re sure you look a lot less put together and sexy as she does as you basically scramble to jump into her lap, your knees sinking into the plush cushion of the chair as you straddle her thighs. She smiles warmly up at you, humming happily as a hand comes up to rest on your waist.

“Good girl..”

Agatha praises, looking up to meet your gaze as she trails a hand up your waist lovingly. Her other hand comes up to stroke at your thigh, sliding slightly up under the hem of your skirt. Your breath hitches in your throat.

She raises the hand from your waist, fingers curling around the back of your neck as her thumb caresses your cheek… The cold of her rings digging into your skin. You lean into the feeling.

“C’mere..”

Agatha speaks softly as she pulls you down to meet her lips, your eyes fluttering closed as her soft lips move against yours. You hum into the kiss, raising your hands to rest on her shoulders.

She runs her hand further up your skirt, her soft skin smoothing over your hips and across your ass as she squeezes the plush skin lovingly. Your hands caress the exposed skin of her neck, toying with the loose hairs hanging from her bun.

Her warm hands run along the line of your lacy underwear, tracing back up over your hips, then down between your legs. Your breath hitches, breaking the kiss as a soft, breathy moan escapes your lips when her fingers trail downwards and start to grind her fingers up against your center. Gently she presses her fingers up against you, and you rock against her, little sighs of pleasure falling past your lips. Agatha’s eyes are lidded, but fixated on your features, her gaze flickering to your lips and her smile quirking upwards just the littlest bit every time you let out a desperate noise. 

“You make the prettiest noises, angel..”

Agatha whispers against your skin as she starts to leave lingering kisses along the exposed skin of your neck. You raise your hand to cradle the back of her head as she presses her fingers into you more firmly, your hips rolling against her hand desperately as you toy with her hair.

“Mmm.. Ag’s, please.”

You plead into her hair, all you can focus on is the sparks of pleasure you’re receiving, just enough to keep working you up but not get you anywhere. Your features twist in frustration.

“What’s wrong baby, is this not enough?”

Leaning back, you notice the taunting smirk etched onto her lips. You narrow your eyes at her, unable to help the little pout that overtakes you.

“Please.. We don’t have a lot of time..”

Agatha hums in thought, moving her hand that was cradling your neck to wrap around your jaw. The metal of her rings have heated against your skin, and it feels good to have them bite into your cheek just a little bit as you press back against her hand.

“Oh, sweet pea, I know you can do better than that.”

She quirks an expectant brow at you and you know what you have to do.

“Please… Agatha I- I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and how good you are with your hands... I’m so desperate for it.. Mommy, please, I need you..”

You do your best to pour your heart out, knowing you sound like a scrambling mess, but also knowing Agatha loves it when you sound that way. When you're desperate and keening for her, and she always melts when you call her Mommy. You know her weakness just like she knows yours.

You were right because you can feel the air around her shift a little bit, her lips hanging open and blue eyes clouded with desire as she looks up at you.

“Such a good girl, baby..”

Agatha says lowly, crashing her lips onto yours one more time in a desperate, frantic kiss before she pulls back, splaying her fingers out as she makes a show of taking off her rings. Your eyes drop to her hands.

She pinches her fingers around one, twisting it to the side as she slowly drags it off of her long fingers before setting it on the armrest to her right. She repeats the action over and over, until a little line of rings is forming.

Once she has her dominant hand free of rings except for one, you grab her wrist shyly.

“Here.. Let me help..”

Agatha gazes up at you curiously as she waits to see what you’re going to do.

You carefully bend her fingers so that they’re all curling in towards her palm, her pointer finger the only one sticking out. You raise her hand to your mouth, biting down softly onto the chunky metal ring pressed down to her knuckle, and using your teeth, you slowly pull it off of her finger, dragging your tongue along her soft skin as you do.

She watches you intently, eyes locked onto your movements. When it’s off of her finger, you raise your head and take it from your mouth, placing it with her other rings, completing the little line. Agatha’s staring up at you with parted lips and a wide smile.

“Well, that was insanely hot..”

She says breathlessly before pulling you down to kiss her again, your lips melding as you moan into her mouth. You don’t think you could ever get tired of how good her smooth, warm mouth feels against your own as she claims you, quickly taking control of the kiss. You also don’t think you could ever get sick of her taking what she wants from you, because you’ll gladly give her anything and everything you can.

Agatha’s hand starts to travel up the plush inside of your thigh, running her fingers over your skin lovingly as she reaches your center once again. Pulling your underwear aside, you gasp against her lips as she runs her fingers through your wet folds, softly parting you and gathering your arousal on her fingertips before finding your clit.

“Oh my poor girl.. You really were so worked up just from looking at my hands and imagining what I could do to you with them, hm?”

She asks you with such a cocky grin on her face. You moan softly, desperately as she toys with you, experimentally drawing patterns over your clit before dragging her fingers back to your soaked entrance.

“Ohhh, oh yes…”

You let out a long moan as she gently, carefully eases one finger into you. She’s smirking up at you, leaning down to press sweet, wet kisses into your neck as she starts to move, experimentally, getting you used to her touches before she can really fuck you.

“I’ve really got a hold on you, don’t I?”

She speaks against your skin, shifting forward a bit as she carefully slips another finger into you, and you moan at the stretch. She curls them with every thrust, the pads of her long fingers brushing against your sweet spot with precision. You brace yourself, mouth falling open in a silent moan as you curl your fingers around the top of the chair, gripping it tightly as you begin to feel your orgasm building, tension winding in your abdomen.

“Haa.. Oh, yes, Ag’s.. You do, more than you know.. You’re my everything..”

You pant out desperately, the rough fabric of the old chair scratching your knees but you don’t care. Being the center of Agatha’s attention, being touched by her like this, is the most important thing in your world. It’s all you want and you’ll savor every moment of it. Rugburn can be a future you problem, and you won’t regret it one bit. You know you’ll smile at your scraped up knees when the injuries remind you of how you got them.

“Am I now?”

She has that taunting tone to her voice that you fear but also adore so much at the same time. You hum in agreement, nodding your head in affirmation as your eyes pinch shut, an overwhelming amount of pleasure starting to make you slip and lose control of your senses as she keeps working at your center.

“Oh- Shit!”

You gasp out a bit louder than intended, throwing your head back when you feel the familiar sensation on your clit- her magic pressing into your sensitive nub has you digging your teeth into your bottom lip hard.

“Please, baby.. Tell me more about how much you adore me..”

She ghosts her lips against your ear, working her fingers faster, lingering her thrusts so that they can curl against that sensitive spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You don’t know how much longer you’re going to last, you can feel your legs beginning to tremble. Agatha raises a hand under your skirt so that she can fondly caress your hip, her fingers savoring the soft feeling of your skin under her hand. You love her warm hand pressed against you, and the metal of her rings against your skin.

You’re letting out short and desperate moans of pleasure as you attempt to speak. You try to form a coherent sentence, but fail.

“You’re everything to me, Agatha… God.. Oh my God, you’re so perfect.. So beautiful… So, so good to me..”

You mumble out, your thighs tensing as you desperately try to focus your attention on keeping your balance. You can’t help it, all of the stimulation is so much, you can feel yourself tumbling towards the edge as you lean against the back of the chair. Agatha plants her lips against your neck, her free hand running over every inch of exposed skin she can reach as she speeds up her movements, your hips rocking intime with every thrust of her long fingers deep into your waiting cunt. 

“Haa.. Oh, Agatha… You take such good care of me.. Ag’s.. Love you so much..”

She laughs softly against your skin, her tone laced with so much fondness and adoration.

“You can’t even form coherent sentences… I love seeing you like this.. My girl, so desperate for me and anything I’ll give… I love seeing you so wrapped around my finger..”

Agatha leans back to watch you as you become overwhelmed with the pleasure she’s giving you, to enjoy the mess she’s made of you as you desperately paw for her. You whimper out as you nod your head, feeling the pressure on your clit intensify. Your lips for a wide o, your movements becoming frantic as you rock against her hand, but her movements remain controlled and steady to guide you through your high.

“Yes! Yes I am! Yes, anything.. Anything, Ag’s..”

You babble mindlessly, your nails digging painfully hard into the soft fabric of the chair, nearly biting into the wood underneath.

“Oh! Cumming! Oooh..”

You moan out, your movements sloppy against her hand as you feel electric pleasure shoot through you. You tense up, your thighs trying to clamp shut but finding themselves unable to, so instead they just violently tremble as Agatha guides you through your orgasm, peppering sweet kisses up and down your neck, an arm wrapping around your waist to support you and a smile toying on her lips as she talks you through..

“Such a good girl for me, baby… Oh, you’re so pretty when you cum.. I could never get sick of seeing you like this.. So pretty..”

You let out a pathetic hum as you collapse and melt into her lap, your body limp and exhausted as you relax. Agatha guides you to lay against her chest as she slips her fingers out of you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you as close to her as possible. 

“Oh, sweet girl.. You did so good for me..”

She speaks into your hair, leaving little kisses along your head as she guides you to lay against her chest. You smile, burying your face into her neck, trying to take in as much of her as you can.

“Mmmm.. You also did so good for me..”

You cast her a knowing look and she grins in response.

“Happy to be of service.”

You’re desperately trying to catch your breath as Agatha lovingly runs her hands along your body, petting your hair into place, giving you little kisses wherever she can reach to help you calm down and catch your breath. You’re mushy, overflowing with love for the older woman as you wrap your arms around her middle and bury your face into her neck.

Suddenly there's an insistent knocking on the wooden door.

“Okay, lovebirds… Or horndogs.. We’ve been waiting on you two for twenty minutes. Make yourself decent and come on out.”

Rio’s familiar voice calls from the other side of the door, agitation lacing every word.. You groan out, embarrassed as Agatha laughs.

[aidaita]

Oreo’s urgent Vet Bill

Hi everyone, this is the proper post I promised a few days ago and I apologize for the delay, the last 2-3 days was stressful but I’m emotionally stable to type everything down.

I’ve made an update post on my Ko-fi a few days ago if you haven’t seen it.

To start off, Oreo is my male cat son I’ve take care of for the past 9 years since that fateful day I encountered him 8 years ago. At the time, I was in a dark place mentally as I was heavily depressed from losing a dear friend and in an effort to cheer up, I went outside for a walk with a close friend to the canal two streets down from where I live, and that was where I saw a pair of eyes staring at me. A month old kitten I named Oreo and from that day, Oreo has brightened my world and I’ve taken him in as my precious fur baby ever since. My family unfortunately lost our other cat, Blueberry, last year to cancer for the medicine and treatments weren’t enough to ease her suffering from the cancer, so when Oreo’s second blockage on the evening of February 28, 2025 occurred, I was absolutely terrified.

That night, I skipped dinner, I stayed up half the night watching over Oreo and had a fitful sleep of a few hours, waking up in between the few hours to the noises Oreo was making from the blockage. And so on March 1, I went directly to an animal hospital I normally go to for his check ups, exams, previous surgery he had, but unfortunately they had to turn me away for being fully booked, so I was forced to go to another vet clinic that accepts emergency visits and that’s where I ended up in VCA Knowles Snapper Creek pet hospital and the very expensive vet bill.

The initial estimate is the one I originally posted on my other post which I’ll upload here for 48 hours observation.

I was also given an estimation for 24 hr observation but in both estimations, it was super expensive and I work at a $13 part time retail work shift and I could not afford it whatsoever. The last surgeries were paid for by my mom but this time she could not pay for this, and she has other health-related financial payments to recuperate financially and that was when I begun to get very stressed and panic. It was made worse and broke me into an emotional panic when my mother suggested that we may have to put him to sleep as we cannot keep paying $3k every time he gets a blockage.

My heart sank, I was not ready to let Oreo go yet. I became so distraught.

What can I do to save Oreo?

I’ve been frantically looking online what to do, looking into pet insurance, frequently asking for payments plans, asking what they can do to reduce the prices, etc. all while I’m on a time limit as I had a work shift in the next 2-3 hours and with this emergency situation, I absolutely needed every hour I can get. It was the most horrible position to be in the middle of.

Oreo could not qualify for pet insurance because it does not cover for pre-existing conditions/treatments (this is his second blockage), the pet hospital (both the first I went to and the second) do not have payment plans, every new estimations they gave me in an effort to help me and Oreo came with high risks such as one that is the bare minimum (just unblocking Oreo) but there’s a big possibility he could be blocked later that day or the next day.

Secondly, Oreo has already been on a treatment plan with his strict diet of prescription Urinary Care food with Science Hill’s ever since his first blockage sometime last year (or 2? I’m not sure, I don’t have the papers from the first one as my mom took him to the vet that time). And the doctors told me that it seems despite the strict diet he has been in, he still got the blockage from built-up sediments. On top of that, in the last vet visit on January 25, 2025 with the first pet hospital, Oreo has IVDD, or at least the beginning of it that the doctors told at the time said “it’s not a big deal right now,” so it will be a problem to look out for as he’s still young.

My mother’s comment of possibly putting him to sleep loomed over my head over all this…

And that was when I decided I can’t do this alone, I’m not ready to let Oreo go yet, not like this, not so soon. So for the first time, I’ve come to you all on the internet for help.

Due to the time constraints, I have no choice but to open a credit line with CareCredit just for this bill for Oreo but the fact he could get blocked again, issues with IVDD possibly rearing its head more urgently so soon, and with this massive bill to pay with my $13 part time retail shift, I knew that if another emergency or urgent vet visit occurs, I will have no choice but to put him to sleep.

That is why I’ve come to you all for help with the emergency vet bill on March 1, 2025 and… my goodness, within 24 hours, we have reached a little more than 1/3 of the $4000 goal (41% reached as I post this) and I could not be anymore thankful and grateful for all of you kindness and generosity to save my baby in this difficult time.

Yesterday I got to visit Oreo, he’s unblocked and appears to be urinating fine, recovering seems to be going well although he does have UTI so there’s a bit of blood in his urine (doctors reassured me that the UTI and blockage are not linked) so he’s getting treatments for that as well.

Today, Oreo will be discharged later in the afternoon or evening so he’ll be coming home soon.

The bill is still stressful but with all of you kind words, encouragement, generosity, and advice, it doesn’t feel as heavy as before. It is still a lot left to pay off so if you can, please donate to my Ko-Fi here so I can focus solely on strictly ensuring Oreo stays with me much longer such as wet food, running water fountain, new litter box, etc.

All donations received will be used solely for the bill and any additional expenses that may come up in the last few hours as I type.

And to everyone who donated so far, thank you… Truly, thank you. The tears I’ve shed the past 2 days were of stress and huge relief.

I will keep posting updates as they happen.

[emmyrosee]

Only write this if u want to and with whoever u want.

But y/n has been depresso expresso these past few weeks she can’t get out of bed, she’s not been answering calls or texts and whenever she does she’s declining requests to hang out or come over….and her boyfriend had been missing her. So he just shows up spontaneously and rings the doorbell and she opens the door and she stares at him and then BURSTS into tears. BC GUESS WHAT ur grieving ur broke ur periods here u have assignments due next week that u haven’t even started and ur just so overwhelmed…. But Ofc u didn’t want ur boyfriend to see u like this u look messy right now. BUTTT Ofc ur boyfriend couldn’t care less and takes care of u anyway and brings u outside for fresh air and takes u for some ice cream at the 24 hr convince store nearby even though he doesn’t even like Ice cream that much but u have been craving something sweet and cold so why wouldn’t he 🥹

SO ANYWAY THANKS DOR READING LOVE U SO MUCH HAVE A GREAT NIGHT, EVENING OR DAY ❤️

-Anon🥢

The gentle knocking against your door has your brow raising and your show pausing. You’re not used to having guests at this hour, much less guests at all, and you wrap yourself in a blanket to get up and greet the person at the door.

You check the peephole. Osamu stands outside, playing on his phone.

Your heart sinks at the idea of him seeing you like this, seeing you so drained and so tired, but you can’t ignore him or send him away, either. You shrug the blanket higher on your shoulders and you open the door, trying to ignore the way his face lights up as you open it. “Hey,” you murmur.

“Hey,” he whispers, hands digging around the plastic bag in his hand, pulling out a bag of gummy bears. “I brought gummy bears.”

You don’t know why- Honest!- but your eyes water and your lip wobbles and you absolutely throw yourself into his chest, his arms expertly catching you and cradling you while you absolutely wail. You fist his shirt as your sobs wrack your soul. He doesn’t say anything, merely pressing kisses to your head and rocking you both gently. “I’m sorry,” you heave.

He shushes you softly, “don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

“I missed you so much,” you sob, and he hums in agreement. “Osamu, I’m so tired, I can’t bring myself to do anything, what’s wrong?”

“You’re in your head,” he says quietly, pulling back to wipe a tear that falls from your eye. “And that’s okay. You’ve been working so hard, it’s totally normal to be a bit burnt out, baby. You’ve got a lot going on.” He smiles softly at you, “but this is your sign to be pampered for a little bit, okay? You trust me?”

You sniffle a few more times before nodding, curling back into his chest to feel the tightness of his embrace circle you once again. He says nothing, he does nothing, merely letting you cry it out in his arms, with the occasional kiss to the crown of your head. Once you’ve tuckered yourself out, you pull back to look at him once again, only to laugh at the imprint of your crying face on his shirt. “Sorry,” you manage between sniffly laughter.

“It’s fine,” he snorts. “It’ll dry. Now-“ he nudges his head towards the door, “go lock up, and we can run to 7/11 for some ice cream.”

The mere idea makes your heart sing, but you pout up at him, “you don’t like ice cream though?”

“I’ll get chips. I know you’re going to steal some anyways, so I don’t mind,” he chuckles. For the first time in weeks, you feel yourself perk up, the idea of something sweet and cold tingling your tastebuds in ways you haven’t felt since losing your appetite. You move quicker than you have in days, turning off the tv and locking your door, only for osamu to catch you and wrap you in his big arms. You giggle as he catches under your knees and spins you into a bridal carry, and you wrap your arms around him instinctively.

He places you gingerly in the passenger seat, careful of your head and legs before closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. You smirk and lean over to honk the horn to scare him, cackling as he leaps a foot in the air, his face curling into one of mischief as he shakes his head. He gets in the car, “I’m getting you back for that.”

“Try me,” you tease.

The ride to 7/11 is just as fun, with his hand on your thigh and the windows down while music plays through the speakers. The sun is setting, casting a hue of pink over the horizon and objects on it, and it’s almost amusing how the 7/11 looks ethereal carved in pink.

Four bags of chips, a bag of m’n’m’s and three ice creams later, you check out of the store and make your way back to the car, each of you indulging in your ice creams before they melt into goo.

You sigh and look up at him, “are we going home?”

“Do you want to?”

He looks over at you warmly, laying his tongue flat to slurp up a lap of ice cream. You snicker and shrug, “not… not really. I mean… I haven’t been outside in weeks, and it feels so good.”

“Then we don’t go home,” he says simply, taking a bite of his cone. “I think the moon is full tonight, so we can go watch the sunset finish, look for the moon?”

You beam up at him, “I’d love that.”

He nods, “I thought you might.”

It takes only 5 minutes to find a park suitable to situate at, your fingers now dug into a bag of Doritos as he parks the car and nudges his head, “come on. We can set up in the trunk.”

“Trunk?”

“Yeah,” he encourages, and you merely shrug and follow his example of getting out of the car. He pops the trunk and plops himself down, patting the seat next to him. “I don’t have a blanket we can lay down on, so this will have to do.”

“Why don’t you lay on the dirt and I’ll lay on you?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes while you laugh. “I thought you were chivalrous, Osamu.”

“I’m not getting a tick because you’re too fancy to sit in a trunk,” he teases, and you shake your head playfully before sitting in the trunk next to him. You rest your head on his shoulders, and he reaches in the bag for a dorito, his head laying down to rest on yours.

And it’s quiet. Comfortably quiet, with a warm hand resting on your knee with his thumb rolling over the bone lovingly, a bag of crumpled Doritos tossed somewhere behind you. The sun has set half an hour ago, but you’re both too entranced by the bright moon hanging low in the sky to move. Bugs come to life as they chirp, and streetlights pop on around the park.

It’s bliss.

It’s amazing how much the fresh air has brought you back, how much Osamu brought you back, and you don’t know what you’d do without him.

“‘Samu?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

He kisses your head, “I love you too, baby.” Then he sighs, and you feel the arm wrapped lowly around you trail up your side, and your lip twitches. “Now, about the whole honking at me thing-“

“No!” You squeal as five fingers dig into your side, holding you close as you squirm at the tickling, your laughter ringing in the air of night that envelops you both like a hug.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 15th

Day 15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Post-pregnancy, lactating, pumping, breastfeeding kink, paying to drink breast milk, drinking milk, breast play, grinding, frottage, cumming in pants

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There are some perks to being Dieter Bravo’s assistant. As crazy as he can be and put you through stress and odd situations, he is a fairly lenient boss. When you had come to him, explaining that you wished to be a surrogate for your sister who was unable to carry a child, he was cool with it. 

Did it stop the 2AM calls because he couldn’t find his favored crocs, or didn’t remember the name of that 24-hr Mexican restaurant? No. But he let you take off for all the doctor’s appointments without too much complaint, stopped doing drugs around you since it was bad for the baby, and insisted that you have a chair on set next to his to sit down in at all times. In actuality, it was pretty sweet. 

You had planned on coming back to work right away, since the baby was immediately going to your sister from the delivery room, but Dieter had pitched a fit. Telling you that even though you didn’t have a newborn to take care of, you still needed to recover from giving birth. You had compromised, telling him that you could recover and still manage his calendar from his admittedly comfortable couch. 

You hadn’t expected the questions. Dieter is one of those enigmatic souls that there is no telling what will pique his curiosity, but you hadn’t expected it to be your breast pump. Your sister and you decided that you would pump your milk for at least the first few months, or as long as you could. 

Dieter was obsessed. Like a kid with a new toy, you found him playing with the pumps. There were two that you could wear inside your nursing bra to let you pump while you just went about your day. Removing them and draining them into the storage bags as needed and putting them right back on. 

He was staring at your breasts, frowning slightly as he looked away and then looked back at them. As if he was figuring something out. Until you realized he was trying to decide if you had the pumps on or not. He kept muttering to himself, shaking his head and walking out of the room abruptly. You would think that he was on drugs again, except you haven’t ordered any from his regular supplier in nearly two months. 

So it’s a complete surprise when you are sitting on the couch, nearly two months after you have given birth and settled back into your routines with Dieter that he plops down on the sofa beside you. “How much would I need to pay you to drink your milk?” 

Freezing, your jaw hits the ground in shock. Immediately flustered and wondering what the hell is he talking about. Drinking your milk? He wants to taste it? Pour it into his cereal? What?

“Dee, what? What the fuck are you-”

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” He groans, shuffling closer and staring at you with wide, pleading eyes before his gaze drops down to your breasts and he groans. His hand moves down to his crotch, almost covering himself like he’s trying to hide something before he grabs a pillow and shoves it in his lap. “Please, I - fuck, I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Give me….two ounces.” 

“Dieter…” 

“Two, all I’m asking for is two. The baby can spare that, right? You’ve been pumping like 80 ounces a day, right? Around that?” His tone is slightly whiny, begging like he always does when he really, really wants something. 

It shocks you that he’s aware of how many ounces of breastmilk you are pumping. That means that he’s got to be looking in the freezer. You’ve been storing it here since you are here more than your own house and having it sent over to your sister’s.

“You want to buy two ounces of my breast milk to drink?” You ask, wanting to make sure you understand what the fuck your boss is asking you. “For a thousand dollars.” 

“Two, two thousand.” Dieter ups the price, biting his lip and swallowing harshly. “A thousand dollars an ounce. Please, I know it’s weird, I know that I shouldn’t ask, but please, please just let me have some.” 

His eyes are earnest, begging you. Almost more intense than the first time he has if you would have sex with him. Finally finding something he wants more than sex. 

“I don’t know…” 

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” He rushes out, his face twisted in embarrassment but Dieter has no shame when there is something that he wants. He’s willing to humiliate himself as long as self-gratification for whatever he is obsessing over happens. “Drinking it, sipping it. Swallowing it down. Knowing that it is supposed to feed me. Feed a baby, I mean. It’s natural. The most natural food a man can have.” He justifies it, always good at finding reasons for why he needs to have what he wants. “It fucking- fuck, baby, it fucking turns me on. The idea of drinking your milk.” 

You can tell he wasn’t supposed to say that. From the way he immediately snaps his mouth shut and recoils from you, like you are going to reach out and slap him. Maybe you should slap him. It’s a slappable offense, but you aren’t. 

“Two thousand dollars, for a chance to drink two ounces of milk?” You don’t dismiss the idea, or slap him and that makes Dieter perk up. Immediately nodding, making his disheveled hair wave eagerly. 

“Yeah. Please?” He begs again. “I promise I won’t ask you to sleep with me again or go get my coffee. Ohhhh your milk in coffee.” You watch as he rolls his eyes back in his head at the thought, the pillow being crammed against his lap even more and you huff. 

“How many times have you jerked off thinking about drinking my milk, Dee?” You demand, making your boss nearly cringe at the question. 

Ducking his head and turning a range of mottled reds in mortification, he mumbles too quietly for you to hear. “- times a day.” 

“What?” 

He mumbles again. “-day.” 

“I can’t hear you.” 

“Seven or eight times a day!” Dieter finally shouts, grabbing the pillow from his lap and shoving it over his face to scream into it while your brows shoot up in surprise. You know Dieter has a high sex drive, but you never imagined he could go that many times. 

While he is having his fit, you think about it for a moment. It’s two thousand dollars and you’d rather your boss ask you to drink your milk than some random pregnant lady on the street. You wouldn’t put it past him. Despite his tendencies, Dieter is actually pretty respectful. He doesn’t push when he’s rejected and if you say no, you know that he will be disappointed but he won’t get angry. 

You aren’t wearing the pumps, thank goodness, so it’s easy to manage when you pull away the pillow from your boss's face and straddle his thighs, putting your milk filled tits in his face. 

“I- what are you-” Dieter chokes out, eyes wide and fixed on the tops of your tits, wanting to touch you but this wasn’t what he asked for. 

“You don’t want to drink straight from the source?” You ask innocently. 

The fact that you are on his lap makes you fully aware that Dieter’s cock is hard. Letting you feel the way that it jumps when you ask if he wants to drink from you. Not hiding his love of the idea even a little bit. 

He groans, tearing his eyes away from your breasts to look up into your eyes. “Yeah? Really?” He asks, still not touching you, but his hands are hovering over your hips, wanting to settle on them. “I- you would let me do that?” 

“You can’t squeeze them.” You caution. “They are tender, and sore a lot of the time. But if you want to, you can nurse, suck the milk from my tits and drink it down.” It was good timing, because you were going to have to pump anyway. 

“But I-” He seems to be completely stumped as to why you would offer more. No one ever offers more when he is desperate enough to pay for what he wants. “I’ll be careful.” He promises, leaning forward to nuzzle into your bosom and inhale the slightly milky scent of your skin. 

You feel the way he twitched under you. That admittedly impressive cock throbbing against your core in a way that you hadn’t thought about before this moment. He’s hard because of you. Because of this infatuation with your tits, your milk. 

Those hands that you had worried would be carelessly eager are almost timid. Asking if he can take off your shirt, or if you would prefer to just lower your shirt. You explain that it feels better to just lower your shirt and he quickly agrees. His fingers almost worshipful as he gently pulls your breasts out, taking your warning to heart as he positions them in his face and gets his first good look at your hard nipples and burgeoning jugs. 

“Oh god. I just want to…” he lunges forward and snuggles his face between the breasts he is holding almost reverently. Nearly motorboating you but just breathing deep. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, throbbing even more underneath you and you swear that you feel a bit of wetness transfer from his sweats to your leggings. 

You wrap your arms around him, for stability, for a lack of places to hold onto him, bringing him closer and you feel him sigh into your skin. As if he has found a place he wants to stay. 

It’s not too long before he wants more. His lips move along your skin in a surprisingly romantic scattering of kisses, as if you were his lover. 

His arms slowly slide around you as he kisses around your nipple, tilting his head down, and he groans when the warm, wetness of his lips wrap around a hard nipple to pull it into his mouth. 

Dieter’s hips rock up, grinding up into yoh and he twitches harshly when he tugs on the nipple, letting the first spurt of milk hit his tongue. His groan is so loud, almost pained, it covers the gasp that you give at the sensation.

It’s so different from the pump. Warmer, wetter. More intense as he starts to suckle eagerly. Gulping down mouthfuls of milk as fast as he can while dragging you closer, making you grind down on his cock from the movement. 

You get lost in the feeling of it all. His cock hard and throbbing under you. Pressing against your sensitive clit as your hips rock. The subtly erotic sensation of his whiskers against your skin. Eagerly letting him switch from breast to breast as he drinks you down. 

Dieter drinks more than two ounces, far more than you had agreed on, but neither one of you pulls away, even trying to stop. He’s gorging himself on the warm, slightly sweet milk in great, greedy gulps, groaning as he swallows. 

You don’t realize you are about to cum until you do. Stiffening in his arms, you push your breast into his mouth more as your back arches, a harsh cry escaping your lips. Pleasure washing over you in waves, and you don’t realize that Dieter is moaning your name. Rocking his hips up harshly to keep the friction going until he’s throbbing against your core. The warmth of his cum coating the inside of his sweats as he cums in his pants, drunk off your breast milk. 

“Holy shit.” You pant as he pulls away, milk drunk and softening underneath you as he swallows one last time. 

“Fuck, baby.” He groans. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

[o2studies]

23:39 || ༻`` 19 Oct 24 — Saturday

Aimed to get a lot of work done for my personal statement today and I did focus on it, so much so that I didn't do much else. But also I just stared at the document and couldn't think of anything so many times, so I took a break and went back to it soon after, and then I decided to start writing anyway and after 1½ hrs I've got my first 5 lines... ;-;

I've out some things in bulletpoints or as a small list that I want to mention, and I'm using a guide from UCAS but I found that a few of questions I can just write pretty much the same thing and I'm not sure how to not just repeat myself 3 or 4 times.... I'll do more work for it tm. A Lot more.

Aside from that (although actually, linked to UCAS) I've kind of a tough decision to make about university choices. I might write about it more tomorrow but choice one is all good, choice two would involve convincing my parents a lot and leaving behind (at least for a few years) the life me and K planned with each other during uni..

Actually — a summary:

University A is nearby, I've visited it a lot and it looks amazing, has a ton of great student experiences, I'll get to go to uni with K and rent a flat or smt with her in our second year, don't know how many times afterward I'll see A (if at all), possibly joining uotc during one of the years (can't really imagine that in Uni B but it probably could still be possible), and it is an amazing university for which I've got 2 grade reductions (within applicable maths, physics and chemsitry courses), I've got the conditional offer already

University B is the next country over, I'd be leaving behind K and my family (others too but they'll probably be a lot further anyway), I will have A with me so I won't be alone and we'd help each other with the costs of things, in the second year R would be coming over and we'd all rent a place somewhere (but have to be in student halls for a year first..... I didn’t like the experience of it that I got in Uni A), the country is really beautiful, I've been in the area before and there's no langauge changes, I know very little about the uni, it's better than Uni A (plus it combines year in industry through placements and year abroad)

And I don't know....... I do know that friendships is not what you should follow in choices like this but it breakdms my heart thinking of abandoning K and our plan, even for just a few years..

And my wrist hurt like hell today and still does.

^ I've got this written on my wrist. Had it today and will again tomorrow. I love writing quotes and sayings on my arm ^^

Day 31 clean (a whole month yesterday, woo!)

Day 0 (I was really gonna try to hit Day 1 today but forgot about that for a moment and well.... yeah....)

Floor time ✅️

Current song obsession: Army Dreamers by Celina Fang // 🍊

[marriiemeii]

03. coworker dinner

summary: after work dinner with coworkers

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"mai!"

the it team lead turns her head back and looks over at who was calling out her name. she stops walking with her small team and soojin to let jeonghan, the hr lead catch up.

"what is it, jeonghan?" she asks him, impatient since she had to sit through the meeting led by him in the last 30 minutes.

"i heard you guys are going to kbbq after work," he smiles at her. mai sighs the moment the words leave his mouth. "can yeri and i join you guys?"

"you mean can you, yeri, joshua, and seungcheol go?" mai retorts. "when one of you goes somewhere all of you go somewhere."

jeonghan smiles innocently, you could almost see a halo floating above his head, but the look in his eyes showed mischief.

"ehhh, it's not my fault those 2 like to follow yeri and i around."

"if i let you guys go, more people are going to want to go," mai frowns. she wanted a small quiet dinner with her team and her best friend so they can get to know each other. also, it would help soojin with getting to know the two people she thinks of as her little kids.

mai sighs knowing jeonghan wasn't going to give up until he gets an invite and nods her head at him.

"you guys are finding your own rides tho, and pay for yourselves."

****

she should've just said no. the dinner of 4 had turned into a dinner of 12. she might as well ask the whole company to come with for a company dinner. in addition to the original party of 4, jeonghan, yeri, seungcheol, joshua, soonyoung seungkwan, seokmin, and hayoon had joined them.

they were lucky they were able to get a private room with a long table that fit all of them. there were 6 chairs on two sides of the table.

on oneside was mai, soojin, jun, wonwoo, soonyoung, and hayoon. on the other side was jeonghan, yeri, joshua, seokmin, seungkwan, and seungcheol.

on the bright side, the rest of financing and editorial didn't want to go to the dinner.

"hayoon, stop hogging all the kimchi," seungcheol says trying to grab some kimchi.

"you were hogging all the fish cake just earlier??" hayoon exclaims. soonyoung pats hayoons shoulder.

"you are kind of hogging the kimchi. you know how much i love kimchi," soonyoung pouts.

"you both can literally order some more kimchi and it's not going to cost extra. stop trying to take my food," hayoon complains.

it was very chaotic with all the different workers from different departments all in one room. soojin definitely thought it was fun and lively.

"jeonghan, joshua, please stop piling my plate with food. i literally cannot eat all of this," yeri stares down at the food before looking at the two males next to her. the two look at her upset.

"yeri, you need to eat more so you can grow," jeonghan argues with joshua nodding his head in agreement.

"yeah, you're smaller than all of us here so you need to eat a lot and grow well," joshua says. yeri glares at them.

"i'm not growing anymore! i'm already 24 my growth has stopped for like 8 years," yeri pouts. the jeonghan pats her head while joshua was biting his lips to keep himself from laughing at her.

"i guess you'll just always be a mini me," jeonghan says. yeri shoves her elbow into his side. he yelps and holds his slowly bruising side. "i'm going to report you to hr."

"we are hr!" yeri snarks back.

"our hr is such a mess," joshua mutters, causing the two to look at him with a dark look on their faces. "who said that?"

"reported."

"cancelled."

yeri and jeonghan say staring at joshua, who looks at them offended.

"this is an abuse of power."

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[sophie1973]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much to my beloved @stellarm and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags

Since I posted a big chapter for Bloodstream yesterday (here) I took a break for 24 hrs and focused on my other (small town/lake house) WIP

Story : Henry is a hotelier in London, but his life has become unbearable, so he flees to Texas, where he inherited a house from his aunt (yes I gave Arthur Fox a sister).

I promise I'm working on a better summary. Also, this is a first draft.

The view of the lake is stunning.

Henry puts his messenger bag on the kitchen counter, taking in the inside of the house. There is a spacious cottage-style kitchen with all the modern appliances. A couple of steps lead to a cozy living room with a stonewall fireplace and comfortable couches. There’s a gigantic bookshelf filled to the brim with books, and he smiles for the first time in weeks.

He knows his aunt Marjorie shared the same taste in books as he does, so it’s good to know he’s covered for a while, mainly since most of his own, aside from a few favorites, remained in England. 

And he’s not going back for a long, long while.

He needed to get his suitcase out of the rental car, but his priority was to get David out after the one-hour-and-a-half drive from Austin so he could do his business—directly on the car's tire, no less- and get into the house.

This house left to him by his aunt, who probably saved his life by doing so.

He can still hear Pez’s voice in his head (“Just go, Hazza. Fuck that Wicked Witch of the West. I’ll miss you, but I prefer you alive.) and Bea softly smiling at him because she knows. She understands.

That same smile looks at him from the picture on the kitchen counter, a teenage Bea with her arm around him, always the protective big sister. He stares at his own face, a young boy with a big smile, and wonders how it all went so wrong.

Next to that picture is another one of Marjorie and Arthur. They are in their mid-twenties, looking young and beautiful. She never followed in her brother’s footsteps, choosing a quiet life away from the media, but unlike him, she had the chance to grow old and live a fulfilling life. 

His father remains eternally young, his face and smile frozen in time in family pictures and film pellicles.

A sudden wave of grief grips Henry’s chest, making him stumble, and he sits down on the steps, trying to catch his breath. He hasn’t had one in a while, probably because he was too busy packing his stuff and leaving everything behind.

His job, which he loves, but he can’t bear the toxic environment created by his grandmother anymore.

His family, even though he will only truly miss Bea. They have promised each other to keep in touch several times a week despite the time difference, and she will come to see him soon.

London, where he lived all his life. 

So here he is, 5000 miles from home in Small Town, Texas (otherwise known as Horseshoe Bay), where he doesn’t know anyone and has no idea what the Bloody Hell he will do with his life. 

It is terrifying. Part of him knows he should find it exhilarating, but he is having trouble connecting with his optimistic self right now. 

He doesn’t even know where to start.

Henry feels a wet nudge at his arm. He looks down, sees David looking at him with his big puppy eyes, and laughs through tears he hadn’t realized were falling. The beagle puts its paw on his arm and tries to lick his face, and he pulls the dog against him, pressing a kiss and nuzzling his nose in its soft fur.

“We’ll be alright, my darling. We’ll be alright.”.

No pressure tag, and sorry if you already did it and I missed it : @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls@anincompletelist@itsmaybitheway @tintagel-or-cockleshells@orchidscript@happiness-of-the-pursuit@pridepages

[sidthedollface2]

Third Love

Ch: 4 El Soldado

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, smut (p in v, bjs) Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Spanish words. Reader with other man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz youre a sweetie. 🍑

The words sweetheart play in your mind. He called you that and not even 24 hrs later he called another girl the same pet name. How many sweethearts were there before you and how many would be after. You weren't special, just another conquest. You see his last messages 'is he your fucking boyfriend' you knew it was a drunk message and didnt bother responding, It didn't matter anymore. The sweet messages and long conversations meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. You imagine he was just a guy looking for fun and now he was onto his next target, and now so were you.

You turn in bed to face Sebastian, his straight brown hair covering half his face. He looked so peaceful sleeping. You brushed your nose against his, giving him cute pecks to his lips, something that you rarely did. He smiles against your lips as he brings his arms around you in a warm hug. "Mmm Good Morning Kitten" He mumbles, rubbing his large hands over the expanse of your back. "Morning Bash, got any plans today?" You question, removing the random strands of hair from his face. "Mmhmm, going to the studio today. Wanna come with me?" His eyes are pleading as they stare up at you, enjoying the weight of your body on top of him. Chest pressed against his bare chest, hips nestled between his open legs. He's holding you close, afraid if he lets go the bubble would burst, becoming a distant memory he would look back on. You trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingers, grazing over the sparse hairs on his chest. His large hands cup your face, as he peppers you with soft kisses. You're staring at him. Realizing his eyes are the wrong shade of brown, his nose too narrow, pink lips too thin. It isn't fair that you're lying here with him and thinking of Eddie. Eddie who literally crashed his way into your life by accident. Eddie who you've known a whole week, yet still managed to be the one person you thought of every morning. The same Eddie who talked about how he looked forward to your date and made your face heat up more than the blistering sun, yet jumped at the opportunity of a threesome right before your date.

"I gotta go."

Sebastian senses something's on your mind. He's always been aware of your moods and mannerisms when somethings wrong, your first instinct is to run away. Run from the trauma, run from being hurt, run away from your feelings, run away from him. He lets you run every time and like the fool he is for you, he'll chase you till you run into his arms. You always did, it was getting you to stay that was the problem.

Eddie woke up with a throbbing headache, the memories of the night before hazy. A few highlights of the show stored away, the cheers of the crowd rang loud in his ears. His body's sore and his back has seen better days. He stumbled to the bathroom, nearly missing the toilet in the process of relieving himself. He figures 2 tylenols will do it plus a hot shower to wash the sin away.

Hot steam fills the room as he stands unmoving under the spray of the water. One hand propped on the wall to steady himself, the other scrubbing over his chest and stomach. His mind wanders to you, it has every morning since he met you. He remembers you looked so fucking pretty last night. Your smokey eyes, he could stare into for hours. His free hand trails down his stomach, past his coarse curls. The smell of your perfume fills his nose and he closes his eyes. Cock hard in his hand as he focuses on the curves of your body. His slow strokes fuel the fire burning in his belly as he invisions your legs spread wide for him, cunt dripping with arousal. His tongue licks a fat stripe up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. He smiles against your mound at the divine taste of your desire "fucking delicious baby." He praises. Your soft moans and gasps stroke his ego and he continues his assault when he tongue fucks your entrance. His grip tightens around your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your cunt. Shaking his head side to side smearing your wetness like a face mask, nose rubbing at your clit with each movement. He lifts up for just a moment to stare at his feast before his fingers run through your puffy slick lips, coating them in his spit and your slick. His middle and ring finger breach your entrance and your back lifts off the bed at the intrusion. "Oh fuck, Eddie." You gasp, as his curved fingers slowly pump into you, mouth latching back on your clit sucking till your eyes roll back. The squelch of your juices echoes in the room as he picks up the pace, hitting your soft spongy wall over and over, faster and faster. Quick flicks of his tongue bring you closer to heaven. "Oh my god, don't stop." You cry out, grinding your cunt on his face. His skillful tongue going into overdrive as the shake in your legs intensifies."Oohhh fuck. Fuck yes." You whine, slack jawed in a silent gasp as your orgasm launches you beyond the stars. Weightless core floating between galaxies before crash landing back to earth. The sight of your glistening cunt and heavy breaths has Eddie fisting his throbbing cock, tip red with need, aching for release while he eagerly licks up your juices. "Oh fuck baby, such a good girl." His hips jerk and his release rushes over him when his eyes meet yours, ropes and ropes of cum painting your lower stomach.

Eddie shivers under the sudden cold water splashing over him, cock softening in his hand from his orgasm, hand and stomach coated in his seed. Rinsing off his body the memories of the night before flood his mind and he quickly exits the shower nearly tripping over the bath mat, flannel pants thrown on followed by a ragged Tee. "Shit. Shit. Where is it?" He asks himself, frantically searching his bed for his phone. On his hands and knees peeking under his bed only to be disappointed. "This yours?" Jeff stands at the entrance to Eddie's room, phone clutched in his hand. Eddie wiggles out from under his bed bumping his head in the process. "Fucking shit." He grumbles, rubbing the soft spot before plucking his phone from Jeff's hand.

"Where was it?" He asks, wiping the screen clean attempting to restart it.

"In the refrigerator."

He looks at Jeff, puzzled beyond belief, his eyes blinking at the absurdity.

"It's fucking dead, help me find the charger yeah?"

"You're blind dude, it's right there." Jeff points in a general direction, while Eddie's head is on a swivel searching.

"You're not looking where I'm pointing. Its right fucking there." He points more aggressively, arm stretched with his pointer finger extended.

"I already looked there man, It's missing." Eddies spinning in circles, lifting his sheets and pillows. Clothes are being thrown left and right as his search continues.

"Oh my god. I'm looking at it right fucking now. It's there, under that shit." Jeff points to a mountain of clothes Eddie just created. Amused at his friends frantic searching. Eddie clears the mountain carefully, one article of clothing at a time till he reaches a pair of shoes at the bottom.

"I knew it! dickhead. Those are my shoes!" Jeff grabbed his shoes, walking past Eddie, whose arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his friend.

"Chargers in the refrigerator." Jeff laughs, running out of Eddie's room, Eddie hot on his tail chasing after him.

"You fucking asshole." He teases, making his way to the fridge, stunned at the contents inside.

"Could've told me my wallets in here too!" He shouts, shaking his head. He grabs his charger, wallet, and takes a swig of orange juice straight from the jug.

As soon as his phone is able to turn on Eddie scrolls through his messages, the last message you Sebastian sent 'hes not my boyfriend yet, but we do fuck' mocks him. He's sure now more than ever that Sebastian had you last night, but he wasn't your boyfriend, it's fair game, he thinks. With no liquid courage flowing through his veins, only yearning to fuel his next move. He dials your number.

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Eddie has been calling and texting you for days now, apologizing for his behavior and his questioning of your relationship, placing blame on the amount of drinks he had. You weren't purposefully ignoring him, couldn't be with how often you thought of him. He contemplated visiting you at your apartment, but that would be weird. He knew where you worked, just not what days and times. He could always check out live shows and hope to see you there. He vaguely remembered where he first met you, whose house was that anyway?

Four days turned to five then seven. He still messaged you Good Morning and even hung out with Max to see how you were doing. "She's fine." Was all that was mentioned. It was like you fell off the face of the earth, he didn't say it out loud but he really did miss your late night talks.

Eddies sitting in the shop, the tattoo shop he works at when he's not being a rockstar. He's setting up his station for a new piece. Ink caps filled with ink, black and white for this particular client. A few needle cartridges of different sizes sealed and ready. Tattoo gun with black tape for comfort and grip placed around it. Stencils of the design are already printed in different sizes, with paper towels set aside. The chime of the door rings as his client enters the shop, two large men walk in first followed by a heavily tattooed man. The man's laugh is loud and bright despite all his ink that covers most of his exposed limbs. Eddies slightly blinded by the high sun hitting the glass doors at just the right angle where he can't make out the other person with his client.

The man's back is towards Eddie and he clearly has his arms around a smaller figure in front of him. "I just missed you is all." He says, finally turning to face Eddie.

Eddies stunned.

You're standing in his shop, tucked under his client's arm smiling and happy. You follow the man's gaze and your smile falters as you see Eddie staring straight at you.

"Hey man, you Eddie?" The man extends his arm towards Eddie for a friendly handshake.

"Yeah I'm Eddie." He replies, shaking his hand while still maintaining eye contact with you.

"Cool cool. I'm Austin and this is Peach. Those big guys are my bodyguards." He brings you forward, introducing you not knowing you've already met.

Eddie steps closer to you, arms at his sides as he looks down at you. He doesn't know if he should shake your hand and pretend you've never met. Does he hug you like old friends? Is it ok for Austin to know you've both met? Is Austin your new boyfriend? Before he can react, you bring your body flush against his, cheek pressed into his firm chest as you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. Eddie closes his eyes, gently placing his cheek at the top of your head, breathing in the floral scent of your hair. One arm wraps around your back while the other cradles the back of your head to his chest. He can't believe you're actually in his arms right now, hugging him so tenderly. The hammering of his heart against his chest is loud but strong, finally brought to life by your presence. Neither of you move to let go, cherishing the moment before it's gone. You could be in his arms for hours, his strong hold comforting you in a way no one's embrace has. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes creates a perfect potion to keep you under his spell. The thought scares you terribly so you pull away but Eddie keeps you at arm's length, hands rubbing up and down your arms. His eyes scan over your face, memorizing every freckle and beauty mark, tracing the slope of your nose and soft curves of your full lips. He glances up meeting your eyes before they land on your lips once again. He gives you a wide dopey smile, eyes lit up at seeing your beauty under bright lights.

"Hi." He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes are so warm and pretty this close, so close you feel his breath ghost over you.

"Sooooo, you've met." Austin declares, walking over to the chair across from Eddie's station.

"This is the guy I told you about."

Austin's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline in surprise. You grin at Eddie trailing your fingertips across his chest, walking towards the exit.

"Wait! Wait, why are you always leaving?" Eddie jogs to the door before you reach it, blocking you from leaving. "I'll be right there Austin, make yourself comfy." He shouts over your shoulder toward Austin whoes admiring himself in the mirror. "My appointment book says two clients today, you're my other client?" He questions, with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed over his chest.

You kept the scars from that night hidden, a reminder of what was taken from you and what you had endured just 9 months ago. A visual memory of strength and vulnerability that no one had yet seen. So many thoughts were going through your head, insecurities you didnt want him to see yet, an explanation and story you didnt want exposed and memories too fresh to not cry over. Just the thought of his hands touching your hot skin while you lay under him for hours was enough to give you a heart attack.

"I was but I've changed my mind." It's not you its me, is what you want to say but the words are stuck in your throat.

"Is it because it's me?" His eyes hold a hint of sadness knowing the encounters of that night have tainted his image. Unable to look him in the eye, you just nod your head.

"Is it because of the girls because i told you-"

You shake your head, ridding the image of your scars from your mind. He steps closer to you, his rough hands gently grabbing yours. A honking horn is heard just outside the shop and when Eddie turns to see whom it might be you see it. Scar tissue. Invisible from afar but under the lights where he's standing so close it's visible. Raised and shiny almost transparent from being healed over. Twisted fibrous tissue formed below his jaw and neck like a rorschach inkblot test. You reach out, fingers itching to caress the sensitive skin. As His eyes meet yours again you pull away, quickly faking a head scratch.

"Go out with me." He blurts out, hands squeezing yours in a silent plea.

"Please." He begs.

"Just one date and if it's terrible I promise you'll never see me again."

You want to say No. You've seen all you've needed to see to know this wouldn't work, not how he wants, not how you need. Living your whole life surrounded by rockstars, rappers, even pop stars and they all had the same vices. Sex, drugs, money, all offered on a silver platter for the taking. You didn't want either of those things. You wanted love, true hopelessly romantic love. Eddie seemed like the fling type, friends with benefits nothing more. Just another situationship. You already had a situation with Sebastian, who was currently waiting for you just outside the shop. The rejection is on the tip of your tongue. His thumbs are creating tiny circles on your knuckles as he holds them in his hands. The soft circular motion igniting tiny sparks in your belly, the intensity in his eyes are piercing your heart with need. The need to know everything about him, his good days and bad days. The need to hold him close, to hear the rhythm of his heart. The need to taste him, and savor your new favorite flavor.

"Ok." You concede.

He beams, dimples surface as his smile widens "yeah?"

You nod in agreement.

"I'll call you. Answer This time!" Eddie steps aside, opening the door for you to pass with a wide grin plastered on his face. Once he sees you've gotten in the car and driven away he punches the air in celebration. "Fuck yes!" He cheers.

"Wow." Austin nods, sitting in the tattoo chair, palm covering his mouth as he tries to hide his laugh.

"You!" Eddie points to Austin.

"You need to tell me everything."

It was like old friends reuniting after years apart, except they'd never met before. Austin sat in Eddie's chair for 6 hours. By the 2nd hour Austin had gotten his bodyguard to buy them some beers regardless of Eddie's disapproval since he was in the middle of tattooing. Who was he to tell a celebrity what to do? Eddie found out that Austin was a huge pokemon nerd and that's where they found common ground. Eddie brought you up more times than he wanted, afraid he'd sound too desperate to get to know you. He eventually asked him for advice regarding the date he was supposed to take you on and Austin informed him of all your favorite places to visit and eateries. By the end of the session they exchanged numbers and Austin even invited him to his home for a live stream of Nirvana covers, which Eddie excitedly agreed.

"Is uh, is Peach gonna be at the live stream?" Eddie asked as he placed a second skin over Austin's tattoo.

"Peach has been up my ass recently, so yeah, she'll be there." Austin proceeds to tip Eddie 2x more than the cost of the tattoo and thanks him for his work. They say their goodbyes and Eddie closes the shop for the night.

Eddie: All done for the night sweetheart. Are you busy? Can I call you?

His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as his cock plunges deep inside you. "Fuck you feel so tight." Moans of pleasure fill the room as he hits that spongy spot deep within your walls. He's mesmerized by where your glistening cunt sucks him in with every thrust. Your eyes focus on his tattoo covered chest and your heart swells at the sight of your name, in permanent ink written across his heart, a silent declaration of love. Sebastian's hips jerk as his orgasm crashes over him. "You're mine kitten, all fucken mine."

Taglist: @amira0303 @hideoutside @edsforehead @skank-sinatra13 @kissmejoey @ms1oftheboys

[loregoddess]

*stares off into the distance pensively* Oh, I am not going to be normal about any of the Live A Live characters am I?

Some first impressions and general thoughts on the Ch1s (sans Oerstead bc I just unlocked him, but I know I'm eventually not going to be well about him either thanks to certain spoilers I know)

Started with Sundown bc, cowboy, there are simply not enough cowboys in fiction that is not explicitly a western imo (Stoker understood this when he wrote Quincy into Dracula), and honestly his Ch1 was great, very interested to see how his story continues, he has about the same number of lines as John Wick though so not much impression on Sundown as a character yet, but I have a gut feeling telling me I'll like him a lot regardless.

Did Masaru's Ch1 next bc he uh, looks like a Modern!AU Asougi DGS, and honestly, it was good I played his chapter next bc I figured out the gist of the battle system like, waaay better than I did w/ Sundown. I liked the classic arcade fighter feel to how his chapter was setup, but man, I have barely any idea of his characterization either. The love for Tekken I have that's usually sleeping appreciates Masaru though, so just for the Tekken vibes alone I think I'll like him.

After that I played Cube's Ch1 bc, he's just a little dude! He's so cute! *deep breath* Then I proceeded to witness The Horrors. Loved how story-driven Cube's Ch1 was (although I really enjoyed his Ch1 boss fight, so I'm looking forward to actually getting to fight w/ Cube more), but man, what the fuck...I will not be normal about this little robot who looks like a sentient volleyball with sneakers and a cap. Really liked Kato's character too, absolutely dreading (in a good way) where this story arc will go though bc like, Ch1 was a weird combo of 2001 A Space Odyssey and Alien, and soooo compelling and dark, but also, that's just a little guy, he isn't even 24 hrs. old, leave him be.

Oboromaru Ch1 was next which like, loved it. MGS but make it Edo period Japan with ninjas. Went for the lowest possible kill count bc being offered to stealth my way through something and not kill all the NPCs was too reminiscent of MGS (which rewards the player for non-lethal runs) for me to pass up. A bit frustrating though bc Ode Castle is so fucking huge and it took me a while to figure out I would, in fact, have to kill the guard to get the cell key, but once I got the story actually in motion I had a lot of fun (even if I had to level grind off of ghosts due to my dedication to killing as few NPCs as possible). Really curious to see what turn the story will take now that Oboromaru's working for Ryoma.

Played Pogo Ch1 next, which was so goofy and fun, very good comic relief to balance out The Horrors. Not too many thoughts bc really, the chapter was fun, Pogo and his friends are fun, I appreciate the absurdist mid-90s caveman aesthetics.

Then played Akira's Ch1, and honestly going in I was mostly like "why does this kid look like a YuGiOh character?" but now? That's my son and if anyone hurts him I'm gonna start flinging bricks at them. Really enjoyed his Ch1 (except the battle against W-1, that was so hard for some reason), I'm not even a really big mech fan, but the general vibes and the depth of characterization for all the characters was just, so, so good. Also one of the fun "okay, this is a neat--what the fuck" moments when I got into the liquefied humans room. Really glad the writers decided the "near future" and "distant future" chapters would just be fucked up.

The Earthen Heart Shifu was the last Ch1 I played (to unlock Oerstead who is the last-last Ch1 I'll be playing I guess), but damn did it hit hard. Was not expecting to get all teared up about pixels but like--I knew from out-of-context spoilers that I'd end up with only one of the students, but I wasn't expecting the other two to get murdered. Anyhow, Lei ended up being my final set character (I loved all the students, but I knew whoever I trained more would be my main playable character and I liked her moveset/personality a lot, but damn, I'm gonna miss Hong and Yun a lot, they were cool too). What a story, like, just rip my heart out will ya, the ending got me. But I'm way more interested in how Lei's story will progress than when I came in not knowing really jack (also, probably my favorite character to use in combat so far, she's so versatile).

Overall, I really enjoy the diversity of gameplay and narrative styles depending on the character/era. Now that I have a handle on the combat system, it's super fun (was not sure how I'd like fighting on a grid system, but as soon as I found out I wasn't on a timer a la OG FF7, I was like, okay, I can make this work, I can still take my sweet time thinking), and the art and music is great too.

Love, love, love all the stories so far, I know some major spoilers (i.e. Odio is the Main Big Bad, Oerstead will eventually get possessed? by Odio? or something? and becomes the final boss?), but honestly that hasn't ruined anything for me so far bc I knew so little about all the main characters that I'm really enjoying learning their characterization and stories, and knowing Odio is the final big bad means I get a chuckle out of picking up on the naming scheme for all the chapter bosses (honestly, hats off to the writers/localizers for figuring out all the different ways to hide "Odio" in various names).

Very excited to see where the story/stories go, it's super fun so far.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

#FridayKiss Tag Game I

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

tagged by @druidx, thanks! it is not Friday anymore but I've had a hell of a 24 hrs so I'm posting this now as opposed to waiting until next Friday lol. I'm also tagging @drippingmoon, @oh-no-another-idea, @outpost51, and anyone who wants to, under no obligation of course

here have some fucked shit from Aurora lol:

The remaining Ganymede team leaned out of their shuttle to encourage him forward. Guetry took one look at him and vaulted out of the aircraft, pressing through his weakness to get to Warren. Mercury screamed after him, his desperation drowning in lava and air pressure. In a millisecond Warren saw his entire life in front of him. Going to the park with his parents. Celebrating early birthdays with his siblings. Graduating high school. Graduating college. The day Thrive crashed to Earth, weaving through the trees to reach the lodegan before ETHOS. Zipping through space in the L2. Stepping on an alien world for the first time. He'd lived one hell of an adventure, alright. The crust of Torris burst open beside him, almost searing him with hellfire. He screwed his eyes shut, awaiting the end. Sudden silence. An instant temperature change. He opened his eyes. Guetry stared right back from the floor of the Ganymede bridge. A pause settled before Guetry dragged himself to Warren, and Warren crawled to him, grasping him tightly, the relief sticking to the back of Warren's throat. Guetry breathlessly clutched his armor, his face, kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, shivered uncontrollably with the weight of his emotions. He looked into Warren's eyes and Warren realized there had been real fear there, real pain, and for Guetry's sake he pretended not to understand what that meant. Dazia burst onto the bridge and immediately swore upon seeing the two of them alive. "Thank fucking god. Okay, let's get the hell out of here." Warren scrambled to the viewscreen as everyone else began to pour into the room, relieved at him and Guetry being in one piece. "What happened?!" "We don't know!" Emnophene exclaimed. "You were there one minute, then a huge sinkhole opened up and we thought you and Guetry had died!" Mercury surged forward and gathered Guetry in a desperate, tight embrace, planting a solid, lengthy kiss to his mouth that surprised even Warren, who'd accidentally turned at that exact moment. Guetry's wide eyes spoke volumes. "I was leavin' you behind," Mercury breathed through clenched teeth, voice quaking as he gripped Guetry's stunned face in his hands and pressed several more kisses to him. "I had to leave you behind, you stupid man…" Sig's voice came in through the comm. "Are we still detonating or not?" Warren snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah. Yeah! ——— can handle it—we need to get out of here, 'cause we sure as shit can't!" Varussa slammed the Ganymede into gear. "Getting as far away from Torris as possible."

[supersabbatical2024]

4/15/24: Take OFF

We had a sabbatical with our kids 10 years ago, but we always new we might be heading off on our own on the next sabbatical. Here we are, flying duo, and feeling incredibly grateful to be meeting up with Mari a couple times during this multi phased trip, and also knowing our son is holding down the fort, caring for our special loved ones, including our dear Normie, and yes, Oreo, who seriously injured his back 48 hours before we left.

Was really intense heading off, away from Normie, not to mention our ailing dog, and the idea that anything can happen at any time. Life is funny that way, so you really have to remember to live and find joy. —-Quote from a not particularly famous daughter, mother, wife, dog mom, and home health aide, Sara Goetz

Claude upgraded us to Polaris on Untied to Nice, and that is fully half the fun of a trip — faucet OPEN. We each had our little pod, we had wine with dinner and ice cream sundaes for dessert, with hot fudge AND caramel —now THAT is living. And then Claude slept. I used the restroom, pulled out my drawing stuff and a magazine and my headphones and struggled with the tray table, used the bathroom, tried to read my magazine, watched 4 four episodes of the Frasier reboot show (and used restroom), tried to read my magazine, watched a movie, messed around with the lie-flat seat controls (…could it be that not flat was more comfortable than flat flat? Let me try that again…); had to pee again and then got myself situated again, tried to read my magazine, used the bathroom again; messed around with the remote control, located Relaxation DeepSleep mode, tested out the various video options combined with various audio options, but “mediation” music was kind of scary sounding, nature music was repetitive, classical (never truly calming for me, I think it dates back to when my dad would lug his 2 foot tall stereo speakers right up to the kitchen doorway and blow us all away with the classical radio station); ambient music was oddly bouncy and upbeat; switched to cities video, and “chill beats” which were not that chill, and the cities on the screen were too bright for sleeping, and my headphones were too bulky to lie on my side for sleeping, so I switched to Mari’s old airpods (which only have sound when twisted into a very specific position in your ear); then tried to get comfortable again, went to pee again, and then moved the seat up and down and determined that slightly less than full flat was truly the most comfortable; and then I got hot and changed out of my jeans right there under the blanket and THEN, I slept for a couple hours before we landed. And you know what Claude was doing the whOLE time…?

We rented our car and Claude drove us the 1.5 hrs to Aix to find the dump of a place that Claude picked out this time…all terraces and private gardens and beautiful arty decor, a pool complete with lion’s head fountain, chaise lounges, and a glorious minstrel breeze in the morning (Claude tells me it’s actually called a “Mistral” wind, which makes way more sense). If ya like that sort of thing. Seriously, though, it was just GORGeous!

We took naps and then dragged a ourselves out to dinner armed with a few suggestions from our lovely host Carole, and a will to meander. We ended up at Fauborg 46 (F’bg), where I had a fine Daurade and Claude had a steak. I had a Chardonnay, and actually said to the waiter, “un vin blanc, si vous plait” (just like Saski taught me before I left). French wine—Dee Lish OUS. Very hard to concentrate as we sat on the couch back at our place. I tried to read a kid’s book, T’Quipo about a not human but not quite bear with a red circle for a nose. Claude perused the tour guide for what to do tomorrow. He was looking for something slightly more specific than our general goal to eat as many croissants as possible in the next few weeks. I love staring at my husband sleeping, and I love when he wakes up, and I feel really really lucky to be on this trip, and this whole life’s journey, together with him.

[nomolosk]

Thought of this last night, and apparently I can't stop thinking about it until it's out in the world, so here, have some teenage Locklyle awkwardness:

The boys notice that Lucy can be clumsy sometimes. Specifically, sometimes when they're out on a case, she will somehow find the only puddle of blood there, no matter if it's just the size of a drop, and manage to sit on it. Mostly it's not noticeable afterward because of her typically dark work clothes, but Lockwood's gotten warnings from nightcabbies about leaving blood on the seats. Lockwood's told them, in return, to maybe think about reupholstering in a darker color, seeing how they cater to people who can end up filthy as well as bloody after a night's work.

George figures it out a couple months before Lockwood, but says nothing, since it's both embarrassing and not his business. Not to mention that he and Lucy are finally starting to get along and he doesn't want to mess anything up.

Lockwood figures it out after one case when there's no logical reason for any of them to be the least bit bloody and yet there's still a small patch of it on Lucy's backside. He only notices because Lucy hadn't done her laundry and wore a lighter pair of jeans instead of her usual dark skirt and tights combo. (He totally wasn't looking at her butt, he was staring into space and her butt happened to be in the way, shut up George) She's also restless and really eager to get back home- another thing usual for when she finds those blood puddles.

Lockwood makes a snap decision to stop by a ghost warded 24 hr pharmacy for headache medicine, claiming that the deathglow was too bright and he forgot his sunglasses. He makes Lucy go in with him despite her protests and makes sure to tell her to get anything else she needs. He's even sensitive enough to pretend that he can't decide on a brand of medicine so she has to come and find him after making her own purchases. He then grabs the first bottle he touches on the shelf and announces he needs to use the restroom before they leave.

George tells them off for taking ages once they climb back into the cab, but Lockwood is satisfied that Lucy seems much more relaxed. The next month he gets them all an additional pouch to put on their work belts. He doesn't tell them what to use it for, stating that he needed more room for chocolate, since George was such a sneaky thief, but Lucy stops sitting in bloody puddles after that.

[lindholmline]

going to be inactive bc i’m on vacation visiting my bestie!!! but i’ve had a crazy 24 hrs and some how my spirits are still high

story below the break

so at 10:30 am yesterday morning i got a notification that jetblue cancelled my flight @ 4 pm. instead of panicking i spent $173 on a new flight with southwest

at 12 pm, that flight gets delayed (you just gotta laugh)

4:30 pm waiting to board, it gets delayed again (only by 15 minutes this time)

4:45 pm i’m in line ready to board (i paid for priority boarding so I was A 13 bc free for all seating stresses me out)

4:50 pm this random middle aged woman comes and stands next to our area (11-14) and says nothing, so i ask her what her boarding thing was (her paper ticket was all folded) and she replies “i don’t know A 15” and i said “oh great! i’m A 13” she looks me dead in the eyes and says “IT’S REALLY NOT THAT SERIOUS” i just smiled (the woman behind me scoffed though) and then she left her suitcase and stormed off to the desk (she came back without another word)

5 pm we are boarding! yay! she doesn’t cut me off, in fact she doesn’t board with A 1-30 at all she literally boards at the very end of the B boarding group (i laughed when she boarded so late from my row 6 window seat)

immediately upon boarding the family behind me (two daughters and their mom) are fighting. like hitting and kicking each other and yelling (the whole flight is staring) let the record show the kids are probably 12/13 and way too old to be behaving like that

after listening to the fighting, a flight attendant traveling in the row in front of me, got up and offered to switch seats with one of them (they declined, were quiet for a minute before continuing to fight)

the girl behind me told her mom “you’re selfish for making me come on this trip, i don’t care about washington, i don’t trust a thing you say” the mom was like “no let’s make the most of it, we’ll have fun” before the daughter said “if you didn’t make me come i wouldn’t have lost my airpods” to which the mom said “but i bought you new ones to replace them” and the daughter screams (yes i was wearing noise cancelling headphones) “i would still have my original ones though it doesn’t matter”

she continued to kick and push my seat the whole flight, while the man in the middle man spread so bad his foot was on my backpack and i could feel his leg hair on mine

but i made it! and had a good night!

this morning jetblue informed me i won’t be getting a refund, which is the only thing that has nearly brought me to tears in the past 24 hrs

[dollyrps]

ꗯ 𝗡𝖤𝖫𝖫𝒴𝖮𝖭𝘼𝙄𝙍. 🎙️ 2/21/25. ❩

⑅⃛ duration 𖫲 one—hr.

“wassup, bitches! you tunin’ in to nelly on air and another fuck it friday. what’s the vibes today, what’s it givin’?” she grinned, thumbing through a couple note sheets before glancing back up. “what we saying fuck it to today? what we mad about? girl,” nelly chuckled, shaking her head and sighing into the microphone. “i ain’t even saying fuck it, i’m saying fuck you to the poe ass niggas in my comments last week ‘cause they mad bad bitches expect to be tricked on every day. like, who raised these ponks?” she laughed into the mic, shaking her head at the thought of that kind. “i double down on everything i say, so like i said, valentine’s day just another day ‘cause you should expect that treatment 24/7, the fuck?!”

“so, yea, lemme’ hear y’all fuck its in the comment section and pleaaaase, god, pleaaase don’t piss me off!” she shuffled her papers to the next topic at hand, scanning the text before glancing up at her team. “who put this on the docket?” she smirked. “y’all messy, i like that. so, trippie redd tweeted some outta’ pocket shit last week basically saying ‘to any bitch i ever did wrong, i’d do it again’ … after allegedly cheating on his pregnant baby mother, coi lerae. i mean, this nigga ain’t say shit we didn’t already know. he foul as fuck and ain’t even all that to be— okay, nelly, be nice. he embarrassed her before, why we shocked he did it again? this why you can’t pay me a million dollas’ to let a nigga get me pregnant, tuh! shout out to coi tho’. let’s get into some music, chile.”

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“okay, so this week we have an advice segment where listeners send in a question and i’ll give them my advice. you know, i’m well—seasoned ‘round this bitch so ion’ mind sharing my expertise with y’all.” nelly chuckled while flipping through her papers to find the anonymous advice. “okay, it says … hey, nelly! i’m a big fan of the station and the nelly show, and i loved you and elektra together on period pod! here’s my question, me and my boyfriend have been together for over a year now and we’ve recently been going back and forth over small shit. now, as a city girl myself, i threatened to leave him if things weren’t going to get better because i know there’s a lot of niggas that would love his place in my life. fast forward, everything is all good until one night we were fucking and this man had the nerve to call me by his exes’ name! yes, girl, his exes’ name! i confronted him later in the night but he swears it was an innocent slip up. what do i do, girl? was it a slip up? help meeee, please!”

“bats eyelashes, blank stare! bitch, huuuuhhh? what do you mean what do you do? there’s only two ways you can go about it. you can either leave him, simple as that. orrrr … wait until the next time y’all fuck, call him a random niggas’ name, and then leave! like, is he good? he wouldn’t be if he was fuckin’ with me because i would’ve choked his ass out so qui—, oh hell no. i’m not gonna lie, he still fucking on that girl. this nigga is not your man and you need to run while you only in the first year of the relationship. hope this helps, babe!” she looked around the room with an ‘i told you so’ expression across her facial features. “i try to tell y’all these niggas ain’t shit, but anyway! thank you everyone for tuning into another day of nelly on air. also, fuck with the latest episode of the nelly show that dropped last night! let a bitch know what it gaaave. alright, talk to you bitches later. mwuaaah!”