#anyways I'm taking a break for a few days

[missmookie]

dilf clarke kent smut

dilf!clark kent

cw: wife!reader + husband!clark, dirty talk, slight overstim, daddy kink (if that's not your thing please click off or simply overlook it), slight breeding kink, prone boneeee

mdni/nobody under 17 yadayada blah blah or do i can't control what you do and consume + i barely check who interacts with me anyway

clark moves quietly through the hallway, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he shuts the kids’ door gently behind him. bedtime took longer than usual. something about missing water cups and "but i saw a monster in closet!" (that was actually just the clothes that you had told them to pick up and fold for days balled up in a chair.) and "dad, what's a mortgage?" — and plenty of other things he doesn't fully remember now, not when he steps into the bedroom and sees you like that.

laying across the bed in that short little silk nightdress, back to him. the light from the hallway glowing soft against the curve of your hips and that subtle dip in your spine.

he swallows.

“you tryna kill me?” his voice comes low, hoarse. tired, but touched with something darker now. something pulled taut.

you smile slow, not even looking over your shoulder. “got any more energy for me, or should i go to bed by myself tonight?”

he’s on you in seconds.

you gasp as his weight presses into the bed, and then onto your back. his body covers yours with that lazy strength he always has— like he’s not trying but still manages to take you apart.

“baby…” he murmurs, voice deep in your ear. “you sayin’ that while you look like this? you’re lucky i didn’t fuck you right there in the hallway.”

you wriggle your ass back against him and feel him already getting hard. slow and heavy between your thighs.

“then why don’t you?” you whisper. “you always say you wanna keep me full, right?”

his groan catches in his chest. you feel it rumble against your back. his hand presses into the dip of your spine, holding you in place like you’re fragile. like he’s about to break you.

“stay just like this,” he mutters, flipping up the hem of your dress, baring your soft, plump ass to the cool air. his fingers stroke over your thighs, up between them to your hole, brushing slick.

“fuck, honey,” he says, almost like it hurts. “you’re already soaked. all this for me?”

“always for you, daddy” you whimper.

he doesn’t make you wait. he pulls his leaking cock out of his sweats, giving himself a few slow strokes before pushing in slow— one deep stroke that stretches you wide as your breath hitches and you mush your cheek deeper into the pillow.

"so fuckin' warm," he groan. "golly, this pussy. she missed me, huh?"

his hips roll, deep and slow at first. your breath stutters with every thrust, your legs spreading wider subconsciously. he pushes one hand under your belly, lifts your hips just slightly, and the angle has you sobbing.

“that’s it, baby,” he rasps. “take it. take all of it for me.”

you moan out, drool leaking from the corner of your lips. "mmmmm i'm takin it daddy, 'm takin itt."

his cock drags against your walls so perfectly, the friction turning your brain to mush. he presses his palm between your shoulder blades, anchoring you, keeping you folded down under him as he rocks his hips harder— deeper.

his other hand snakes around your waist, fingers slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit slow and steady. he knows your body all too well by now.

“look at you,” he breathes. “this little dress, that pretty ass — fuck, i come back from tuckin’ the kids in and you’re laid out beggin’ for it.”

you whine into the pillow, thoughts crumbling. "i wasn't begging."

“you are now,” he smirks, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming it back in.

you cry out. your legs shake, as you twist the sheets in your fists.

he leans over you again, chest to your back, mouth pressed to your ear. “c’mon, sweetheart. lemme hear it. tell me how good it feels.”

“feels so good, clark,” you choke out. “so deep, i— i mmm, can’t think daddyy.”

“don’t need to think, baby,” he whispers. “just gotta cum for me, cream all over me sweetheart.”

his thrusts become erratic, the repeated plap-plap-plap! of his hips slapping against your ass echoing around the room, your soaked cunt squeezing him and squelching with every thrust.

“gonna fill you up so good,” he groans. “fuck this pussy full of my cum, just like you wanted. that what you needed, right baby? wanna be full with my babies again, hm?”

“yesyesyesyes, clark, please!” you sob, your voice breaking. "fill up my pussy, i wan' it s'bad!"

he lets out a small moan against the skin of your neck, his cock beginning to twitch inside you. “i got you,” he pants. “cum with me. wanna feel you let go around me when i cum, baby. please.”

you come apart in his hands, legs trembling and back arched. your cunt is milking him in desperate, pulsing waves. he presses his mouth to your shoulder as he cums with a low, broken moan— spilling hot white inside you, grinding it deep with soft thrusts as you both fall apart.

he slumps his weight over you, but not too much. one arm circles your waist as the other readjusts your satin bonnet on your damp forehead.

you sigh, dazed and fucked out.

“still tired?” you mumble.

he laughs, breathless and kisses your shoulder.

“not even a little.”

© missmookie est. 2025

[impactrueno]

[red-writes]

3 months ago you drunkenly confessed your love to your long time friend Nagi Seishiro and asked him to be your boyfriend. You were staying the night at his place and while the two of you were catching up over drinks you accidentally let it slip that you had feelings for him. To your surprise he agreed, well, it was more like “hm. okay sure” but you were over the moon anyway.

After three months of ‘dating’ you’re not so sure that Nagi is actually interested in you. Yes, he wouldn’t have accepted your offer if he thought it wouldn’t be worth his time but still…did he really have feelings for you? The two of you didn’t really do couple stuff. Your ‘dates’ consist of going to his house and just watching movies or playing a game, he wasn’t very romantic and didn’t do pda and you have only been intimate once and it was the night you told him you liked him. which was fine...you didn't need to have sex in order to know he liked you too but the fact that you guys hadn't had sex since, on top of his lack of affection and how nothing seemed to change in your relationship at all after becoming official just solidified it for you, he only agreed to date you to be nice.

and that's how you ended up inviting him over to your place to "talk" in reality, you were just gonna tell him that he didn't need to force himself anymore and that it was okay to go back to just being friends.

when Nagi walked into your apartment, he could immediately tell that there was something up with you. instead of jumping into his arms and forcing him to catch you, you instead gave him a small smile and stepped aside to let him in.

you led him to your sectional and sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours you began. "Nagi...these past few months have been the best I've ever had and for that I'm extremely grateful" his heart sped up in his chest hearing you say that, he knows that being the girlfriend to a pro-footballer is hard and that a lot of the times work is put before you but he still wants you to be happy with him.

"But I know that you've only been doing this because I begged you so pitifully that day" you half-heartedly chuckle, "It's probably really hard when you have thousands of girls throwing themselves at you and you have to stay loyal to me"

At this point Nagi withdraws his hand from yours, "what are you saying..?"

You take a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is I don't want you to feel obligated to be with me, I know that you were just doing me a favor that night by s-sleeping with me and agreeing to go out with me, I was drunk and desperate but it's not fair for me to be selfish and cling knowing that you don't really see me that way"

"See you what way?" Nagi didn't mean for his voice to become so stern but it almost sounded like you wanted to break up with him and the thought made his stomach drop.

Your cheeks feel warm as you exhale, "Well..you don't really touch or kiss me like couples do you know? I thought you weren't attracted to me because of that"

"We do kiss" Nagi rebuts

"Yeah, only if I initiate it though, boys usually naturally want to kiss the girl they like.." you sort of mumble the last part but Nagi still hears you. he hears you loud and clear now.

His lips are on yours before you can blink lips locking together perfectly and you moan into the kiss (you just like him so much okay?) and it feels good, as Nagi lays you down onto your couch. it feels good when his warm hands slip under your top fingers ghosting along your ribcage. it feels good when you feel his knee slip between your thighs and without thinking you grind down onto it. you were okay with the thought of never sleeping with Nagi again if that's what it took to still call him yours but feeling the man press against you with a hunger that matched yours only made the pool in your panties worse.

you pull away from the kiss and Nagi's grey eyes are trained on every move that you make, almost like he's analyzing you. it makes you a little shy and you turn your head away only for his hand to find your face and peck your lips once again

"Focus" he says before sliding your shirt up until it sat under the swell of your breasts. he leans down letting his mouth hover over the smooth skin of your abdomen until his warm breath is fanning your skin. you almost don't want to look down but his command from a few seconds ago forces you to make eye contact with the striker.

that's when his lips find themselves trailing soft, hot kisses down your body until they reach the button of your jeans and he raises an eyebrow at you, asking for permission to which you eagerly nod your head. his fingers don't waste time undoing your jeans and shuffling them halfway down your thighs.

Nagi observes your panties with a sort of analytical look and it makes your chest tighten in worry but it dissipates the moment he rests his nose against the cotton and inhales your scent. the sight makes your pussy twitch and stain your underwear in your juices. he inhales when he feels the fabric deepen against his face and he shoots a pleading look up at you to which you respond, "she must like you a lot" with an embarrassed giggle that sends a pang of arousal straight to Nagi's cock. he'd been holding himself back so much these past few months in order to take things at your pace but seeing the way that you needed him just as much as he needed you sent shivers down his spine. he lifted your hips slightly to inch down the now soaked panties you wore.

Nagi spread your legs just enough so he could take in all of your pussy. it was drenched in your arousal, your clit trembling under his gaze. "Sei..please" you plead and he doesn't make you wait any longer. you feel his tongue first, soft and wet tracing circles around your clit. the sensation immediately has your back arching, hips so desperately wanting to grind into his mouth but Nagi feels your excitement growing too much and uses one of his hands to still your hips. his free hand slips between your thighs and one of his fingers presses into you. thick and rough, his finger curled up, eagerly trying to find the spot he knows will make your toes curl. his mouth switches to sucking on your clit, with gentle suction that made your hands find refuge in his white locs and pull. "Oh...Oh" you moan as Nagi's finger presses up against your g-spot. he moans in response and the delightful feeling sends more juices gushing from your cunt. Nagi could tell you were close, you wouldn't stay still. your hips were defiantly bucking into his mouth. but he wanted you to cum and he wanted you to cum hard, to make up for his lack of attention to you.

he slips another finger into your cunt and the sensation forces you to squeeze down on them, your mouth hangs open as Nagi slurps and kisses your swollen clit. his technique became slightly sloppy but by that time your eyes were already fluttering shut as your orgasm overcame you. he pulled his fingers out and rubbed them back and forth over your clit as you spasmed under him, cunt oozing cum as you quickly became overstimulated. once he was satisfied he moved his fingers and watched as your body jerked in the afterglow of the. orgasm.

he lays down on top of you, grey eyes seeking yours, "feel good?" he asks and you only respond with weak moans. he scoots up and presses a kiss on your cheek before jogging to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up with.

when he comes back he's very gentle as he wipes you down and you can't help but giggle at seeing him put so much effort in. turns out the whole time he loves you just as much as you love him.

[all-pacas]

Jealous cameron drabble pls

it's literally impossible to write jealous cameron lmaooooo

-

"I love you," Chase says, and Cameron feels something clench. She looks up from their patient's printout: just outside the ICU room, Nurse Audrey gives Chase a playful slap on the shoulder. He is holding a large iced coffee, whipped cream and a straw; she has on a jacket over her scrubs.

"We're even," Audrey scolds, laughing. She's in her forties; married, repaying the nice young doctor for some favor. It's just a coffee. It's nothing, Cameron thinks. It's nothing. She doesn't care anyway.

-

3:47 on a Tuesday, and Chase hasn't said anything yet. They're back in the conference room, his coffee down to ice and dregs. Foreman had to leave for his next round of interviews. What is Chase waiting for? Cameron thinks. They're alone; he might as well get it over with.

It has occurred to her that he's playing a game. Daring her to ask so he can use it as proof that she cares. Playing hard to get, she thinks, although she does not want to get Chase.

"Today went by fast," she says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," he agrees. She glances over at him; he's fussing with the pen he is holding. "You have clinic, right? I can take the beeper."

"Thanks," she says. Chase spins his pen between his fingers; he does not seem to notice her staring. He isn't a subtle person, that's the thing. She can imagine him playing a game, goading her into asking for her own weekly reminder; she can't imagine it not obvious on his face. He'd be looking at her. Waiting. Pleased with himself for his own cleverness, preening. He doesn't look at her, although he seems preoccupied; he looks at a reference book, then picks up his coffee and plays with the straw, then looks out the window.

At the last, Cameon pretends to be busy at the computer. Four rolls around. She shuts down the PC and now Chase is watching her. "See you tomorrow," she says.

"Yeah. Uh." He hesitates. "It's Tuesday. And I like you."

She feels a hot rush of — relief. That it's over. He broke before she did. But there's something in his voice, something in the way he says it all in a rush and gets up to pack his bag. Cameron has had all day to think of a snarky response; instead she says: "Good night."

-

Wednesday, Foreman's complaining about last week's sabotage again. Mercy had rescheduled the interview, and someone in reception had confirmed it was a man. "I was about to ask what kinda accent he had," Foreman says, "before I realized this is exactly why I need to get out of this place. I've gotten paranoid. I've gotten sucked into all of this."

Cameron looks guiltily over at Chase, who is frowning pointedly at the lab computer. "You shouldn't still be obsessing," she tells Foreman. "Who cares who did it? You'll be gone in a week."

"I'm just making a point," says Foreman.

"It was House," Chase interjects, not looking up from the computer.

"How do you know?" Foreman asks.

"Really?" asks Cameron doubtfully. House had been the first suspect, and had denied it straight away. Why would he lie? she wonders, but by the time she reaches the end of the thought — for many reasons — Chase's expression has clouded over.

"He told me," Chase says, and then with badly feigned bluster: "Don't believe me if you want; I don't care."

"I thought it was you," Cameron reminds him stupidly; even if Chase had said he hadn't, it had been so neat, so obvious. The person who did it just wanted to screw with Foreman, she remembers saying: she feels guilty and awful.

"Same," Foreman admits without remorse.

"Thanks," Chase mutters. "Good to know." He's angry, trying to keep it off his face; Foreman gives Cameron a look -- can you believe this guy? -- and she tries to avoid meeting his eyes.

"I didn't mean —" she starts. Her brain makes a random association: a few weeks ago, before everything had been ruined. I like — he'd said, grinning and searching her face: I like this. She'd known what he was hinting at, but basked in the ambiguity, in the glow. As long as he didn't say it, it wasn't anything real. It had not been a weight around her throat. "I know it wasn't you," she tries again.

Chase shrugs. He gives Foreman a dirty look; tries to smooth out his expression. "It doesn't matter," he says.

-

"Really," she says, catching up to him in the hall on the way to lunch. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"It's fine," Chase lies, already impatient.

If it were a month ago, she would know how to make this better. If it were a month ago, maybe she wouldn't have doubted him in the first place. You really think that? he'd asked last week, and she'd ignored the hurt in his voice because she'd thought he was lying.

"Do you want to — grab lunch off campus?" she asks, trying to apologize. He stops walking and looks at her. For a second it looks like Chase is on the verge of smiling — then he shrugs.

"No thanks," he says. He does not say it angrily. But he does not say yes.

-

She gives Chase a five-minute head start to the cafeteria; he is paying for his lunch when she gets in line.

She picks out a salad and half a sandwich wrapped in plastic, and when Cameron pays, she sees Chase seated with a handful of nurses, Audrey included. He is laughing at something one of them is saying. She is young and pretty, and Cameron realizes she has not seen Chase laughing in some time. Smiling. Happy.

It had not occurred to Cameron that he might be giving up.

-

She knows how to fix it, that's the thing. What she should do, what she should say. She's known that from the start.

But if he's moving on — if he's over it —

He isn't, Cameron reminds herself. He can't. Not Chase, who always invites her out for drinks after a hard day and keeps her secrets and never really gets angry, never truly is hurt. Who sleeps with his arm around her and does what she tells him and likes her, says he likes her. Bought her flowers. It feels good to be wanted. To be liked.

Two years on, House still asks her about charity cases, reminds her again and again, sneers when she catches him stumbling or wincing from pain. He's asked her for drugs, for overtime, for reasons to doubt her; House has been difficult and incessant and demanding. Chase has never asked her for anything but her heart.

But that's worse, she wants to shout sometimes. Don't you see that? She needs — time, that's all. Every Tuesday, he demands an answer, and she can't. She won't. Someday, maybe. When she's ready. When she's sure.

-

Thursday, House has a new patient. Cameron takes her history and she talks about her husband: his devotion, his determination to bring her to House. It is obvious, even only talking to one, how much they love one another. "They're devoted," she says to Foreman and Chase, filling them in on the details House won't care about. "It's really sweet."

She glances at Chase; she is expecting a look, a knowing glance. He will tease her about being a romantic; perhaps he will look hopeful. He's flipping through his notes; Foreman nods along politely but Chase isn't paying attention at all. Her mouth is dry.

He can't, she thinks.

Friday, Chase is fired.

[mandyluvsharmon]

hey idk if you're down to write non romantic fics, but if you are, would you write something for tryst from fakes where the reader is one of becca and zoe's friends (hence why not romantic) and is talking to him after they've had a really bad day? (especially if they're a people pleaser/perfectionist) and tryst comforts them and gives advice?

i miss fakes, and i'm still mad that they gave me my favorite trope of "local man accidentally adopts dumbass teenagers who see him as a parental figure" and then cancelled the show right when it was getting good.

Life Lessons With Tryst!

It's Four thirty on a Thursday afternoon and Tryst comes crashing into the penthouse like a hurricane.

"Hola Chica's I brought lunch!" He announces loudly

He looks around in confusion.

He can hear sobbing but, can't quite locate its source.

"Hello?! Oh, god! Please don't tell me this place is haunted because that's the last fucking thing I need right now!"

He turns the corner and sees a young blond girl all curled up on the sofa.

"Um, who are you?" He asks.

The girl looks up. Her eyes are all puffy and red.

"Katie." She replies. " I'm a friend of Becca and Zoe. Who are you?"

"I'm Tryst. Tryst with a Y. Speaking of Becca and Zoey...where are they?" He asks

"I don't know. They were here a few minutes ago."

She answers. She's starting to sob again.

"Well they couldn't have gone far. Let me see if I can go find..."

"Will you stay with me until they come back?"

She asks.

"Um,okay." He replies as he stands there awkwardly. "Want a cookie ?" He asks as he reaches into a bag.

"Okay " she says as she takes the cookie.

"I can't believe I'm going to ask this" he sighs

"What's wrong?"

He cringes and braces himself for the copious amounts of teen drama that was sure to be headed his way.

"This has been the worst day of life!" She squeals

"Somehow I doubt that but, go on."

"First my boyfriend breaks up with me.Then this!" She holds up an exam. "I got a B!...a B!!! I never get B's!"

Tryst lets out a long sigh before going into one of his famous unsolicited life lessons.

"First of all worst day of your life is a little dramatic don't you think? You're like 16. Which means there will be so many more boys... or girls. I don't judge. Probably dodged a bullet with that guy anyway. And, a B is pretty damn good! It may not be what you’re used to but, that’s okay. You should always strive for continuous improvement instead of perfection. You’re going to be fine Cami!”

“It’s Katie.” She corrects him

“Close enough! Here have another cookie.” He says handing the bag over to her.

“I guess you’re right. I only knew that guy for about a week and i could have gotten a B- that would have been so much worse!”

“Life shattering.” Tryst replies taking a bite out of his cookie.

“Thanks Tryst! I feel a lot better now.” She sniffles

“Hey, don’t mention it. Teen therapist Just happens to be another one of the services I provide.” He replies while grabbing another cookie

“Wait..You brought cookies for lunch?” She asks.

“Hey! don’t get all judgey on me especially after I just helped you out with your mid-teen crisis.” He laughs

Just then the door swings open. It’s Becca and Zoe.

“ Tryst!!!!” They both exclaim at once.

“Hey ladies. Perfect timing. I just got finished talking Kimmi here off a ledge.”

“Who’s kimmi?” Becca asks

“Later Chica’s ! I have some business to tend to”

“Bye, Dad!” They both chime in unison

A muffled “Ugh! Don’t call me that!”

Can be heard from the hall.

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[madi-konrad]

This morning, I heard more news about the itch.io / Steam censorship situation. Controversy. Stripping of rights from marginalized creators. Whatever you want to call it.

And then I realized… I sell books on itch. Two books; one novel, one 14k word novelette. Nothing explicit, nothing "objectionable," just unapologetically sapphic.

And yeah. I checked. They're both delisted from itch.io's search all the same.

I don't want to cast this as a case of "I was one of the good ones," or anything like that. My decision to not write pornography is just a case of, well, my lack of interest in that particular genre. Porn deserves to exist just as much as "safe for work" creative outlets. But we knew that the war on porn was really a cardboard disguise for a war on all queerness, whether or not it "qualifies" as being "safe for work". You can't separate the one from the other.

Anyway. This isn't an essay, I'm not a theorist, just a creative writer who really shouldn't be surprised that her work was caught in the latest fascist wave of censorship.

I don't support myself with my writing; I'm a high school substitute teacher, and my partner also works full time to support us. But I'd be lying if I said money hasn't been tight these last few months; subs don't get paid during summer vacation, and also aren't eligible for unemployment since they're just "on break" for those months. I still have a job come September. But this censorship has shone a spotlight on how precarious art really is. I made a deliberate choice to pursue a day job that would allow me to continue my creative writing. And now that writing is, in a small way, being excluded by virtue of its queerness.

And that sucks. Full stop. It just sucks.

Go support your favorite queer artist right now; even if they don't sell through itch (or Steam), I'm betting that they need the support now more than ever.

If you wanted to support me, I'll pull together a list below of links to my work available online below the cut. Thankfully the itch.io links still work; these titles are just not listed through the search, limiting their discoverability, their reach. And thankfully other storefronts still list them, for the moment.

My latest release, a sapphic fantasy novelette (14k words), The Sea:

itch.io (ebook): https://thepinkhydra.itch.io/the-sea

Books2Read aggregate link (paperback and ebook, all major storefronts): https://books2read.com/thesea

For thousands of years, the stars have been fixed in place, separating the sea above from the sea below. Sister Elegy remembers when the star, Ailta, fell to earth decades ago. Back then, things appeared so simple. It was Elegy's duty as Ailta's chosen guardian to ward her path to the tomb of the Queen. For it was foretold that a star would bring the Queen back to life, and usher in the glory of Her renewed reign. But along the journey, both Ailta and Elegy learned things are not so plain as they appear. Together, they faced the dangers of the road, the weight of Sister Elegy's regrets, the all too real shadows of her past, all while silently grappling with the uncertain purpose of their destination… Madeline Konrad's magical novelette, set in her fantasy world of Melodia, is a haunting, bittersweet sapphic romance about a star and the woman who loved her.

My sapphic fantasy novel, A Demon's Name Upon Your Lips:

itch.io (ebook): https://madikonrad.itch.io/a-demons-name

Books2Read aggregate link: (ebook, all major storefronts except Amazon): https://books2read.com/u/3nGjgK

Amazon link (ebook): https://www.amazon.com/Demons-Name-Upon-Your-Melodia-ebook/dp/B0CRNTHC1Y

Lucia is a succubus, a demon with the power to shape the emotions and passions of mortals. Summoned often into the world of Melodia, she takes pride in upholding her demonic contracts to the best of her abilities. She likes to think she does her job well… though a string of recent failures say otherwise. Talia, the recently elevated Duke of Fallmire, summons Lucia for a simple reason: to pose as her wife and fulfill marital obligations to the satisfaction of Parliament. All to say, just a few weeks of walking around the estate and playing nice with the neighbors before a conveniently tragic death. Quick and easy. Immediately, Lucia smells blood in the water. Behind closed doors, the Duke plots vengeance upon those who killed her father—and the demon wants in. Revenge, after all, is much more fun… and more lucrative, to boot. But can Lucia predict how hard she'd fall for the Duke? (Not a chance). And can the Duke find it in her vengeful heart to love?

[simswoon]

Baby Valen <3

previous // next // beginning

[nekrosmos]

Cigars touching 🚬​

[dumvixerum]

SKETCH DUMPPP while I work on the western au :3

First up morellada, cause I miss them very much (ada don't die yet, morella's spectre is gonna give you a lil kissy kiss dw beautiful 💋)

Then lennabel cause we looooove em (even with the gay part aha as long as it's not in front of the kids 💗/j)

Rlly proud of this one ! Time for Annabel to be a simp

And the disgusting FRENCH man.

Drew him while listening to this cause I mean... He would bawl at this in his current situation 💔 lil bro needa start everything over with his catboy twink, I would be sad too :(

[ann-chovi]

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[crescentfool]

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[soggy-fishsticks]

guys ive been drawing so much lately I've been starting to actually hate it 🙁

[quaranmine]

does anyone have any ideas for treating headaches if you're not supposed to be taking NSAIDs? please note that tylenol and acetaminophen DO NOT work for me. i know tumblr isn't a doctor but i'm crowdsourcing here

[zestyzigzagoon]

I don't care what anyone says, drabble writers are so incredibly skilled and undervalued in today's fandom. They're fitting an entire little scene in the space it takes me to say 'she closed the door'

[milkmynk]

Munto, small HC

Continuation of this, quick sketch

Yumemi wakes up the next morning with a stiff neck and muscle ache in her shoulders

Munto is still holding her, his arms looped loosely around her; he doesn't seem to have moved an inch from when he'd dropped dead asleep last night

She spares a moment to blush, before realizing there was an unhealthy flush to his cheeks and a slightly labored quality to his breathing

She presses her hands to his forehead and the pulse of his neck, and he's alarmingly hot

Calling his name only elicits a frown, and his arms tightening like a vice around her

Somehow, she coaxes and wriggles until she manages to slide off his lap. His frown deepens and a dissatisfied noise rumbles in his chest, but he still seems to be deep in slumber.

Yumemi bumps into Rui as she exits the throne-room in a hurry, he calls for Shuza as he checks on Munto, and they carry him to his room as she hovers worriedly

Shuza diagnoses him with exhaustion, and to let him rest

Rui comments that he has never seen Munto sick, except for when they were children... Jokes that the last time he was ill, he was still a whiny crybaby who insisted on being cajoled by the previous Qu-

He stops abruptly

They all fall silent, understanding that perhaps Munto had never allowed himself the luxury of being ill since his parents returned to Akuto

Rui coughs, and turns the topic to Yumemi

"So, why was Yumemi-hime together with Munto in the throne-room this early?"

His demeanor was as respectful as ever, but there was a knowing sort of amusement in his eyes

She went deep red

The amusement was evident in his voice. "Ah, I see."

Wait, what did you mean by 'you see'??

"It's not like that, it's just... Munto wanted some company... That's all!!"

Rui held up his hands placatingly, his expression virtuous. "No, no, I apologize. It was untoward of me to query you on your... private matters."

Before she could find the words to refute / explain, though, there was a soft groan from beside them

They all turned to see Munto stirring, his golden eyes opening. He looked dazedly at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes swiveled towards the others in his room

There was a chorus of his name as they hurried to his side, and he squinted at them in fevered confusion. "What... Why are you all... Yumemi?"

She took the seat by his side. "Munto, how are you feeling? You were unconscious from your fever..."

Instead of replying though, he looked aggrieved, almost petulant. "... You left. You said you'd stay, but you left."

"I... What? When did I leave?"

As though fatigued, he lay back on his pillows and closed his eyes. His hand, however, shot out with surprising speed and grabbed hers. "I tried to... hold onto you, but you disappeared... Stay."

She heard what sounded suspiciously like a smothered chuckle from behind her, and her face sizzled. Way to not beat the allegations...

Rui whispers something gleefully to Shuza along the lines of "I need to prepare my congratulations to Munto" and Shuza murmurs something reproachfully back

Yumemi decides to be selectively deaf. Swallowing her embarrassment for the time being, she squeezes his hand back. "I won't leave. Don't worry, sleep..."

Munto gradually relaxes and his breathing deepens