#look ok look- do i even need a hear me out on this?

[sabertoothwalrus]

heyy i adore your art! do you have any advce for a small artist trying to get out there?

I guess it depends what you mean by “get out there”!

I’d say number one is to ignore the numbers. Unless you’re intentionally trying to sell yourself to some app’s algorithm, obsessing over the numbers will not help you.

The thing is, it is ok to care about other feedback you get on your art. I often hear social media treated like a dichotomy, to either “ignore it completely and draw for yourself” or to “strive to be a famous viral artist”. And I’m saying it’s not that simple.

It all boils down to why you’re making art. For some people, art is a much more personal expression, and it’s not meant to be seen by others. It’s more about the process and the catharsis than the outcome. This kind of art doesn’t need to be shared with other people.

For others, it’s a living. These people don’t mind that their art becomes “marketable”, if it becomes generic with a mass-appeal. This kind of art isn’t here to send a message, it’s here to look pretty. And that’s ok.

For me, art is communication. I’m telling stories. This is why I’m most drawn to comics and animation. I don’t pay attention to numbers, but I pay a lot of attention to comments because they help me gauge how successful I was at communicating an idea, an action, a joke, etc. It’s still important you develop thick skin. You have to detach yourself emotionally from them, and use them as a tool to help you learn.

This is why clarity is one of my biggest priorities in art. Clarity has less to do with skill and more to with “can you understand what this is you’re looking at”. There are some artists out there who are very good at what they do, but they still struggle with clarity. And the inverse is true; even beginner artists can have clear, easy to follow art.

Some things I actively try to do in my art to improve clarity:

Is the pose clear? Is the figure overlapping themself too much, or is the action still readable from the silhouette?

If there’s text, is it clear? Is the direction of speech bubbles confusing? Is my handwriting/font easy to read?

Would a background or prop help clarify the setting better? (What’s the least amount of effort I can put into this that will give the necessary information?)

Are my lines too loose? Sometimes it’s fine, but if they’re too unconnected, the form gets lost. Should I close my lines better, or maybe add a tone to separate the positive and negative space?

Does the “punchline” make sense? What AM I saying? What could communicate it stronger?

If your art is clear, people will find it and share it! Just keep telling the stories you wanna tell, make the art YOU want to see, and your audience will build around you!

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 10 Let's Break up… No, lets get back together (Nayeon, Jihyo, Mina)

You awakened by Mina next morning, she just fiercely bobbing her head. ' Good morning, boss' Mina kisses you tip and start ridding you before you can react.

"Mina, I have a guest. Now is not the time." I’ll roll over so I'm on top and say. "If you’re a good girl, I'll make sure to give you all the cum you could ever want at the office." I pull out of Mina and start to get dressed.

Minas hugs you from behind and catches your bulge. 'Please don't, boss. You can’t let your guest see your cock. How about a quick one in my mouth, Minari promises won't make any sound.' Mina starts stroking you again.

"Does Minari not want any of her extra cum I mentioned the other day?" I ask her while I try to pull away. "Maybe I'll have to punish you."

'Sorry boss, Minari is wrong. Minari is just afraid the guest will see your boner. Please don't punish me, Minari has prepared the breakfast for you.' Mina gets off your dick and shake your arm, acting cute to beg you for forgiving her.

"I forgive you Mina, now lets go have breakfast but act like your my secretary only ok? Only business here."

'Yes, boss. Minari will act professionally as always.' Mina kisses your cheek before opening the door and going out with you.

You are waiting for Mina in the living room.

'Morning Y/N' Jihyo comes out from her room while rubbing her eyes, you were shocked by how exposed her pajamas are, you can see her deep cleavage, you know she is big, but you don't expect she is that big, even way beyond Momo.

Your eyes are just attached to her cleavage like there is a magnet, this also applies to Mina who just come out with breakfast, she looks at Jihyo's tits and looks down at herself, then show a sad face after comparing the size.

'Morning Miss Secretary, nice to meet you, can I have breakfast too?' Jihyo seems she does not care about you and Mina's horny sight towards her breast.

I panic a little hearing she wants to try Mina's food "Oh! why don't I make you two something? Mina you should get to eat too." I don't wait for their answer and instead hurry to the kitchen to make breakfast for them.

'Boss, I have prepared the breakfast for your guests too, just enjoy the food.' Mina grabs your arm and brings you back to the seat.

You just sigh and see the girls start eating. Unexpectedly, Jihyo is not shocked as you eat Mina's breakfast first time, she even praises Mina's cooking.

'Oh, Miss Secretary, your cooking skill is not bad, do you like cooking too? Maybe we can try to make some new dishes together.'

'Just call me Mina, Madam. Thanks for the invitation, if boss is ok, I would like to cook with you too.' Mina uses her leg to touch your cock under the table while she is answering, signaling you to answer.

I briefly consider the fact Jihyo might not have any tastebuds as she praises Mina's cooking, before I answer. "Of course, you two can cook with each other. I won't stop you."

'Boss, then Minari may need to disturb you more.' Mina smiles and then starts to chat with Jihyo. They talk about more about cooking, and ask what dishes you like.

The breakfast goes so smoothly until Mina asks a question. ' I think it will be fun if I cook with you, Miss Jihyo. How long you are gonna stay at Boss's home?' You know Mina does not have bad intention, but the room silences.

"Mina, we have a busy day ahead of us we should get going." I say to bring things to an end. "Take my keys and wait in the car. I'll be right down." Aa Mina leaves I say to Jihyo that I'm sorry and Mina meant no harm.

'It's ok, I know she didn't mean it, she's a cute girl. I will handle the housework, see you tonight.' Jihyo sends you out.

You get in the car and see Mina looks unhappy, 'Boss, why there would be a guest suddenly, if she stays until your sisters come, then Minari can't have breakfast anymore.'

"Mina, she's going through a really tough time and I'm helping her. I can't tell you much else about her situation but try to understand. Let's go to the office I'll make sure you get fed."

'Yes, boss, Miss Jihyo is a nice person, Minari hopes she can overcome it soon. But I see boss is keep staring at Miss Jihyo's tits, does boss want to fuck her?' Mina whispers in your ear.

You are immediately hardened by fantasizing you fucking Jihyo hard and her big tits are shaking in front of your eye. Mina smiles and start caressing your bulge.

"She is a beautiful woman, and I admit I just thought about it but that doesn't mean I want to fuck her."

Mina frees your bulge from the zippers, slowly stroking it, 'Don't lie boss, can't you see how you are are excited by just imagine fucking Jihyo, imagine how big the tits are, imagine how would it feel if you cock are inside her tits, imagine how pink her nipple is, imagine how the tits would shake if you fuck her, imagine how she will moan if you suck her nipple…'

'Shit, Mina.' your body shivers from the sensation of Mina's stroking and imagination towards Jihyo, pre cum start leaking from your tips.

Mina tastes your pre cum, 'See, boss. Face your lust, fuck her for me. I wanna taste that big breast too.'

"I can't do that Mina she's going through too much." I drive to the office and as I get out of the car, I tell Mina. "You better be ready for a punishment after what you did earlier." In the meantime, I decide to call Nayeon to end the relationship. Having the closeness of Momo changed things for me. I'll just tell Nayeon that things don't feel the same anymore and leave it at that without any more information.

'What? Break up? What happen Y/N?' Nayeon was shocked by your decision.

'Yes, Nayeon, I just don't have that feeling like we used to have, Sorry Nayeon.'

'No, Y/N, please don't do that, did I do something wrong? everything is ok last weekend.. No, or are you mad at me I don't wanna born a baby for you, you know we should focus on our job now, we discussed it before. Why?'

'No, Nayeon, not that much reason, I am sorry.'

'No, I can't accept that, you are the one that keeps my faith that we will be ok even in a long-distance relationship, but now you are the one to break me up?' You hear Nayeon starts crying on another side of the phone, you don't want to hear her cry, so you just apologize one more time and then end the call.

You sitting on your seat, looking at the lock screen of your phone, it's a photo that you and Nayeon took at the graduation ceremony of the university, you two are kissing while your friend took this picture secretly. You think about all the moments that you two spent all these years, the good one, the bad one, you don't realize your tears are dropping.

Same time, different locations, the broken up couple are crying simultaneously.

I sit at my desk and don't do anything doe the entire day. Instead thinking of Nayeon and every moment I spent with her.

You sit still at your desk, cherishing every moment that you spent with Nayeon, you wanna stop crying, but you just can't, tears keep flow down your face. You know you love Nayeon, but you don't want to disappoint Momo's love.

You don't how long you have been crying, you are like emptied. Until a knock from the door wakes you up. 'Boss, I am ready… What happen boss, why are you crying?' It's Mina who enters your room, she just rushes to you and kneels down, wiping away your tears.

You can't hold on any longer, you just hug her tightly and cry more loudly in her arms. 'It's ok boss, Minari is here, everything is ok.' Mina comforts you and slowly caresses your back.

I don't tell her anything and just hold onto her tightly. Instead I just whisper I'm sorry over and over again in an inaudible voice.

'It's ok, It's ok….' Mina keeps comforting you and caressing your head, slowly you fall asleep in her arms since you are exhausted from crying.

When you wake again, you are on your seat and covered by the jacket, which seems Mina has settled everything when you are sleeping. You see a memo on the desk, in which Mina said she is going to buy lunch for you and will be back soon, with a cute penguin signature at the bottom, you smile for the first time in today.

And then your phone is buzzed with lots of notifications, but it was not from Nayeon, it is mainly from Chaeyoung, and some from Dahyun.

'I heard you broke up with Nayeon eooni, you ok Oppa?' Dahyun asks.

'What happens? Why you would break up with Nayeon eooni, is this not ground for going back?' Chaeyoung asks.

As you have dated Nayeon for a long time, both of your families know each other's existence, you even meet Nayeon's parents, you already treat each other as your lifelong partner, and Nayeon maintains a good relationship with your sisters, that's why they know the news so quickly.

I just send them messages saying the spark between us was gone because of being long distance, and that I can't ask her to drop everything and move in with me. She has her career.

'Don't you know how much did Nayeon eooni love you? You can't do that oppa! You two still have many years to go, as a couple!' Chaeyoung, which is closer with Nayeon replies first.

When you want to reply, Mina comes in with the lunch, so you just put down your phone. 'Boss, are you ok? I am worried about you.'

"I'm fine Mina, just let be alone for a while. I don't want to talk about it." I motion for her to leave, and sit debating on call Nayeon again.

You are still frustrated, you swing your hand, and motion Mina to leave, but Mina ignores you, comes and kisses you with tongue, deeply.

"Mina please. Not now." I say once the kiss is over. "I just want to be alone."

Mina kisses your forehead one more time, 'Minari just wants to stay with boss, Minari doesn't want to see boss is unhappy.' Mina leaves your room, 'Just find me if you need me, boss. I'll always be there.'

Your start to eat your lunch, but you are not hungry, every bite is like tasting some trash. Your phone buzzes again, Chaeyoung texts you again, 'If you really are going to break up with Nayeon eooni, I won't let you fuck me again.'

I respond to Chaeyoung "Don't you think that I feel horrible breaking up with Nayeon? It's hurting me just as much as it's hurting her. Do you know how many times I've thought of calling her again just to take it all back? I love her and I still want to be with her but the spark between us is gone and I don't want to watch our relationship break down slowly. I don't want to see her slowly fall out of love."

'Sorry Oppa, I just… I just don't want to see you break up with Nayeon eooni, it's a shame that you two love each other but can't keep going.'

You really don't have the mood to continue the lunch, you open your photo album, you try to delete the photos with Nayeon, but you are hesitant to click the delete button, you can't do it.

'Y/N, we need to talk, directly. I am not giving up this relationship, we are going to fix it. I will come to our home tonight, no need to pick me up, see you there.' Nayeon text you again.

I start crying again and don't respond to the message. I just lay my head in the desk.

You just can't stop crying after you see Nayeon's massage, you lay your head on the desk, wanting to hide yourself from the world. You did not notice that Mina is peeking from the window, looking worried, but she don't want to come in to bother you 'Boss, you can talk to Minari… Minari is always here for you.'

You just spend the whole day crying in the office, until the office hour is finished. Mina sneaks into your room, giving you a massage, 'Feeling better, boss?'

"A little, I appreciate you getting lunch and being here for me Mina. You're the best, I'll make it up to you another day, i have to go home." I tell her as I get up.

'Boss, Minari will do everything for you if boss want, I will cook breakfast for you and Miss Jihyo tomorrow as well.' Mina kisses your forehead one more time before you leave.

Once you arrived home, Jihyo greets you. 'How's your day Y/N, you look sad. I have prepared the dinner already.'

'Everything is all good, I just chill in the house, maybe I should hang out, but I am afraid that Daniel could find me, so… Nevermind, should we have the dinner first, before your guest arrive.'

'Sorry Jihyo, I think I will wait for the guest, please stay at your room after my guest arrive, I will really appreciate.'

'OK, take your time.' Jihyo starts the dinner alone while you get changed in your room.

Jihyo back to her room, while you just sitting on the sofa, thinking what you could say when Nayeon comes, until you hear someone entering the password of the door.

I stand up and walk toward the door. Staring at it the entire time.

The doors open, and the one who comes in is Nayeon, she just walks past you and sits at the other side of the table.

'I guess you haven't eaten dinner yet, I have prepared some food for you' You tell Nayeon as you walk into the kitchen and brings the dishes out.

Nayeon doesn't start eating, she just stares at you, 'Tell me why, why you wanna break up with me, don't lie to me. I can know you are telling lies.'

"Nayeon, I've just been thinking and ever since you've moved away and we can only see each other on weekends things haven't been the same. I've tried to make it feel right but recently it just hasn't felt the same. This isn't about you not wanting to have a baby, that's fine. It's just about not being able to be with you as much as I want. I don't want to see us fall out of love, I don't want our relationship to drag on and feel like dead weight. I love you Nayeon, I really do but I can't do this anymore." At the point where I tell her that I love her I start to break down into tears again. "I don't want to break up, I want to be with you but this relationship isn't going to work like this.

'No, it shouldn't go like that. All it matters are I love you, and you love me, we can overcome every problem if we love each other. Why don't you just give this relationship a bit more time. You are the one who told me it will be alright even though we are long-distance, and now you are the one who said it has changed, what a joke.' Nayeon starts crying too.

Nayeon walks over to your seat and hugs you, 'Please don't leave me, Y/N. Just give me a little bit more time.'

"I know what I said Nayeon, I just didn't think it would be that hard." I tightly hug her back, as if, if I left her go she'd disappear. "I don't want to leave you either. Let's try to make this work, I'll try harder. For you."

'Thanks, Y/N, I just couldn't leave you anymore, I really love you. And please don't say any words like you wanna break up in the future, it really hurts.' Nayeon kisses you deeply before she returns to her seat.

'Ah, damn, why am I still crying, it's so ugly, don't look at me, Y/N.' Nayeon shyly wipes away her tears.

"That’s not true, you're always so cute. Are you busy? Maybe we could go and get some ice cream, just to say I'm sorry for hurting you. If you want of course."

'No, babe, don't say sorry. I have applied for leave this week, so I can spend more time with you, maybe I can even see Dahyun and Chaeyoung too, aren't they ready to come soon? Let me finish the dinner before we are going for ice cream.'

You just sit and watch Nayeon eat the food, thinking about the past, you just can't stop smiling.

'Ah, Y/N, stop looking at me like that.' Nayeon blushes as you are staring at her so directly.

You stand up and give your hand to her, 'May I, Miss Im Nayeon?' Nayeon just smiles and holds your hand, 'Sure.' Then you two walk to the ice cream shop with holding hands.

As we're eating Ice cream i tell Nayeon about Jihyo’s situation and explain that she's also living with me.

'Oh, such a poor girl isn't she, I am glad that you have accepted Jihyo, maybe I should greet her after we back.' Nayeon said while feed you the ice cream.

'Sure, Jihyo is really nice.' You take a bite of the ice cream while answering her. And you see Momo walks into the ice cream store, you are shocked and don't know how to respond. Momo just turns around and ready to leave after seeing you and Nayeon dating here, you know she looks sad but you can't do anything.

Seeing you are acting abnormal, Nayeon turns her head and she notices Momo is here, "Hey Momo, is that you? Long time no see.'

I walk over to Momo and whisper "I'm going to end things soon, I just need to find the right moment. I'll explain later in detail. Just say you can't join us right now"

'Hi, Nayeon, it's been so long we met last time, it's a shame that we cannot chat longer, I got to go.' Momo say hi to Nayeon and then leave immediately.

'OH, Momo is still that shy after all the years, haha, I guess you can always see her in the gym room?' Nayeon keep eating your ice cream but change the focus to you.

"Yeah, but I've been getting to know her better. She's a really nice lady."

'Yes, that's why I am so happy to see her again, maybe I should find her as my personal trainer again if I move back.' Nayeon finishes the ice cream and looking at you again.

'I'm so happy that we would come to the ice cream shop after our reunion, seems you did not forget that our first date is in the ice cream store.' Nayeon stands up and kiss your cheek.

"How could I forget? So what's next?"

[flattocatto]

Viktor Modern!AU uni headcanons

ohhh hes in my head i have so many thoughts i have so much to say about him. you guys just let me cook. ok. okay thanks. please reblog like whatever im new here LOL

warnings/key takeaways: mention of recreational drug use, freshman/sophomore year of uni, lots of studying, goofy meet cute, oblivious nerd viktor, both of you live on campus in dorms (same building), GENDER NEUTRAL (use of ‘you’, no specific pronouns)

HE SMOKES WEED

IDGAF HE SMOKES WEED

not like some crazy stuff. no. he smokes weed ti not feel PAIN. yeah you heard me. he smokes shit w high CBD content. doesn’t smoke it for the high, smokes it to feel better

think he would have it medically and everything

ohhh uni viktor would be the only fucker allowed to smoke in his dorm because if his leg got bad how could he go outside huh?? he didn’t share this news (of him being allowed to smoke indoors) but people knew since he’d have a window cracked open all the time. not fooling anyone

on this note i feel like he would only smoke if he absolutely needed to. yk how people go “i can quit anytime!” but never do? he’s the kind of guy to say that but MEAN IT. he just prefers his joints over painkillers because he finds they work faster

ok enough weed talk. he’s getting his masters in biomedical engineering. its obvious you guys ive seen this everywhere.

he wants to make people better prosthetics. he also got a degree in prosthetics and orthotics techs but it was only a 2 year so its ‘just a paper’ as he says

he studies hardcore. its surprising he even makes friends (sorry viktor) but he saw a lot of potential in jayce as a student from people watching. like in canon au :D!

on that note, biggest people watcher. its actually kind of how he got his friends. extroverts pick up introverts from introvert daycare (the corner of the room)

relationship headcanons

if you guys were to meet, it would be one of those silly meetcute things.

hear me out. you book a study room with your friends to study for exams, but none of them show. shame. one got sick, the other had to go home to see their parents or something. all in all, you were DITCHED by your homies

now. someone coordinating the rooms messed up. viktor had that room booked the SAME time you did! gasp! he just likes the space of the rooms to properly spread out his work.

anyway you were already in the room and he shows up. and just stands there. awkwardly. standing man emoji.

instead of apologizing, he STANDS HIS MFING GROUND. “i have this room booked for three hours.”

“thats crazy because ME TOO.”

you go back and forth, before you both realize the confirmation email you got was from the same person or whatever. who had booked the room for you two. not two separate rooms.

after viktor makes a small mumble of “of course”, you offer to let him stay anyway. and explain that you originally had friends going over but they dipped.

its exam season, you aren’t leaving and you aren’t gonna kick him out! thats so cruel!!!

at the end you end up exchanging numbers. and find out you’re in the same dormitory building!!!

he invites you to study with him in a study room next time, to ‘prevent the coordinator from messing up again’ — he just likes your presence

bing bang boom friends. occasionally one of you begins to break silence, asking silly questions about futures and families and holidays. conversation is limited, you are both locked in to studying most of the time

unfortunately YOU are the one to ask him out. viktor is literally just comfortable with your presence and too in his head to think you’d ever LIKE him romantically.

you take him to a museum. yeah. the local one had a free day for students. you’re also 100% chill with sitting whenever he looked uncomfortable. even if he denied needing rest, his face did that little scrunch thing and you just knew

after that you went to the uni again, to the dining hall. and he insisted on giving you a meal off of his meal plan. he said he ‘barely uses them all anyway,’ and forces you to take it. even if it kind of wasn’t allowed. he just lied to the clerk and said he was going to take it home.

very sweet if him, breaking RULES?

thats like the only rule he breaks for you

no, he won’t let you sleep in his dorm

no, he won’t sleep in YOUR dorm either

no, he won’t sneak out past curfew

(unless ur dying)

there was a time you texted him ‘help’ at midnight and he made his way all the way to your dorm very quietly.

turns out you had burnt popcorn. and it tasted horrible and you were honestly stressed to the point of tears. he thought you had gotten hurt. he proceeded to lecture you on appropriate texts to send at midnight past curfew. for like an hour.

glorious ovulation i need to smoke with him.

[v4mpvelocity]

Was it worth it?

pairing: Park Gyeong Seok(player 246) x female reader

SMUT MDNI

Warnings: P in V, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), overstimulation, Gyeong-Seok being a munch,

A/N: I hope this ok? i’ve been so burnt out after last night so i wrote this all in one go

The games were over, money split between all of the remaining players. The final vote had been 51:50 to X's, subsequently ending the games. You had left and started over with Gyeong-Seok, the man you met during the games and the man who stole your heart. Paying off your debts, taking your lives back from those who forced you to live in fear.

There was an age difference, a stark one at that. You were only 21 and he was 42, a mature man with a child, some may say that you were wasting your time. Neither of you cared, you were both adults who were in a consenting relationship. Gyeong-seok and you had used the money won from the games to pay for Na-yeons cancer treatment and move into a nicer 2 bedroom flat.

Life was much better now, no debts, no unpaid cancer treatments, no worries about if you can pay the rent this month or be able to put food on the table. The money was a godsend, a lifesaver if you will, but you couldn’t help think back to how you got this money. The countless innocent people who had their lives ripped away from them by some heartless bastards all because they followed the wrong path in life. The games haunted you, from that stupid alarm song to the masks that the guards wore, gunshots, blood. You had enough money to live now, comfortably. Enough money where you never had to work multiple jobs at once ever again, but at what cost?

You didn’t have time to worry about any of that, your main priority was ensuring that your family is cared for and looked after. After all this money allowed Na-yeon to be a kid, do the things she should have been able to do all along. Na-yeon was currently at daycare, providing you and Gyeong-Seok with a rare moment of solitude in the quiet of your home, and you both intended to use it to your advantage.

That’s what led you to where you were right now, on the bed legs spread wide open whilst Gyeong-Seok devoured your pussy where he had been for the past 2 hours. Forcing orgasm after orgasm from your abused flesh. Tongue flicking and circling your sensitive clit, the motions causing the pleasure to hit you in debilitating waves, stopping every so often to press a kiss to your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

Face flushed, body slick with sweat, eyes half closed and mouth contorted into a O as a constant string of whines and moans left your throat. Fingers fucking into you at a wild pace, the sound of squelching echoed throughout the room as his fingers curled inside of you to stroke your sweet spot. Your tight hole clenching around his fingers, you needed more, you needed him.

‘G-Gyeong…nghhmmm…need you….so bad…need you in me’ You whined, tears threatening to spill due to the fact your pussy was so overstimulated but wanted so much more at the same time. Your head was spinning, the room seeming to be spinning with it, all you could hear was the sounds of Gyeong-Seoks muffled moans and the sound of your folds squelching as he fucked his fingers into you mercilessly.

‘You want me in you honey? hm? that what you want baby?’ Gyeong-Seok muttered against your soaked folds, a mix of cum, spit and lube all mixed together causing your pussy to glisten with moisture.

‘such a pretty pussy baby…so fuckin pretty’ He said, wether he was talking to you or to himself you didn’t know, and frankly you were too fucked out to care, even though he hadn’t even put his cock inside of you yet. He always insisted on ensuring that your fully prepared for him, he was thick and long, but you needed him inside you no matter how big the stretch.

Gyeong-Seok pressed a final sloppy kiss to your clit before pulling away, the now lack of the intense sensations that you had previously been feeling caused a whine to come from you.

‘Shhh…Shhh baby….’ Gyeong-Seok muttered, coming up to take one of your perk nipples into his mouth, sucking and circling as he kneaded the other one with his hand. You let out soft moans

Gyeong-seok had you folded almost in half into a mating press position, knees to your chest and thighs spread at an almost embarrassing angle while his cock rammed into you with an animalistic pace. His thick length abusing your gummy walls, making you feel as if your being split in half. His thick tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, filling you up entirely.

You were reduced to a mess, babbling and moaning, unable to string a sentence together without being rudely interrupted with a pornographic moan being ripped from within you. His pace was relentless, hard and rough yet no matter how hard and how rough he fucked you he always managed to ensure that you feel loved, not used.

Your face was tear-streaked, pussy overstimulated after cumming 4 times already, but Gyeong-Seok insisted you had more in you.

‘Oh come on honey…..you can take one more shh..ahh yeah you can’ He muttered in your ear, voice rough and low with lust. Kissing your temple as he began to slam his hips into you harder, your tits bouncing with the force of each movement. Fingers gripping his biceps as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded. You could feel the pressure in your stomach begin to become more prominent, the need to cum almost painful.

‘Please-I…oh fuck I cant…oh fuck i cant ’ You said, the words almost incoherent from your fucked out state. Tears now free falling down your face, the line between pain and pleasure becoming increasingly blurred with every thrust. The overstimulation was intense. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room, your moans and whimpers mixing with his grunts in a cacophony of noise. Gyeong-Seok gripped your chin in his hand forcing you to lock eyes with him, pupils dialated with lust.

‘Come on honey….i’ve got you….that’s a good girl…oh fuck one more baby’ Your hole clenched around his cock, squeezing him deliciously. You could feel his cock twitch inside you informing you that he was close to cumming. Holding out in order to make you cum on his cock again, to see you fall apart all because of him. His movements were raw, not soft, but yet you could still feel every ounce of love he was pouring into them.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a freight train, thighs shaking as a pornographic moan was emitted from you. Gyeong-seok held you close, fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts had slowed but still held the same force behind them. Juices gushing out around his cock dripping onto the sheets beneath you. Gyeong-Seok followed not long after, his hot sticky cum spilling deep inside you. He pulled out with a soft ‘pop’, his cum leaking from your well used hole.

‘Let’s clean you up honey’ He said, going to the bathroom to retrieve a warm rag. He came back and sat next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead as he gently wiped away the remains of your encounter. Your quivering flesh still overstimulated from the rough fucking, Gyeong-Seoks caring actions a stark different to how rough he had just been moments prior.

‘You okay baby? yeah? good girl’ Gyeong-Seok asked, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. Rolling off of you and pulling you into his chest. Whispering soft praises into your ear as you drifted off to sleep. Whilst the circumstances of which provided you with this life were less than ideal, you couldn’t complain.

[kjack89]

Just going to try to write my way through it, I guess.

Pre-slash/friendship, modern AU. Cw: suicide ideation, depression.

“Hey,” Grantaire said, a little awkwardly, and Enjolras glanced up at him. “Can I, uh, talk to you?”

For a brief moment, Enjolras was tempted to either point out that they were already talking, or the grammatically correct way of asking was ‘May I’, or any other of their usual way of mostly mocking the other, but something about the way Grantaire was toying with the hem of his t-shirt made Enjolras think this was something serious.

“Yeah, of course,” he said instead, tucking his phone in his back pocket. “Do you, uh, want to go outside?”

The back room of the Musain had thinned after the meeting had wrapped up, but there were enough stragglers that someone would probably overhear if they stayed. Grantaire jerked a shrug and gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. He rolled his eyes but did, heading out to the alley with Grantaire on his heels.

“So,” Enjolras said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and resting his back against the brick wall. “What’s up?”

Grantaire mirrored his pose, his shoulder just brushing against Enjolras’s. “So you know I had surgery recently.”

Enjolras glanced sideways at him. “Yeah,” he said, a little cautiously. “Gallbladder, right?” Grantaire nodded. “How, uh, how’s the recovery been?”

“Fine,” Grantaire said. “As expected.”

Enjolras nodded. “Ok,” he said, still cautious about where this was headed. “I mean, I’m glad to hear it, but—”

Grantaire turned to face him, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I need you to do me a favor.”

That was not entirely what Enjolras had expected. “Sure?”

Grantaire took a deep breath before withdrawing one hand from his pocket, extending it to Enjolras. “I need you to hold onto these.”

Enjolras reached out automatically. “What—” he started, breaking off when he saw that Grantaire had just handed him a pill bottle. “You’re allowed to take painkillers.”

He didn’t mean to blurt it like that, didn’t even know that they were painkillers, though given Grantaire’s history, it probably made the most sense, and besides—

“I know that,” Grantaire said, breaking Enjolras’s thought spiral.

At least temporarily.

“I mean,” he said, scrambling for something to say that wouldn’t make him sound like an idiot, “even with your– your problem.”

Grantaire raised both eyebrows. “My addiction,” he said. “You can say it, it’s not a dirty word.”

Enjolras jerked a nod. “Right, of course. I just mean—”

“I can take prescription painkillers as prescribed by a doctor without violating my sobriety, I know,” Grantaire said. He gave Enjolras a sideways look. “Little curious why you know that.”

Enjolras shrugged, feeling a flush cross his face. “I did some research,” he muttered.

Grantaire blinked. “Did you?” he asked, sounding surprised.

Enjolras cleared his throat. “So then why—”

Grantaire looked away. “I just. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to hold onto them right now.” He shrugged. “But I am still in some pain so if I need one, I’ll come to you.”

Enjolras glanced down at the pill bottle. “Don’t you think Joly, or Combeferre—”

“You’re the only one whose schedule is as fucked as mine is.”

Enjolras half smiled. “Fair enough.” His smile faded as he turned the pill bottle over in his hand. “I still don’t understand,” he admitted. “If you think you might relapse…” Something tightened in Grantaire’s expression, and Enjolras felt his stomach plummet with realization. “You’re not worried about relapsing, are you.”

He didn’t pitch it as a question, and Grantaire shook his head. “No,” he said quietly. “No I’m not.”

Enjolras’s mouth went dry. “R—”

Grantaire scrubbed a hand across his mouth before forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Look, it’s not– things just aren’t great right now, you know?” he said, something dismissive in his tone, as if this wasn’t a big deal, or as if he was trying to convince himself of that. “And I don’t need to have any, uh, means on hand to do something stupid.”

Enjolras’s grip on the pill bottle was so tight that his knuckles were white. “Are you—”

Grantaire’s eyes darted to his and away again. “I don’t have any plans, I promise.” He shrugged again, twisting the hem of his shirt between his fingers. “But it’s also getting harder and harder to see a way through it, you know?”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said quietly. “I know.”

Grantaire took a deep breath. “Anyway. Like I said, I’ll, um, I’ll let you know if I need one.”

He turned as if to leave, as if he thought there was any world in which Enjolras would let him just walk away. There wasn’t, of course, and Enjolras reached out automatically to grab his arm. “Grantaire—”

“What?” Grantaire asked, something wary in his expression as he glanced back at him.

“You’re not allowed to do anything stupid.”

Something tightened in Grantaire’s expression before he barked a dry, humorless laugh. “To listen to you, I do something stupid every day.”

But Enjolras refused to let him brush this off. “You know what I mean.”

Grantaire sighed. “I promise, I have no plans—”

“But you have thought about it,” Enjolras said sharply, daring Grantaire to contradict him. “And like I said, you’re not allowed to.”

Grantaire shook his head. “I never was very good at following orders, Apollo.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “Like my order for you to never call me that again?”

A ghost of a smile twitched across Grantaire’s lips. “Exactly.”

Enjolras didn’t dignify that with a response. “I don’t care,” he said stubbornly, finally letting go of Grantaire’s arm. “I’m giving you an order anyway. If the thought of disobeying an order or, I don’t know, disappointing me or whatever gives you even a second’s hesitation, then it’s worth it.”

Grantaire sighed, his expression tightening again. “The disappointment angle is a nice touch, but I disappoint you in everything I do, so.”

He jerked another shrug but Enjolras shook his head. “No,” he said quietly. “You don’t.” Grantaire didn’t look convinced and Enjolras frowned, searching his expression. “If the thought of disappointing me won’t help, what will?”

“Intensive in-patient therapy that my insurance won’t cover, an updated drug regimen that I can’t get approved because the next appointments to see a psychiatrist are 6 months out at the earliest, and a society that’s not on the precipice of fascism, mostly.”

Enjolras nodded. “Well. Good thing I’m already doing what I can on that last front.”

Grantaire managed a small, tired smile. “I know.”

Enjolras hesitated before asking, “Is there anything else?”

“It’s not the kind of problem that has a solution,” Grantaire told him.

“I know that.”

“I mean, I’m sure you’d love to organize a march against my mental illness or whatever—”

“I really would,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s lips twitched. “Change.org petition?”

Despite everything, Enjolras snorted a laugh. “Oh, absolutely. Sign here to tell Grantaire’s depression to fuck off.”

Grantaire’s smile widened. “If we get 10,000 signatures, the White House has to respond.”

“Exactly.” Enjolras hesitated before telling him, “If there was anything I could do, I would. In a heartbeat.”

Grantaire’s smile faded. “Yeah, well.” He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the ground. “Kind of a moot point. But, uh, thanks. For, you know.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, matching his tone. “You’re welcome.”

Grantaire hesitated, glancing up at him. “Enjolras—”

“What?”

“Give me a reason not to.”

Enjolras sucked in a breath. His immediate, initial instinct was to tell Grantaire anything he wanted to hear, to tell him that he knew Grantaire had feelings for him and maybe, with time, Enjolras could develop feelings back. It wasn’t entirely a lie, after all.

But it also wasn’t what Grantaire needed to hear.

He needed to hear the truth.

So instead, he took a deep breath, and he told him, “Because I want to win.”

Grantaire stared at him. “What?”

“Four years from now, ten years from now, however long it takes. I want to be able to tell you, ‘I told you so’.”

Grantaire’s brow furrowed. “About what?”

“Any of it,” Enjolras told him. “All of it. That we were right, that we changed things, that things got fucking better because we fought tooth and nail for every scrap of better we could get. I want to be able to tell you that.”

Grantaire cocked his head. “So to be clear, you want me to stay alive so that you can gloat?”

He sounded almost amused, and Enjolras shrugged. “I figure if your spite’s not enough to keep you going, maybe mine will.”

“You’ve got enough spite to share?” Grantaire asked dryly, and at the look Enjolras gave him, barked a laugh. “Ok, stupid question.”

“Very,” Enjolras agreed.

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “You’re supposed to say there’s no such thing as a stupid question.”

Enjolras arched an eyebrow. “And yet you’re bound and determined to prove that statement wrong every single day.”

“Maybe that’ll be what keeps me going,” Grantaire said.

But Enjolras didn’t laugh at that. “Whatever it takes.”

Grantaire nodded. “Right. Thanks, I think.”

Again he turned to go, and again Enjolras couldn’t let him. “Grantaire—”

“What?” Grantaire said, and Enjolras reached out to pull him into a hug. “Oof. Um. Hi?”

Enjolras didn’t let go as he told him, as fiercely as he had promised anything in his life, “If you do anything to hurt yourself, I will kill you.”

Grantaire huffed a light laugh, patting Enjolras’s back. “I think that would kind of defeat the purpose—”

“I mean it.”

Grantaire shook his head and tried to pull away. “Enj… I’ve failed at everything you’ve ever asked of me.”

Enjolras nodded. “I know.”

“What makes you think this time will be different?”

“Because it has to be.”

“Well,” Grantaire said, after a long moment. “We’ll see, I guess.”

Enjolras nodded and gave Grantaire a tight smile. “I’m going to be unbearable for a while, just as a fair warning.”

Grantaire made a face. “I would expect nothing less.” He hesitated before adding, “And you can tell people, I guess. It’s not really a secret.”

“You realize I’ll be roping all of our friends into making sure you stay alive.”

Grantaire just shrugged. “It’s not the worst thing you’ve roped them into.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

But Grantaire didn’t smile at that, instead looking away as he told Enjolras, “I really never wanted to be one of your causes.”

Enjolras shook his head. “You’re not,” he said firmly, and when Grantaire gave him a look, he added, “But you are one of my friends.”

Grantaire jerked a nod. “I– thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Enjolras repeated. “And I’ll, uh, I’ll keep these safe.”

What he wanted to say was, I’ll keep you safe, but judging by the small, lopsided but nonetheless genuine smile Grantaire gave him, he understood anyway.

And hopefully, he might find a way to believe that Enjolras meant it.

[in-cis-and-het-collector]

you wake up in the field.

again.

ha.

ha ha ha.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

-ah. ok. this is fine. you're alright. that was probably just a really nice dream, obviously. you can't escape, no matter what. ok Siffrin, back on the stage. you stand up and-

you stand-

you try and stand, but you cannot move. you pull at the flesh making up your stupid body, yet you dont move a blinding inch. your body just lays there, feeling weirdly exposed to the elements, with its arms behind its head.

now that you think about it, your clothes feel weird, and this pose is definitely NOT the usual starting pose, prone and sleepy. no, your arms are behind your head, almost smug. your legs are crossed with the one on top tapping its foot to some false beat you cannot hear. your mouth is pulled in some grimace or smirk, and there is a humming in your throat. Somethings wrong, off script in the worst way. you start to panic, but just as you start you hear mirabelle's call

"Sif~frin! wake up sleepyhead, we need to get ready!"

That's... not Mirabelle. that's her voice, yes, but that's not the Housemaiden. wrong line, wrong infection, wrong everything. you would get up to look at her if it weren't for your failure to control your body. suddenly, your mouth opens, and out pours a slimey voice that's disturbing in its familiarity.

"ugh, can it ms.alarm clock, we cant all be bright eyed and bushy tailed this early in the day, y'know?"

"oh siffrin, I know, but i need you to do me a big favor~ pleeease?"

your body sighs

"fine, what is it?"

as this mockery of the script continues, you are struck with revulsion, fear and confusion. you dont know how you managed to break the story this bad, but you need to talk to Loop. they usually have some clue on how to fix your faliures, or at least move on.

as you watch your body maneuver through Dormont, you catologue the changes made, and try to figure out what happened. when you look at the broken change god statues, you feel like you piece it together, but whatever you piece together gets taken from your mind just as fast, filling your thoughts with burnt sugar. in other news, Loop wasn't at the favor tree! its one more puzzle piece in your mind that makes up the secret of what happened. as your body approaches Bonnies start, you make a realization.

you did escape your loops, it wasn't a dream.

this isn't your stage. you have taken Loops role, without a physical form to guide with. the reason this script looks so off to you is because it isn't your script. you somehow got yourself stuck in another Siffrins timeloop, and can't even help them! you're going to have to watch them fail again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and you cant do anything. your family will move on while you are stuck here, forever. this realization throws you for such a loop you miss Bonnies talk entirely.

this is a hell you made yourself, copy

best watch the play

!

[poetlus]

PROMISE — ex!kenma x reader

SYNOPSIS: you and kenma don’t know how to be exes, but you also don’t know how to be together. so, you made a promise to yourself: this is going to be your last time.

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: hrrnnng not proofread but ive been through all this.. so source: trust me. probably ooc kenma

You and Kenma had been on and off for.. a while. The two of you didn’t know how to be exes. You didn’t know how to move on. There was so much history, so much chemistry. How could you be as comfortable with anyone else as you were with each other? How could you love someone else as much as you loved him?

Despite breaking up over and over again, the two of you didn’t love each other any less; However, you were starting to get tired of this cycle. You didn’t want to feel like you had the world in your hands one day, and nothing the next. It was exhausting being with Kenma, but it was even more so being without him.

So, you made a promise to yourself. No matter how much you missed him, how much everything reminded you of him, how many times you thought about texting him, you wouldn’t. You weren’t going to go back, this was the last time.

The last time.

“Kenma, I can’t keep doing this. It’s so hard to keep this cycle up. It’s hard for the both of us.. You know it.” The boy was quiet, much like he always was when you were arguing. Quiet and passive. You hated that about him, how he would always let you do the talking. You wanted him to fight for you, dammit. Tell you that you were in the wrong. Keep you. You wanted him to keep you.

“If that’s what you want, okay.” He said, nodding. There was no expression in his face– he was never one to show his emotions. Your lip began to tremble and your eyes welled up. Dammit. There you go again.

“This– yeah. This is what I want. This is what we need.” He nodded once more. You turned around and began walking away. You were hoping for him to shout your name, grab your arm, anything to indicate that he wanted you to stay. But he didn’t.

The next few days were spent in your bed. You didn’t want to go anywhere, do anything, in case you saw him. Seeing him was the worst thing that could happen right now. His recognizable two-toned hair, hearing his soft voice, seeing his gorgeous eyes– the ones you fell for when you first saw him.

Those gorgeous, calm, golden fucking eyes.

You wanted to resent him. You wanted to be angry with him and you wanted to loathe him, but you just couldn’t. That boy, no matter what he did, was an angel. He was your best friend, your anchor. Someone you could go to no matter what, and now that’s gone. Now you had nobody.

Sixteen days.

It had been sixteen days since you and Kenma broke up, and the wound was still fresh. You were still heartbroken. You had been out in public and had seen him, and every time, your heart was torn even further. You kept him unblocked on everything, as did he. You were still easily accessible, and yet he did nothing.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you looked at the clock. 1:14AM. You should definitely go to sleep soon. You were just about to set your phone down when you got a text from an unsaved number.

You decided to answer it, you had nothing better to do anyway.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Hey

You:

Who is this?

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Lol, deleted my number?

I didn’t think you were serious.

Ig I was wrong

You:

???

Who is this??

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

It’s kenma, sorry

I didn’t think you’d answer

Fuck. What were you going to do? You promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back together with Kenma, but you missed him so fucking bad. You were always the first to break no contact, but it was him this time. Maybe something was wrong? You should at least check if he was okay.

You:

Oh

Hi

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Sorry

I thought you wouldve had my number saved

You:

No, I really was serious this time lol

But r u ok?

Yeah, use short messages– to convince him you were being genuine about ending the cycle.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Ya

R u?

You:

Yup

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

That’s good.

You:

Y did u text me?

Kenma:

Wanted to check up on you

And it’s cold outside

You:

?

Why does the temperature matter lol

Kenma:

Ok this is gonna sound completely crazy

But

Im outside

Like of ur house

And I was hoping you could talk to me in person?

But its ok if u dont

But I just wanna lyk im sorry

For everything

Is he being serious? He’s outside?? You peeked out of your bedroom window and there he was, a dark figure sitting on the curb across the street from your house. Were you going to go out there? Maybe just for a second. Maybe just to hear him out.

You:

I’ll be out

Moments later, you walked out of your front door in your pajamas and a hoodie. Feeling the cool breeze flow through your clothes made you shiver.

“Kenma?” You spoke, your voice slicing through the cold night like a sharp blade. He looked up from his phone and sat up, walking towards you.

“Y/n,” He said, almost sounding relieved. He walked up to you and you shied away from him, avoiding being too close. Kenma took a step back in turn.

“So, um, like in my text… I wanted to say that I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Kenma, you have nothing to be sorry about. I–”

“No, I do. I wish I had treated you better. I wish I had made an attempt to keep you with me, I wish I did everything differently. I wish I made you want to stay.”

In all honesty, you were shocked with how much Kenma just confessed. You never knew how much he was holding back, or even how much he cared. You knew he cared, but not this much. You never knew such a blank expression was carrying so much emotion.

“I– Kenma.. You were perfect. You’re an angel.” He furrowed his brow and shook his head, a street lamp illuminating his almost frustrated face.

“If I’m so perfect, why do we break up so much? What am I doing wrong?” Kenma reached for your hand and you hesitantly pulled away, pulling him out of his emotional mind. His facial expression softened and he looked sorrowful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t come here to yell at you.. I should go.”

When he took a step away from you, you muttered a small, “wait” Just barely loud enough for him to hear. He turned around silently.

“I want to talk about what we did wrong. And… how we can fix this. Us. Because I hate being without you, and I love you with my whole heart, I really do. I see you in everything, Kenma. I look for you in every stranger I meet and I think about you in everything I do.” Before you could stop yourself, the words were flowing out like a spilled glass of water– and your tears were spilling, too. You wiped your face with your sleeve and as you’re about to continue on, the warmth of Kenma’s body heat engulfs you.

“Oh, honey.” He says as he pulls you closer to him, letting you sob into his jacket. He begins to tear up, too, thinking of something to say. “Why are we doing this to ourselves?” The boy pet your hair and kissed your head until you got quieter, and eventually pulled away from him

You wiped your face once again and looked at him, the moonlight reflecting off of a single tear on his cheek. You cupped his face in your hands and wiped his tear away with a thumb. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, letting more tears fall. Despite being with Kenma for so long, you had never once seen him cry, nor show this much emotion in general. You felt more connected to him than ever.

“How are we going to fix us, Y/n?” Kenma sniffled.

“Oh, Kenma, I have no idea.” You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. Those gorgeous, calm, golden eyes.

“I promise, I’ll try my best to fix us.” Kenma took your cheek in his left hand. He held his right hand out with his pinky up. You smiled and intertwined your own pinky with his.

“Me too, Kenma. I promise, this is our last time breaking up. We won’t ever again after this.”The two of you sealed the deal with a kiss and another hug, smiling warmly at each other.

“So…” You trailed off. Kenma looked curiously at you. “why were you outside of my house at 1AM? Were you—”

“No.. I was just taking a walk and ended up here— it’s not like that, I promise I wasn’t being a creepy ex.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” You looked at him suspiciously and then broke out into laughter, filling the silence of the night with your love for Kenma.

[tateypots]

The Shower

18+ MDNI

Pairing : Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader (sorry no Tommy in this one).

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Ok so I'd like everyone to take a second to appreciate the amazing new Collared moodboard/banner (not sure of the correct terminology) that was sent to me as a gift by the completely wonderful @aurorawritestoescape/@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. I think we can all agree that it's totally awesome!

I'm so insanely touched that she took the time out to create something so beautiful for my story and I thought as a thank you I would drop an extra little Collared chapter.

When I was writing the last chapter (before the story got away from me and derailed all my plans) I actually drafted out a version of the shower scene that Joel tells Tommy about. And as the bare bones were already drafted I have fleshed it out to be it's own chapter. So this will sit between Surrender and Uncle Tommy's Mistake. I hope you enjoy.

Please note that the moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is never described past having boobs and a vagina.

Warnings: Non-con, dark!Joel, kidnapping, Daddy kink, talk of squirting (Joel not really having a clue how it works), restraints, joint showering, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m), cum eating.

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You awaken from your nap to Joel pulling out of you, your pussy aching at the prolonged stretch of having him inside you. A small whimper escapes before you’re even fully aware of what is happening.

“I know baby, I know. It’s a lotta cock for your little pussy to hold inside for so long hmm?”

You nod against his chest, still fully lying atop him “yes Daddy.”

Joel’s cock throbs at hearing that name fall from you with such ease after months of resistance. Before he can get carried away he rolls you off him onto your back on the bed and gets up with a groan.

“Need to clean us both up baby, you made a big mess,” he tells you, basking in the memory of your little pussy squirting all over him. He was surprised how arousing he’d found it. It was never something he’d given much thought in the before but fuck, how he’d enjoyed knowing he’d pushed you to the pinnacle of pleasure.

You pull your knees to your chest and tuck your head in, aiming to make yourself as small as possible, raw with vulnerability after finally surrendering yourself to Joel.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to,” you whimper, worried you’re about to get in trouble, “I don’t know what happened, I’ve never wet myself before. I’m so sorry Daddy, please don’t be mad at me!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, crouching down to tug your face up to look at him. “I ain’t mad at you baby, you made Daddy so happy with what you did. C’mere,” he sits on the bed and drags you into his lap. “You didn’t wet yourself baby, you squirted, you know what that means?”

You shake your head timidly at him as he strokes your arm and you sink into his embrace. He wasn’t entirely sure on the mechanics of it himself but seeing your confused little face peering up at him the urge to soothe you burned through him, even if he had to bluff a little in order to do it.

“Well, you know how wet your little pussy gets when Daddy’s makin’ you feel good? Well some special girls, like you, when they feel especially good, their pussies can squirt out some of that wetness. That’s why it made me so happy baby, showed me how much you were enjoyin’ yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to reply, not really sure what to make of what he was telling you, still unsure as to whether to be embarrassed or not. It had felt really good but you couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed by your body again. You had started to bare yourself emotionally to Joel, still a little scared and unsure but it seemed like your body was refusing to hold anything back. It would not keep any secrets from him.

He watched your face scrunch up as you contemplated his explanation. God he loved how innocent you were. You’d clearly led a very sheltered existence pre-outbreak and now he got to teach you everything you’d been missing out on. His cock throbs again at the thought.

He placed you back on the bed, getting up and disappearing into his room briefly and returning with the key to your collar.

“Come on baby, lets take a shower, get all cleaned up.”

He kept a hand tight around your bicep as he unlocked you. It’s not really necessary, there’s no way you’d attempt anything. You couldn’t beat him in a fight. And even if you were fast enough to slip away from him you wouldn’t survive long outside, naked in the freezing temperatures. And that’s without the added complication of also managing to slip past Tommy. But Joel refuses to take any risks with you after all the progress he’s made so his grip remains tight and bruising.

Guiding you into the bathroom he sits you down on the toilet, closing and locking the door behind him before turning on the shower head and waiting for the water to heat up. Once it was warm enough he guides you under the stream before climbing in after you.

You relax in the heat of the water, enjoying the comforting patter of it on your skin as Joel hastily washes himself behind you. Before long you feel his big soapy hands on you, making sure he captures every inch of skin on your back half before pulling you back into his chest to reach around you and repeat the process over your front. His hands linger on your breasts, squeezing and massaging softly before tweaking the nipples. You moan at his ministrations, pangs of arousal shooting to your core, so pleasurable despite your poor, abused pussy aching with every pulse and throb. You feel Joel harden behind you as his hands drop lower. He pushes your top half against the wall, bending you slightly at the waist and takes the shower head from the bracket to rinse off your seam. This is typically the point of your shower that whichever brother has the job of washing you would fuck you hard against the tiles. You brace yourself for it but instead Joel replaces the shower head and kneels behind you, planting a kiss on each ass cheek before spreading them to inspect your pussy.

“She’s all red and swollen baby. She sore?”

You sniffle out a quiet “yes,” hoping he’ll take pity on you. And he does in a way.

“Don’ worry baby, Daddy’s goin’ to kiss this all better.”

Before you can even question what he means he starts placing soft little kisses on your pussy. You startle at the contact, a shocked little cry escaping you.

“Daddy what are you doing?!” you gasp, unable to fathom why he would want to put his mouth on you there.

“Mmm baby, Daddy needs a taste of you,” he mumbles into your folds, continuing to leave kisses around your entrance and over your lips.

“Daddy it’s dirty!”

“Ain’t dirty baby, bet you taste so fuckin’ sweet. It’ll feel good baby I promise, just trust Daddy k?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before slowly easing his fat tongue inside you, swirling it around before retreating and pressing in again. You can’t deny it feels incredible but you can’t help but feel uneasy at this new form of debauchery you’re being introduced to. Your head spins, the pleasure and the anxiety at war within you.

“I was right baby, you are fuckin’ delicious,” he babbles before pushing into you again.  

He slowly tongue fucks you for a few minutes and in the recesses of your brain you register how tender he’s being, how careful he is not to worsen the ache caused by his cock. He’s being kind to you. That thought alone has your heartrate soaring.

He withdraws his tongue from inside you and kisses his way down to your clit. You moan at the sensation of his tongue gently laving over it, swirling around it in ever decreasing circles before starting the maddening circuit again.

When he feels your clit start to throb under his tongue he starts alternating his little licks with softly sucking the swollen nub between his lips. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build within you. He can see your poor little pussy clenching around nothing and with a shudder and a cry you come for him. His tongue abandons your little bundle of nerves when he sees your arousal starting to leak out of you. He gently circuits your entrance before easing the hot, wet muscle back inside of you, careful not to waste a drop of your sweetness.

With a groan and a final kiss to your clit Joel detaches himself from your pussy. Standing he turns you to face him and pushes you to your knees. Gripping his angry, leaking cock in his massive hand and stroking it with urgency.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out baby.”

You hesitate for a beat before following his instruction. He growls at the sight of you on your knees for him, mouth ready and waiting. He can’t wait for the day he can sink into the wet heat of it. But he’d promised Tommy. Promised that Tommy’s cock would be the first in your mouth. This would have to be enough for now.

With a moan his balls tighten and ropes of his hot seed spurt over your face and tongue. You try to flinch away but Joel catches you with his free hand keeping you in place

“Keep that tongue out baby, be a good girl, stay right there.”

With a grunt he finishes emptying his balls on your tongue.

“Ya look so pretty all painted baby,” he tells you as he gently rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, smearing his cum over your skin.

“Now, swallow.”

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[atangledfate]

Nicole was sure that Ivory would warm up to Shard given time, but he did remind them to much of Metal. Ivory was effectively having a panic attack from being trapped inside the capsule. After all Eggman put them inside similar devices once, and then drained them of there very life force. Being trapped had brought so many bad memories back that it was no wonder the little wisp reacted like they had.

Nicole let Pearl rest in her hair, while she turned her attention to Shard. It made perfect sense that he'd have a communicator built in, it did make her plan alot easier. She did have a good plan, though she didn't know if Shard would go along with it. Actually, thinking about the way he'd acted so far he'd probably enjoy getting shot at. She wondered if all Metal units were so self destructive--- Either way she needed the transponder first.

Naturally she was so distracted she didn't really pay attention and grabbed the box--- and yanked her hands back! right he even warned her and she didn't listen!

"oww!---right hot, can we pretend i didn't do that? thanks..."

She was happy her gloves mostly protected her hands though. So it wasn't going to leave any marks or long lasting injury. Besides her foolish pride of course.

" Right, once your hooked in i'll make a broadcast and see if anyone in the recon team can hear us. If we are lucky they still have there com's pack... "

Her hand touched her the device on her wrist again making sure it was intact. Miles had built it to keep her body from emitting that odd signal, and the last thing she needed was for it to overload the coms or worse Shard. Though she didn't think it was that strong, she had no idea what it could do to him. She'd blown up computers, consoles, and everything else before miles gave her the dampener. Without it this mission could go sideways fast.

" Ok--- everything looks good. I'll make the broadcast... lets cross our fingers and hope someone is still out there..."

She tugged her own communicator from her side pack, and linked it to the Shard. Now that they were hooked up she should be able to send an encoded message. She took a deep breath and spoke into the communicator.

" Calling any survivors of Shuttle 7118, this is Lt. Nicole of Restoration recon and retrieval. If you are out there, please respond... "

she stood for a few moments before she repeated the message, with out anyone respond. It was in middle of the third repeat that a response was finally heard. but it wasn't the response she wanted to hear. It made her feel like ice was running through her veins.

" I'm afraid my dear that your friends can't respond, on account of them being buried under a building. It was a rather Tragic end to a foolish endeavor! "

Eggman's voice came through the coded channel and she froze in place at the sound. That deep fear washed over her again and she wanted to run, and hide or worse. Yet all she could do was listen and dread what this meant.

" Oh surprised? Hacking into your coded message is simple--- But had they simply given me your location they could have saved themselves! BUT alas, they were stubborn to the bitter end! but no worries! i'll have your location momentarily! Surrender! or do you wish to be responsible for another would be heroes death..."

Eggman's voice always gave her chills. Hearing it come from Shard didn't do much to quell that fear. But it seemed he'd already killed her whole team---and worse! Confirmed her fears, he was looking for her. He'd attacked the shuttle to get at her? But why? she didn't understand! Was this all about that lab? was he so determined to get his hands on her despite having abandoned her? It didn't make any sense to her and yet--- she couldn't deny what she was hearing! She felt herself fall to her knees and drop the communicator to the ground in her despair.

" ... you should both go... i ... i don't want anyone else to get hurt..."

The Tube acted as a sort of protective shell for the Wisp while inside the Wispeon. It allowed them to give there energy willingly, rather then forcefully. Normally the seal only activated during weapon discharge, but being damaged had caused it to seal up. Luckily Shard was able to pop it open like a cane of soda almost, as the little wisp shot out like a bolt of lightning! Electricity crackled along Shards outer shell as the wisp zipped around the area as a bolt of lightning! charging every metal object around the area in the process before splatting on the pavement and looking disoriented!

Nicole covered her muzzle at the light show and was kind of worried she'd get zapped! she sometimes forgot how much power a single wisp could pack! but it seemed like Pearl was at the very last ok. Nicole knelt down to the little wisp and checked them over but they didn't seem hurt just disoriented. yet as there vision came back the first thing they saw was shard! causing them to zip around nicole before putting itself between Shard and Nicole in a defensive posture!

" Pearl... its ok... i promise, he's not with Eggman..."

It took her a moment to calm the little wisp down as she curled her hands around them. Gently placing them on her head. yet the wisp didn't seem overly convinced as they hummed and made a rude whistle at Shard!

" She's like this with everyone i promise, she'll warm up to you. "

So he had a communication system inside his head? Well that certainly made sense. Though wasn't it risky for him to just tap into Eggman's comms? Or perhaps a wide frequency signal would be enough to draw enemy to them? No first she should probably just link up with her team find out what was happening and not jump to any conclusions. She did have a good idea though as she rubbed her chin eyeing the busted up shuttle.

" Your fire proof right? i mean... i assume..."

She motioned to the downed shuttle

" Think you can tear out the remains of the communications array from the shuttle? the transponder should still be safe inside the protective shell. If we hook you up to it then we can jump onto restorations coded frequency--- basically i should be able to radio my team and find out where they are! which would be a smidge safer then poking a sleeping hornet's nest..."

[clockworkreapers]

something something lesbians in victorian inspired clothing

[yashley]

Say something true!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

not to be myself on main but im still here

[nevertheless-moving]

Hesina Willshaper AU

Step one canon divergence: Amaram's army doesn't do the kind thing. Kaladin's listed next of kin are sent a letter stiffly informing them that their son is a deserter and, thanks to the highmarshall's mercy, has been sold into slavery.

Step two canon divergence: a light spren has started following Hesina around.

The letter reaches hearthstone.

Hesina cries the bones of the first ideal through labor pangs. Their wretched diamond lamp grows slightly dimmer during childbirth.

Hesina and Lirin discuss if there's anyway they could possibly find their son and pay his slave debt. They're not optimistic.

Hesina talks with her lightspren.

Lirin and Hesina talk again about trying to find their son, now that Oroden is starting to be weaned.

Hesina appears to have grown taller. No one but the two of them seem to be aware but they're worried other future changes might be more noticeable.

Hesina and Lirin realize that she can mold rock as if it was clay with stormlight. A spark of hope for freeing their son emerges.

The two leave town.

They find a slave market in the nearest city. They see other parent's sons, but not their own.

Hesina swears to free those in bondage. Stormlight starts coming easier.

They make a tunnel. Rebellion follows. Lirin is horrified by the violence (the violence is not actually that bad all things considered. a couple guards dead. some bystanders frightened. Fair amount of property damage as they rob the military barracks food supply, steal every sphere that's not nailed down. and also steal the spheres that are nailed down. (Lirin won't admit it but the stealing from lamps part is kindof fun.)).

Many of those they freed flee. Some return to slavery willingly, scared of retribution. Many decide to follow the Radiant woman who has vowed to see others like them freed.

The group proceed to the next town. They find another slave market. They make a tunnel. There is more resistance than last time, clearly they were warned something might happened. Hesina kills a man.

Lirin is terrified by what his wife is becoming.

Hesina swears to shelter those without homes. The lightspren forms an unbreakable hammer, perfect for knocking crem free from buildings. And for knocking down men.

A now larger motley group seeks shelter in a mountain town razed in one of Alethkar's many skirmishes over the last decades. Hesina builds homes. Lirin begs her to stay here, to stop fighting before she goes to far down this path, not to go to war. The slaves they've freed are split, many wanting to stay, hide, some wanting to fight and free more, with a radiant at their head, there's a real chance to change things. Hesina lingers, practicing, spends some time falling in and out of shadesmar.

Lirin and Hesina separate.

Lirin stays with Oroden and the noncombatants. Hesina leads those who want to fight to another city, still trying to find their son, still trying to free everyone's children.

The town settles into a routine. Hesina and Lirin miss one another. This is the first time they've gone longer than two days without seeing each other in the last 25 years, and the two days was only when Lirin had to travel to where someone had overturned a cart on the road nearby and Hesina had to stay and watch the children, too young to travel. besides that, it had been every day. they keep turning to talk to each other.

While the army is gone, the free town is attacked by those trying to reclaim her property.

Hesina swims deliberately through shadesmar for the first time. reaches lirin just in time.

Lirin accepts that not fighting won't stop the violence. (It breaks him just a little bit)

Hesina shouts that one person's freedom ends where another's begins. She vows to fight against powers which would rather see their people in cages then homes. A thousand light spren rise up to grant her strength.

(yes I know she's moving fast through the oaths. but she's always been a thoughtful woman and she raised two children who asked difficult questions and now shes mother to another several hundred. honestly she had already worked through some of these concepts before they became actionable on such a grand scale.)

Lirin vows to support his wife through whatever trials the Almighty seems inclined to put her through.

The lightspren, who has started to get some memories back, remembers Oathgate Spren not terribly far from here by physical realm measurements, guarding a hidden human city

the stone remembers the way the radiants once traveled.

The path to a kingdom in the sky is slow — there are many cages to break on the way.

Kaladin doesn't know it right away, because people weren't exactly telling slaves about the freedom riots, but slave wagons start having harder and harder times reaching the shattered planes after him.

Someone mocks Lirin for having a wife so determined to pursue the masculine art of war. Lirin gets pissy and decides to show them by learning to read and write to help support the administrative side of his wife's kingdom wide asskicking.

The highprinces lead a fairly successful misinformation campaign about the slave riots, lots of accusations of rampant violence, the dregs of society lashing out, you can probably imagine

The ongoing rebellion is large enough that word trickles to the bridge crews, encouraging bridge four's hope for escaping, while also making it substantially more daunting, as the crews are even better guarded than canon.

Rumors of a female radiant swirl around. Most people assume it's a woman in shardplate with some sort of tunneling fabrial, which is still pretty crazy, but several major players Take Note

A very large and tired huddled mass of people reach Urithiru. there's just enough squires, and two new willshapers with their own oaths, to make tunnels through the shattered planes and reach the oathgate without being seen by the alethi armies

the parshendi army is another story, but some are willing to take a chance listening to the neshua kadal, and come with them.

The political implications of Dalinar freeing 1000 slaves is slightly more complex, especially considering the rebellions have been impacting Sadeas the hardest

About a week after being freed, Kaladin hires a spanreed intermediary to write home and find out if his hometown is alright (again, a lot of misinformation and rumors about the violence of the riots)

Is informed by Laral that his family left town looking for him shortly before the riots started, were presumed dead

Kaladin is under the impression that 1) his parents are dead because of him 2) the Rebellion is not the righteous fallback plan that he and the men were hoping it was.

Hesina has many reasons to go to the shattered planes. Nearest part of the trade network for food and necessary goods. Many slaves to be freed from there, and a part of her still hopes to find her son, even thought its been so long. Home of Alethkar's political leaders, the source of Alethkar's slavery.

I have spent. A LOT of time imagining many possible reunions between kaladin and his mom in my highly specific high oath hesenia au. She has a couple faces she could wear when visiting the planes. Brightlady. Radiant. Cagebreaker. Queen of Urithiru (not her real title, they're tentatively trying the Listener council model, but they know what the Alethi will understand). Even darkeyed mother, if she and Lirin approach slowly from a different direction. Honestly, pleased as I am with all of the above, a lot is flexible, the key here is kaladin going "MOM??" In some fashion One possible Reunion Here

Thank you @sorchasolas for conversation and the urithiru ideas and for leading me to actually write all this down <3

[enruint]

clown jumpscare on the dash. the clown is me. i had this whole essay written out but i decided not to post that bc i am allergic to being perceived and to ever share what's going on with me. sorry chat if i were a character in a show or book i'd be the one the fans would psycho-analyze and decide that 'he'd rather have his nails pulled out one by one than share his feelings tf???' does that mean i'd be the dreaded fan fav?? having the most outrageous takes written about me??? i am joking. but also i am not. as in i am not joking about not wanting to share beyond the bare minimum on the dash right now. gotta keep up my clown face after all JHSABJKDDF anyway!! let me be srs for just a second: the one thing i will share is that i feel so burnt out. and that in turn makes me feel so icky when i log in here. i don't know what it is but i've been on a sort of semi-hiatus for 4 months alrdy and nothing really changed. i want to write here but i also don't want to. it's sickening honestly. i am going to put this blog on an official hiatus rn when it comes to ic writing until i know what to do. you're free to unfollow bc i really don't know when i'll be writing here and i hate saying that i will and then end up not doing anything. save for maybe writing some meta posts once in a blue moon, i don't think i'll be doing much. and even that i can't promise at this point. all this to say that i'll continue to be very scarce for a while. or i'll just remake. it's all up in the air for now. we'll see what future me decides.

[soobvape]

i need brownies so fucking bad rn

[jrueships]

something invokes the carnal rage in me when a grown man rages like a two-year old over a video game