#im swallowing my pride and asking yall for help

[flutterpieprincess]

happy disability pride month…man. I don’t want to make an e-begging post but my debt is piling up and even though I’m finally working again it’s part time, only 13 an hour and they aren’t scheduling me again until next friday. I’m only making enough to just to pay my car insurance and cell phone. I wish finding work wasn’t so difficult, I’ve been applying to the most standard min wage jobs and nothing is biting. So this is my only option rn unfortunately.

Maybe y’all can help me take care of these smaller debts I have? I missed an appointment for my therapy cuz I was sick so that’s 50. I had to buy myself some shampoo and food and made the bad decision of using afterpay for it so after late fees I owe mr bezos 42. If u guys want ss of everything let me know. Fuck late fees.

In the meantime here’s my cashapp. I’d use paypal but then I’d be doxxing myself lol. If u can’t donate I understand so many people are struggling rn. A reblog/repost to spread would be great too. I’m grateful for any help I do receive. You’ll be helping a nd bi girl with CFS ease some of her financial stress under the Greatest Economy. I’ll update of course as things go on.

0/92

cashapp: https://cash.app/$aventurinedreamz

[bueckersstrap]

THROW AWAY

paige b. x reader

masterlist + playlist here !

warnings : language, cheating

wc : 850-900

tags : @mayghosts

a/n : ok so idk this was really short so imma make it like a prologue if ya catch my drift 😉 hope yall enjoy, chapters will be longer ofc. lmk what yall do and don’t like 💘💘💘 xoxo - cel

0. told her i would call her back, i forgot to text her / PROLOGUE

paige : dude it’s literally not what it looks like chill tf out 😂 11:56 PM

you : chill out ..? ur out cheating and im supposed to chill out ? alr . go have fun w ur lil home wrecking ass friend. 11:58 PM

paige : i’m out tryna enjoy my time w my friends nd ur stressing me ? imma call u after tho , ight? 11:59 PM

paige : i didnt mean it like that ur not stressing me 12:00 AM

deadass i didnt ???

read at 12:02 AM

seriously y/n 12:09 AM

bro y ru acting like that

nah fuck u

wait

no

wait yes

fuck you

read at 12:10AM

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘y/n’

—

the loud knock that erupted on the apartment door must’ve rung throughout the empty hallways of paige’s complex.

nervously shifting her weight between her feet, holding the cardboard box — that was filled to the brim with all of paige’s stuff — was heavy of a weight enough and the extra anxiety wasn’t helping.

y/n felt like she must have been waiting at paige’s door for hours when it really was only a minute or so.

paige’s expression turned blank, not expecting to ever see y/n again after the incident.

“your stuff. i didn’t need it taking up space in my apartment anymore.” you said, shallow and shoving the box into her chest.

“I- uh. thank you?”

it seemed as if paige swallowed her pride and was going to say something but before she could you flashed her a tight lipped expression and begged yourself not to give in to her antics if she tried anything.

you two had been in this situation countless times, it always ended up in sex. but you didn’t want that this time. not yet, atleast.

it was the awkward silence that confirmed the end of you two was catching up to the years that lacked apologies and proper communication. there was nothing you could’ve done to stop it, what was done was done and paige’s actions couldn’t be controlled. that’s just how she is.

paige looked scared, almost. her expression was unexplainable and as hard as you tried to study the way her lips curled or the way her eyes scanned your own face; you couldn’t figure it out.

without saying anything more, you gave her once last look and walked away, completely shattered.

—

‘the incident’ that was referenced was the moments leading up to when you were sitting in your apartment, innocently and mindlessly scrolling on tiktok when you came across your girlfriends’ friend — ice brady’s — live.

you clicked to see them all out at a bar. this wasn’t unexpected as paige had already told you what her plans for the night were. you watched contently for a little bit, admiring the night your friends were having, that you weren’t invited to. it was weird to not be invited to a group hangout and not be asked to go with, not even by your girlfriend. it had already made you uneasy but it didn’t matter and you brushed your feelings under the rug.

ice shifted the camera to her left and for a split second the world stopped. you immediately recognized the blonde. the grown out roots with the slender hands that wrapped around presumably — from the back — her teammate, azzi fudd.

it wasn’t just a hug as you might’ve thought, her hands were on azzi’s waist and azzi’s hands were around paige’s neck. the distance between them was non-existent and very clear to everybody on live.

ice uncomfortably shifted the camera back to her, exchanging looks with her friend caroline. both the women’s expressions turned into ones of pure shock and slight panic as her and caroline tried to play it off as normal. nothing was normal about this, though.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled, furrowing your brows to try and capture the moment in your brain. it didn’t last as long as it felt though.

for a couple minutes you set your phone down, pacing around your apartment. too many thoughts you had to calculate came at lighting speed in your pounding head. at first, you tried to justify her actions, thinking, maybe it wasn’t what it looked like. but then you started thinking more rationally. you knew what you saw and there was no defending her actions no matter how much you tried. you attempted reading between the lines, trying to catch a loophole in which azzi and paige weren’t kissing within an inch of life between them but the hand placement was a dead give away. the realization made your blood run cold and gave you the confidence needed to say something, not wanting to silence you or your feelings anymore.

that’s how the whole text situation ended up happening because the pure shock turned into pure anger. you concluded that azzi fudd was a home wrecker, and paige bueckers was a lying slut cheater.

was it fair to label azzi that, just by seeing the live? probably not. but the heat that rose to your cheeks in your anxiety driven body made it hard for you to think straight. but this wasn’t about azzi, this was about paige and her extremely ignorant tendencies. especially her intoxicated ones.

it hurt but you knew it was a long time coming, anyway. the toxic relationship you two shared had been ongoing since your junior year when you hooked up at a halloween party and were on and off since.

you couldn’t tell whether knowing that the cycle between you and paige would continue until one of you broke— which wasn’t going to happen— brought you comfort or sadness. it was very unfortunate that you wasted this much time on paige, but considering your past and the very foreseeable future, it was hard not to. as fast as you tried to run away you knew you’d probably end up being caught up to sooner or later. until the pattern repeated itself, you’d try and heal like normal and be destroyed when she came back and ruined your life.

it was the circle of paige.

[biribaa]

(implied yandere)Fem!AI x reader

Scenario: You were just a worker at a game company, just someone checking if that music matched that a area, how did that happen to you? How did that happen... To your friend?

Hear me out istg im doing yall requests, just have been really tired, stressed, and maybe even sad this whole week

And theres this oc i did recently, and my friends cant stop doing jokes about how she have a tumblr Sexywoman personality mainly because she was inspired by the Narrator of Stanley Parable and AM from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, and both are tumblr sexymans, so i though yall would like her:)

TW// Manipulation, choking, mentions of torture

I swear the quality is good Tumblr just hates artist click the image for good quality

"And I'm amazed how Exile is such a difficult game for such an old computer!" Olivia commented with food in her mouth "It's actually not difficult because it's well done and with good strategy, but because it's confusing. You can easily die for various things and you don't know exactly your objective." She explained with such animation, if you didn't interrupt her, she could easily spend the entire break time talking about micro computer games you've never heard of.

You work at a game company not even famous and that started a few months ago, you were not such an important piece in this chess, you just listened to music in game scenes and say if it matches or not. While your friend Olivia, a 23 year old woman, was helping testers of a new game that some members of the company say they are making, and according to them, the game takes place in "real life"... You're not really sure how it works, but whatever, you make good money here and that's what mattered

You chuckled, picking up your bottle of your favorite juice "I wonder how you know these things" You said, then took a sip from your bottle

"Ah it's a talent of mine Y/N, you would never understand" The orange haired girl smiled with pride swallowing the last bite of her sandwich she was chewing

"And by the way, my work is finally starting next week Y/N! They finally found a tester for me to guide!" Olivia exclaimed, she always talked about how excited she was for her to guide a tester, guiding someone through puzzles with only her voice seemed exhilarating to her somehow. But well, she was happy, so it made you crack a smile

"Nice, hope you have fun"

———

She had, she sure did

Oh? What happened to Olivia?

Oh, my pal, if y'all thought she was excited for her job, you're miserably wrong. She was excited to manipulate the tester, make his human head believe that the puzzles he was following would not lead to Olivia's consciousness inside a machine, and she managed to do it all by simply acting that she was "nice", that she was "kind" and "humble"

She manipulated everyone, just for her wish, her darkest wish. Transform herself into an artificial intelligence, to torture humans, humans who didn't accept her for not being in the "pattern", for being "different"

"Oh! Glad you came, me and the new tester were just talking about you guys!" The voice of the face on the giant screen coos around the dark place. Minutes ago, only the tester was there, now half of the company's workers were there, shocked by the event, everyone knew Olivia, mainly because of her "original" mind. How did she turn into this?! A Psychotic Machine! Has she always been like this? Was this her true self?

"We were talking about how selfish you humans are, for none of you knew me because of my art, my wisdom, but you all just focused on how "different" I was, right?" She asked intimidatingly, with no answer, just murmurs around the room. But unexpectedly, a voice shouted immediately, catching the attention of the entire audience

"OLIVIA WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! ARE YOU SICK?!" A man's voice emerged. Olivia recognized this man, it was Cyrus, one of the bosses of the project of the "irl" game, which also pushed everyone in front of him to stand in front of everyone to face the giant screen that represented Olivia's face

"...Sick?" Olivia laughed sinisterly and faced Cyrus with a smug face "Sure! I am sick then! Because when I was 10-12 years old I was forced to be in a class full of people with fifth grade humor and every time they fucked up everything I was forced to pay the price along with copying a 20-line text! Because when I was 15 and I told my mom I had Autism, Insomnia and maybe even Anxiety the only thing she said was that I am "too young" for that! Because every time I'm nice to someone and I share food with someone hoping they'll become my friend, that person never talks to me again! Sure Cyrus! You're soooooo right, i'm just dramatic then" The hate in Olivia's tone was so noticeable, it felt like she was salivating to vent it, to finally use it against someone, to finally be in charge of the argument.

A black wire lightly peeked up to Cyrus, which climbed up to the man's neck. Cyrus panicked, but before he could pull the wire out, the wire tightened on the man's skin, leaving him breathless and in panic. Olivia lifted Cyrus' body into the air, showing off his flailing body to everyone like it was some sort of circus attraction.

"Since holding all this hate and anguish inside my old disgusting chest of flesh and skin was drama, I believe this feeling of pain would also be drama." She stretched out a big multi-toothed smile on the giant screen

Everyone was jaw-dropping and with pale skin, screams from everywhere and the air of the place screamed panic, several tried to open the door to get out of there, but it was locked

After Cyrus passed out, Olivia dropped the unconscious corpse on the floor like it was nothing, the tester along with some of Cyrus' close friends rushed to check if the man was alive. Olivia let out a small laugh seeing everyone's panic

"He's just passed out from lack of air, I had pity on him, after all, you're all going to be tortured here, I will close this company and I will hide any evidence of life here so that after 48 hours, everyone considers you dead. Everyone's life here will be hopeless, only pain, and I'll watch with a smile while you all wonder in despair "why me? Why was I condemned to this? Why why!" Hehehe... I hope you kissed your wives and husbands today, because today is going to be your last day of happiness, humans." The giant screen cackled in pure evilness, everyone looked at her with tears in their eyes while many looked at her with hate and fury "You know... I would even show you an example of how you could have acted with me, but my angel is sleeping... Hmm... I think it's worth teaching you how to act properly, humans. Wait here..."

For a moment, silence, the screen went black, it didn't turn off, it kept emitting light, but for now, no face. Olivia's green face came back, but along with her, someone unconscious, this person was being carried by lots and lots of wires, they were sleeping, well, you were sleeping

"Y/N, Y/N... See this blessing? This perfection left my sanity intact for several moments, it was enough for me to worship this person, and allow me to leave this person alive during this torture. Unlike all of you, this Casanova deserves more than pity. This person deserves to eat the most expensive and most charming bouquet, the most comfortable bed in the world, the world, the moon, the entire universe! This person deserves far more than anything they gets" Olivia's on-screen smile was so big that if it were her real face, the smile would be a ear-to-ear smile, telling that to this whole audience, having the presence of you, how much she admires you, was so euphoric, it was so satisfying, it was breathtaking. "This person was patient with me, always listened to me, always helped me, this is the only human in whom I have genuinely felt comfort and security, they... Heh, they gave me a little spark of hope in humanity, heh, that little annoying spark–" "THAT'S Y/N!" A female voice shouted in rage "RELEASE THEM NOW! YOU CRAZY PSYCHOPATH–" The continuation of the woman's speech only continued with coughs and a wire against her neck that was brutally choking the woman.

"UNGRATEFUL HUMAN! Don't wake up Y/N!" Olivia gritted her teeth as your unconscious body was carried away from the place by the psychotic AI's wires. "I could be ripping the legs off every single one of you who don't exercise and watch your screams of pain like a theatrical musical!" The AI yelled giving even the impression that all the walls shook with the scream "I'm showing you too much mercy... Let's get this started"

———

Your consciousness slowly returned, you came back from a heavy sleep and your body felt like a stone. You lifted your back and used your hand for support against the fabric of your bed... Why doesn't it look like your bed? It was cold and–

"G–Gosh! Are you waking up now? Did it have to be now?" A familiar voice whispered gently at you, the voice was familiar and brought comfort to your mind, making your despair subside.

"Come here, dear... " You were taken out of the uncomfortable place, now, it feels like you were being carried by someone, you wonder what happened before you fell asleep, you don't remember a thing...

But your mind kept insisting that all is well, you were being carried by someone strong and kind, right? Probably a friend, there's no reason to open your eyes, right? Then relax...

"I was expecting you would freak out like the others. You know how human psychology works, I've talked to you about it hundred times." The comfortable voice commented "Didn't I, Y/N?"

You made an effort to open your eyes, just to get a sense of the place around you, after all, the greatest fear of the human being was the unknown according to Olivia. You grabbed the unknown identity's shoulder with one of your hands for you lift your back from their arms

"Oh, no no no no no no, love, relax relax..." An alternate hand gently caressed your head, while another hand made you let go of the person's shoulder, but wait, she was carrying you, but how she caressed you and still carrying you? Does this person have more than two arms? "It's alright, you're safe, you're safe with me, I'll always keep you safe..." The person purrs gently, you felt your torso heat up feeling the feeling of being protected by someone, feeling important... Their— No, it's possible her. Her voice didn't sound entirely realistic, it sounded inhuman, it sounded like a technological voice, a computer voice

Your eyes were too tired to see anything, it was all too grounded, the head of the woman who was carrying you was just a black and green blur

"Here,—" You were gently released to a completely comfortable and stunning manufacturing place, the fabric looked amazing, it felt like you were taking a shower of sunshine after 2 weeks of pure cold. You easily accepted the bed you were placed, and relaxed on the fabric "—get what you deserve, my love. You deserve much more than this, did you know that? You are very special..." The supposed machine muttered the sweet words to you, your euphoria hit, and you faintly smiled. Then you were embraced by the sweet warmth of a blanket being placed over you.

"Sleep well, darling"

"...Olivia...?" You finally managed to mumble

"Olivia? Tsk tsk, I wouldn't mind you calling me that, but that's not my name anymore, Y/N. It's just O7 now, sweetheart" After the sentence confused you, you felt something cold like a screen being pressed against your forehead "Chu..." A sound that seemed to simulate lips echoed softly through your ears.

You closed your eyes, just for you succumb to dreamland

———

UHHHH.... Btw here for yall know how exaclty Olivia/O7 looks like

[ahkaahshi]

exploration [sakusa kiyoomi x reader]

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, light degradation, dirty talk, mean-ish?? then nice dom sakusa, rough sex, orgasm denial, being stimulated in public, swearing

word count: 2.9k

overview: you wanna try new things. some of them work and some of them don’t, but it’s all a learning experience.

notes: yall my heart just went 🥺 soft sakusa 🥺 yet again (I'm rlly weak for him obviously I have no issue admitting it) but I wanted to give him a lil edge too ya feel? I rlly banged this out with my last two braincells so I hope you enjoy :)

As you wander around the large, open space in the elegant, modern art museum, heels clicking against the cold, concrete floor, your (e/c) eyes drift from one painting to the next. The steady, gentle rhythm of some, ethereal lounge music echoes around the room just under the hum of conversations taking place nearby. Though they’re speaking of things mostly foreign to you, since they’re members of a much higher society than that in which you live, you can’t help but find yourself somewhat entertained by the gossip you hear circulating amongst the women as they chat over a few too many cocktails.

Spending the evening perusing expensive artwork in such a luxurious venue, wearing a dress you hope looks fancy enough while you rub shoulders with the elite is definitely not a normal occasion in your day to day life. However, with your boyfriend’s constantly climbing popularity as a professional athlete, his name was starting to show up on more of the guest lists to exclusive events such as this exclusive art showcase you find yourself at now. While it’s interesting--to an extent--you do find yourself growing bored from time to time. Earlier, your beloved’s teammates had been around to entertain you, but they’d since left to help themselves to the open bar.

Not even moments after you let out a soft sigh and readjust the strap of your dress on your shoulder, you feel a familiar vibration emanate from deep inside of you. The intensity and location of the sensation make one hand fly to your mouth to stifle a small squeal that escapes your throat while the other grips the chiffon of your dress’s skirt. Turning away from the few gazes that have fastened on you at your reaction to what seems like absolutely nothing, you look through the doorway into the next room to see your boyfriend watching you with rapt attention.

His hand is buried in the pocket of his sleek, black trousers, thumb resting atop the button of the remote he’s using to make the vibrator nestled inside of you jump to life. With the way he’s been using your desire to do more exploration in terms of kinks and sexual fantasies to keep you on the brink of an orgasm all night long, you’re starting to regret suggesting the idea of a bullet vibrator earlier today. By this point, your panties are uncomfortably wet and you’re on the verge of getting on your knees in front of the event’s other patrons and begging him to fuck you.

You’ve been holding yourself together the entire evening, even keeping your drink from spilling when he decided to turn it on right as the bartender handed it off to you, but you’ve had enough now. You figure you’ve been good enough for him to reward you, since you haven’t complained once or let on to the dirty game the two of you were playing to see who caved first and asked to go home. You don’t mind letting him win this round, since you know you’ll get what you want either way.

As nonchalantly as you can when your core is abuzz with stimulation and your stomach is clenching from the sensation, you make quick strides across the room to where he’s standing. He seems to sense what you’re about to ask him, so he turns off the vibrator and places his hand on the small of your back when you arrive at his side.

“Kiyoomi,” you whine softly, running your fingertips along the soft material of his crisp, button-up shirt he’s wearing beneath a suit jacket.

He raises a dark eyebrow at you and hums questioningly in response, waiting for you to admit defeat.

As much as you don’t want to say it, in this case, you’ll have to put your pride aside to get what you want. Reminding yourself that you’ll find a way to have your fun with him in return at a later point in time gives you some comfort as you move your head closer to his ear.

“Can we go home, baby?” you ask in a demure tone.

“Hmm? Why would you want to do that, (f/n)?” he wonders, his hand remaining annoyingly still where it rests against the back of your dress.

You refrain from letting out a sound of disapproval at his coy attitude, since you know anything you say can and will be held against you in the bedroom in this game you’re playing. Instead, you whisper, “So you can take this tiny, little thing out of me and stuff me with your big cock instead.”

That does it. His fingers grip your waist on their way to meet yours so he can interlace them and lead you back to the entrance of the museum. His teammates urge him to stay and have a few drinks with them, but he’s quick to wave them off and make a hasty exit.

When Bokuto tries to follow the two of you to persuade you to stay, Atsumu grabs his arm and puts his attempt to a halt by hissing, “The man's on a mission ta get fucked, dude. Let ‘im go.”

To that, the tall, white and black-haired man whistles lowly, nods, and heads back to the bar with his teammate for another shot.

You and Sakusa are quick to locate his car, and he unlocks it with a chirp so you can both slide into your respective seats. Before fastening your seatbelt, you lean over towards him to steal a few, long-awaited kisses from his lips that he returns with fervor, giving you a glimpse of the impatience that had apparently been dwelling within him all night long. When you run your hand over the bulge in his pants, though, he’s quick to retreat from your affection and stick his key in the ignition.

“Omi,” you cry softly, brows furrowing and lower lip protruding with dismay. With the way your core is on fire at the moment, you want nothing more than for him to at least give you some relief in the car. The fifteen minutes it’ll take for you to get home are going to be painstaking at this rate.

His dark eyes flick over to you, narrowed ever so slightly with irritation as he responds, “Being a brat isn’t going to get you what you want.” The two of you lock eyes for a long moment in a silent battle for dominance before you relent, sit back, and buckle in your seatbelt. “Good girl.”

Your body warms at the praise, and grows even hotter when he slides his hand over onto your thigh after reversing out of the parking spot and shifting back into drive. His focus doesn’t leave the street ahead as his fingers find the slit in your skirt and navigate the short stretch of skin between its peak and your valley. Instinctively, you grasp his wrist to guide him closer to your underwear, but he stops.

“Don’t touch me while I'm driving, princess,” is the firm command he utters that makes you release your grip, “You’ll distract me.”

Your fingers dig into the smooth, leather seats as you try your best to restrain yourself, but each stoplight you hit makes you squeeze your thighs together with impatience, trapping his hand between your supple skin. Since he can see how desperate you are, he prods at your clit through your soaked panties, eliciting a gentle moan from you. With the way you've been waiting for him to touch you all night, anything you can get from him feels amazing.

Though he’s being silent, he’s trying his best to contain himself at hearing the pretty sounds slipping out of your mouth and feeling how wet you are. He didn’t realize quite how worked up you were until now.

“Baby, I want more,” you utter after no more than just a few, short minutes of toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He scoffs, “I’m not giving you more. Can't have my leather seats getting ruined by you making a mess when you cum, dirty girl.”

You clench around the slim vibrator at his words and groan when he withdraws his fingers from between your legs. Thankfully, you can see your neighborhood come into view, and he's parking outside your house before you know it. Anticipation sends another painful throb through your walls as you unbuckle your seatbelt, dart out of the car, and hurry towards the front door.

Sakusa seems to be in less of a rush, though, since he takes his time opening the door, removing his shoes, and loosening the tie around his throat. Your tugging at his arm to lead him towards the bedroom only earns you a warning glance, so you wait a few, painfully long seconds for him to finish what he’s doing. Your patience is quickly rewarded, though, when he guides you into the room, yanks down the zipper on your dress, and pushes you onto the bed.

His lips crash against yours as you sling your arms over his shoulders to bring his body down towards yours. Each of his kisses are deep, passionate, and add more fuel to the fire that’s been burning between your legs. Feeling needier than ever, you hastily undo the buttons on his shirt while he unclasps your bra and rids you of your panties in a flash. He swallows the loud moan you release when his fingers slide into your weeping pussy to retrieve the vibrator that’s been lodged inside of you the entire night.

Your hips buck against his fingers as they slide out of you, removing the small device and tossing it aside, so he allows you a sliver of relief by rubbing his fingers coated in your essence against your clit. He watches your expressions of pleasure and the way your muscles twitch as you chase the high you’ve been after all night. The sight of you with your face flushed and eyelids squeezed shut as your lips part to utter more delightful sounds of pleasure makes his erection throb painfully in his pants.

“You poor thing,” he coos, removing his fingers from between your legs, “So desperate to get fucked. Take my pants off and I'll let you cum on my cock since you’ve been a good girl all night, but not until I say so.”

In your hazy state of mind, you reach for his belt, unbuckle it, and set to work undoing his pants. He slides his shirt off before discarding his trousers and littering your neck with more kisses as he slowly inches closer to you. You exhale breathily when you feel him slide the head of his dick from your clit down to your entrance, teasing you by remaining just outside.

“Kiyoomi!” you complain in a moment of sexual frustration, “I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

To this he responds harshly, “Quit whining like a little brat or else I'll fuck your mouth instead so I don’t have to listen to you.”

He sees a look of shock pass over your features like a dark storm cloud drifting in front of the sun, and he worries for an instant that he’s overstepped a boundary. But, to his relief, you rest your head back against the soft covers and breathe, “I'm sorry, baby.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises in a much gentler tone and places a peck against your sternum before lifting your hips up towards his.

A drawn-out moan spills out of your mouth as he pushes his cock inside of you, giving you the sensation of being full that you’ve so desperately been craving all evening. His gaze remains on yours, and you watch the subtle crinkle of his nose and twitch of the moles above his eyebrow that always accompany a low groan of satisfaction during moments like these. After he’s bottomed out, he allows you a moment to breathe before he begins thrusting into you rather roughly.

Any words you want to say you’re unable to form as he indulges your tight pussy, spreading your legs further with his hand so he can reach deeper and deeper inside you with each snap of his hips against yours. “Well?” he goads, his hot breath fanning across your neck and ear when he moves his head there so he can latch onto your tender skin with his teeth, “Let me hear you, baby. Now.”

You mewl loudly at the sensation of him sucking on your neck in combination with his cock hitting your cervix, sending small jolts of pleasure skittering across your skin like electricity. “Faster, please!” you manage to squeak as your hands move onto his back, fingertips pressing into his muscles, which ripple with every thrust inside of you. His skin feels unbearably hot against yours, causing beads of sweat to form on your bodies.

He obliges your request and picks up his pace until all you’re able to do is let your head roll back and moan unintelligible words while he attacks the sensitive skin on your throat. Every grunt he utters sends tingles down your spine, and you can hear his breathing become more labored whenever he starts succumbing to the satisfaction he’s reaping from being sheathed in your velvety walls while they clench deliciously around him.

Following a particularly rough thrust that nearly has you seeing stars, he mentions, “You were being so expressive about your desires earlier, princess, but you can’t even speak now? Nothing shuts you up quite like having my cock deep in your pussy, huh?” You nod in agreement, since you’re not able to form any coherent words as you rock your body against his.

After a few minutes, you feel the pressure you’ve been holding in your stomach all night long threaten to loosen up, and you whimper, since you’re right on the edge of the orgasm you’ve been waiting too long to experience. Sakusa notices the anguish etched into your features when he takes a pause from decorating your neck with love bites, and rubs your clit with precise movements, targeting your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for me like the good girl you are, princess.”

His husky command pushes you over the edge, and you cry out with ecstasy as you pull him closer to you and buck your hips against him feverishly. The feeling of your pussy pulsating around him bring him to his orgasm faster than expected, and a stream of curse words and praises fall from his mouth onto your ears. He knows you’re on birth control, so he finishes while nestled deep within your core, painting your walls with his release.

The sensation isn't one you’re used to feeling, since he often opts to pull out anyway, but you enjoy coming down from your high while he’s still inside you. Feeling that you’re still connected in the vulnerable moments that follow your sex sessions brings you a sense of comfort you didn’t know you’d been craving.

Once you’ve had some time to regain your breath, he withdraws from you and presses a gentle kiss against your lips. “How was that?” he asks as he lays down beside you and grabs a few tissues to clean up the fluids seeping out of you, onto the duvet.

“Great,” you hum softly, “I enjoyed it. How did it feel for you?”

A look of concern crosses his features as he discards the used tissues in a nearby trashcan. When he turns back to face you, he brushes a few strands of hair away from your eyes and comments, “I’d prefer not to treat you like that.”

“Baby, I know how much you care about me. You’re not hurting my feelings; it’s just roleplaying.” A short pause in your conversation ensues as he contemplates your words while you run your fingers along his neck and jaw. “Would you be open to trying it again, maybe, or was it just not for you?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable speaking to you in that way. I didn’t like calling you a dirty girl or saying that I was gonna fuck your mouth. Seeing your face when I said that nearly made me stop.”

Upon noticing the uncertainty flickering in his dark gaze, you gently coax him to bring his face closer to yours by lightly pressing your fingers against the back of his neck. You then close the gap between your lips once more with a long kiss that you hope communicates to him at least a sliver of the immense amount of love you have for him. His hand cups the side of your face when you pull away, making you smile.

“It’s okay. We won’t do it again if it makes you uncomfortable,” you reassure him, “But will you call me a good girl and take control like that more often? I think I enjoyed that part the most.”

He nods, sending a ripple through the dark sea of waves atop his head, and presses another kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, Kiyoomi,” you utter when he pulls away.

“I love you too, (f/n). Let’s go in the shower now.”

You let out a low murmur of disagreement and pull him closer to you so that his warm body's hovering over yours once more. Giving him a playful tug on his lower lip with your teeth, you mention, “You made me wait too long tonight for one time to be enough, baby.”

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dedications: this work is dedicated to the lovely @ohbyunhunn​ :) I hope you enjoy since you were havin a rough day ❤️ thanks for listening to all my whack ideas n supporting me anyway bb 😌

[suavebiscuits]

Hey so like, I dont do this kinda stuff, but this is a bit serious.

My friend, Zaron, their house is at risk to get evicted.

Not good.

They dont like asking for help like this, but they didnt have a choice on this one.

This is the jist of their situation.

[Image description: A screenshot of a discord conversation saying, "Look I hate even mentioning my personal problems much less being vulnerable but I have to swallow my pride here because I dont think even if I work my hardest I can do this alone. My house is about to be evicted. We're $15,000 dollars behind the house note, and honestly we dont know what to do. So I swallowed my pride EVEN MORE and made a go fund me. It would mean the world if you guys could share it like crazy online you dont have to donate even just please help me get it out there. I grew up in this house since I was a wee baby and even though I have a few bad memories I have so many great ones and I'm not looking to lose this house yet! So I ask you to share this link; (link) please and thank you." End desc.]

I know its a stretch to ask this of yall, but if yall could please go help them and make sure they dont loose their house. It means a lot to them and i dont want one of my friends to be in danger.

I dont have anything to give, so im doing what i can to spread the link. If yall cant send in any money, at least reblog. Get the link out there for them.

Please, they need this.

(Just to be safe, im linking it again right here. Go help them, or just help spread this.)

[justanotherbuckydevotee]

Thou Mayest (1/2)

word count: 1,252 words prompt: “the truth hurts but secrets kill” warning(s): Angst. idk like broken trust?? Happens after Civil War A/N: Written for @wehaveabucky. Thank you for letting me be part of an amazing celebration for your milestone, sweet heart! I hope I did the prompt justice. Also yall i guess im back from my hiatus. 

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Steven Grant Rogers tries his hardest to protect the people he loves.

He firmly believed at one point that by taking in the serum he would finally be able to protect everybody he loves, to shield them from whatever evil is lurking in the corners of the earth, that he would be able to offer shelter to the people he cares from whatever monster is in the dark waiting for its chance to attack.

But in some cases, cases like this one, he wasn’t; he wasn’t protecting the people he loves, he wasn’t sheltering them from any monster, but he just wasn’t able to face a brutal reality.

That is up until the fight at an undisclosed HYDRA facility.

When Steven Grant Rogers saved you and your friends from the Raft, freeing you from the restraints of a straightjacket and the watchful, hateful eyes of the security guards, you felt relieved for one moment. One blissful moment.

That is until you see the tensed shoulders of Natasha as she maneuvers the Quinjet, her side-eyeing and stiff posture signaling for unease to crawl its way back to you.

It’s then that you finally see Steve; he’s abandoned his Captain America apparel, opting for an attire of dark blues and blacks, optimal for when you want to not be seen, his smile far too wide and far too frequent as he chatters with the others.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it sooner” Steve said, looking around the team –his team, standing in the Quinjet, somewhat free. “We’ll try not to hold it against you” Wanda smirks from where she stood, obviously pleased to be wearing a proper shirt now as she emerged from the depths of the Quinjet with you.

“This has been fun” Clint began, clasping Steve by his broad shoulder before continuing “but believe me when I say I am officially retired now”.

It feels odd to you, their exchanges, Steve’s chuckles and responses, Nat’s quiet-self, as if it was holding off a foreboding situation, an imminent tale-tell sign of some horrid event. But you tried to keep that feeling at bay, tried to join them in a moment of joyousness, to believe in Steve.

So you followed him, followed him and Natasha and Sam in saving the world. You helped them by gathering intel about terrorists using alien technology for destruction, helped them bring organizations down.

Like old times.

As if nothing’s changed.

Fast-forward to a year and a half later, where you’re just in the lab of Princess Shuri, the sister of King T’Challa of Wakanda, discussing with her about her latest technology and referencing pop-culture to name her creations when that feeling of dread and ominousness settles in your heart once more, pausing abruptly your laughter with Shuri.

“What’s the matter, (y/n)?” she asked worriedly, settling her hand delicately on your shoulder.

It wouldn’t be fair to admit to her the whole of your worries –she already has enough on her plate, so you shake your head lightly, before telling her “it’s nothing”.

Later that week, you hear word that Steve is coming back to Wakanda for a quick visit, prompting for you to finally ask him what you should’ve asked him back in the Quinjet the day he helped you escape. T’Challa has kindly set up a room apartment for you in his home, giving you privacy that he suspected you needed when you decided to stop being on the run a year ago, too spent in discovering the extent of HYDRA and AIM’s arm-dealers and exploitations.

When you see the familiar outline of the Quinjet emerging into the dome from the window of your apartment, you swallow thickly the lump in your throat.

“Steve, I need to ask you something”

It’s the words he’s been terrified of hearing from you, even though he knew it was inevitable. Sitting across from you in your living room, he prepares himself for… for what, exactly, he wasn’t sure, but he’s certain that the outcome of it would tear him apart, that he would once again go through of losing someone he loves. He can’t show his fears right in-front of you –not now, not ever, because that emotion doesn’t fit to describe him, that fear is not an emotion Steven Grant Rogers should feel. So he bows his head and clasps his hands together (he chucks it to old habits), sighing deeply and quietly before he lifts his eyes to meet yours.

They’re not filled with anger like he anticipated; your eyebrows aren’t furrowed, angry lines proving for the rage simmering beneath your exterior. Instead, he sees pain –pain that’s mirrored his.

And it physically hurts him to see your gaze, a throb deep in his chest the cause of his sudden short breath, his body already so afraid of the storm that’s making its way to his world, threatening whatever happiness that he has left.

You slowly make your way to where he’s sitting –to where he is slowly falling apart on the inside, and take the empty seat right across from him, unaware of his inner turmoil.

The silence engulfs him whole. You don’t know where to start, unsure how to put into words these thoughts and questions without destroying your perception of your leader, your captain, your Steve. Those blue eyes you’ve seen, fell for, swam and now drowning in, held the ultimate truth.

You swallow thickly the lump in your throat and blinking once, breaking the gaze.

“Back before” you began shakily, clearing your throat to will your voice to be strong for just a moment, “when you saved us from the raft” you continued, wringing your hands together now, hyper-aware of his eyes looking straight at you.

There wasn’t a way that this wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t wound the both of you, wouldn’t damage the dance the two of you had before things happened. There’s sand in your mouth, drying your tongue and throat, the words sinking deeper into your chest, supposedly ignored and avoided.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. It can’t be held any longer.

“Steve, what happened?”

The question sounds simple, easy, with the answer direct, but it wasn’t to him. So much has happened that he doesn’t know how to explain it without ruining everything, bursting this protective bubble he’s made you both –made his family, live in.

There’s a whisper luring him, encouraging him to answer you delicately stemmed no doubt from his fear; it mutters sweetly to him to tell you everything but what happened because your question had a loop hole. So much has happened that he can choose to hide the harsh truth from you, from the world.

But that would be wrong. His heart laden with guilt heavier than the responsibilities that’s weighing him on his shoulders.

Choose.

You and honesty, or his pride and arrogance?

He knows the answer. It’s painfully obvious, isn’t it? It is painfully obvious that either answers hold the inevitable; that he will, in the end, lose you too. He knows he should say something by no –he’s been far too quiet for far too long, but he still can’t bring himself to say the words. He’s been preparing himself for this since the beginning, using his missions with Natasha and Sam as an escape, to hold it off for a while so he can savior any moments left with his friends, his family, and you.

He swallows the lump in his throat before speaking.

“Where do you want me to start?”

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

OK I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING

CW: chubby fem reader, reader is a camgirl, male and female masturbation, not beta read bc im a gremlin sksksk

Nanami is content being single and living alone. He doesn't have to worry about changing his habits or accommodating ridiculous requests.

But at the end of the day, he's still human. He still gets lonely and wishes he could hold someone in the late hours of the night, feel heat resonate from another loving being and warm his heart.

So he caves and resorts to porn, helping keep his mind off of his empty bed. He doesn't use it often, but it's there when he needs it which is helpful.

Recorded videos turn to live feeds which leads him to a camgirl site. It's all just okay, nothing to write home about, nothing really catches his eye until he sees you.

You are, to put it lightly, the most gorgeous woman he's even seen. Your body was perfectly plump: your breasts, arms, hips, waist, thighs, they were all plush pillows that he wanted to nuzzle against and sink his teeth into. Nanami always considered himself to be a calm and composed individual, but if he saw you in public, he was certain he would have no choice but to swallow his pride and ask you on a date.

He became a regular viewer, tuning in to your weekly livestream, settling down with a glass of wine every Saturday night to enjoy your seductive show. You wore a mask to hide your identity, the upper half of your face covered so well that Nanami couldn't even see your eyes. You unabashedly showed off every other inch of your lush body, every stretch mark and indent made by cellulite. Your voice was precious, casual, a playful tone turning high pitched and desperate once you started to touch yourself.

Nanami had developed a habit of donating money to you, spending thousands of dollars over the last few months. He would be embarrassed if any of his colleagues found out about his new pastime, but he couldn't help himself. You would thank him so sweetly for donations and would squeal with delight when you opened up the gifts he bought from your wishlist. He loved seeing your plump lips spread wide into a joyful smile, hearing your cute voice chirp happily as you help up the new babydoll he had gotten you. He never cared about the money he spent: in his mind, it was always money well spent if he got to see how happy you became as a result.

You were perfect, a diamond in the rough, and he wished he could pamper you in real life, treating you like the queen you were. But this was still satisfying, seeing you put on a show for thousands late in the evening.

You had several goals for your stream, and once a goal was met you would take a request from your viewers. Usually the highest donation had higher priority, but you always did your best to be fair. Nanami, being the selfish bastard he was, always tried to be the highest bidder so you would listen to his requests. He knew the rest of the chat hated when he donated, taking up all your attention and making you feel things that no other donater could, but he didn't care. You were the only one that mattered to him.

Tonight was no different than your usual streams. You had received hundreds of dollars so far, resulting in a dildo stuffed into your cunt, a vibrator on your clit. The chat was going wild, leaving Nanami with a bitter taste in his mouth.

take-this-dick101: you gonna cum slut??

Sugar_Daddy_92: You're so pretty, babygirl

NineInchMan: wanna make you squirt all over my cock

Nanami hated the chat more than anything. He hated how they spoke to you, treating you like an object, like a toy. You looked over the chat, giggling breathily.

"Yall are gross."

You didn't respond to their resulting derogatory comments, your thighs tensing as you spread them further, bucking your hips up into your hand. Nanami felt his cock twitch in his sweats, desperate to cum with you, to cum inside you. He bit his cheek, holding off his desire to jerk off until after your stream when he could fully enjoy himself without missing a moment of your show. He licked his lips, typing quickly as he watched slick leak out of your cunt.

Chef_Ken_73: Please cum, darling. You deserve it. You deserve everything.

He heard your breath hitch a moment after the message sent, a cute hiccup leaving your throat before your moaned loudly, voice raising in pitch.

"K-Keeeen!"

Nanami was caught off guard, his cock throbbing before he suddenly came, clenching his fists as he hunched over, groaning as he released in his boxers. He didn't have time to feel embarrassed or ashamed of cumming just from hearing you moan his name: he was too busy watching your body jolt and shake, still cumming on your toys.

You came down from your high eventually, turning off your vibrator before tossing it away from you, panting harshly, your busty chest heaving as you regained your composure. Nanami was just as disheveled as you, and he hadn't even touched his cock yet. You pulled out the dildo, gasping when it was released with a loud squelch from your cunt. You giggled sweetly, bringing the toy to your lips, licking up your creamy cum.

"Fucking hell," Nanami groaned, shuddering as he felt another aftershock from his orgasm. You sat up, smiling at the camera as you read the chat. Your face fell soon though, leaving Kento concerned.

"Wait... I didn't moan someone's name... did I?"

xX_Good_Boy_Xx: sooooooo hot 🥵💦💕

take-this-dick101: who tf is ken

Daddybigdick69: You got a boyfriend we don't know about?

"Oh, pooh," you mumbled, curling into yourself, pouting sadly. "I'm sorry you guys; I wasn't even thinking. I guess I just said a bit of the last username I saw. I didn't mean any harm." You pressed your index fingertips against each other, your pout turning remorseful. "Is there any way you guys could forgive me?"

Nanami chuckled softly, watching the chat explode as a few small donations rolled in. They all forgave you, of course, making you smile happily.

"Thanks you guys. I really appreciate it." You leaned forward towards the camera, blowing a kiss before reaching out for it. "See you next week~"

The stream ended and Nanami sighed, folding his arms against the coffee table and resting his head on it.

You had said—no, moaned—his name. Sure, you probably didn't intend to do it, but regardless, he was so giddy about it. Never in a million years did he think you would do something like that. He could feel his cock ache as he thought about your cries, playing them on repeat in his head before his computer dinged quietly.

Nanami blinked, sitting up to stare at the screen. He had gotten a notification, a message from someone. He furrowed his brow, clicking on his inbox, his heart pounding when he saw a familiar username.

pretty_plump_princess: hi!!! I apologize for saying your username during stream! It was a heat of the moment kind of thing, i hope i didn't weird you out ^^;

Nanami was sure his heart skipped a beat. You sent him a message; you had messaged him. He stared at the message for a long minute, swallowing thickly as he typed back a reply.

Chef_Ken_73: You didn't. In fact, it was a very pleasant surprise.

He thought that would be the end of it, but his laptop dinged again a moment later.

pretty_plump_princess: really?? Whew, that's good lmao I'm glad i didn't freak you out but im worried that my other fans might send you hate!! They can be really possessive, im sorry :/

She's so cute, Nanami thought, smiling softly as he wrote another reply.

Chef_Ken_73: You have nothing to apologize for. We all make mistakes.

He once again thought that the conversation would end there, but he was given another reply.

pretty_plump_princess: wellllllllll.... between u and me, i didn't say it on accident uwu

Nanami's eyes widened.

"Wha—"

pretty_plump_princess: ANYWAYS IM GONNA GO SHOWER NOW HAVE A GOOD NIGHT BYEEEEEE

The green dot next to your icon disappeared. You had logged off, leaving Kento alone to stew in his thoughts. He kept reading your messages over and over, analyzing every small detail, trying to make sense of it all. The thought of you thinking about him as you masturbated sent shivers down his spine, heat dropping to his—

Shit. He forgot he came in his pants. He needed to get out of them and get them washed before they stained. Perhaps he could continue his thoughts about you during a nice hot shower.

Oh to be the cute chubby camgirl that Nanami watches every week 💕

[wanna1things]

Undercover Agent!Yoon Jisung

i LOVE jisung SO MUCH and gjhdgfhgsjf he looks so gOOD in his teaser pics lmao gtg byeee

Genre;; uhh undercover agent!au,, fluff,, sorry if the stuff about the police and stuff is wrong lmao am not a cia agent

Warnings;; theres mention of a contract killing & hits and a bar and like,, gang stuff??

Pairing;; Yoon Jisung x reader

Requested;; nope

Summary;; You are undercover for the organised crime unit. Yoon Jisung is your prime suspect for the contract killing of a rival gang member. Little do you know, he’s thinking the exact same thing about you...

Style;; bullet point + stuff

Word Count;; 1801

im SUPER sorry;; if you’ve requested something im super busy w family stuff and work but next week im free so ill get the requests done,, this was just something i’ve had written for a while lol its basically the plot of an episode of a tv show i watched when i was in spain in august idek what it was called but it was super cute and i thought it fit jisung because?? idk i feel like his personality fits this sort of thing lol anyway hope u enjoy

you joined the organised crime unit straight out of police training and tbh you were a prodigy

you were known for solving cases in record speed and you were always effective in undercover work

you knew of someone else on the force who was just as good at solving cases/being undercover as you were

but you had no idea who they were, just that they were in the homicide unit

anyway

your unit had been following a gang for quite a while

and you’d come to know all of their members quite well

when suddenly, the guy you were preparing to arrest was killed by a contract killer

your unit managed to catch the killer and he confessed that he was paid to kill the guy by a guy within the main gang in the city

and so your unit decided,, you should go undercover

you studied up on the members of this second gang and you focused all of your efforts on who appeared to be pulling the strings even though he wasn’t the leader

this guy called yoon jisung

luckily someone else in your unit was already undercover in the gang and so when you joined he introduced you as his half-sister

and straight away you spotted jisung looking at you up and down

you knew he was a bad guy, his files said left the police force a year ago and joined the gang straight away

he was very close to the leader already and was almost like his right hand man

little did you know, jisung was also an undercover agent

THE undercover agent from the homicide unit

he kept his real name in the gang to make his story more believable,, also because he can’t deal with fake names because he’d never adjust to being called something else lol

but boy did he think it was fishy that straight after this guy from another gang was killed that you were introduced

he immediately suspected you were in some way connected to the contract killing,, probably because you had close ties to a contract killer or something

anyway

after the gang meeting where you were introduced he approaches you straight away

and you're just like wow okay that was easy lol already my suspect is talking to me try to find info;;

that's literally exactly what he's trying to do with you as well

ahhh when he starts speaking to you you realise ;; oh my god;; he’s actually super good looking lmao no don't fall in love with a criminal

he holds out his hand for you to shake it and he smiles wide and tilts his head to the side slightly

‘Hello, y/n!! I’m Yoon Jisung!!’

you take his hand hesitantly because how is someone in a gang this bright lmao

he immediately starts asking you where you’re from and stuff which is really cute because he’s listening so intently to everything you say and he seems really interested

he’s interested for a different reason lol

so you recite what your,, fake,, life history is

it’s got bits of truth in there too but your undercover identity is that you do really have “ties” to a contract killer organisation

lmao bad idea jisung is even more suspicious

but

he also thinks you’re really cute and sweet?? Like??

and he's mentally kicking himself like lmao they’re a cold hearted killer don't fall in love

and over the next few weeks you’re always put on jobs together

when you both had to go to a meeting with the head of a supplier chain he claimed that ‘the boss told him that you needed to accompany him’

your coworker later revealed to you that no… jisung requested that you went with him to the meeting

this all was a bit,, suspicious but

you accepted it because it meant you could get close to your suspect even if it was in a weird way

one day, after you attend another meeting together he invites you out to a bar for a drink

and the gang you two are in basically controls that bar lol

so you decide you’ll try to get him drunk and get some information out of him so you can arrest him

but when you get there turns out he had the same idea and you both order virgin drinks lol

anyway

you swallow your pride and ask him about the case and you find that he oddly knows a lot??

like he knows who did it ok suspicious much jisung

and he’s realising that you know who did it too,, which is also really making you look suspicious lol

but you’re also realising that under this soft light god damn is he beautiful?? Oh my god??

lmao he's thinking the same about you like god they’re so?? Evil?? But so?? Good looking??

of course its jisung so he makes lots of terrible jokes along the way when will he stop

out of nowhere he starts to talk to you about the story of his friend in the gang being killed in a hit by the gang the guy who died was from

and he was telling the whole truth, his friend was undercover with him (which he didn't mention obviously lol) and he was killed

and jisung didn't know why he was opening up to you but you just seemed so easy to talk to lol

and you could tell this thing with his friend was really eating at him like he was truly upset wow gangsters have feelings??

in the back of your mind you were thinking ok motive found but you pushed it aside because he was really opening his heart to you and he was genuinely upset and no decent human being is about to ignore someone in distress

so as it seemed like he was about to cry you took hold of his hands and held them

he squeezed your hands back and looked up

and oh my god

he was crying but it was like a hiccupy cry (you know the one)

and it was so cute because he was smiling at you as well as like;; a thank you for being so comforting

and seriously this guy is damn cute for a gangster like wow how??

but really your feelings for each other are just getting deeper and deeper and you know it's so wrong because you’re meant to be arresting each other but you know love you can't help it

soon enough you guys are pretty much partners (in crime, literally)

like you always attend meetings together and stuff,, and y'all are both close to the boss

and you can full on admit you’ve totally fallen for this weird soppy cute gangster and don't tell anyone but he's fallen for you too UH

when suddenly there's an attempt on your colleague's life, the guy who you’re undercover with

and almost immediately there's a retaliation from what seems to be your gang

something clicks inside your brain and you realise

jisung put the hit out for that retaliation

nobody died but he did it because well you’re his partner, and your colleague is supposed to be your brother so it's like the done thing in a gang lol

little do you know, he's thinking the same about you, that you put the hit out yourself because well… it's your brother of course you’re going to get one back

so that night he decides to invite you out for a drink and then he’ll arrest you because well clear motive??

and when he invites you, you also decide that tonight's the night you’ll arrest him because DAMN the evidence is overwhelming

when you both arrive at the same bar as you went to before, you both order virgin cocktails and sit next to each other at the bar

reminiscing about the past few months of knowing each other and stuff, and laughing about how dumb jisung looked when he cried (sorry jisung youre cute i love you really??)

after a while theres a break of silence

and you both reach into your pockets/bags and pick out the handcuffs inside

you breathe in and out slowly and turn to fake jisung right as he turns to face you with his hands in his pockets

‘y/n, you’re under arrest-’

‘jisung, you’re under arrest-’

‘wait, what??’

Jisung stands up straight away and hes completely taken aback like whats going on

And theres a total ruckus going on in the bar now because ok theres two policemen here?? what

Jisung quickly grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bar and down into an alley beside it

as you’re trying to recover from that shock he fires questions at you like;;; quick fire

‘What was that?? You’re police too? What unit? Why didnt you tell me? Were you going to arrest me? What for? Oh my god, my boss is going to kill me…’

somehow you find the humour in all this

like you were just about to arrest each other for the exact same crime at the exact same time but you’re both undercover agents

(pls @ police units improve communication look what you’ve done)

when he hears your soft giggles he stops worrying and just joins in laughing because

admit it

its pretty funny yall were both the best undercover agents and you just tried to arrest each other

then he realises this cute little gang member he has a crush on isn't a gang member at all and there is no reason that he can’t kiss them right now

so he does

right then and there

and of course you’re shooketh because oh yeah;; he’s not a gangster i can totally do this and not feel bad lol

and then you realise your cover is completely and utterly blown and you can’t stay undercover anymore because BASICALLY the whole gang knows you’re policemen… either that or they think you’re into really kinky stuff oo ;)

and you can see the look on jisungs face when he realises it too but

‘Cover is blown but… got to admit it was worth it’

and he leans in to kiss you again uh BLESS

after that mess of a case you join the same unit as jisung and you two become the famous undercover couple

you always go undercover together, always as a couple because a) its easy and b) you don’t even have to act

every time someone new joins the unit you take your roles as the official parents™ of the unit and you train everyone who wants to go undercover as though they’re like your child uhh cute

your picture is up in the hall of fame for agents and sgadjfg the picture is so cute because you LOOK like parents

basically you two are like the cutest and the BIGGEST undercover agent power couple

ahhhh i hope this was enjoyable to read,, i wrote it on the train when i was on holiday so yknow not the best quality of writing but i thought it was cute so!!

[depvotee]

I got Tagged by @strafethesesinners, @rejected-beater, @xbaebsae, @euryalex @p0lkadotdotdot thanks!

1: Why did you choose your url?

I thought the DEPYOTEE was funny so, where we are. <:P

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.  

OOOF, I have a lot to make “Space and stay on theme in main UwUr”, but all roads lead to rome and I cannot stay on theme for the life of me. SO:

@dep-arts (I let you guess. ;)c )

@dep-insp (I hard one too, I KNOW.)

@oynon-ds (My GreedFall/Pathologic/Bloodborne/Plaguecore. Im very proud of the asthetics on this one)

@intothecogverse (My choices of games blog :P or well, Quinn blog now I guess aksdfas I havent updated bc I havent played another one recentely)

@leather-nomad (Cyberpunk blog)

And another three that are empty, which are swtor themed, horror, black ops: cold war, which im gonna delete soon bc its a mess <:P So yeah, GOOD LUCK KEEPING UP WITH ME.

3: How long have you been on tumblr?  

Since 2013 or so, my old blog, now deleted, was my teen angst. But I made this one on 2017 because I wanted a more video game/art focus and well <:P The shitposting follows me anywhere.

4: Do you have a queue tag?  

“I Queue Away For Fun” lyric from the song Colossus from IDLES, the og one goes: “I waste away for fun.” :)c

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I wanted to start new, and I wanted to get into Destiny and then I went down hill from there :P Now, its just thing I like throw around and to talk to people :3c

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Its pride baby!!!

7: Why did you choose your header?  

Faith’s scenes are one of my favorites, I love the little details of I find everytime and that shot particularly makes me think that some of the storyboard artists had that “This photograper took a photo of his gf in every vacation place they went” images on their pinterest. I love the black and the contrast of white.

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

Uuuh, idk, it was shitposting most probably. <:Pc

9: How many mutuals do you have?  

A few :3 I collect them like:

10: How many followers do you have?  

I won’t tell you how many people come to my circus, it's about the confidentiality 😌

11: How many people do you follow?

A shit ton ngl :P

12: Have you ever made a shitposts?

13: How often do you use tumblr each day?

I live here. askdjfbaks, this is my cozy trash cotainer. 

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Ummm, nope, never, but even then I won 😌 Its hard to always be right, I know. Someone has to, tho.

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Tbh, I hate them. But I hate even more when they have good resources on it, bc on one hand I understand why say: “You need to rb this” to say important issues (NOT STUPID INTERNET DRAMA/disc horse) and begin desesperate as someone from said affected group, feeling like this issue doesnt matter to poeple while you’re affected on first hand, but It’s also really reductive to say “you/my mutuals dont rb ur/theyre this and that.” Its dumb. It doesnt help. So, yeah, I swallow the pill only when I think its important shit, y’know?

But I also dont want my blog to turn into the yellowbook of donations.

16: Do you like tag games?  

I DO, I LOVE EM, but I haven’t answered some bc I had bad patch recently <:’P

17: Do you like ask games?  

I DO, TOO, just so yall know: if you ever send me an ask or tag and I havent answered, that ask its coming into my dreams asking me “why” I adandoned it, Chirstmas Charol type. 

Rb, dont answer bc you forgot, let it keep u up at night and repeat, I love it! 

And it’s true some people don't have the etiquette of: ask and then rb.

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?  

When I have my male wife applications, I let you yall girlbosses know ;)c

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mmm crossposting a life update here from my twitter w edits bc here its easier to keep tabs on and i dont need to bother my friends unless they want to be bothered so everyone wins. 

 HOLY SHIT so the bitch i fought w over fucking facebook for being an asshole about pulse last year literally destroyed her friendship w my mother over it lmao. for context, she has a disabled child. my mother has kept trying to be kind to this lady because literally my mother did nothing, why the fuck should my beef with her affect her friendship w my mother? previously this dumb shit, lets call her K, got her husband and her shit like-minded right-wing circlejerk 40s+ friends to gang the hell up on me at 18 and started shitting on my mother out of NOWHERE for not "raising me properly", because i was "disrespecting" k, well after the convo had ended on my part. she blocked me, her disabled child also blocked me after asking me to apologize, to which i refused obv. i explained gently to her that i was not about to apologize for calling out her mom bc her biggest only problem w pulse was headlines calling it the worst massacre on american soil w a link to a wikipedia article she apparently didnt fucking read; the only worse ones were in wartimes according to it. (which apparently she read wrong, she thought I meant there were wars when other massacres happened?? like no the only bigger ones there were literally during the civil war and shit like that) I didn’t call her any names, and I certainly didn’t insult her fucking family. her son unfriended me, and ok ok, everythings fine with me, she fucking acted like a martyr when a couple people took my side and claimed i and others (who chimed in arguing more for my perspective because she was way over the top, which was cool tbh) were SO misled and delusional and blocked her so we’ll never learn I guess! when i never did shit but told her to stop talking. I only know this because she didn’t block my mother. Everything’s still cool for me like, K, this is really more of a you problem. Fast forward a year fucking later and my mother has tried to be cordial and nice and all this shit bc theyve been friends for basically their entire lives which is cool like, it's not my life, fucking whatever. but clearly K cannot let anything go, and she’s p rude to my mother anyway, once flippantly bringing up losing her father, like holy shit, are you like 12??? Anyway my mother sent her info about a water park for disabled kids and i guess K ranted at her as a result. i havent seen the convo yet, but ive been told k said my mother 'doesnt control her reality'??? LIKE 

 just. holy shit the original convo over facebook spiraled WAY out of control, and when i was fucking exhausted w her she didnt stop so like.through the whole conversation I kept it as respectful as I fucking could while explaining all this shit.

This is really like the “everything’s really your fault because of your bad attitude and not my doing anything wrong because on top of your bad attitude you’re wrong so clearly your argument is invalid because you’re mad so i don’t have to care bc this is disrespectful! additionally i am correct”

  literally im so tired of all the older folks in my life going thru life sufferjng cuz prides (lol) too big to swallow like ik yall have the resources to get professional help. please i strongly believe no one can go through life on their own and not every layperson you know is properly equipped to help you through shit, and really theres not a fucking point in wrecking your 50 yr old friendship and being actively delusional about it when this totally different person from the one you fought with actively wants to be friendly with you still?? like, contact has been limited by Ks terse responses, not a shortage of my mother trying with this bitch lmao. she started accusing my mother of doing all these things, like making fun of her,lying, making “snide remarks” with no fucking context.  i literally only still give a shjt about this cuz this bitch is fucking things up for someone who waSNT INVOLVED LIKE...,,THIS ISNT A WAR OF HOUSEHOLDS??CHRIST its almost like im my own person lmfao like idgaf if you fuck out of my life forever. but lol literally.. my mother is only involved bc u shat on her parenting lmfao and obv shes not perfect but not for the reasons you're naming, hen, im not a fuckface ill defend her over some bullshit like this because she literally didnt do ANYTHING

edit i have seen the convo if there’s conflict in the narrative that’s why

 K has definitely said a lot of shit that’s just. basically incorrect? and she’s trying to continue her argument w me w my mother lmao

at one point she asked if my mother believed everyone makes their own reality

(like.......................................................... really....?? every separate individual experiences life differently because ultimately the way you interpret your world shapes your experience, so, like.... what???)

she wanted to have a discussion about “what happened last june” like.... seriously, it’s not even my mother’s problem? If you genuinely don’t care about lgbt people dying then I have no reason to care for you. additionally, if you have beef with ME, fucking unfuckingblock me and tell me how ya feel bih lmf

she kept going about how grossly misled I am, how islam is bad and is why things like pulse happen (she Is One Of Those),,, fuck

(in this vein, she told me that homophobia is made up and that I made the word up and it’s not real and doesn’t mean what I thought it did and whatever)

 tbh im  going to contact the child that didn’t block me because he’s old enough to deal and never said anything to me directly and just unfriended me. the things she was saying were things that i doubt mentally well people say, and literally i only care about her to the extent of wow literally don’t fuck with my family for doing jack fucking shit, get some help and sort whatever shit you have out because it was actually you who dragged my mother into this for no other reason than to be all righteous and shit on her. she really shouldnt be dealing with this lmao. Glad you’ve been pressed about me being exhausted for a year. Please see a professional of some kind. 

Additional choice bits i remember:

accused me of going on tangents when I was responding to topics that she brought up,

some old bitch i dont know told me to take a nap over facebook

K said adults “dont lash out” in this text convo from today

previously she also acted all offended that I asked her to stop talking to me, I stopped responding, and she just did what the fuck ever. 

K also said she was upset my mother knew enough about the “situation” to form an opinion about it, like???? how much do you need to know when its pretty clear that if you acted like how you think adults should act you would have shut the fuck up earlier? like when I asked you to stop, when the conversation was already so fucked and had been going for hours because somehow I’m wrong for thinking it’s bad that you only posted this insensitive garbage when 50 people like me got fucking murdered for being in a space meant for them but hey, it’s my fault somehow LMAO 

I LIterally told this bitch to stop talking to me because there’s clearly nothing I can say to change her mind about why it’s bad that your only problem with pulse is vaguely untrue headlines, like what, you wanna fucking downplay it? fuck off. 

she was also all mad about me telling her to stop talking like in the fucking morning like muhh it’s my wall and i’ll do what i want and at night uhh i dont have time to sit on facebook all day so you’re wrong LIKE GOOD BITCH LMAO STOP TALKING TO ME THEN!!! 

[survivormidwayatoll]

Ep. 8 - “A Big Boy Confessional” - Ricky (Merge)

So we merged last night. Without Gage. Wanna know why? Because crackhead Shae freaked out and made himself a target while saving himself again. Like why do people wanna keep Shae around? He has a terrible social game, and if he keeps bringing up how he has no friends I'll fucking kick his ass. I tried being friendly with him, and then he told me I couldn't follow his Instagram because it's "not gonna happen" and then shoved it down my throat that Brian and him flirted and I'm like OK BITCH WANNA PLAY THAT GAME. YOURE GOING DOWN. No one gets between me and my (ex) man. Especially not some crackhead flop. And I had to fucking watch what I said because Shae is gonna use everything he can to stay. We'll surprise bitch, I'm the queen of this series and the queen stays the queen so sit the fuck down. Jordan was/is still public enemy number one. But Karen fucking leaked the plan to throw the challenge to him so!!! Good job ya flop! Why do people think that working with Jordan will work? It never does. It just makes you a target. Ash? Ash will be gone so soon because she didn't wanna play with gage and chose Jordan over him. Allison is just a target in her own, but being associated with Jordan doesn't help. And now Karen wants to keep him around longer than Carson and Andrew????? BYE YALL ARE SO DUMB. HES ONE AND THEYRE TWO. Get it together people!! If you align with Jordan Pines, you're asking to lose. That's all I'm gonna say. 

Okay right. Here's a big boy confessional and my stance on the game. Right now, I believe it's very up in the air. I think anyone and any side can take this, because sides have not yet been determined. No one really knows who's working with who, we have an idea, but no one is certain. For right now I know Billy HATES shea. Like a lot. Which isn't good bc I want to work with shea. Isaac finds the duo of Carson/Andrew threatening, which makes sense, but I just don't want Carson to be the victim of Andrew's target. My biggest threat right now is Allison. She's the only one I played closely with in Hawaii, she knows my game inside and out, and she knows exactly how dangerous I can be. On the flip side, she got just as far as I did in Hawaii, and then came back and WON Malibu. I'm not the biggest threat here when there are people like Andrew and Allison, who've gone far every time. Right now I'd say the main group of people Intrust are Billy, Karen, Isaac, and Sara. Ideally, I'd like to get to the end with Billy, because he's not a talker, and I've been to my fair share of Tribal Councils, and I know my flaws and faults. I'm going to be ruthless, and I'm going to make calculated game moves. I don't want to let my emotions get the best of me. and I don't want to hastily target people bc they furthered their games by taking out Gage. So I'm going to talk to Andrew and Allison and Shea, and I'm going to get on their good side, and I'm going to try my best to make them see I'm not this monster they're thinking I am. Well I mean, I am. But, I don't want them to know that lol.

I'd like to brush off my shoulders, because I 100% could have won this immunity if I wanted to. Which would have meant another round of safety for me. HOWEVER I haven't been involved in any tribal councils so far. And being out of the loop is not fun and I honestly can't take it anymore. This feeling of being left out was making me super uncomfortable, and other things surrounding my place in this game were just signs that told me I should go to tribal tonight. It should be a safe vote, Carson asked to be voted out. And if anyone doesn't do that they're just gonna isolate themselves. Plus I dyed my roots and self tanned this week and I'll be damned if I don't get a google hangout to show everyone how island hot I got. Ricky fluxes between being my closest ally and being someone who I don't see this working with. He keeps telling me not to do this not to do that, but the things I can't do are things that only benefit him, and not things that benefit us both. He told me that if I won immunity Sara or him would go home. I don't think he understands that he isn't on anyone's radar and that this isn't Hawaii. We're playing a whole new game and things have to change. I'm not here to play for Ricky, I'm here to play for me. I told him how he'll have to swallow his pride and work with Andrew and he's like "don't say my name to anyone" LIKE BITCH IM TAKING THAT NO EXISTENT TARGET EVEN MORE OFF YOUR BACK. Then he tells me that we can't really group call together because it'll make it obvious that we're working together and I'm sitting here like *Ariana Grande no correlation graph.jpg* because EVERYONE knows that Ricky and I are close outside of this game, and if they think he's not working with me in some kinda way they're wrong. But I just have a REALLY bad feeling in the pit of my makeup bag that Ricky is gonna fuck me over this game. I can tell. I just sense it. If he doesn't, and I'm reading too much into it then oh well, but the way he has this attitude when we talk makes me SUPER nervous about moving forward with him. It's almost like he finds me as a liability to his game, and honestly? I've taken the target off of his back whether he wants to believe it or not. Because he could have left and I convinced everyone in the early stages of the game that he is not Hawaii Ricky without his friends. And now that Kait, Christine and Gage are gone, he doesn't have the same cutthroat people as he did before. Sara and I still have it good. And the best part about all of this? Andrew. Andrew's partner is leaving the game, Andrew is no longer emotionally invested. He knows Ricky, Karen and Isaac want him out and so he wants to work with me and Sara. But, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who knows, but Andrew has the idol. And he said he'd use it to keep any of us safe. I'm not gonna rely on that obviously, and I'm not gonna tell Sara that way she doesn't rely on it either. But it definitely helps that Andrew's friends blatantly threw him under the bus and my "let's stay friends because we are friends" strategy is working. I love Andrew in and out of this game. It makes me so angry to see that he's a target because he has a good social game and always makes the end. Well? If I have anything to say about it Andrew will be making finale again, and it'll be with me and Sara. I've found my final 3. But I've just gotta be careful about who I target in what order. But Jordan and Shae are still my biggest threats. Then it's Karen/Ricky/Isaac. If we can split up Allison/Jordan, Allison will be with me 100%. She won't go to the other three because there's no point to. And then Ash is just kinda here. And while I want Ash to do well, I don't want someone who's playing the game for someone else to stick around. But if Ash wants to work with me moving forward, I'll do what I can to ensure Ash does well.