#im addicted to coffee please help me

[chesed-enjoyer]

15.05.24 || Roland

HAPPYB IRTHDFAY ROALDN i LOVE YOU I LO- vague spoilers ahead for Library of Ruina!!

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[torinotspring]

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[mariasont]

My Assistant - A.H

a/n: im a little addicted to bimbo reader rn if you can't tell lmao

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you can't reach a book so hotch helps you out

warnings: none? fluff, reader climbing a fucking book shelf and for what

wc: 0.8k

"Oh, biscuits!" 

It was a ridiculous thing to say, but frankly you didn't care. You were on your tiptoes, chest flush against a bookshelf. Spencer had asked for a book for the case they were working, and naturally, it was nestled on the top shelf.

Balancing precariously on your stilettos, you stretched as tall as you possibly could, your fingers skimming the spine that was an inch too far away.

You shifted your weight back onto your heels, planting your hands firmly on your hips as you considered the stubborn object just out of reach. Sure, Spencer would grab the book without hesitation if asked, and he'd do so with a smile, but you really liked feeling useful.

For over a year, you've been the one at Mr. Hotchner's beck and call--fetching coffee, filing papers, and attending to, basically, his every need (not the one you wanted though). To others, it might seem trivial, but you really liked it. Well, you really liked him. 

At first, you were intimidated--how could you not? He had a reputation. You heard the stories--a man who never smiled, his ever-serious nature, and Penelope's not so family friendly description of his sternness was enough to unsettle anyone.

But you considered his reputed severity to just be part of his charm, he was far from the figure others painted him as. He was a good boss, always fair, never once raising his voice at you or demanding too much. In your eyes, he was perfect. You might be biased. 

The idea of climbing the shelf was a gamble, especially in these shoes, and it seemed almost certain to end with a less-than-elegant fall. Still, you couldn't resist the challenge and hoisted yourself up anyway, the shelf wobbling perilously as you did so. 

You pressed on, climbing higher, the wood's groans of protest falling on deaf ears. If this was how you were going down, so be it.

"Almost there," you muttered to yourself, straining every muscle in your arm, you were sure.

And just as you almost had the book, your balance faltered and then found new footing, the sensation of falling dissipating. In its place, you found your ass delicately perched, nearly seated on someone's broad shoulder.

You honestly didn't even need to look to know who it was--embarrassingly enough--you had basically memorized the feeling of Hotch's hands. Though they had never been wrapped around your legs like they were now. His grip was warm and strong, sparking a wave of electricity that rippled through your whole body.

"Got it!" you cried out, your victory fist pump nearly launching you from Hotch's shoulder. But his hold on your thighs clamped tighter, securing you in place. "Thanks, sir."

You angled your head downward, locking gazes with Hotch--his eyes a rich blend of ember and molten chocolate that you really liked looking at.

His eyebrows were arched in a silent question on his well-defined face as if he really couldn't believe what you were doing. 

"Careful," Hotch murmured, his hands lowering you to the ground. There was a fleeting brush against your ass, surely accidental, yet it sparked a flurry of butterflies swirling in the pit of your stomach. "In the future, just ask. I wouldn't want you hurt over something as trivial as a book."

"Oh, don't you worry about me, sir. I'm like, practically a pro at rock climbing when I'm not here." you said, letting out a bubbly giggle.

He regarded you with a look that was equal parts amusement and disbelief, clearly not convinced.

"Okay, not really, but wouldn't that be cool?"

"Well, rock climber or not, let's keep those feet on the ground, please," Hotch remarked, the slightest quirk of his mouth suggesting a suppressed smile. "It's less of a fall from there."

"Sure thing, sir!" you beamed, popping off a silly salute, noting his struggle not to roll his eyes. "But I did get the book, so it all worked out in the end, right?"

With a gentle nudge on your lower back, Hotch directed you towards the conference room.

"Yes, it did, but for future reference, Spencer's height makes him more capable of reaching those books himself."

You couldn't help the blush that colored your face, and you managed a flustered smile.

"Well, I mean, it is what I get paid to do, sir."

"No, you get paid to do my bidding, not Spencer's," he teases, giving a gentle squeeze to your side.

Your laughter rang out, a bit too high, a bit too bright, as his touch sent a delightful vertigo spiraling through you. 

"Well, yeah, okay, that's fair. But it's been pretty light on the to-do list from you today."

"And you're complaining about that?"

With the conference room in sight, you pretended to lock your lips and throw away the key.

A rare laugh rumbled through his chest, and you felt your knees buckle, you were sure you could have melted into a puddle right there and then. It was such a beautiful sound, and you desperately wanted to become familiar with it.

Spencer emerged from the conference room, his eyes landing on the book in your hands. "Is that The Selfish Gene?"

Hotch took the book from you, handing it to Spencer with a firm look. "Reid, I'd appreciate it if you didn't recruit my assistant for your library runs."

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[ddymarie]

Bakugo smut (fem! reader)

Bakugo x reader oneshot

" keep talking... "

Warning: fem receive, switching of POV'S , spitting on clit, use of sir and daddy, tasting, squirting,good girl talk, she/her pronouns being used, reader has a Vagina, womanhood

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No. 2

You're married the no. 2 hero of Japan dynamite.

You were upset that day.... Upset because you had a clustered mind. Time was moving by to quickly. All you wanted to do was relax.

It was 9 pm you were sitting on the couch coffee mug on the end table laptop in lap. Typing away at the keyboard writing down what ever made sense Then it hit you... It was 9pm your husband should've been home already...

Just then you heard your husband pulling into the driveway. He walked through the door in sweat pants taking off his shoes and throwing his duffle bag in the laundry room. Walking through the door he looked at your blank expression. He noticed the stress that carried in your eyes.

" what's wrong with you now " he asked leaning over the couch arm head on your shoulder. He watched you roll your eyes through your laptop reflection. He just knew you were pissed he came home late. " look, I went to the gym and forgot to tell you I'm sorry... " " now tell me what's bothering you " he said lifting the lap top off of your lap onto the coffee table and sitting next to you hand on your thigh...

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I push his hand away reaching for my laptop. He grabbed my hand causing me to let out a Huff.

" katsuki I have shit to do " I yelled looking him in his eye "your stressed, y/n. take a damn break woman" he argued back. " talk to me " he said lifting my chin. " wanting me to take a break and relax but your pressuring me to talk" I mumbled and scoffed.

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I got off the couch and down on my knees hands on her thighs

" fine " was all I said as I spread her legs

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" katsuki what-" I cut my self with a moan. He began kissing up my thighs.

"Talk" was all he said as he slid my panties down my leg. Throwing my left leg over his left shoulder.

I felt him kissing up my thighs as he pinched them. Stopping at my womanhood. I hadn't said a word since he started his actions. He glared up at me from in between my legs. He knows he's got me riled up. And that retreatimg from this position would of nothing but make my day worse. So I spoke.

" I have 3 papers I have to organize and edit-" I moaned as he kissed my clit. " keep talking im listening " he said as he made eye contact with me. Sucking on my clit I said " they all have a deadline on the same day which is Friday. But i-I just got the information about them today. And today's my off day. I'm not even supposed to be working " I sighed " hero work is a 24/7 job" he said " but go on" and I did.

" katsuki, baby I need a break- ooh" moaning as he thrusted a finger in me " i-i need to relax " " thats what I'm tryna help with " sucking on my pussy. Drinking me up. The wet sounds could be heard all through out the room. My moans in the mix. Interrupting my sentences but earning me a growl from him. Still peering up at me through his now wet lashes. " god, I love you so much " I moaned " you always know what to say and do- mmm~" " sir, please " I pleaded

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I sucked on her pussy. thrusting my curved finger In and out hitting that good spot ' good girl, relax' my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I sucked on her harder. Tongue exploring all of her. Lips reattaching to her clit every time my tongue retreats. Adding another finger scissoring them both inside of her moving my head up and down her pussy licking up and silk . The sounds of my slurping could heard all through out the room. And to be honest I wasnt listening to a thing she said. I stopped after she mentioned being over worked. I was to drunk off her juices. I was an addict. Itching for her release on my face. Wanting nothing more but for her to use me.

She was grinding on my face now. Humping and howling. " sir, I feel so good" she moaned ' god ' it was driving me crazy

I inserted a third finger in her thrusting at a fast pace while my mouth was assigned to sucking on her clit and my eyes focused on hers.

Her eyes rolled in he back of her head. Pulling away. I spit on her clit slapping it repeatedly until she squirted all over my face making it drenched.

" ahhh~ daddy I'm coming~" " I'm gonna come~" " don't stop " she moaned uncontrollably. I went back to sucking her clit. Sucking on the little fat pearl that rested between her legs I felt her tighting up around me. Tighting around my fingers. I felt her cum drip over my fingers.

Slowing down my finger thrusts, still helping her ride out her orgasm. I lifted my mouth. Opening it once she was finished.

Standing over her eyes studying her sweaty face before Taking my fingers out of her.

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Examining the white coated fingers. He looked at her before sucking them clean. Moaning.

" fuck baby you taste good" he praised looking at the hot girl underneath him.

A few moments passed of the couple being cuddled on the couch before the wife passed out.

Her body relaxed in his touch as she slept

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[darlinguistics]

'its just IMPOSSIBLE to not be addicted to your phone nowadays its UNREALISTIC-'

heres some advice to being less chronically online. for gen z (and younger??) who dont even know how to start thinking about it and have only heard shitty advice from older adults who just genuinely do not get it, from a fellow gen z and my experiences so far.

*these are personal and may not all 100% resonate but its still good prompting to start thinking about things! PLEASE feel free to add your own stories/advice in the notes! support your fellow humans, dont gatekeep what youve learned, lets have these conversations! and no negativity/pessimism please <3

first thing is to make it a less scary thought, a more concrete idea and not a hypothetical. it doesnt have to be all-or-nothing, cold turkey, a huge announcement and a fundamental shift in your personality. the internet will be in your life for the rest of your life, this is an ongoing relationship you are trying to make healthier thats all! and it takes one step at a time and some self-compassion, but a true effort nonetheless. 'dont you think thats a bit too serious-' if youre my age you quite literally grew up and developed online, it is literally part of your psyche the way your childhood is, it IS serious, you deserve to treat it seriously.

dont save your login info/dont stay logged in for social media accounts, having to manually log in when you want to go on like youre on some elementary school chrome book is a really healthy and clear boundary to have between being logged off and logged on.

-> bigger challenge - uninstall it on your phone in general, only log on on your laptop/pc if applicable for you!

if youre motivated to, try to work on your posture too. i only say that because most of our bad posture is at least partially related to being on our phones a lot, and when i started wanting to fix my posture, completely separately and unrelated from trying to break my phone addiction, it made it easier to lose interest in my phone since i didnt want to ruin my progress with my posture. it made me start to have a mindset like 'well if you cant do this on your phone with good posture then dont do it' and 'if youre on your phone so long your posture starts to cave in, youve probably spent too long on your phone anyway'

listen to music more. its easier for me to kinda write off my phone and do other things if i just open music or a podcast or long youtube video on it. i know we all love long video essays, but i recommend music more specifically for me at least because im less inclined to pause music or scroll while listening to it for some reason? whereas using a show or video or podcast for white noise, im way more likely to also be scrolling on my phone and that is my activity lol. music for some reason i dont want to interrupt and instead of being on my phone i can clean or do something productive on my computer etc

this one is sooo hard but try to fall asleep with some distance between you and your phone, even just a couple feet. mine stays on the desk next to my bed which isnt that far but its better than on bed like it used to be. when you wake up you probably wont feel like reaching for it right away if its far and even better if you have to get up for it because then at least you stand and move your body first thing instead of looking at your phone first thing. and try to get more and more of your morning routine done before touching your phone over time.

-> for me, i started by just trying to at least wake up a bit in bed before touching it, then stand up before touching it, then stand and stretch, then going to the bathroom first, making coffee first, feeding the cat first, etc. its surprisingly helpful to have a specific chore/task in mind that is The requirement so that everytime you do it you get a lil dopamine rush for unlocking your phone from yourself lmao. when the weather was nice i used to make my Requirement being outside first before going on it and i LOVED that. esp as it got easier and i started doing more and more before going on it and finally walking outside with coffee and my phone felt like such a pleasant little reward.

find a hobby that uses your hands. example: i really need to get back into knitting because when i did it regularly so much time that wouldve been on my phone was spent knitting with music/podcasts/shows/(even online lectures! when i felt productive lol) playing. its the same amount of physical relaxing - barely moving lol - but uses a longer attention span and a much better dopamine hit than scrolling, i literally MADE things.

-> you might be thinking, 'but mindless knitting isnt better than mindless scrolling is it?' but that mindless feeling on your phone is just that, mindless. the mindless feeling you get when doing something like knitting is actually closer to a flow state, which is actually incredibly good for you, like a fulfilling nutritious meal as opposed to 'empty calories' or whatever

get a widget for your homescreen that shows your screen time. i have one and of course it doesnt always stop me but seeing that time go up all day the more i use it and the pride of keeping it low is really helpful

practice grounding. in general.

spend more time on anonymous activities and have more privacy and less attachment with your 'persona' - what i mean by that is, i consider things like scrolling through tumblr (for me personally!) to be relatively harmless because i dont try to like,, brand myself here. if youre a tumblr regular you know the jokes - 0 follows, 0 notes, screaming to the void, moots you dont talk to, blorbo pfp and urls, fake names everywhere, and we're having fun! basically targeting the 'everyone is famous now' thing with this one - embrace being a nobody with no personal stakes here

-> personally ive never kept up with having social media accounts that are actually just, me irl - like a facebook or main instagram, like a locals account yknow? but i think it goes for that too - stop spending so much time trying to further personalize your online presence in the hopes of it representing you perfectly - because it never will, and it shouldnt, and you shouldnt aspire for that. your social media presence is lighthearted and incredibly surface-level, treat it like that! thats not me bashing social media either, having that mindset will make it more enjoyable bc youll be using it as it should be used!

do following/followers or camera roll/files or app purges. this is also a soft launch type of way to practice easing into a better mindset. aside from just literally getting rid of junk, the process of trying to judge whether or not you need something is good practice in mindfulness! even if you dont delete everything you feel like you maybe should, thats fine, youll do other purges in the future too. eventually youll get better at parting with things and realizing when things that feel good in a moment are actually bad for you. and it forces you to regularly check in on your more long-lasting parasocial relationships online and how theyre serving you or not

speaking of parasocial - for actual friends, if theyre irl, think about how much you interact with them online vs in person and why you think that is and how it affects you. maybe youll wanna see them more irl if possible (i promise its better for your friendship), maybe youll realize you dont need to keep tabs on them anymore (old high school acquaintances lookin at you). for celebrities and fandom things - try to think about the bare minimum content from them you could do with. you dont have to unstan all your faves and stop enjoying things - but do you need their notifications on? do you need to have a stan account? do you need them on all the platforms? do you need to have all that saved content of them? are there aspects of this that you love that could be found elsewhere?

if youre of the genre of online where you just cant help yourself from getting involved in big discussions or discourse and arguments - i recommend journaling when you get upset by something online, articulating your feelings without the idea of someone ever reading it and without the goal of 'winning' or being the most correct and logical or even the most sympathetic and morally good. take away every audience aspect of it. what is this really about for you, and why would strangers online deserve to hear your personal well-thought out opinions? why would your thoughts deserve to be simplified and misconstrued and underappreciated the way they would be in this discussion? is there even an outcome to this where you feel truly satisfied? are their people who are more worthy of hearing your thoughts who arent part of this audience? is this a conversation that is best held online where so much communicative nuance is inevitably sacrificed?

in the end these are all just practices in remembering how in control you are. and that goes for if any of these are scary or too difficult sounding too! these all become less scary if you remember that as soon as anything becomes too uncomfortable or painful, you have all the power to stop doing it, make a change, and try again later. so much of advice for quitting bad habits can be intimidating because the pressure and the shame that would come from failing scares you out of the possible benefits of trying - just go ahead and kill that shame from the jump. of course youre going to fail! you are going to have setbacks! thats part of it! you have agency in this, always. the internet is not inherently or completely evil nor good. build trust in yourself to make the calls on when it is serving you and when it isnt on a case-by-case basis, and then give yourself permission to learn through trial and error.

and remember you are worth all of this effort. i believe in us <3

[bbyquokka]

fuck me, sir

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: smut –��MDNI

synopsis: you and chan have a very special relationship

warnings: boss chan, assistant reader, smut, unprotected sex, penetration, pet names (pup, doll), fingering, clit play, breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, nipple play, sex in a work place, gambling addiction, alcohol consumption, squirting, creampie, toys (vibrator), spanking, choking, possessiveness – if i missed any, lmk!

words: 5.3k

a/n: i feel like im slowly getting more confident in writing smut – its still not 100% but im slowly getting there 🤗 i had oddinary trailer chan in my mind when i was writing this sooooo 🤪🥴

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

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"Here you are, sir. The documents you requested for as well as your coffee and lunch." You placed each item down on the desk as you spoke, turning the file of documents to face your boss.

Your boss looked up at you as you took a step back, hands clasped together in front of you.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

He shook his head, waving his hand to dismissing you. You bowed politely, returning back to your desk.

you got to work on replying to important emails, your perfectly manicured nails tapping against the keys. numerous emails were sent to many different people, with the occasional trash emails.

You worked in the cities biggest corporation known as - Bang Corp. Bang Chan, your boss, is the head after he inherited it from his father. The company has been in Chan's family for years so it was only natural for it to be passed down to him.

You have been working as his assistant for one year. Your job required you to make phone calls, emails, inform Chan of his schedules, bring him his daily coffee and lunch. Your assistant life reminded you of the movie: The devil wears Prada, except you handled money and not fashion.

A year ago, you was desperate for a job. Your father was in a lot of debt from his gambling addiction. Your father lost a lot of things in his life due to his addiction. He gambled away his wage and when that was all gone - the savings were next.

He soon became jobless because he stole money from his job he worked at to fund his addiction. Your mother soon got tired of him and left. Not only had he gambled away the family funds, but he also stole from his own family to fund his stupid addiction

His addiction soon spiralled out of control. He would bet on horses, sit in front of the slot machines till 4am, even spend money on scratch cards and lottery tickets. Your father his rock bottom when he began to take out loans to fund his habit.

Normally, when taking out loans, they like to do background checks to see if you're able to repay it back, but your father found loopholes. He would request loans from sketchy websites and people that didn't do these types of checks.

Soon, your father was in a huge amount of debt. One that he couldn't pay off. Shortly after, he suddenly became unwell and took a turn for the worse. You love your father, he is family after all, but seeing his life be wasted away in front of slot machines, made you hate gambling as well as pity him.

You thought that it was all over, but it was far from over. Soon, people were knocking at your door requesting money. You was confused, until one of them said they were the people that your father loaned money off

Your father's loan became yours. You pitted him even more.

With a loan above your head and no job, you needed a good paying job fast. Normally, you would have done anything, but considering the loan and wanting it to be gone as fast as possible - you had to be picky.

That's when you found an advertisement for Bang Corp. They were looking for an assistant. You applied, had an interview and got the job. Bang Chan wasn't the one who interviewed you and decided you was the best fit, so you was yet to meet him

After a few months of working, you finally met him. You were intimidated by him, a man who held so much power in his walk, a man who knew his stuff was an intimidating man to you. But, he was also your type of man.

A man who knew what he wanted with a good head on his shoulders is an attractive man. Not only is he smart but attractive. His black hair, slicked back. Glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A work suit with a white or black button-up shirt would be his choice of clothing for the work days.

You rarely spoke, just a simple hello or a nod of acknowledgement when he passed by. If he needed something, he would let you know but it was very brief. He is a busy man after all.

You got close to him when you was invited to a dinner meeting with Bang Chan. Of course, Chan was the one who was invited but it required a plus one and you being his assistant meant that you automatically got invited.

You dressed in your best dress, hair and makeup to perfection, even choosing to wear your best jewellery and perfume. Chan picked you up at your home, impressed that you managed to match his own attire. You thanked him for his compliment, feeling shy as you blushed lightly.

The dinner meeting was boring. Talks about this and that. You were only there for the free food and alcohol, which was also bad. The expansive life isn't for you.

After what felt like hours of a long, dull night, you and Chan called it an evening. Saying your polite goodbyes, you headed to Chan's car. He drove you back home and you offered him to come inside and have a coffee.

He accepted. Soon, you were both laughing at this and that over cups of coffee and biscuits. He was a completely different man that day. You're so use to him being formal and strict, yet there he was, making jokes and gossiping about work. "I can be myself when I'm around you, I like it."

It soon became a habit of Chan's to stop by your place and relax. You didn't mind, in fact, you loved having the extra company. Everything was going so well for you.

Until that night.

Chan arrived at your apartment at the usual time for his usual routine of gossiping. He plopped on the sofa, unbuttoning a few of his buttons revealing some of his chest. He looked stressed, his hair in it's unusual messy state from having his hands in it constantly, the knot in between his furrowed brows.

You offered him his usual coffee which he denied. "Bring me a whiskey instead, please." With Chan drinking, you thought you would do the same, pouring yourself a glass of wine before sitting next to Chan and listening to his troubles.

Before you knew it, Chan was in-between your legs. His tongue flicking your sensitive bud as his large hands kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts. Your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor whilst Chan was still in his work pants.

Whimpers left your lips as he inserted two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Your slick coating his fingers as he thrusted them at a steady pace. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot as your velvety walls clamped and squeezed around him.

His skilful tongue flicking your sensitive bud, occasionally licking and nibbling softly. Your bodies slick with sweat, pants and moans leaving your lips.

you felt yourself getting impatient. You wanted Chan and you wanted him now. Chan wanted to make sure you was well prepared, you made it known that you hadn't had any sexual activity in a while so Chan didn't want to hurt you.

It's sweet of him but you were getting impatient the longer time went on.

Chan, too, also felt impatient. Once he was confident enough that you was prepared, he stood, pulling the zip down from his pants and pulling his cock out through the hole.

He grabbed your legs, pulling you closer. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside to the brim. You was full of Chan and you loved it. His thrusts were powerful and fast. The way the sweat on his body reflected the light made you more excited.

His eyes closed as he thrusted, grunts leaving his lips. Soon, you both came together. After getting washed up and changed, you fell asleep, Chan staying the night with you.

Since then, your relationship has changed.

(Y/N)!" Chan's voice boomed throughout the building. You stood up from your desk, soothing down your pencil skirt before walking to the door.

You knocked and walked inside slowly. Chan, who was sitting at his desk dressed in his usual attire but with a black button up shirt instead, looked up at you and smirked.

You stood in front of his desk, hands clasped together as you looked at him. Chan stood and walked to the tall windows that were next to the office door. He closed the blinds before returning back to you.

He stood behind you, his height towering over you. Your heart rate sped up as he leaned in, his lips ghosting your ear as his fingers travelled up and down your arms, goosebumps leaving in his wake.

"Have you been a good girl and done as I asked?" He whispered. You whimpered, nodding slowly.

Chan chuckled softly, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Do I believe you though" his voice turning into a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.

He pressed his chest flush against your back, his phone coming into your view. You looked down at the screen which showed an app. You pressed your lips together, Chan increasing the vibrations with a swipe of his thumb.

Your knees buckled underneath you, moans leaving your lips as the vibrator you put inside yourself early under Chan's instructions- vibrated against your soft, wet walls.

Chan was quick to hold you up, smirking at your reaction. You hung your head low, your hands turning into fists as moans left your lips continually. Your underwear was unconformably sticky and wet. Chan gave you strict instructions to not take out the vibrator, no matter what.

He had been teasing you all day, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. He would do it at times where he would gain a reaction from you. Talking to a work colleague, on the phone, having lunch - these times he would increase the vibrations catching you off guard, earning himself a glare from you as well as a whimper.

"Such a good girl." He whispered down your ear, decreasing the vibrations. Your breathing laboured. You closed your eyes, Chan's tongue licking the shell of your ear slowly.

"Good girls deserve rewards." His hands slipped under your work shirt, cupping your breasts over your bra. you leant against Chan, his hands kneading the flesh.

"Chan.." you whispered. Chan hummed against the skin on your neck, his plump lips planting delicate kisses along your shoulder blade.

His nimble fingers dipped under your bra, finding your stiffened nipple. Chan rolled the bud between his fingers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you whimper softly.

"Chan, we're at work." You whispered. Chan laughed before sucking on your skin, leaving purple bruises.

"Hasn't stopped us before, doll." you pressed your lips together in a thin line, closing your eyes as Chan continues to mark your neck and play with your sensitive nipple.

You leaned against Chan's chest for stability, saying 'fuck it' to the fact you're doing this at work. Chan hummed, nibbling your earlobe gently.

"That's a good girl. Let me take care of you." You nodded slowly, his free hand sliding up your leg. His hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rolling it up high as his hand went further up.

His fingers ghosting along your inner thigh, tickling the skin through your nylon tights. You waited, anticipating what he was, or wasn't, going to do.

"You're such a beautiful woman, (Y/N)" Chan murmured against your skin. You shook your head no, disagreeing with his statement. Chan pulled away from your neck, his hand removing itself from your breast.

He took your chin in his hand gently, turning it so you was looking at him. You whimpered as his eyes bore into your own, his aura dominating you, making you feel small and powerless.

God, you'd do anything for this man.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage. Chan brushed his thumb along your lower lip slowly whilst licking his own.

"You are beautiful. You always will be in my eyes, no matter how many times you deny it. I will also find you beautiful." He whispered, leaning in slowly.

Your cheeks tainted red at his words, eyes closing as he leant in. Your lips ghosted against each other, breathes hitting each others lips. You licked Chan's bottom lip slowly, earning a growl from his throat making you shiver.

"Chan, please."

"Please what?"

"Kiss me." You whimpered as his lips pressed firmly against your own. The kiss is hot, passionate and hungry. It started off at a steady rhythm before Chan got impatient and devoured your lips.

Teeth and tongues collided with each other. Saliva mixing together as you kissed one another hungrily. You whimpered into the kiss, Chan swallowing each moan and whimper that fell out of your mouth.

His hands got to work in opening up your work blouse, buttons popping open. the cold air hit your skin once it was fully opened and Chan lifted up your bra so it was resting above your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs together as your nipples got hard from the sensations.

Chan took your sensitive buds in his fingers, rolling and pinching them with enough pressure to make you moan. By now, all your body weight had shifted onto Chan's chest. Your legs trembling beneath you, threatening to give up.

Chan pulled away, walking in front of you. You looked at him, watching him admire you. He stroked your neck gently where purple bruises were forming, smirking at his handy work.

"Now everyone knows you belong to someone."

"I'll always belong to you, Sir." You mewled. Chan shivered at your words, humming.

Chan grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. His head dipped down, capturing your nipple in his mouth. You softly moaned, hands reaching up and tangling your fingers in his neatly kept hair.

You tugged his hair at his scalp, earning a grunt against your nipple. The tip of his tongue circled around your bud, before licking and sucking. He blew on your wet nipple, the cold air making you shiver and goosebumps to rise on your skin

"Such a sensitive little pup." Chan smirked. He ghosted his lips from your nipple to your skin, sucking and biting the skin around your nipple creating more marks. He shifted to your other breast, giving it just as much love as the first.

He took a step back, your neck and breasts covered in purple bruises. Your cheeks pink, chest rising and eyes hooded as you look at Chan. Chan groaned at the sight of you, his own hand flying down to his hard cock, palming it through his work pants.

"Such a seductive sight. I love it." You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together. Chan raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching you.

"Chan, please." Chan sighed, walking towards you.

"Let's get one thing correct, pup. one, it's not Chan, it's sir to you. also, I know what you want." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together gently. You whimpered as he leant in close to you, his voice low and seductive as he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you, isn't that right? fill your greedy hole with my cock. fill you to the brim with my seed. Is that what you want? Want me to breed you, like a dirty little slut?"

You shivered and nodded "Please sir, breed me. Fill my greedy hole with your cock and cum. I want you so badly."

"But pup, the vibrator. isn't it enough for you?" He cooed. You shook your head no the best you could.

"N-No! I need more! Something bigger, thicker. I need you! I don't feel satisfied, Sir." Chan scoffed, rolling his eyes at your desperate begs.

"I always knew you were such a greedy pup. I give and give and yet, you still beg for more." Chan bent you over his desk, your hands planted firmly on the wood.

You look over your shoulder, trying to see what Chan was planning. You felt his hands rolling up your skirt to your hips, his hand caressing the curve of your ass.

you turned your head, eyes focusing on the many documents that lay on Chan's desk. His hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, hums of content ringing in your ears. He suddenly grabbed your nylon tights, ripping them. The sound of the fabric ripping caused you to groan and look over your shoulder.

Chan was looking at your ass, licking his lips slowly. He smirked, locking eyes with you as he drew his hand back and slapped your ass, harsh. Your body jolted forward from the impact, the sting making your eyes water slightly.

Chan continued to slap your ass harshly, red handprints forming on your cheeks. You panted, the sting making it unbearable for you. You lowered your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

Pain turned to pleasure. Soft whimpers left your lips as your body jolted with each spank. Chan rubbed your tender flesh, before his hand collided with a loud slap. Tears fell onto his desk, grunts leaving Chan's lips. Chan walked to your side, lifting your head up. He hummed at the sight of you as your tears fell. He wiped away the fallen tears with the pad of his thumb as his free hand rubbed soft circles on your tender flesh.

"Good pup. You did so well." You hummed at his praises. At this point, your pussy is throbbing uncontrollable, your clit aching to be touched so bad that it hurts.

Your mind foggy, nothing but thoughts about Chan and what he would potentially do to you. It was crazy to you how all he has done is tease you all day, yet you would do anything for this man. The way your body reacts around him has told you that Chan has trained you well. Chan knew that and he thrived of it.

He felt smug. His ego ballooned when he saw how you would react around him when your fingers would touch when you hand him something, how you would blush when he was so close, you could feel his body head radiating onto you.

He's not a possessive nor a jealous person, but when it comes to you, it's like he's a different person. He hates how people can openly talk to you, make you laugh and have their hands all over you.

Their filthy hands tainting your precious skin, corrupting you like a disease. It's like he could see the tainted black marks spreading across your body from the many people that touch you.

The only person who should be able to corrupt you, is Chan. The only person who should have their hands on you, is Chan. Because you are Chan's, he owns you and you belong to him.

He hates having to share what is his.

Chan walked behind you again, pulling your soaked panties to the side. Your juices coated your pussy and inner thighs. You whimpered at the cold air hitting your cunt, shivering slightly. Your soaked cunt visibly pulsating, contracting around the vibrator. Chan watched, groaning in satisfaction. He licked his lips, hand palming his now painful erection.

"You're this soaked, all because of a toy, huh?" You shook your head, causing Chan to raise a brow. "No?" He questioned.

"It's not all because of the toy, Sir. It's b-because of you i'm like this." You panted.

"But, I didn't do anything." Chan spoke. His long, index finger running up and down your soaked slit. You hummed at the contact as Chan's finger instantly got soaked. You wiggled your hips, silently begging for more.

"You teased me." you whispered.

"What did I do, pup. Go one, tell me what I've done to make you this needy." You swallowed, head hung low. You lifted your head up slowly, feeling Chan widening your entrance with two fingers to get a good glimpse.

"Y-You kissed me. Marked me and played with my tits. You've been teasing me all day with the vibrator, increasing the vibrations." You spun your head around to look at Chan over your shoulder, his expression showing that he is pleased with himself.

"You made me like this, sir. You made me this needy and desperate! You know how I am when I'm around you now, how quickly I melt into the palm of your hand. Take responsibility, Chan!"

A groan and a sudden slap to your ass caused you to yelp in surprise, your body jolting forward.

"I told you pup, it's Sir."

"S-Sorry sir." You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. Chan grabbed your hips, bringing them closer to him. He placed a finger on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you moan as he circled the sensitive bud.

Your thighs trembled, hips rutting in the palm of Chan's hand, soaking it in your juices. Chan tutted at your actions, squeezing your tender ass cheek. Chan pressed his erection against your ass, his chest pressed against your back as he leant over you.

"Look at you. Look at you rutting against the palm of my hand, soaking it in your juices. You're so needy, pup." He leaned in close to your ear, before whispering "I love it."

You moaned at his words, squeezing your eyes shut. Chan's finger left your aching clit and travelled down your slit to your soaked entrance. He took the vibrator out, throwing it on the floor beside him.

You whined at the sudden loss, feeling empty. Chan took the time to soak in your moans, your posture and your actions. He watched your hips moving on their own accord, your thighs trembled as your cunt pulsates and clench around nothing.

Your work blouse falling off your shoulder, your tights ripped with your skirt just above your waist. If it wasn't for you both being at work, Chan would have his way with you all day, providing you with intense orgasms and pleasure until you're begging him to stop.

"Sir, please. Please touch me. Please do something." You cried out.

"Hush little one. Don't be so impatient now." Chan cooed. You rolled your eyes at his words, feeling nothing but impatient at this point.

Chan slipped to fingers with ease inside you, stopping until he was knuckle deep. His fingers curled as he thrusted them slowly, picking up the pace once he felt how wet and soft your walls are. He thrusted his fingers fast, rubbing against your velvety walls and instantly hitting your sweet spot, making you see stars.

He held your hips firmly, stopping you from falling to the floor. You cried out his name with each thrust of his fingers, sweat coating your skin. Your walls tightened around his fingers, the knot forming in an instant due to the work the vibrator had been doing.

"Cum, I think I'm going-"

"Cum then. Cum around my fingers, pup." You squeezed your thighs together, your walls getting tighter and tighter around Chan's fingers, making it difficult for him to move. You cried out his name as the knot snapped in the pit of your stomach, your walls contacting around his fingers as you came.

Your juices fell down Chan's fingers and your thighs, falling on the floor beneath you as well as getting some on the front of Chan's desk. Chan hummed, watching your body convulsing.

He pulled his fingers out off you slowly, wiping them on his pants. Your body limp, chest pressed firmly against his desk as you panted. You took deep breaths to calm down as Chan kissed your neck softly, the salt from your sweat hitting his lips.

"Good pup. Now, it's time for the real thing. I hope you're ready for it, because I sure am." He growled.

Chan unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free from their restraints. he sighed in content, his angry cock stood proudly as his tip was red and leaking pre-cum.

You hummed at the sight, licking your lips and feeling yourself getting wetter. Chan unbuttoned his work shirt, leaving it open. His abs and chest exposed, his sweat reflecting off the light. You wanted to reach around and touch him, run your hands up and down that delicious body.

Chan held his cock at the base, walking closer to your soaked core. He tapped his cock against it a few times, teasingly rubbing and sliding it in and out a few times, earning a frustrated whine from you.

"Sir, Please!"

"Please what?" You sighed in frustration, reaching the end off your limit with this constant teasing.

"Fucking stick it in and fuck me, Chan!" You stomped your foot, your voice laced with annoyance.

Chan scoffed before grabbing your hips roughly and pushing his length inside until he was at the hilt. He began thrusting fast and powerful, not giving you time to adjust or comprehend what is happening.

Your eyes widen, head falling onto the wooden desk., the impact being softened by loose papers. Your body jolted forward with each powerful thrust.

"Let's get a few things straight, shall we pup seeing as you also like being a brat. Number one, don't demand or tell me what to do. I own you. You belong to me therefore, I demand and you do as you're told!" Chan grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling you up and flush against his body.

"Number two, you will behave like a good little slut. I have told you once before, my name isn't chan. It's sir. I'm only letting it go just this once because you have been a good little pup for me. Taking my cock so well in your greedy cunt. Disobey me again, and there will be punishment. Do I make myself clear?!"

You swallowed, his voice stern, low and dominating. It made you quiver, your core clench around Chan's cock. A grunt left his lips as he let go of your hair, your body falling back onto the desk.

Chans cock rubbed against your walls in the most delicious way possible. His hands gripped your hips tightly, marking them with red finger prints. He repositioned himself each time he re-entered you to hit your spot.

It didn't take him long to hit it, considering how well he knows your body – inside and out. You saw stars, silent moans leaving your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ability to form words, disappeared. Chan grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He held you in position, his hand finding their way to your neck.

His fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides. You moaned as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how his veins were protruding along his arms, making you whimper. Chan licked the side of your neck, salt from your sweat coating his taste buds. He squeezed your neck harder as his thrusts were merciless.

"Good, so good. it's so good." You choked out.

"Is it good, pup?" You hummed "Do you like being fucked dumb like a little slut?"

You hummed again, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Chan

"Good girl." He whispered. Chan loosened his grip around your neck, keeping a loose grip around it. You closed your eyes, basking in the pleasure. Your body was hot and sweaty, your head empty of thoughts. You forgot where you was as you could only concentrate on the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.

Moans and grunts rang down your ear as Chan was slowly, but surely, losing his composure. His hips slapping against you skin. You started to feel a dull ache from the impact in your lower back, hips and thighs but you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an 'O' shape, saliva pooling at the corners before spilling down your chin. Your throat sore and dry from the silent panting. You gripped onto Chan's wrist, nails digging into his flesh leaving crescent marks. Your hair sticking to your forehead, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck. Chan's body radiating heat onto you, suffocating you.

Chan was losing it. With each thrust of his cock, your walls contacted and tightened around him. Your incoherent words and broken sentences ringing in his ears. Your juices threatening to spill out.

Chan loved this. He loved seeing you fucked dumb and taking him so well. It lite something deep with him, making him go feral. He never knew or thought he could behave or react like this, yet here he is, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You both changed each other, made you realise things about yourself and explore things you both never knew you had. You both have a good chemistry, even when you're not fucking.

"Shit, (Y/N) you feel so good – too good infact." Chan grunted, his words strained. You hummed at his words, the knot in your stomach forming, fast.

"You fuck me so well Chan. I think I'm addicted to you."

"I'm addicted to you too, pup. The way you feel, the way you act, the way you talk and smell. You're my drug and I need a fill of you every second of everyday."

"You have me Chan. I'm all yours for the taking. Remember – you own me."

"That I do." Chan's hips faltering in speed, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Close, sir?" You opened your eyes, looking up at the sweaty yet gorgeous man above you. His neatly kept hair messy, sweat coating his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his temples. He nodded, looking down at you and locking eyes.

"So close pup. I'm so fucking close." You hummed, licking your lips.

"Then cum. Full me up and breed me, Chan. I want every drop of your cum deep inside me. I want it to be spilling out off me."

Chan grunted at your words. His hips stopped moving as his body shook. He hung his head low, biting down on the valley that connects your neck and shoulder together.

You whimpered in pain as his teeth sunk into you, a string of groans leaving Chan as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. You hummed at the feeling. Chan smirked against your skin, pushing you back down on the desk.

Your eyes widened as he resumed his powerful and fast thrusts. "C-Chan"

"Shh pup. You haven't came yet. Let me help you." You rested on your forearms, biting your own skin as you whimpered and moaned. The knot tightened with each thrust and before you had the chance to warn Chan, your orgasm hit you – hard.

Your body trembled, stars appearing in your prereferral, juices spilling out off you and onto the floor, desk and over Chan's cock. Your knees buckled under you and before Chan could catch you – you fell to the floor in a sweaty, tired and panting mess.

Your head hung low as you struggled to regain your composure. You felt Chan's cum trickling out off you slowly, making you shiver. Chan knelt beside you, holding some tissue. He lifted your chin up gently, moving your hair away from your face as he wiped away any tears and saliva on your face.

"You did good, doll." He softly spoke. You nodded slowly, your body feeling tired and sore.

"Are you okay?" his voice laced with concern as his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort on your features.

"I'm okay, Chan. I'm just really tired and sore." Chan laughed softly, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"How about we take the rest of the day off? I'll take you back to mine and we can have a long, hot soak in the bath, cuddle and order something to eat. tteokbokki sound good?"

You hummed, your stomach grumbling at the sound of tteokbokki. You blushed as Chan laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

[forlorn-crows]

Oh Crow, may I humbly submit a ficlet request? Please, please, please could I please have a ficlet about Mountain shedding his antlers. -Ghoulette Anon

@ghouletteanon it has become apparent to me that every time im sad, i write about creechur mountain being sad. hmmm, will i ever unpack that?

Every year, without fail. He should know what to expect by now, but every time it’s like pulling teeth. Shedding almost adds insult to injury, always immediately following the earth ghoul’s seasonal (usually taxing) rut. It starts with a dull ache that radiates from the base of his horns all the way through to his temples. Much like a headache that refuses to ebb, it’s a steady pressure that blooms at any time of day and doesn’t stop until the shed is over. After a few days, the itching starts—sharp and insistent, a need barely satiated even by the deepest reach of quintessence. The sensation nearly drove him insane the very first time and had him pressing his horns to the stone abbey walls until the sound of cracking marrow filled his ears. He was inconsolable the moment he saw himself in the reflection of the nearby window panes, eyes wild and red-rimmed, hair knotted around the bases of two freshly-shorn off horns. He looked bald, for lack of a better term. Juvenile. Wrong. 

Mountain’s used to it now, after many years. Even with the playful teasing from his packmates. He admits he does look a little funny until the regrowth starts. It’s all worth it when he gets their undivided attention when the velvet forms, the soft and addicting texture keeping them coming back to pet and caress him, rubbing their cheeks against his horns like kittens.

This shed though? This shed has him wanting to flee to the woods and never come back. Immediately within the first forty-eight hours, his right horn dropped. Which would be a relief if the pain hadn’t migrated to the left and lingered, the damned thing refusing to drop for three days. It’s the fourth day now, and Mountain sits slumped over at the kitchen counter, throbbing head buried in his arms. The cool of the granite helps some, but the itching sensation makes his ears twitch and his claws dig into his own arms. 

“Are we still a unicorn today, big guy?” Dew’s voice is surprisingly quiet, but grating nonetheless.

“Leave me alone,” Mountain groans, tightening the grip of his arms around his ears. Thankfully, there’s no retort from the fire ghoul. Mountain grumbles through another wave of itchiness, fighting the urge to grind his forehead into the edge of the counter. 

“Do you want coffee or tea or anything?” Dew asks softly somewhere in front of his head. He hears the little ghoul rummage around in the cabinets, followed by the clink of two mugs being set on the counter. 

Mountain shifts his head slightly to peek at him over his arm. Dew looks at him expectantly, but not impatiently. If he squints hard enough, he can see the concern start to furrow his brow. “Tea,” he rasps. Dew doesn’t have to ask what kind, he knows. 

“‘Kay,” he says easily. He fills one of the mugs with water, a chunky beige one that Mountain frequently uses. Dew plucks a teabag from the tin, the scent of orange peel and chai already wafting over. 

Mountain hums approvingly, but the sound quickly becomes another groan as the itching sensation grows. His ears pin back low and he grabs frustratingly at his scalp. 

“Can I help?” Dew asks in a small voice.

“Don’t touch me,” Mountain snaps. He immediately regrets it, seeing the way the fire ghoul flinches. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” Dew reassures him. “You’re hurting.” He reaches out his hands across the counter, palms up, beckoning Mountain to inch forward. The earth ghoul lifts his head with great difficulty and shuffles close enough for Dew to take his head in his hands. Mountain winces when his fingers roam his face and move towards the base of his horns. 

Dew traces the outline of the one already shorn. “Does this one hurt?” Mountain makes a noise in the back of his throat, not daring to shake his head no. “Just this one then,” Dew answers for him. 

“Yeah. Kinda want to just yank it off at this point,” Mountain says sadly. The fire ghoul frames the base of the still-attached horn with both of his hands, pressing feather-light. A slow bloom of warmth begins to radiate from his fingertips, seeping right into his skull beneath the pedicle. 

“Oh,” Mountain chokes out; the heat relieves the gnawing itch almost immediately, leaving only hints of a dull irritation. He has to catch his head in his own hands, the weight of it increasing ten-fold as his eyelids droop with the sudden onslaught of relief. “That is . . . so much better,” the earth ghoul practically purrs, tipping his head further into Dew’s hands. 

“I’m glad,” Dew smiles. He removes one of his hands briefly to slide the mug in front of Mountain, dropping the tea bag in and wrapping his hands around the pottery. The earth ghoul trills happily when the smell of simmering spices fill his nostrils, Dew’s fire quickly bringing the brew to life. Steam soon caresses his face, bringing with it its relaxing aroma. 

Dew shifts the mug slightly closer and removes his hand. “Don’t faceplant into it,” he teases. He moves to take his other hand from Mountain’s head, but the taller ghoul lets out a low growl in protest. “Okay, okay,” Dew laughs, “a little longer.”

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

EDIT:

i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

[bensp]

Getting to know me

also, tagged by @onpurposeilovehimonpurpose

okay so, that's the first time someone tags me meaning i have no ideia if these questions have like, 2 meanings so bear with me.

Last song: Perdição - L7nnon

Last film: A Man Called Otto

Currently reading: Red, White & Royal Blue i guess, but I just finished Marketing Of Love.

Currently watching: im binge watching 2 broke girls while I write the answers.

Currently consuming: as in food? bread.

Currently craving: again, as in food? broccoli, x-bacon and weirdly, coffee (I'm an addicted)

Were you named after anyone?

so, my mom had this dream about having twins, a boy and a girl, cause of her dolls. turns out she only had me, a girl. 4 years later, she had my sister, and she's EXACTLY like me.

When was the last time you cried?

I actually don't remember, I think it was because I was having a panic attack cause I was thinking too hard about my life and about myself.

Do you have kids?

I do not have kids, I do tho have my sister, that I consider my kid.Im also an aunt, but as I don't really like my "others sisters" and they don't really like me, I don't have much contact with them (I kinda think they don't like me too, but I don't really care).

What sports do you play/Have you played?

as much as y'll like stereotypes, I don't like futebol (but please don't get me started on the soccer thing) and I don't really like sports. I like running sometimes tho.

Do you use sarcasm?

yes.im not really proud (I'm lying I'm super proud) but I use it a lot. I just can't help it.

What's the first thing people notice about you?

I'm not sure, but they do get surprised when I tell them how old I am.

What's your eye color?

Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm always down for a scary movie, and while I don't have enough patience to WATCH romance movies, i live reading happy endings first and books.

Any talents?

writing count as a talent? I don't know lol.

Where were you born?

Brasil, Rio de Janeiro.

What are your hobbies

I LOVE TO READ, listening to music. OH! imitating accents (doesn't mean I'm any good at this).

Do you have any pets?

I had a dog, her name was Princesa, but she died last year.

How tall are you?

I'm 1.60cm

Favorite subject in school?

In school? English. College tho? Psychology.

Dream job?

tbh I have no ideia.

I'm done!! I'm tagging @madeforstarker @thatisthewaylovegoes cause I know nobody here. anyway pls talk to me guys, despite the answers I'm nice.

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

The Host Club members are coming over! Based on the tea I currently have in my tea organizer, here’s what I’m giving each member:

Honey: Bigelow Botanicals Cold Water Infusion blackberry raspberry hibiscus (... that’s an aggressively long title for a tea flavor. also, where tf did this come from. I have one singular crumpled up bag of this... okay. but also it sounds really sweet and fruity and that gives me honey vibes)

Tamaki: Big Heart tea Co Cup of Love nurturing rose (cause Tamaki + roses just makes sense. this is also my favorite comfort tea, and I just like the idea of giving tamaki a mug of genuine love. someone please give him a real hug)

Hikaru: (omitting local tea company name) Red Hot Cinnamon Black (it’s the only loose leaf I actually can be bothered to make because it’s SO GOOD! It has actual cinnamon candies in it and it’s almost... spicy? idk, but it’s really good. And the surprise spicy makes me think of our resident little devil. <3) 

Mori: Dynasty Chinese Restaurant Tea, blend of Oolong, Jasmine, and Green tea (this is also random af, but it’s tea I had all the time in China, and maybe it’ll remind Mori of the dojo? And feel calmed? There’s a lot of chaos in the host club, so drink a hot cup of tea, and breathe) 

Haruhi: Nordovist Moominmamma’s Magic Potion, Black tea with rhubarb and strawberry flavors (because haruhi is making some real magic potion getting the entire host club addicted to cheap ass commoner coffee. And you know what? Good for them. plus haruhi totally mom’s the host club, and i love them for that)

Kaoru: Nordovist Snufkin’s Adventurer’s Snacks, green tea, pear, and vanilla flavors (cause snufkin looks angsty on the packaging, like it’s him against the world, and kaoru can get that vibe sometimes, especially when he starts to branch off from Hikaru. So here’s a cup of hot tea to aid you in your adventure of self discovery.)

Kyoya: Celestial Seasonings Peppermint herbal tea (i know this tea is the opposite of fancy, and kyoya would probably have one of the highest expectations of fancy teas, but this with a little bit of honey always makes me feel better if im ever feeling sick, plus it helps me with headaches. And i really think kyoya needs something because i bet his stress is destroying his head and his stomach, so please relax, sir.)

[thomasicism]

"Okay Thomas, I understand. I'm kinda surprised though, I didn't know you were into bold women, not that I mind. Don't worry, my love. I'll do my best, I'll do my oh-very-best to charm you over that the only thought in your mind will be me and only me" I said taking a sip off my coffee, flipping my hair a bit, while looking at him looking gorgeous as ever.

"hmm, is that so?" I tilted my head to look at him properly.

"then beware, Thomas because curiosity is the first step to being in love, the more you will know me the more your curiosity will heighten. First, it would be mere curiosity, then you would become addicted to my presence, little by little, I'll be all that your mind would think about, then you would want to kiss me, and trust me it won't just stop at a kiss. Ahem! If you would excuse me then" I used a napkin to clean my mouth, leaning from my seat to press a napkin against your mouth.

"Pardon me, there was something on your mouth and I couldn't just let my date look messy, on just the first date." I leaned back in my seat and curled the napkin, looking innocently at him. - 🌷

[ HWHSHE please im not like this in real but im aspiring to be that way, but I'll have to first start acting that way to actually be that way ]

Ah, curiosity killed the cat, huh? And yet, I still can't help but wish to learn more. Like I said, you seem to keep me on my toes. It's... A welcome change of pace, if I may.

He watched, both amused and surprised at her actions.

And it seems you've proven my exact words. Though, thank you for that, I'll have to excuse myself for being a little, ah... Messy?

He laughs.

What else is on your mind tonight, Miss? Enlighten me.

[via-l0ve]

Hii! Hope all is well with you! I'd love to do a 🎃 for supernatural or marvel of possible! <3

I'm so bad at describing myself, bear with me :)

Physical stuff out of the way. I'm pretty average high and weight, around 5'4 and 135. I do have hope dips and a ton of stretch marks. I have mid-length wavy brown hair and big brown eyes. I'm super pale, like ghostly pale lol. Oh and I wear glasses!

The basics! My favorite colour is lilac! My favorite season is autumn! I love Halloween and Christmas. There is nothing quite as good as that cosy, nostalgic feeling that comes with that time of year. I am in my early 20's. I'm bi (but maybe with a guy for this? :) ). I'm the oldest to 3 siblings. I've worked with kids my whole life. I suffer with chronic pain and anxiety and I want to be an addictions and mental health counselor to help people like me!

I am a huge reader! I love most genres but I'm a big dark romance, thriller and history nerd. I'm almost always reading a few books at a time lol. I'll do digital, hard copies or audio, the more the merrier.

I'm a huge history buff as well. I will learn a little about a plethora of different time periods and then deep dive into ones that peak my interest. Ancient Greece/Rome, the 40's and the Victorian period are a few that come to mind.

I love the look of the '70s as well. My style definitely has some influences from the era. I'm also a bit of a hippie. All peace and love and positive vibes here <3

I also love a huge range of music, classic rock to folk to pop to country. I listen to it all! I love my Zeppelin, Louis Tomlinson, Noah Kahan, Jake Wesley Rogers, guns and roses, David Bowie, Harry styles, imagine dragons and Mumford and Suns just to name a few!

My love language is physical touch and gift giving. I'm constantly wanting to remind my partner know I love them by holding their hand, cuddling, playing with their hair, etc. If we become friends in any regard, I will be feeding you. I'll bake homemade treats, suprise you with coffee and doughnuts on a bad day or make you a full dinner just cuz I missed you. It's just how I show I love you!

All my friends call me a grandma I'm constantly checking on my friends, I always have food and little candies in my purse in case you get hungry, I am a homebody, my family is extremely important to me, I'm learning to knit and I have to make sure everyone is good before me.

In a relationship I love little (or big) romantic gestures. Remembering my Starbucks order or building a fort for a horror movie night, etc. I find it very attractive when they get a bit over protective. I also am a sucker for pet names and all that lovey dovey stuff.

Sorry for any bad grammer or if it's just way too much! I have a bad habit of ranting. Thank you so so much in advance! Have the best day

Ps. I love your page! I stumbled on it not too long ago and I'm hooked! Keep up the fantastic work friend <333

OMG HI. IM SERIOUS I LOVE YOU IN A NOT CREEPY WAY YOURE SO COOL AND YOU LIKE LOUIS TOMLINSON AHAGSYSFWYEVDUGKVOFPEHATF PLEASE YOU SOUND AMAZINF AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INFO IT MEANS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU ENJOY BABES!!!!!

OKAY SOOOOOO

i ship you with thor!!!

he would 100% sing along to all of your songs because he is a himbo and i love him. he also fucking LOVES your stretch marks and hip dips. pls let him kiss every single mark on your body he will do it with a smile. he plays with your hair all the time and he loves it. he has a christmas playlist for that time of year and he decorates with you and gets all cozy and makes you watch ELF every single year so he can laugh at the same parts. he’s always worrying about you and the pain you’re in but he always helps the best he can <333

he BEGS you to read some books to him and he gets really invested. he wants to tell you all about Asgard and in return you can tell him about all the history you know!! he LOVES you clothes and begs you to pick some out for him as well. he’s the type to want to match outfits. he screams Hardy Styles and Louis Tomlinson any chance he gets.

i fucking love that you’re the grandma friend i NEED one of those in my life that’s so cute.

thor loves it too. teach him how to bake please. he needs the help before he burns your house down hahah.

thor notices EVERY detail about you. your drink order, the way you like your hair, the way you focus, what movies you cry at, what your comfort movies are, a phrase you say a lot, etc. he’s very perceptive. he makes cute date nights like picnics and pillow forts so you guys can watch shrek (my perfect date ngl.) or a preferred movie.

he’s such a golden retriever bf and i think you need that bc you’re the grandma and all grandmas have cute hyper dogs so that’s my thought process!!!!!

[not-eating-till-i-pass]

Romanticized mental illness and addiction

(this is me coping with severe, chronic, treatment resistant mental illness. Not me promoting or actually romanticsing anything. Romanticsing things for myself makes life more bearable rn. Please dont take any of these as reasons you should 🌟ve yourself, most aren't realistic and im clincally delusional /gen),

Mild f@tph0bic rhetoric directed at myself only

kind of venty, ED fantasy

My Design

[Inspired by "I go hungry" by mothermother]

In my design

I'll be the small, easily passing emo boy that looks good in all clothes and aesthetic in large band t-shirts and dark makeup and skinny jeans

In my design

I'll never have to worry about binding again, I'll be so small and boney these fat lumps on my chest will shrink and shrink and shrink until their gone. I'll always pass, my bones will jut out and look so masculine and boyish, from my bones to my jaw to my hips

In my design

I'll be the boy who you see live off black coffee and ultra monster and hot chips, I'll look more beautiful with my nicotine and sunken eyes instead of just sad. I'll be the pretty boy you see alone at the park or corner of the cemetery with a cigarette and far off stare and not the sad fat addict

In my design

I will be dark, scary looking but sweet. I'll uplift others bodies, never let anyone know my diet ""advice"" "what do you mean? I just look like this normally, every size is gorg you don't need to look like me!" I'll never let anyone go through the pain did. I'll make sure people who look like I do now feel beautiful and never shamed by my new size

In my design

I'll meditate, every day. On top of being my dark brooding self, with how little time i spend eating, ill have more time to improve my witchcraft. Become good enough to help my friends with spells, protect my house and mind so I can stop feeling as awful, recconnect with mother earth and my ancestors. Without food as a distraction i can be more spiritual and better at it

In my design

I'll read more, clean more, be a more productive person and really focus in on my self care and care for others.

In my design

My friends and family will always come first, I'll be a good selfless person, a perfect person. I'll ask how everyone's doing and if there's any problems I can help solve, I'll be attentive to everyone's needs and wants, I'll listen intently every time they speak and respond with love, I'll bake sweets for everyone every chance I get, send them to my friends far away in little perfectly wrapped care packages, save some for mt family, only have 1 for myself.

In my design

I'll be creative and smart again, throw myself into art and writing and books and documentaries again.

In my design. I'll be perfect. I'll be small to look dark and pretty in emo clothes and take up less space. Take up less resources like food that my family needs more then me. I'll pass I'll be boney and masculine. My issues and problems will all become aesthetic quirks because of skinny and pretty privilege. I'll look dark and scary and sick. I'll be kind, and compassionate and never let my ED warp my views of other beautiful people. I'll be a more skilled witch and pagan. I'll be a more productive person in general. I'll be the perfect brother, son, boyfriend, friend. I'll make sure everyone eats before me, never let my hanger show, I'll be sweet and good and selfless. I'll have more time for my old hobbies and art

I will be perfect.

[j-nope-not-today]

Hello. Can I request a Victorious match up please? Im Gabby, 17 years old straight girl from Slovakia, 6'0 ft tall, Libra and my hp faculty is Ravenclaw. Im an only child. Im half Russian and half Slovak. Russian and Slovak are my native languages and I have a Russian accent. To others, my accent is hot and attractive. I have brown-green eyes, dirty blonde hair to my shoulders, Im tall and slim with wide hips and I wear black glasses. I have little freckles all Across my nose and cheeks but you need to look closer to see them. Im ENFP, introvert, shy, quiet, observant, reserved, witty, creative, accepting, a shoulder to cry on, caring and really shy. But I have a temper. Im hothead and impulsive. I hate argument tho. When someone will raise their voice, I get scared. My grades are mostly A's. Im allergic to strawberries and sunlight. Im literally a vampire because I have white skin and fangs. To others, Im monster. It makes me sad but whatever. I have lots of panic attacks and breakdows mostly because of my grandfather. He died 4 years ago. Its so painful because we had a special relationship. Im a huuge coffee addict and I ADORE cappuccino. I am an artist and dancer. I love music and I mostly listen to pop,rock and roll. I spend my free time studying, playing mobile games, reading books and drawing. Art is my passion. I have my black headphones in 24/7. I cry easily.. My biggest fears are rats, Dark, clowns, spiders and heights and I hate the sound of chewing. I love rainy days and Im the biggest bookworm ever. Books are literally my life and you can see me neither with book, textbooks or headphones. Im really shy and I stutter when Im nervous. Thats All. Thank you so much ❤️❤️

I would match you with Robbie!

I feel Robbie would be your perfect match!

Robbie would love your accent and would have you teach him some of your native languages. He would think your really beautiful and your freckles would be adorable to him!

You and Robbie would get along really well, because he has a lot of the same traits that you do! He would try avoiding arguments with you bc he doesn't like them either and he would find ways to help you with your temper.

He would help with your allergies the best he can! Maybe carry around an umbrella in case you need it to keep the sun off of you, but he wouldn't think your a monster.

He would help you with your panic attacks and be there for you when your missing your grandfather.

He would always bring you coffee bc he knows how much you adore it!

He would love how artistic you are and ask for your help with his art projects bc he's not so good at it. He would adore your art work and dancing. I feel he listens to all sorts of music so no worries there he would love to jam out with you.

He cries easily too..so you can always cry together :)

He would do his best to help with your fears, but he's probably just as scared about all of those things, but if there was a spider he would kill it for you bc he cares.

Robbie isn't much of a reader, but he would love to give you suggestions or have you read to him if you wanted too. He also stutters when he's nervous so he understands your struggle.

I mean overall he would really like you and would be there for you and he would be the best match for you.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hello Absol ^.^ work went well, thank you.

I will say, I'll always be a rkvl truther too "t.t but i am a sucker for those aus..for the drama..im also a multiship addict...Leoide..genderbent doujin..fun. that suddeny reminds me of a technically nsfw,,jamizul drawing i did,,ugh..but yea..leoide fanon vs leoide canon is,,different. But i will enjoy the fanart and take their canon relationship for what it is..

Oh. Cater and Jamil though? That's a new one for me..id love to hear about this...im intrigued so far. I enjoy forcing Jammy into doomed Yaois.

Yesyes..I could serioisly talk about ships for..so long. So long....Florug actually grew onto me a bit after the few times you mentioned it..I want them to sneak away from their duties (lounge shifts & Leona),,,get high together and maybe 'accidentally' kiss? Or maybe as Ruggie picks up more lounge shifts he annoyingly gets closer to Floyd and it goes from there. And imagine Floyd memmorizing how Ruggie likes his coffee? Bringing it to him or leaving it for him with a little note. " - floyd." And maybe an occasional doodle? Or even the occasional surprise donut...i am getting carried away..your friends oc can steal ruggie away...for our sakes.. - 🐍

Good morning Viper. It is afternoon now though… But I would still like to give you a ‘good morning’. I like the idea of drama. It gives a fanfic more life. Pushing and pulling you so you want to see the ending you wish for. But you never know what you’ll get until you read the ending…

The doujin is a bit old. The art style is very cute but the plot is a little… Odd. But it is hentai so I can’t really hope for gold. Are you a Jamil x Azul fan? I don’t have much to say about it other than I love when people present them as divorced and Azul still clings to the hope that Jamil loves him. It makes me smile. I like Azul as a pushy man, I think he is a pushy man. And Jamil is very reserved and he won’t hesitate to bite if he needs to. So their dynamic is always so fun to see. I enjoy Cater x Jamil only because of the summer fireworks event. It’s a super rarepair since I think no one else posts for it or has mentioned it. But I am a fan of Bromance. Even if they both feel like it could be more, I am content with them mutually wishing each other the best before they part ways. Maybe… They’ll meet in the future again? Who knows…

I love FloRug. It is the best in the world. I wish more people could see the potential. They seem like they would get along great and Floyd would never be bored with a busy body like Ruggie. And Ruggie knows how to entertain Floyd enough to get help from him if he needs it. They have a symbiotic relationship. “You help me, I make you smile.” Also they are very dangerous with their heads put together. In a fun way. Teal and dandelion yellow also are very pleasing as a color combination. I think I would also be okay with a bittersweet ending of ‘Hyenas can’t breathe underwater’ and ‘Well fish can’t live on land’. But of course they text and remain close.

I love my friend’s ship so much. I am my happiest when she posts them or talks about them. She does very detailed drawings of her ship and sometimes doodles but… I want to ask her if she ever makes her own fanfics of them… I should ask her…

[borathae]

Chapter 28

AYO WHATS GOING ON

“Maybe you guys just need to fuck in a church again.” WTF HOW DID U KNOW THAT HOBI ?? IM SOO SCANDALIZED WTF MAN?? GIVE US A WARNING

“he told me, he was very proud of it.” ofc kook did it

“I don’t understand the obsession people have with coffee in general. It’s so bitter.” FUCKING TRUE HATE TAE AND COFFEE GANG tho i like latte cuz its more milk yum

wiat i meant tea sorry WAIT IM NOT SORRY FUCK YOU TAE TOO BYE

“They fucked?” Hoseok gasps, making Seokjin facepalm himself. HOBI NO U SAID U ARE NOT A CLOWN BUT THIS IS NOT HELPING YOU HOBARI (says another clown) (clown to clown bonding/connection)

"Seriously, I hope he bumps his little toe on a corner and as he jumps around in agony he steps on a lego and then as he leans down to rub his aching feet he hits his head on a corner. That’s what I wish upon his stubborn butt.” would u like the list i have love? i have already read it twice for joon and once for the rest of them

“Oh, okay. He told me to come too, isn’t that crazy?” he says and laughs shyly, scratching his stomach in a nervous manner. beetroot is so funny BUT I CANT GRRRR WAIT BEETROOT IS RIGHT THEY NEVER WERE TOGETHER UNLESS THEY FUCKED AND they are going to fuck in the chapter ho ho ho yoongi u sly my i see u

oh hoo they are fighting yum AND THEY ARE TLAING YOONGLES U ARE SMART wait THAT MEANS GIVING BEETROOT ATTENTION NO ah hey kook im sorry lets go back to being cute im really a hoe wow (when realization hits u)

FUCK WE ARE HAVING HATE SEX YESSH YESS *swings towel

HE JERKED OFF TO THEM FUCKING HOLY SHIT THIS IS TOO HOT OMG KOOK IS GETTING HIS SPANKS AAH YOONGI STOP EXPOSING EVERTHING

let me turn on the ac its getting too hot from yoongi talking dirty and kook moaning

It makes them look so sinful. Fuck, you want to lick it off of him. FUCKING HELL UGH BLOOD SWEAT TEARS CAME TO MY HEAD ITS ALREADY HOT AND ALSO SAYS TO NOT GO AFTER TEMPTATION WHICH PERFECTLY SUITS THE TRAINING

SHE SAID NO FUCK TOO GOOD WHY IS UR SMUT SOO GOOD??? TOO ADDICTING HOLY FUCK SHE SAPNKED HIM SO HARD oh shit why can i already feel the impending doom of dom drop coming

EATING HIS BUBBLE BUTT WHILE GETTING IT FROM YOONGI BYE

“imagine her as a vampire Kook. Imagine what she could do.” shudders in remembering many oneshots

“Ah Mistress”, Jungkook moans with his voice pitched. you have successfully killed me

Yoongi had the audacity to reach under your shirt and pinch your nipple,THAT MF

THE WHOLE HAND??? does he have a black hole up there

his thoughts please he is soo cute i wanna die GIVE HIM EVERUTHING HE DESEVRES FUCK THE WORLD

FUCK WE DENY IT AGAIN this is too hot

i was holding my breath cuz this was too hot goosebumps everywhere

“this was the first time in sixty years that I wasn’t chained up and constrained during sex.” shit noo but im happy for him

oh thanks yoongi and jungkook for the reassuring he really wanted that, got scared for a moment

“he told me, he was very proud of it.” ofc kook did it

he's just a cutie <3

“I don’t understand the obsession people have with coffee in general. It’s so bitter.” FUCKING TRUE HATE TAE AND COFFEE GANG tho i like latte cuz its more milk yum

same jfadsjf I hate coffee

wiat i meant tea sorry WAIT IM NOT SORRY FUCK YOU TAE TOO BYE

wait. so you hate tea? lmao can't relate it's way too versatile to be hated

oh hoo they are fighting yum AND THEY ARE TLAING YOONGLES U ARE SMART wait THAT MEANS GIVING BEETROOT ATTENTION NO ah hey kook im sorry lets go back to being cute im really a hoe wow (when realization hits u)

I love kookie I couldn't be mad at him fr

FUCK WE ARE HAVING HATE SEX YESSH YESS *swings towel

me fr

HE JERKED OFF TO THEM FUCKING HOLY SHIT THIS IS TOO HOT OMG KOOK IS GETTING HIS SPANKS AAH YOONGI STOP EXPOSING EVERTHING

I AM CLWAING AT MY WALLLSSS

let me turn on the ac its getting too hot from yoongi talking dirty and kook moaning

jfsdj me fr i love this trio so much ngngn

SHE SAID NO FUCK TOO GOOD WHY IS UR SMUT SOO GOOD??? TOO ADDICTING HOLY FUCK SHE SAPNKED HIM SO HARD oh shit why can i already feel the impending doom of dom drop coming

hahah I love that you are loving it <3

EATING HIS BUBBLE BUTT WHILE GETTING IT FROM YOONGI BYE

LIKE THE FUCKING DREAM

“Ah Mistress”, Jungkook moans with his voice pitched. you have successfully killed me

gooooddd I need to write more sub!kook againnnn

his thoughts please he is soo cute i wanna die GIVE HIM EVERUTHING HE DESEVRES FUCK THE WORLD

me fnadsnf

i was holding my breath cuz this was too hot goosebumps everywhere

ehehhe thank youuuu <33