#my hand is too fucked to draw rn but i will return :'I

[alcubierre-warpin]

Old Guard hyperfixation guaranteed to come back once I get my hands on the kindle season 4 script

[beenbaanbuun]

hi bunny! <33 i wanted to ask if you could do a little fic of how the ateez boys (specifically jjong) would be like during aftercare ❤️ after a rougher session— i’m in need of comforty cute stuff rn lmao 😭 no pressure ofc! luv u bun bun 🫶

aftercare w/ateez

hongjoong

i feel like hongjoong is very prepared for aftercare, especially if he knows in advance that it’s going to be a rougher session

like he already has a glass of water and a snack bar on the nightstand ready to go

coos and praises you as he breaks the bar into tiny pierces and slides them between your lips with his fingers

will absolutely force you to pee and shower once he thinks you’ve got your energy up enough to walk to the bathroom

stays with you the whole time you pee, and slides into the shower beside you to wash your hair

unlike some of the others i don’t believe that the shower will to anything else because hongjoong has a modicum of self control and can see you naked without going feral…

seonghwa

seonghwa’s first instinct is to go and grab a washcloth from the bathroom so he can wipe down the mess between your legs

of course, while he’s in the bathroom, he kills two birds with one stone and begins to draw a bath for you

wipes down your sticky skin with the warm cloth, all while whispering praises

‘i know you’re sensitive but you’re being such a good girl by letting me clean you! just a little more and it’ll be over, my darling.’

once you’re somewhat clean he guides you to the bathroom and helps you into the bath before going to chance the sheets

comes back the second they’re changed and in the washer so he can sit on the side of the tub and watch you with a pretty smile

yunho

cuddly boy!!

will literally just hold you to his chest and stroke his hand up and down your spine while the two of you return your breathing to normal

isn’t so fussy about the ‘clean’ aspect of it all, but will definitely make you go pee because we do not want any UTI’s in this house!

and once you’re finished peeing, he just ticks you back into his nice strong arms and lets you fall to sleep in his grasp

he trusts you enough to know that you’ll tell him if you need anything else; water, a snack, all that jazz

he also knows you enough to know that is so incredibly rare that you’ll want anything other than him and his warm cuddles

because let’s be real, lying on top of yunho with your head tucked into his neck and his long arms holding you in place is actually the best feeling in the world

yeosang

you know my thoughts on yeosang’s sex style so i also have to assume that he takes his job of aftercare very seriously

it’s half a guilt thing because baby boy went so hard that now he has to take care of you; he needs to know that you’re okay and he didn’t do too much

he starts by wiping you down and you’re guaranteed to be oversensitive, but he just shushes you and tells you how well you’re doing

ideally he’d like you to shower, but you’re too boneless right now and he doesn’t want to leave you for long enough to run a bath

and when he’s all done cleaning you up, he’ll hold a straw to your mouth, watching you as gulp down the water he brought you

i can see him needing his own validation as well so he asks you plenty of questions

did he go to far? did you like it when he did that one thing? were you having as much fun as he was? he really is desperate to know that you were having a good time

san

san is so fucking clingy that from the moment he goes soft, he will not let you out if his sight

he won’t send you to the bathroom yourself with promises of cuddles when you get back; why would he when he can follow you in there to hold your hand while you pee?

and while you’re in the shower you better let this man wash your hair, your body, your face, anything he can, unless you want him to pout

sits you on the toilet seat while he brushes your teeth; it’s cute but you can’t help but feel shy as he holds your jaw and looks down at you

and then when he’s sure you’re squeaky clean and happy, he bundles you up in his arms and drags you back to bed with him

from which there will be no escape, by the way; if you even dream about getting out of bed, san will be pouting and complaining

mingi

i like to think that he puts his mind, body and soul into sex, so he’s probably just as tired as you when it’s over

ideally, he’d just like to stay in bed with you, but he knows you have to replenish yourself, so he sets you little tasks

“can you go get a wash cloth from the bathroom so i can wipe you down?”, “go piss, girl. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”

and you best believe that after every single task you complete, he’s praising you like you’ve just cured world hunger or something

lips pressed against yours, letting you know just how good you are for him and how proud he is of you for doing what he asks

it’s safe to say youre leave your submissive headspace any time soon, not when mingi has you in his grasp, whispering sweet praises in your ear

wooyoung

wooyoung likes to do everything for you and if he even catches you lifting a finger he will become the most annoying person to ever walk this earth

like he’ll be getting you a glass of water and he’ll come back to the bedroom to see you with a tissue between your legs and all he can thing is how dare you?

literally storms over and takes it away from you before continuing the job himself, muttering under his breath as he cleans you up

“you weren’t so independent when you were begging for my dick, hm?” he scowls, “you need me to fuck you properly, so what makes you think you don’t need to help you with this too?”

like honestly, he’s kind of mean with it but with his gentle touch and the tiny kisses that he’s pressing to your thighs, you know he isn’t actually mad

just being his regular wooyoung-ish self…

jongho

oh you think he’s a teddy bear? wrong; during aftercare you’re his teddy bear and there’s nothing you can do about it!

because he’s way too strong for you to escape from the grasp he has on you, no matter how much wriggling you do

it’s fine though, because jongho always keeps. a bottle of water by his bed and a few snacks in his drawer and a pack of baby wipes too

you literally don’t even have to move from his arms for him to take care of you; everything you need is right there!

of course when you tell him you need to use the bathroom he’s pouting, but then you tell him he can come with you and he’s happy again

he doesn’t consider the fact that he can’t squeeze you to death when you’re actually on the loo, so when he realises that he’s pouting again

literally clings to you the moment you stand up, wasting no time in dragging you back to bed for more cuddles

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Hey, can I request an intersex Nat where she accidentally got R pregnant? And then she decided to hide the baby from Nat because she didn't want to burden Natasha or something (idk, you can change the reason), and then 5 years later, Nat was shocked to find R with a child. She did a computation and some research to know that it was her child too! Fluffy ending, please? Sorry for rambling, I just love single mother AUs rn and idk why?? Thank youuu!!

It's never over.

Warnings: y/s/n (your son's name), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink

Pairings: Intersex Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: It has actually been a hot minute since I posted. I'm sorry, but I'm ready for this writing grind to return. This fic is my apology. I'm getting to it if I didn't get to your request. Trust me, I've seen it and probably already started writing it.

"Fuck baby, I don't have a condom," Natasha tells you while hurriedly taking off her shirt.

You moaned quietly and muttered, "It's fine." Your hands go to Natasha's sweatpants to pull them down. "Just pull out, okay?"

Natasha lets out a low groan in reply to you, and her hands promptly find their way to your bra. In one swift mention, your bra was unclasped and thrown somewhere in the dimly lit bedroom.

Her hand soon came up to your face, tracing your face. Her eyes were glued on you, on how beautiful you were. Her face comes intact with your neck, kissing you slowly. Her lips dragged down and down. Soon, meeting your pelvis. Her head slowly moved back up to look at you. "So pretty baby, love you so much," she muttered. Her fingers traced down your body 'till they got to your clothed cunt. Her middle and index finger glided over your clit, and a soft whine erupted from your mouth.

"Please, Tasha, need you."

"Yeah, baby? I got you, okay?" She murmured out to you. A small kiss was left on your forehead. Natasha's two fingers pulled your panties to the side. Her attention was now on your pussy.

"So wet for me." Her lips curled upwards, forming a proud smirk. She didn't even do anything to you, and she had you dripping.

Her fingers dipped themselves in your hole, and a small gasp left your mouth. You threw your head against the pillow that lay beneath your head.

"Look at me, y/n, how good I'm making you feel." She mutters out to you, immediately drawing her fingers away from your cunt.

"Need your fingers, please." You moan out to her, your head shooting back up to see her in front of you, her two fingers up to her mouth to taste you.

"Taste so fucking good." she sighs out to you. "Need my fingers, baby? How bad do you need them?"

"Really bad, Natasha." Your hips start to buck forward, trying to relieve that ache you had in your core.

Natasha's hand comes to your hips, pushing them back down into the bed. You know you can't do anything about it. She's so much more potent than you. A force of one hand has your hips pinned down.

"Sorr-" Your plead is cut short when you feel her fingers entirely make their way into you. A languid yelp leaves your mouth. Your head shoots back once more.

"Feels good, huh? Bet my cock will feel better, though."

You can't respond back to her, too focused on her fingers that are curling in you. Her fingers pump faster, lewd sounds of your wetness caving the room, echoing every now and then.

Natahsa's free hand moves up to your clit, circling the bud just like she did before.

"So good, Nat, don't stop p-please."

"'M not gonna stop, baby."

As you lay, you feel the muscles in your legs tense up, and your feet shift slightly as your legs come together, creating a subtle but noticeable closure.

"You close y/n?" She whispers in your ear, her body leaning onto you ever so slightly, but enough to feel her hard-on press onto you.

Your voice quivers as you let out a mournful "Mhm." You reach out and grasp her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin. The pressure of your grip is tight, as if you're trying to hold on to something slipping away.

As you near your high, Natasha pulls her fingers out of you. A high-pitched sob leaves your mouth. "N-no, Natasha."

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I gonna make you feel so much better." She mumbles out to you. Her body moves off of you and onto her knees. The tent in her boxers is more noticeable than it was before. Your gaze is fixated on the intricate network of veins coursing down her pelvis, descending further and further out of sight.

She let out a low groan as she moved her boxers down, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere in the room. Her cock sprung out of the piece of clothing, precum leaked from her tip.

"So fucking hard for you, baby, I just want to feel your pussy so bad."

A shattered breath left your mouth as you heard Natahsa's explicit words. Her hand slowly moved up and down on her cock, lowering her head down to use her spit as lube.

She slowly inched her hips closer to you, grabbing ahold of her hard cock. Her tip rubbed in between your folds, teasing for a few more minutes.

"Already feel so good." She sputters, her tip finally coming down to your hole. She takes her time easing into you, her eyes looking at how your pussy takes in all of her cock.

Once Natasha had bottomed out in you, she stilled her hips, giving you time to adjust to her length. "Tell me when I can move, baby, okay?" She softly tells you.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally adjusted to her.

"O-okay, I'm ready, Nat."

Natasha needs to hear no more, her hips thrusting rhythmically.

"Th-that feels good, Tasha." Your breathing is labored. You can feel the deliberate slowness and shallowness of Natasha's thrusts, as though she is deliberately holding back from unleashing her full power upon you. It's as though she is carefully testing your limits, teasing you with the promise of what could come if she let go.

"Can I do this?" She asks, her eyes filled with anticipation. Her back straightens, and her hands move ever so sneakily, reaching out to grab your thighs.

The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the sound of a small head slowly nodding.

Her hands pushed your thighs back for a better angle. Her thrusting resumes and her cock hits new depths. Loud moans left your mouth as Natasha's hips grew in speed, her cock aimlessly hitting the spot that you love.

The way you clenched around her had her in a trance. The grip she had on your thighs tightened. A grunt came out of her mouth, and she snapped her hips faster into you. Your hands were trying to search for a place for stability.

"So fucking tight and warm, y/n. C-could be in you forever." She moans out to you.

"Fuck, I'm close, nat." a whine left your mouth as you closed your eyes and focused on all of the pleasure.

"Let me cum inside y/n, please."

You quickly nodded, trying to hide the knot that was forming in your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of unease made it hard to process anything else.

"Gonna cum!"

"Comon, do it, my love, cum for me." She reassures you. You can tell she's close to releasing by how her hips start to, for their own pace, a rhythm. With a few more strong thrusts from Natasha's hips, your orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched off of the bed as you felt Natasha shoot her load into you.

She lays down on top of you and catches her breath. She quickly rolls off of you and moves herself next to you on the suitable bed. Her side is slightly turned so she can look at your face.

"Did so good for me y/n." You feel her soft breath on your face as she leans in and gently presses her lips to your forehead, letting out a soft murmur.

You couldn't help but smile as you turned to face Natasha. She slowly lifted herself off you, her eyes fixed on yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

After standing up, she gracefully slips back into her boxers, her every move exuding confidence and poise. She walks into your bathroom with purpose, her eyes scanning the room until she spots a towel, which she swiftly grabs and wets under the tap. She returns to you, her gaze unwavering, and gently cleans you up with the damp towel, her soothing and reassuring touch.

As you lay on your bed, you hear a soft call of "Y/nnn." Turning your head, you see her standing there, a smile forming as she catches your gaze. Closing your eyes, you feel her hands gently cleaning you up, making you feel refreshed and cared for. Soon after, she hops onto the bed and wraps her arms around you from behind, holding you close in a warm embrace. It's a moment of comfort and intimacy that makes you feel safe and loved.

As you were lost in thought, you were suddenly jolted back to reality by boisterous laughter. You quickly checked your phone to see a message, only to find your son standing before you with a half-eaten Rice Krispie treat in his hand.

"Hey, buddy!" You bellowed out to him. His face lit up as he heard you talking to him.

He looks up at you with a beaming smile and says, "Hi, mama!" His little hands reach up toward you despite your close proximity, signaling his desire to be held in your embrace.

You bend down slightly to pick him up, even more laughter erupting from his tiny body. You quickly pick up the phone you put on the counter to take a picture of y/s/n. Your eyes get lost in the notification on your screen. You quickly forget about it and take a picture of the both of you in your matching Patagonia jackets, hoping you could post it to your Instagram later.

As you set him down on the ground, you turn to him and ask, "Would you like to go get some ice cream?" With a quick nod, he excitedly runs towards the door, nearly stumbling over the scattered toys that litter the floor. You can't help but chuckle at the sight as you make your way over to the accent table where your car keys are displayed.

As you two drove, the car was filled with the loud beats of y/s/n's favorite YouTube music, his laughter growing increasingly raucous as he found something particularly amusing. After a few minutes, we arrived at the ice cream shop, but getting y/s/n out of his seatbelt proved difficult due to all the kicking and squirming.

As you both stepped out of the car, you noticed the small ice cream shop across the street. You helped him out of the car and walked towards the shop. As you entered the tiny shop, the aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled your nostrils. The colorful display of ice cream flavors made your little companion's eyes widen with excitement. He carefully picked out his favorite flavor and waited patiently for you to pay. As you handed over the money, his tiny head looked up at you with gratitude and back at his ice cream, watching it drip from the cone onto his hand. The sound of his happy slurping filled the air as you both savored the moment.

Walking around the ice cream, you turn to your son and say, "Come on, let's find a table." You take his hand and navigate the large crowd, scanning for an available booth. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening catches your attention. You freeze when you see the girl who just walked in. She looks familiar, like someone you used to know. She stands tall with a confident posture and a mess of long red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. A few strands fall across her face, framing her sharp features. Dressed in a sleek compression shirt and shorts, she just came from the gym.

As you both stand in the ice cream shop, your eyes meet with a woman scanning the room. Suddenly, her gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity pass between you. Her eyes slowly drift down to the child standing next to you, and she can't help but notice the resemblance between them. You're unsure what to do, but you feel frozen in place as you stare at each other. When your child tugs at your pants, reminding you that his ice cream is melting, you snap out of your trance and slowly start to move away.

"Mommy, ice cream!" he says loud enough for the girl you know to hear you.

"O-okay, y/s/n, follow me." You quickly find a table. As soon as you sit down, your son is on his tablet, watching PBS Kids to entertain him. And that's when you finally remember it was Natasha. She has changed a lot since you saw her 4 years ago.

Before you can get together to talk to her, she's already at your table. Your son quickly looks up at her and looks back down; his attention is on the ice cream and TV show.

"Y/n?" She whispered out to you. Her voice sounded the same, just as you remembered.

"Hi Natasha, I know that thi-"

"You have a kid now?" Her voice is a little shaky now; if you have to be honest, you feel bad for her. And now that you're face to face with her you start to regret your actions.

You stayed silent for a minute trying to find the right response to tell Natasha.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n? I've waited so long for you."

"I...I don't know Natasha." Our hands touch your face, rubbing it harshly, trying to process what was happening.

"Is he mine, Y/n?" You could tell her nervousness, her breath quickening as she awaited your response. The only thing you could do was nod your head up and down.

"have a seat, Nat." She hesitates momentarily before slowly taking a seat, her mind racing with mixed emotions. The air around you is tense as you wait for her to speak.

"You know I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you then? I was never able to get over you, y/n."

"I guess I...I guess I was too scared, Natasha. I didn't want you to ghost me, and I felt like a burden like you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." You looked down at the table, trying to hide your watering eyes from Natasha.

You feel her body shifting gently as she moves closer to you. Her arm gracefully wraps itself around your back and pulls you in closer. You respond to her embrace, feeling your entire body pressing against hers with a sense of comfort and warmth.

"I don't think you are a burden. I would've been so happy if you told me we would have a kid together. You know that I will always love you."

You do a slow nod into her chest. Natasha's face turns every once in a while, looking at the toddler across from her.

"What's his name?"

"Y/s/n. It made me think of you when I first gave birth to him."

Natasha's delicate fingers gently touch your chin, lifting your face towards hers. As you meet her gaze, a radiant smile spreads across her lips, illuminating her face with a warm glow.

"Do you wanna come back home with me, Nat?" you whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah, actually. I want to catch up with you and my son."

You find yourself unable to do anything but return the smile of the person in front of you. As you gaze into her eyes, a flood of memories from your past together comes rushing back. You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the new chapter that is about to unfold in your life.

[maxillness]

Secret Love Song || LH44 x Russell!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age-gap, degrading kink, praise kink, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby” He moaned from above her. His hands were tangled in her hair as his back was pushed up against the door of his drivers room

“Your lips feel so good around me” He couldn’t stop praising her, even though he knew she was gonna be in charge when they got to her place after the race later

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this; saliva dripping down your chin, red cheeks, my cock in your mouth” His body was starting to sweat as he twitched in her mouth

“Just like that. Fucking hell, I’m gonna-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he shot his hot loath down her throat

She stood up as she swallowed his cum. He zipped his trousers back up before kissing her tenderly “I’m gonna return the favour when we get to your place after the race, okay love?”

“If you win” She kissed his cheek before leaving the room. They both managed to get back to the others without being seen leaving his drivers room

“Where were you?” George asked her with a hint of concern in his voice

“I was just at the bathroom, no need to worry your pants” She chuckled as she walked over to him

“I’m just looking out for you” He said with soft eyes

“George, I’m 20, you don’t need to look out for me anymore” He had always protected her through out their childhood, he was worse then their parents

“You’re right. I’m sorry”

Normally after her and Lewis had fucked or she would have sucked him off, they would be clingy with each other. Her lips would be all over him. On his lips, cheek, neck, throat, chest, stomach, anywhere they could be, they would be

But they couldn’t this time. Nobody knew they were together, and god forbid they ever told anyone, her brother would absolutely destroy him, both on and outside the track

I wanna kiss you so bad rn

She heard the ping of the message she had sent across the garage. She looked over to Lewis who had picked up his phone. He looked over at her before typing

I want to kiss you too love, but you know we can’t <3

She knew it was true, but what if they fucked with the rules? What if they stood in the corner and it was just a little peck before going back to talk to people they were talking to before

Win the race and my lips will be all over you ;)

She smiled as she sent the text. She looked over at Lewis who was blushing hard. He was talking with Bono who looked confused at him

She could hear their conversation, but she guessed Lewis’ excuse for his slightly red cheeks would be something like it was hot in the garage

It gave her some kind of rush, knowing she was the only one to draw this kind of reaction out of him

It also made her folds wet, but she would never dare to tell him that

She spend the rest of the day in the garage, sending him texts with either different kinds of praises, promises to fuck him when he wins, or wishes about the two of them

You’re always doing so good for me

You better do good on the track, Hamilton

I’m gonna fuck you dumb when you win

I’m gonna fuck your brains out

I wish you could hold me in your arms

I wish you could kiss me before your race

Every time she sent a text, she looked over at Lewis who would just blush harder every time, if that was even possible

Her brother had questioned her multiple times who she was texting, but she would always say it was one of her friends

Like wise did he ask Lewis, who said it was either his parents, his neighbour who was sitting Roscoe, or one of his friends

Stop sending me all those text love

Why? I can see you like them <3

She looked over at him, eyes went down to his slight boner in his trousers

You drive me crazy woman

At least I fuck as good as I drive you crazy ;)

He won the race, of course. I mean, if he hadn’t my won, maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck his teammates sister

“You need a lift home?” George asked her

“No thanks, George” She didn’t give him a reason why, but he brushed it off like he was used to it

“You did so good, baby” Her hand was on his inner thigh as he drove them to her apartment. His breath was heavier as her handed hockey closer to the place where he needed her the most

“Thank you, love” He said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. Her hand started stroking his thigh, making him harder by every stroke

They had barely entered the apartment when Lewis was all over her. His hands on her waist, pulled close to him as his lips were on hers and her hands were on his ass, squeezing him every so often

“Fuck, I want to return the favour, love” His lips traveled over to her jaw

“Then get to the bedroom, Lew” Her hands traveled him to stroke his sides

“No, I want you now” He backed her back so her ass hit the dinning table “Please” His hands went to the back of her thighs, lifting her up on the table

“Lewis, we should go to the bedroom” He had already gone to his knees as she spoke

He didn’t listen to her words, he instead proceeded to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt up, giving him access to pull down her panties as she bucked her hips

She gave in, and let him do what he wanted to her. He threw her panties the floor beside them before spreading her knees, giving him more access to her cunt

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder before darting his tongue out to lick through her folds

She moaned at the contact between his tongue and her clit. He flicked over it with his tongue as he entered her with on of his fingers

As her moans started getting loud, he inserted another finger “What wouldn’t your teammate think, huh? If he knew how you fuck his little sister” He hummed at her words giving her extra pleasure

She bucked her hips into his face, grinding on his tongue she came close to her orgasm “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me” Hs Eleanor’s her head back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, and she came around his fingers. He rode out her high before pulling out of her and standing up

She got to the ground “The bedroom, Lew” He kissed her quick before going to the bedroom

She chuckled at his eagerness. She walked into the bedroom, seeing him already stripped naked and laid on the bed

“Good. You’re already ready for me” She smirked as she walked over to him

“I’m always ready for you, love” He said pulling her into his lap. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She threw them both to the floor

She spit in her hand, and started stroking him slow. She lined herself up with his cock, slowly pushing him in making them both moan

“Fuck, you always fill me up so good, Lew” She smirked as she started moving. She loved hearing his moans and whimpers coming from him

“You sound so pretty” She kept praising him as he started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts

He gripped her hips tighter, slamming her down onto him. Both their moans were loud and heavy as they came closer to their orgasms

“You feel so good around me. Fuck, love. I fucking love you” He spoke between his moans “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck, please”

Her fingers went to her clit, circling it between her fingers. Her actions pushed her closer to her orgasm

“Cum for me, baby” He came into her, holding her down onto him. Him coming into her, sent her over the edge, coming around him for the second time today

She pulled off of him, going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean them both up. She laid down beside him, scooting close into him under the duvet

“I love you” He sighed holding her close kissing her forehead

“I love you too” She kissed his chest laying down hearing his heartbeat

[astralnymphh]

caregiver!ellie is sooo cute but wha about caregiver!reader…

i jus wanna play with her hair n tell her how amazing she is…😞

ughh anon ur in luck cuz I always had the perfect scenario for this in mind. a little tired rn but I'll try, so here we go!! SFW, bit angsty if you squint?? moreso sappy. ✰ . . TLOU UNIVERSE

rust of blood, a scent that churns nostrils and sickens guts. that scent, nested in your nose as you led ellie into the bathroom, embossing crimson prints in each step. damn infected, right? cramming their ridgy fungi bodies through painstakingly set traps– little fuckers weaseled upon your property. nothing to fret about, els was there– as usual– to mow them down to the bone. but everytime, would return a person so done with this bullshit, her own bullshit. gushy assumptions that leave her feeling a tad peeved that she couldn't 'do better for you', when all she gave you was betterness, everyday. it's the little things that tick her off. the little things that sparsely matter to you.

"arms up." you asked, so brittle– so fine. fine on the ears roughened– reddened, scars prevail. with her wearied ass sat atop the baths' edge, you felt nothing waned from nurturing. that beaten freckled face, so preciously relying on you to care for her. ellie draws her arms up, stiller then bark when you tuck and pare her soiled shirt off, plaid pattern muddled by a likeness of bloodshed. you dip down, knees bound to a squat, popping her fly open and rolling the denim up and off her legs. els didn't really utter much. she was really tired, bone–tired. so, with the rest of her clothes messily assorted in a pile at your feet, you arise, guiding her with a shoulder tap. "c'mon–" the clear water welcomes her body, fingertips rubescent as they dig into the white tubs' edge, sinking in slowly. a soft grunt flows from her nose, water rippling as her elbows drift to her flank. you sidle upon a stool beside her, soaked rag in hand, it drips. the drops, they find their way onto els' spent skin of tender bruises. there's a certain breed of kindness that one's hands will pamper along the body of a lover, your hands, her body, a doting kindness. you swipe the rag up her scruff, taking gentle time on the groove where jaw and neck weave in flesh. she reciprocates in pleased buzzes, hums to show an unwaver of contentment. raggy bristles tickle her skin, running along the pistil pores, so smoothly– she just has to let you know, "m'not gonna lie, this is nice." and dreary lids flip to creased ones, uplifted by a fat–cheeked beam. a girl could used to this, after starving of its attention, for so long, years and tears hence. she adds with rasp, an irritated rasp, "fucking stupid of me for not checking the perimeters, m'so dumb, i should've–" she scolds herself, and you scold threefold– kindly, "infected, are fuckin' stupid. not you, babe." it baffles you to even hear her words of self–scorn perk on your ears, you affirm further, "you're so smart for even suggesting the traps in the first place, don't even say that." your available hand skids up her back, knurling knuckles in her pappy wet tuft and pressing a strand to your thumb, "never, say that." you repeat nimbly, lacking tone, pitching in breath. the strand you press, it oozes more drops like a squashed orange, pulping to your mold of it. she smiles wider, and wider, till finally– her teeth held in place. null troubles could sweep those cheeks of dimples. then her lips cleave, and that coral tongue begins to wag again, muttering, "fuck, you're so sweet." then, bowing her head in amusement of her words, she muttered softer than prior, "too sweet." a smile she lifts somehow further, bathwater wets her rosy cheeks– a glisten hardly unnoticed in dim candle blaze.

and what is encouraged beyond those words, is your velvet kiss to her wrist, catching and craning it up to meet your mouth. you sow it, palp it, suckle it, and squeak with a pop, surfing straight into your praise of, "but you're my sweet girl.." moseying the rag down the span of her bicep, mellowly.

"shut up.."

(img from fulltimekardashian on pinterest)

[undercoverpena]

THINGS TO LEAVE IN 2023

presented by your friendly neighbourhood jo ✨🩷

✨ being an arsehole: this doesn’t just apply to your fellow writers, gif makers or readers, but also to yourself. if you talk crap to yourself, you’re giving permission for others to talk to you in the same way.

✨ writing things you don’t like: so, you’re mid-series and you’re not feeling it. the worst that can happen is your wip is abandoned, and some people might be a touch annoyed? I know it feels bad, but also, by pushing yourself you risk burn out, writing sub-par work you hate and feeling disinterest in the thing you loved doing. overall, not good for either you or readers, so.

✨ feeling guilty for putting yourself first: there is only one you. sometimes we have to draw a line in the sand and put our hands up and go “I cannot do this rn” and that is okay. we also need to know which people to walk away from, which things to give our time to and continue to protect our energy. it takes a second to deplete our batteries and several business days for it to return—remember that.

✨ things that don’t bring us joy: whether that’s your mobile theme, a fandom, a pairing, a character, the list goes on, but let’s do the things we want to in 2024. let’s also surround ourselves with people who lift us up and let’s choose things which make us smile. let’s also celebrate ourselves a bit more, cause we’re all fucking amazing.

✨ the notion of “to write X you need to have Y”: the beauty of fandom is that we’re all playing around in a playground with a bunch of swing sets, slides and sand boxes. you want to write X!character going to space, go for it. (pls be sure to label and mark warnings for people tho, it’s not cute to blindside people).

and because I’m a believer of growth, here are some things I’m gonna promise to do more of in 2024:

➡️ begin accepting compliments and not moon-walking away: because I know by not accepting them, I’m both telling myself they’re not true and also possibly running the risk of telling those who are complimenting me their opinion doesn’t matter. be easy on me though.

➡️ apologising for silly things: I’m gonna slip up, but I’m going to try and stop apologising for writing too much, being a bother (more so when I say hi and strike a convo) and for my mental health.

feel free to reblog and add on one or two goals you hope to do in 2024 ✨

[redara]

Where You Are

Summary: when the world gets too much, you know you are safe in the confines of your mind, even if that means you are drowning.

A/n: this is based on my personal experience. It may be different for everyone, but each one of them is valid. If you are going through one rn, i hope you find that safe place to call home.

Pairings: Bi-Han x reader/you.

Ratings: Teen & Up.

Words: 1.172.

TW: description of dissociation and anxiety. Soft!Bi-Han.

The restricting feeling in your chest comes, binding, tightening, stealing your breath with each passing seconds. Your heart aches, a pricking feeling, like a glass stabbing. The seconds turn to minutes. The familiar coldness blooms from your palms, numbing, making your fingers shake.

Calm down, calm down, calm -- you wheeze. Feeling suffocated by nothing, drowning in the abundance of air and space. Chatters from the people around you feel muffled and agitating, gritting in your mind, edging you towards the figurative cliff.

So you do what you do best at moments like this: you take the plunge.

You're conscious, and at the same time, you are not. You are simply not there. Physically, your body remains in the room, reacting to others as cordially as usual, but mentally, your mind is elsewhere. Mind drawing thousands of jumbled memories and imaginations to distract you from the fact that you are drowning.

A moment passes, and the shakiness of your hands becomes manageable. Another moment passes, and the ache of your heart dissipates. An illusion, a battle tactic, you've successfully numbed yourself when your mind wants to go on a fight or flight mode. In that little victorious moment, you mentally pat yourself in the back, promising that once this is all over, once you are alone, you will mend your wound the way you know best.

But your victory is short-lived when someone calls you, and they begin to engage in an antagonizing conversation with you, and you are cornered once again -- too poor a reaction, too little, too much, too strong, too weak -- and that restrictive feeling returns; the memory fucks up by replaying snippets of the bad ones, triggering you inch by inch, that your imagination can't keep up, trying to fix everything.

Then once more, you hide your shaky hands, you smile your heartache away, you take the plunge into the abyss.

***

The hours feel like forever. By the time you're leaving the dining hall to return to your room, you feel too exhausted to think. Purposefully, you take the quieter path, away from the prying eyes and their sharp tongues.

So you pass the garden, lost in your own mind, trying to assure yourself to keep it together. Just a little bit more. It has passed. You are doing a good job. You just need to stay strong a little bit longer.

But for how long...?

"I didn't see you in the dining hall."

A deep, raspy voice startles you -- you're drawing blank on your mental defense, rendering you to stare wide-eyed at the voice owner. The Grandmaster is standing in the garden, still dressed in the formal blue hanfu, still looking so distinguished despite the hours of loud celebration and exhausting conversations.

You bow, "Forgive me, Grandmaster, I didn't know you'd be here."

"Spare the formality; we are alone." He beckons with a tilt of his head, and like a dog on a leash, you approach him. "Like I said, I didn't see you."

His words confuse you. Surely he did see you; you sat at the assigned seat where you can see each other; it was his plan after all. If you were to sit beside him, the uproar would be much worse than the festive dinner you just walked out of.

"I sat where you wanted me to. Did someone block your line of sight?” You carefully ask; the last thing you need is to have your Grandmaster be upset with you, a nobody hunter of the Lin Kuei.

But your Grandmaster, your Bi-Han, your lover, shakes his head. He raises a hand to your face, and your heart leaps, your mind screams -- the memory of some other hand in the past makes you flinch and close your eyes in the present.

"Y/n..." Bi-Han calls, voice a soft whisper, and touch a gentle caress against your cheek. His fingertips are cold, but his palm is warm, cupping your face. You are being pulled closer by his other hand around your waist, and soon you feel his forehead pressing against yours.

The cold fingers a startling wake up call. It pulls you out of the abyss faster than any method you know. It holds you, engulfs you, that you soon can feel the ground beneath your soles, the night air mixing with Bi-Han's warm breath, the soft silk of his hanfu under your gripping hands, his steady heartbeat --

"Come back to me..." He asks, a careful demand, a plea. "You are here yet you are also so far away. I do not understand what ails you, but if you let me, I can try. It is cruel -- the Gods put you into battle with something unseen, whilst we both know I would fight it with you. I would win it for you."

His forehead is exchanged with his lips, warm, shaky, pressing against your skin. He then holds you closer, tighter, encasing you as if he is shielding you.

You try to reply, voice being held tight by an invisible noose from your tightening chest. A sob comes out instead. The dam of your restrained tears finally breaks, unleashing your cry -- your knees buckle, too tired, but the ground never claims you when Bi-Han holds you steady; his presence a strong tether that keeps you from sinking.

Neither of you says a word. Neither of you need to, even when the cold air of the garden turns into the warmer air of his bedroom, when your weak form is curling on his bed, still being held by him. His usually stern gaze shows sympathy and concern as he looks at you. Lips moving, asking, "What do you feel?"

You shake your head. Can't articulate your feelings. Can't make heads or tails of your ordeal.

"What do you need?" Bi-Han wipes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Did anyone disrespect you? Tell me their names, and I will make sure they won't repeat their mistakes again." When you shake your head again, his eyebrows curve upwards to his forehead, "Please, tell me what you need..."

You inhale shakily, "S-stay... Please, stay with me..."

"You foolish little thing, you need not to ask, I am not leaving."

"I'm sorry -- I'm sorr -- sorry --" then your composure breaks, and your cries come out a bit more liberally, truthtfully it terrifies Bi-Han. Your apology is unending; you want to make sure he knows you are sorry for being so weak and pathetic in front of him; you don't want to make him second-guess your relationship; you can't lose him too...

He doesn't need to ask. Doesn't need to pry more. He stays there unmoving, watching your eyes, the ebb and flow of your unsteady self returning to the present. There is a light in his gaze when you begin to 'exist', when you begin to crave more of his cold touch, when you are not far away in your mind anymore.

"Bi-Han..." You rasp.

He heaves a sigh of relief. His rare smile shows when you repeat his name again. "There... Now I can see you..."

[shuenkio]

-ˋˏ ༻ISEKAI LIFE WITH ENHA ❁༺ ˎˊ-

Paring: Enha X m!reader

Content: Fluff, emotion, [curse words]

Isekai: reincarnated to another world as a mc for a mission

Do not copy my works

Crd to all pics&dividers

Heeseung: The day you were here, was the day of his accession. A crown prince who just became the king of his kingdom, since his father, the previous king got ill in his old age. Despite how fresh he was in this field, his father hired you as his assistant, a royal secretary, he knew that his only son could do everything but he was lacking in making decisions, and he needed some advisor to give him a path, which is you. A few years had passed, and his kingdom was doing well because they had Heeseung who was in charge as a King. But he's not doing it alone, all the royal assistants are included too, especially you. If you are not here with him, he'd make a mistake. His Nation keeps growing and developing however that's not the only thing that grows, his feelings for you are also growing. Ofc the rule can't be in love with a lower class like you but he can't stop the feeling, love is love, the fact that you're a boy, made it even worse nevertheless he doesn't give a damn about it, you make him this way, Love.

"Don't worry M/N, if I can't have you nobody will, and please don't push me away, I've loved you since the day you made my life easier, so please give me this chance to make me yours, and you're mine?" You stood on the spot, unable to open your mouth nor to make a move before a system popped out in front of you and announced "You've completed your secret quest: make King Lee fall for you!" What!

Jay: He'd be likely a Royal captain, a masculine man, who stood strong for his country, a bloody demon war who takes victory home every time. You were reincarnated into his student, a training soldier. However things are kinda complicated for you since this is back in the past, a historical world where they didn't have technology, everything was going along with tradition, religion, manners and behavior was a big problem if you did something wrong. Soon enough after half a year, you have become familiar with your life and now is a royal soldier just like what you had been trained for. You had participated in some war and gained a great experience from it which gives an impression to Jay. One day during the bloody time, Jay was in bad shape while fighting with the other captain, he couldn't move because of his wounds as a result he was on the ground right now, moving his body by using his hands. You too were in critical shape, or maybe even worse than him, blood stained all over your body, every corner however for the love of country, and to protect the captain, you're risking your life by shielding him with your body at the very last moment when the opponent drawing a sword toward Jay. A sword cut through your rib, blood dripping, but that didn't stop you, with a dagger in your hand, pressed through against your enemy too. In return them and you, fall to the ground, lifelessly. Jay's eyes wide open, speechless reaction can't even explain well before taking your body, holding you close to him. A captain never cries, but he might break this rule. He brawled his eyes out, and didn't give a fuck about his surrounding.

"Please stay with me, M/N!! you can't die you can't do that, it's my order!!" He shouted, couldn't accept what he'd witnessed rn. "I-- *coughing* have completed my mission -- my lord! My mission is to protect you at all costs, for now since you're okay I think I can close my eyes peacefully ever after... Thanks for everything Captain - Jay" "System: Mission completed!"

Jake: A cowboy from an unknown village, he's quite a popular guy in the town because of his handsome face. Every girl wanted him so badly that even their body, they can give it to Jake without hesitation. However all their doing is no effort to him, he's recently development his sexuality, and he has only a spot for men. Meanwhile, you are an odd boy, who has white hair with blue eyes in the village, which gives a reason for the people to hate on you because, at that time, something odd is what a demon does. On one fine day, while people are bullying you, throwing kinds of stuff at you, Jake suddenly appear and protects you from all those bad things before saying something to them, and they're gone in an instant. He asks if you're ok, you just reply with a dry response since you don't trust people for now. He Pause for a moment to appreciate your beauty while you reply to him, then snap out after you ask him again. He rubs his nape, asking you if you want to be his friend so he can protect you, you decide to give in and accept his request because he's the only one who cares about you. Day by day passed, he taught you about people's daily life, what should they do, what should they eat, blah blah as well as took you to a different place, the sea, the mountains, a place where you never wanted to visit before. In the end, you fail to keep your feelings and make a decision to confess your feelings to him. Under the starry night, watching the shooting star, both of you sitting beside each other, admiring the night galaxy, he doesn't say anything back once you tell him how you feel toward him. Before letting out a relieved sigh, speak.

"I've been waiting for that line for how long, I like you at the very first sight but I choose to make you confess to me first darling~" "mission: ___✓___"

Sunghoon: You and him are childhood friends, but you don't remember anything since you're just reincarnated into this boy's body which you assume, is a prince. Sunghoon is also a prince so it makes sense that both kingdoms are in a good relationship together. Soon enough, Sunghoon's kingdom is throwing a ball party, his father already has a plan, to find a suitable princess for him by doing this. Sunghoon didn't like it, to say that he freaking hate it, he don't want nobody, he don't need a wife, he don't want to start a family, he want to be free and not follow the king's path, he don't want to be a king. The queen tries to convince him, but nothing will do, he's a man of his word, whatever he spitted he'd never swallow it back. You arrived at the ball, in your nice-looking royal designer suit. You look around trying to find your childhood friend, and then suddenly someone pulls your hand before taking you away to a quiet place. You try to release yourself from this person's grip but fail eventually because of how strong he is, even his face you can't see it. When both of you reached the private place, he immediately stopped, and released your hand before turning around, revealing his face, Park Sunghoon! You question him why did he this before he kneeled and cried, at your knee. You began to panic and asked him why. Why? "Your Highness, you can't do this please stand up, if people see you like this, they might assume things!!" You speak, with your shaking voice, the feeling of scared washing all over your body. "M/n...*sobbing* my father and mother want me to get married, I... I don't wanna do this anymore, I wanted to be free, please tell me m/n what should I do!?" He continues to tear apart, you've never seen him in such a state before. "Your Highness, we can settle this in the Palace, we can't talk about something like this here!" You respond, however, it's didn't work."I don't want anyone but you, I want only you m/n! I know it's crazy to love someone who's the same sex as you but I can't help it... And please d-don't leave me ×2 you are the only one I needed the most" the last sentence when he said that, draws attention to you, making you wonder why in the world he said that. "Pardon your highness I don't understand what you're trying to say... I'm not going anywhere! I'm here" You become all sweaty, there's no way he knows who you are.

"I discovered your diary m/n I know everything, even if your mission had been completed some time ago, just please promise me you won't go anywhere, I LOVE you!"

Sunoo: Sunshine Boy would be the innocent, gorgeous, pretty face, and the son of a rich family in the town. He likes flowers, perfume, accessories, and many nice things that scream pretty! But besides his innocent looking and behavior, he had two faces, where the other one is purely evil, and got in his way, making him pissed off, in the next day there'll be a funeral in the town. However despite this personality, he does it for good, he only bullies those bad, pervert guys who take advantage of the girls. When you were doing your quest during the day, walking through the market in full black, his eyes landed on you, while he was doing his business. He thought you were one of those guys, so he began to follow you until both of you, reached the dark alley. You notice someone is following you, so you quickly hide yourself in the shadows. While he was looking for you, you suddenly appeared behind him and asked in a creepy tone why is he here. But the man was too starlet to the point he almost peed himself, so you took off your hood and revealed your face, which calmed him a little bit because of your kind-looking face or maybe not. He and you exchange information together and soon enough he realizes what you're doing, is the same as him so he wants to team up with you to take out the bad guys in the town for humanity together. You didn't deny it since it's a part of your mission too. A mission together with him every night is like a new experience with you, you get to know a lot of things in this world, how the system works and many more that have shocked you. Later on, one day after putting the bad guys in the cage, at midnight with him, both of you sitting on the clock tower, you know how huge it is. Eating your dinner while he steals a glance at you, makes you wonder after all the work with him, as a duo did he feel the same feeling you just discovered? Probably not, you thought this world was so close-minded about having a relationship with the same sex so you decided to not let any word out of your mouth even though you wanted to. Little did you know, he also felt the same way, he also found out he was drawn toward you, the word I like you is not enough to explain his love for you, he likes you... A little bit much. "M/n? Can I ask you something? Don't be mad at me ok? I'm being honest" he said, looking at the moon, that shining bright. You nod, waiting for his response. "It's crazy we've done this together many times and I feel like this part of me still wants you to be here, working with me for all the innocent live here but I think it's got a bit worse than I thought, I don't think you as a partner, I think you are more than a partner to me, more than a friend, and I'm sorry to feel this way, it's ok if you don't feel the same way, I just feel a pressure in my chest if I don't let it out-" he pauses before continuing.

"I like you m/n even though we just met a few months ago, i like you so much that I dream about it, i like you-" You couldn't bear all his heart confession and didn't want to keep him, thinking you didn't feel the same, you cupping his face before slamming your lip against his, his eyes wide open like he was just seen a ghost, then he realized what you mean before returning your kiss, smiling during the kiss. Maybe this mission isn't bad after all.

Jungwon: A young farmer boy who likes taking care of his animals and farm. He is a normal civilian just like everybody, people love him because of how adorable he looks, especially his charm, and dimples. When he discovered you lying down lifelessly on the street while he coming back home, he immediately picked you up, carried you to his house and took care of your injury. You were thankful that there are some kind people here, in this world you're assigned into You thought you would die on that street, freezing to death already but guess fate won't let you die this easy. At the time of his taking care of your sickness, he gave all his might to treat you until you recovered. Again after you have recovered, you thank him for being there for you when you were at your lowest point, and will do anything to pay back for his kindness. He smiled softly at your statement but he said it's fine, he doesn't need anything back, and he likes to see people happy. Once you hear that You just want to give him everything in the world for him, everything he wishes for, however at the moment you don't have anything with you, only yourself with his clothes on that he gives you. You have no better idea, but a hug for him is the least you can do right? You figured it out and decided to give him a tight hug, giving him all the warmth and kindness back to him. His gaze grew soft before resting his chin on your head, giving you the hug you wanted. You keep on giving him your squeezing hug until a system box pops in front of your eyes.

"Secret mission completed: you just made someone fall in love with you!"

Ni-ki: In the third POV, he would be a young pirate, despite his young age, he has been traveling across the sea for his entire life now, so his experience on the water is unstoppable and god-like. He had destroyed hundreds of hundred boats in the past few years, for now, he's the captain of his ship, a fear pirate whom everyone's Afraid of. He doesn't know what's the word rest or sleep since he always pulling all-nighters almost every single day, a part of him said he can't blink or else. In the course of fishing, his worker spotted you lying on an empty log, floating around the ocean, Ni-ki might be a heartless and cruel person but he was once in your shoes, and he didn't want to repeat it just like his ugly past, so he take you in on his ship. Later than for the last few months, you choose to work for him to survive and it's also your mission to do this too, and you didn't know for how long. It's a bit strange that your system didn't show or give information to you, therefore you don't give much care about it, it's better to be alive than die on this wide ocean. While you're staying on this ship, you like to write everything down in your diary book, even your past life and your mission here in this world you are in. One time you were drunk after drinking all the wine, and accidentally burst into the pirate's room because of your vision. You plop down on his bed, as you thought it was your bed, Ni-ki just sitting at his workplace, legs crossing, watching you intensely Before hearing your mumble words about your life and your mission. The next day, while you were moping the floor, he unexpectedly revealed himself behind you, an evil smirk growing on his face he liked teasing you. When you notice his presence, you lower your head as a sign of respect before greeting him a good morning.

"It's a beautiful morning isn't it m/n? Haa... I wish you could stay longer here with me" he spoke, trying to sound oblivious. "my lord, what do you mean by that?" You nervously respond while holding on to the mopping broom tightly. "Don't act dumb kitty, I have gone through all your dairy book, and your make-no-sense words last night when you were drunk, now that I got all the missing pieces, I finally get it, don't worry m/n! Once you step your foot here, you can't leave this ship until the day we grow old together, and Don't even think about leaving, if you don't want me to do something on you~ my sweetheart!"

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ this is the hardest work I've done, and also I can't promise I will update tomorrow.

🗣️ CRD to all the owners of dividers.

[slvthrs]

hii! i have a request for a vinnie blurb: vaping during sex? like maybe reader takes a hit and shot guns it on vinnie’s mouth, or them having a nic buzz during sex?

yes cause im vapin rn n i want vinnie to fuck me like a slut rn

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

It goes straight to your head.

The nicotine buzz is your favorite part, feeling all lightheaded and dizzy and feel like your bodies floating, it's so much fun for you, your boyfriend knows it too.

He's been vaping for longer so the nicotine buzz doesn't hit him as much as it used to but him watching you get that buzz as your brain gets all fuzzy is more than enough for him, you become so squirmy and horny and he loves the way you discreetly try to find reasons to touch him.

Today is no different, he has you straddling his lap whilst the two of you are passing his strawberry flavored vape between you guys, his hands resting on your upper thighs letting you do all the hard work of pressing the vape to his mouth.

But you get an idea, something you saw on tiktok earlier that day; shotgunning. You take a large hit of the vape and tilt Vinnie's head back and before he can question you, your blowing the smoke into his mouth and exhaling the excess, you see his eyes widen- the nicotine isn't getting him buzzed, you are.

And it takes mere seconds before he has his hands shoved up your skirt making his clothed dick grind all over your pretty cunt.

You whine and pull on Vinnie's clothes but he doesn't stop, instead he tells you to, "Keep going," urging you continue shotgunning the nicotine to him.

The next time you do it you inhale the smoke and blow into his mouth but instead you lean in for a kiss trapping the smoke between the two of you and you only pull away when Vinnie jerks his hips up causing you to moan into his mouth.

"Fuck baby, you drive me insane," He tells you shoving your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side so he can dip his fingers into your folds.

His hands drag in and out of you and an excruciatingly slow speed, you watch as he stares at your bare pussy intently whilst using his thumb to circle you clit causing you to writhe and squirm under him whilst his eyebrows knit if focus.

He kisses you again, this time with so much more passion, his spare hand lazily rests at your hips.

He loves the way you taste, the strawberry mixing with the nicotine all in his girls mouth drives him wild.

"Jesus your always so easy with me huh? My sweet, sweet girl."

His words cause you to whine, the combination of the pleasure with the nicotine buzz drives you insane,

"Vinnnn, look at mee" You draw out

His eyes meet yours and you take another hit of the vape and blow them into his mouth and he shuts his eyes and tips his head back for a moment before continuing what he was doing.

"Makin' me feel so so good babe" You praise him knowing how your words are going straight to his dick

"Shit doll you rile me up so much"

His hands finally start to pick up the pace and with the flick of his wrists your coming undone above him.

"Baby that felt so so good," You pant above him

"I know princess, I know" He smiles, hands pulling your panties back up and smoothing out your skirt whilst your head hides in the crook of your neck.

You start kissing up his neck whilst pawing at his shirt again,

You whisper right into his ear barely audible, "I think I needa return the favor pretty boy,"

Quickly placing a chaste kiss to his neck whilst dropping to your knees.

[erxxi3]

Can you do Leon comforting Reader bcs of a Bad haicut? (Sry english isnt my first language, and my Hair looks so shit rn its making me cry)

uhmm… Yes I will because I feel so fucking bad for you and I hope you recover from your shitty haircut? 💋💋

This fic is really short, but I tried to do you some justice and leon fixes up your hair for you <3

I finished this so fic fast like holy shit-

This day was absolutely horrible.

The hairstylist fucked your hair up and your forced to go home to your boyfriend looking like shit without a way to fix it, but surely it isn’t that bad right?

I mean…it really was BAD. everybody stared at you and laughed and whispered and pointed, some people even started to pity you. The worst part about this whole mess is the fact you didn't know why they were doing that in the first place.

It just wasn't normal for them to be so mean towards you. You knew how to handle people being mean to you but this was something else entirely. You weren't used to these types of things.

You walked down the streets with your head down staring at your feet, trying to hide from everybody's eyes. You tried hard not to let their stares bother you too much, because they weren't your fault. You could do nothing wrong. You'd been here before so many times, after all, it probably wasn't as bad now that you thought back on it. Right?

But, oh god, did it suck. Every time someone looked at you they laughed and snickered. And, oh god…when you thought this could get worse you run into your boyfriend on the way back down the street to your house as he is getting the mail. He doesn't see you and doesn't notice you.

Your eyes go wide as you try to get away from him without drawing attention to yourself but unfortunately, you're walking too fast and he catches up with you quickly.

His arms are crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable as usual. You look at him nervously for a second before you can feel a hand land on your arm. "Y/N," Leon says softly. You wince internally.

"We need to talk." That's when he notices your hair. "What happened to your hair?" His voice sounds kind of angry and hurt.

Oh my God…he's going to hate me or dislike it right?.

He always does. You swallow thickly as you glance to the side nervously. "Did your hairdresser do that?" He asks, sounding annoyed. You nod slowly.

He looks surprised for a moment, maybe even a little hurt. “Lets get you home, I had a feeling that something has been making me feel uneasy today.” You don’t say anything, you don’t want to argue. He pulls you along behind him, his long black coat swishing against the cement as he walks.

As you both walk inside he guides you to take a seat and he tries his beat to comfort you. “Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you?” He asks quietly. You shrug in response, still staring at your hands folded in your lap.

He sighs heavily. “Okay. If you want to keep quiet then we will.” That makes you look up and stare at him in surprise.

“Just let me make you atleast feel better than before.” Leon takes some scissors and a brush and touched your hair up with gentle motions. He hummed in approval when he finally finished and went to grab some paper and a pencil from the kitchen. “I have no idea why you haven’t had an idea to ask me to cut your hair before, it might help make you feel more comfortable rather than letting some hairstylist make it shitty.”

He pauses for a second before starting to gaze into your eyes through the mirror, which made you feel as if he was eye fucking you. Your cheeks flushed pink. “It looks fine. Better than fine even. Just keep it that way. You’re beautiful.” Your heart jumped at how sweet he said those words.

His fingers brushed across your cheek gently before returning to cutting your bangs into a short style. You closed your eyes as he gently pulled you in for a small kiss, then a few minutes later he was done fixing your hair. “Thank you,” you mumbled as he set the scissors and the paper aside.

“You’re welcome. I hope that helped a bit,” Leon replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled softly.

Your boyfriend always managed to make your mood improve somehow even if it wasn’t necessarily intentional. He gave off an aura that seemed to make everything okay again, even the most difficult days. Even just talking about you made him happier than anything and he was very good at that sort of thing.

You couldn’t believe you found such amazing boyfriend.

[the-whumpening]

The Pet Tiger, #5 [nsfwhump AU]

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CW: Dehumanization, treated as a pet, threats of/references to violence and/or noncon, forced nudity, humiliation, pet whump, pet training, food restriction, caged, isolation, emotional abuse, absolute nonsense from Ozmund like holy shit dude, he’s way past gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss rn

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5: Begging

Ash’s nose wakes first, aroused by the alluring scent of food. His body follows soon after, his muscles aching in protest at their cramped positions. The last, as usual, is his mind. Dreams hadn’t come easily to him the night before—mostly fitful flashes, abstract and vague—and he hardly feels rested. But the smell, at once sweet and savory and spiced, prods him to consciousness.

He cracks his eyes open, only enough to sweep the room for danger. Right, his crumpled spine recalls. The cage. As long as he stays in the cage, he would be safe—that’s the promise Ozmund had made. Even so, Ash makes himself as still as possible; if Ozmund thinks he’s asleep, then maybe—

“I know you’re awake, pet,” Ozmund says, shattering Ash’s hope for a few more minutes of peace. How did he know? “You’ll have to pretend better than that, silly thing. But go on; relax for a bit longer. Once I’ve finished my breakfast, we've got work to do.”

The shudders that had been kept at bay all night return to Ash’s limbs. He wobbles onto his hands and knees, turning and twisting to find a comfortable way to sit—perhaps he’s just too large for this tiny cage. From his vantage point so low to the ground, he can’t see Ozmund or the source of the tantalizing smell. His view is blocked by heavy, ornate furniture and the partially-covered frame of his cage. Without his vision, he can only rely on his hearing and smell to keep track of his captor.

Before long, the sharp taps of Ozmund’s shoes draw nearer. Ash had begun to suspect it would happen soon, as the delicious aromas gradually faded along with the clinking of silverware. Even so, he finds himself pressing against the wall of his cage; if only he could be smaller, if only he could disappear, if only—

The padlock drops into Ozmund’s hand, and the door falls open.

“Come,” Ozmund orders, his voice still calm and casual. As if he’s not ordering another man to kneel at his feet. As if he expects Ash to be at his beck and call. As if he knows Ash will comply.

Fuck that, and fuck him.

“No.” Ash isn’t sure where this surge of bravery came from—or how long it will last.

Ozmund tilts his head. “No?” His rage isn’t exploding yet, but Ash can feel the tension in the air. Even so, he stands his ground.

“No,” he growls, low in his throat. “You can’t do this to me, Ozmund. I’m not your pet—I’m not . . .” He steels his resolve; can he even believe it himself? “I’m not an animal.”

Still, Ozmund’s expression is serene, unbothered. He crouches down to the ground, meeting Ash’s eyeline and smiling placidly. Panic bubbles in Ash’s chest—this is a bad idea. Just behave; maybe it won’t be so bad, he argues with himself. No, I can’t. I have to fight. I have to, I have to, I have to—

Ozmund reaches a hand through the bars of the cage, stroking Ash’s hair as if he’s a frightened animal. Ash’s throat tightens, and words tumble out with false confidence. “Y-you can’t hurt me in here; you said so yourself. I’m not—I’m not scared of you!”

“You’re right, darling,” Ozmund coolly replies, his hand gentle on Ash’s sweaty face. “No one will hurt you in there, least of all me. I won’t force you out, either.”

Ozmund withdraws his hand, instead closing the door and replacing the padlock.

“You’ll stay here, safe in your little cage,” he purrs, “until you beg and plead to be let out.”

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Ash isn’t sure how much time has passed while he’s been locked in the too-small cage. His stomach aches with hunger; he can’t remember how long it’s been since he last ate. It’s been so long since his body has known hunger like this—not since his mother died, before Kane came into his life. In those days, his belly was rarely full. He was still so small, so weak, and not clever enough to outsmart his prey.

Thinking about Kane is too hard; he can’t let his mind wander there for long. But, stuck in his own rash decision, he has little else to do but think. No one has let him out to relieve himself, or to eat, or to stretch his cramping muscles—the few servants who have floated in and out of the room have ignored both his presence and his pleas for help. But that’s what I wanted, right? he chastises himself. To be left alone and stay in the “safe” cage . . .

Ozmund hasn’t returned, either. Ash had figured he would want to come back at some point—to mock him, or threaten him, or offer him a chance to beg for forgiveness—but so far, that hasn’t happened. He hasn’t even come back to sleep in his own bed. Ash wonders if that means it hasn’t truly been very long; surely Ozmund wouldn’t change his routine, go out of his way, just to subject Ash to more isolation.

But as the hours drag on, he becomes more and more convinced of his fate. The servants have come and gone multiple times—multiple days, maybe? He’s lost feeling in his limbs, aside from the occasional jab of pain or uncontrollable tremor. Even his vision seems to fade at the edges, pulling him again and again into unsatisfying sleep until he can barely keep his eyes open at all. How long can a human last without water? More appropriately, how long can a half-beast like him last? Would Ozmund leave him here to die of thirst?

As Ash drifts in and out of consciousness, limply clinging to life, the sharp taps of Ozmund’s polished shoes finally return. They echo almost too loudly in Ash’s ears, his senses frayed from so long without stimulation.

The lock and door fall open once more.

“Hello there, pet,” Ozmund gently whispers. Ash’s eyelids flutter, but stubbornly refuse to fully open.

“Oz . . . mun . . .” Ash mumbles, bleary and weak. He can’t even summon the will to be afraid. As before, Ozmund reaches in to place a hand on Ash’s cheek. Ash leans into the touch, the warmth—I can hate myself later, he offers the raging disgust in his chest. It feels . . . nice.

“Master,” Ozmund softly corrects as he thumbs over Ash’s cracked lips. “Are you ready to come out now, darling? Ready to obey?”

I don’t care. I have to live. Just say it.

“Yes . . . m-master.” With nothing in his stomach, Ash can’t even summon the bile those words elicit; his gut just twists painfully instead. At the same time, Ozmund smiles brightly and caresses his face.

“That’s a good boy. Come, now. Let’s clean you up.” Ozmund tugs Ash’s half-limp body out onto the floor, resting Ash’s head in his lap. He dabs Ash’s face with a damp cloth; spores of bright green magic travel down Ash’s body, cleaning the filth he had accumulated while locked in the cage. Ash tries to hold onto consciousness, despite the painful haze in his brain.

“See, darling: this is why you can’t make your own choices,” Ozmund continues. “A silly, stupid thing like you? You’ve just left yourself in your own mess for nearly a week, without a scrap of food or a drop of water. Now that you’re mine, I have to make these choices for you. It’s a hefty responsibility, pet—to train you, to ensure your health, to keep you safe. Even from yourself.”

“Please . . .” Ash croaks in a broken whisper. “Water.”

Ozmund’s gentle fingers on his face turn hard, his nails dragging down Ash’s jaw. “Your begging needs refinement, pet. You will receive water when I give it to you. You will receive food when it suits me. All your needs, all your desires—they come through me.” Despite the calm and even tone in his voice, Ash can feel the malice beneath it all. He shivers pitifully. “But if you’re truly so desperate, I’ll help you. Open.”

Ash allows his jaw to fall open, though every cell in his exhausted brain is screaming not to. It has to be a trick—it just has to.

With a breathy chuckle, Ozmund tenderly lifts Ash’s head off his lap, supporting him like a newborn as he bends to meet Ash’s face. He forces a wet, invasive kiss on Ash’s mouth, using his thumb to hold Ash’s chin in place as they break apart. Ash’s eyes burn; he’s too dehydrated to cry.

Ozmund spits into his still-open mouth.

“There. That’s better, isn’t it?”

[euphoric-daylight]

― Little Pest-!

[ For the people that are waiting for the drawings or memes, plz wait a bit more, My phone is too fucked up rn ]

Tintin and GN!Reader taking care of a Child

It all starts with a quiet day in Brussels, exactly on October 3 on a cold but calm morning, enough for the two to go together to have a coffee at that time

— I think I should visit my aunt, she has only just arrived in Brussels but she has been busy working

You speak with a soft and calm tone while drinking coffee to keep yourself active, Tin shows curiosity when hearing about your family, he really hadn't heard you talk much about them so he thinks it's a good idea to go and meet your family.

— Sounds perfect, anyway Haddock said he would be with Calculus taking care of his new roses

Tin spoke in a kind way but he really seemed enthusiastic, he wanted to make a good impression with your family.

The two arrive at the door of the house after a while, you knock firmly on the door……

The door is opened by a child of just 10 years old, who showed a grimace of disgust when he saw Tin, obviously he recognized you instantly and let you in but after you passed he closed the door on Tin in the house.

(Insert the name of the little monkey, idk, i hate that child, so im gonna put C!__ when the child's name is necessary)

— C!___-! What are you doing? That is my boyfriend!

You quickly open the door showing Tin's face, somewhat surprised by the child's behavior but also somewhat irritated although he does not want to accept it, he quickly manages to calm down and be more friendly because obviously he does not want to be rude to the child.

The child seems upset that you let the carrot head into his house, acting angry and obviously expressing his displeasure

— Why did you have to choose this red head as your boyfriend? Obviously you gave him a little scolding for being so rude to your boyfriend, so you got a little closer to him and told him.

—You shouldn't treat people who come to visit like that, Tintin didn't do anything to you, we just came to say hello to my aunt.

The boy found this news even worse, so he tried to pretend like he didn't care in the slightest, but the minute you left Tin alone, the boy returned from his room.

— You look strange, why are you so ugly and baby-faced?

Tin is slightly stoic about the situation, trying to remain calm and collected.

— I don't have a baby face.

Tin tries to look for you to get the boy to stop bothering him and end his patience right now, the boy is obviously still making mocking faces behind him.

— That's right, look for your partner like the fearful person you are.

The boy told him in a mocking manner while he was bothering Tin, trying to climb into his arms.

Tin finally thought that the boy was going to stop bothering him but he was wrong, with the boy being in his arms…. He pulls Tin's hair, making Tin quickly grab the boy by the hand to stop him from doing that

— You should behave better with someone older than you.

Tin spoke irritably, slightly biting his tongue to calm himself down a bit and quickly taking the child out of his arms making the child cry.

You were in the kitchen trying to cook something to eat for everyone while they wait for your aunt, when you hear the crying you quickly see what is happening.

— What happened??

You speak in a somewhat upset manner when you see the child crying and Tin with a slightly upset face

Tin takes a breath to calm down while you try to calm the child but he wouldn't stop crying.

— He hasn't stopped bothering me since we arrived.

You look at the boy with an irritated face upon hearing that while the boy quickly walks away knowing that you obviously knew the truth.

— Don't worry, sweetie…. My aunt said she won't be long to get home

Slowly you approach him to hug him in a friendly way, you can feel how his body slightly stops being tense and he tries to be calm, accompanying you to the kitchen and helping you cook.

You can see the boy peeking his head out from the door frame, you really didn't pay much attention.

After a few moments, Tin's hand slowly slides from your shoulder to your hip, caressing that part lovingly and giving you kisses on the cheek until C!__ pours water on both of them with a squirt gun to make them dry. separate

— Okay, I've had enough.

Tin quickly approaches C!___, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as if he were a cat, sitting him in a baby chair and putting the belt on him so he doesn't get out.

— Stay here.

Tin speaks coldly and quickly returns to your side, the two of you hear the door of the house opening.

Finally your aunt had arrived and the child tried to victimize himself by crying, at first it helped but you quickly explained what happened

bt: The child got kicked out from his house (jk) Sorry for no posting anything in a month, i was on a trip with my parents to have a breath from the problems but now i feel worse im sorry if i don't know how to make Tintin be more canon

[jello-fello]

I know everyone gets zapped with a spontaneous Chronic Thing in their 20s but literally nothing could have prepared me for arthritis i genuinely feel blindsided Lmfaooo. The highlight of my month so far is discovering extra strength tiger balm

Anyways this means I. Have barely drawn in months. It hurts terribly to type and write and i do both 40 hrs a week.

I have been far more chronically OFFline in the last 1.5 years or so actually. I dropped off the map when i got this job lol thats so fucked

That being said, I currently firmly believe that if ever again itll be a Very long time before i consistently post content like i used to. Aside from physically being unable to move well most days and Also having carpel tunnel on top of it, i honestly just dont feel like doin it LMFAO. im being so real ive had little to no desire to do any of anything im known to do. Im working hard to find new hobbies or joys in old ones but by talos im being tested. Even if i have no desire Now to do these things, it still feels like ive been robbed of all the creative outlets i have, because one day i know i Will want to draw again. However as a direct result i am relearning to have hands off hobbies. Like just Watching things. I havent done this in so long lmfao it was just content all of the time this feels so Nice

Oh and quick note because idk if ive said anywhere but i currently have no plans of ever writing fanfiction again

So TLDR: a lot of shit has changed. A LOT for worse but theres still some good so im going to be grateful for whatever small victories i can get rn

If anyone has arthritis/joint pain hacks let me know I Need em. Mobility stretches and stuff too gimme all of that plz

Okay thats all hope everyones doing well im returning to making my dinner byeeeeee

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Not so wild Wednesday but I think about Sammy and super sweet after care or just after a rough day drawing you a bath and washing your hair. Then just helping you put your pajamas on and French braiding your hair for you ugh I need this soft Sammy in my life

I'm in such a fluffy mood rn actually so this is perfect.

I could see Sam taking after care very seriously, especially since he just had you tied up and edged you until he finally let you cum all while degrading you and calling you his, "personal fuck toy," Sam knows that you need to be loved on. It would break his heart if you ever thought even for a moment that he didn't love you, to let any of those words get to you outside of the scene.

The two of you lay in a heap, Sam is collapsed on top of your body, you can feel his cum dripping down your thighs as you catch your breath. Your eyes are tired and your arms are sore from being tied up above you. Sam kisses you sweetly on the cheek, "Y'did so good, baby." He says softly and lazily, you smile weakly at him. "Let me help you get untied." He whispers softly as he gets up, slowly and gently slipping out of you. You hiss at both the loss of him and overstimulation and a soreness that's already beginning to set in, a soreness you're more than used to with Sam, but you wouldn't want it any other way.

Sam's nimble fingers undo the binds around your wrists first, the material can scratch your skin after prolonged use like this and you're greeted with a familiar pinkish redness from where it held you. Your arms feel so incredibly heavy as you let them fall beside you, groaning as your muscles seem to sigh with relief. "Oh sweet girl, I bet you're gonna be sore in the morning." "I'm already feeling it in my shoulders." You gripe as you close your eyes while Sam undoes the spreader bar at your ankles, this luckily doesn't hurt much after. Sam gives you a soft empathetic look as he kisses up you calves, your thighs, hips and stomach, through the valley of your breasts and finally to your lips. He's always so gentle with you after you two have sex, it's such a perfectly endearing thing, you can't help but feel your heart do a flip as you smile fondly when he brings your wrists to his lips.

"Why don't I go ahead and run you a bath, hm?" He asks sweetly before giving you a kiss on your forehead. You sigh, "Sammy baby, I just wanna go to sleep." You whine, rolling on your side, looking for the comfort of unconsciousness. "It won't take long, besides, you'll regret it in the morning when you wake up stiff and aching." He's right and it's so annoying. "I know." You say in a cranky tone that makes Sam smile. "I'll be right back." He says softly, moving the hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You smile at him, "Thank you." You whisper sleepily. "No need to thank me, angel. I gotta take care of my best girl." He smiles with a wink that makes the butterflies in your stomach swarm.

He pads down to your shared bathroom, turning on the water for your warm bath. Sam makes sure not to take too long, lest you fall asleep. He returns to your side and hands you the glass of water from your bedside table and two ibuprofens, "Drink up, sweet girl." He prods gently, you sit up with a gasp at the soreness you feel, being stuck in one position for almost an hour is torture on your body, but heaven to you. You take your medicine and proudly finish the rest of the glass. Sam grins taking the empty glass from you, he becons you to come closer to the edge of the bed. You obey and he swiftly picks you up bridal style, allowing you to relax against his bare chest as he carries you to your awaiting bath.

He places you gently down into the warm water before he joins you in the large tub, sitting behind you between his long legs, he brings an arm around your front and pulls you to rest against his chest. He unscrews the lid of a jar that sits on the edge of the tub, "Lavender bath salts for my baby's sore muscles." He explains kindly, pouring the sweet smelling salts into the bathwater. You let your hand run through the water, soaking in the scent, letting it relax you.

Large hands come to your shoulders and massage gently into your muscles, helping unwind the tension stored inside. "You're so beautiful, baby." Sam whispers in your ear before kissing your neck. "You're my everything." He rasps as his hands fall down your shoulders to your waist and holding you tightly in an embrace that makes the whole world feel so quiet. Like you two are the only people in the entire world. "You're my everything, Sammy." You whisper back, you turn your face to see his, eyes full of adoration as he takes in your features. You lean in and kiss his soft lips, slow and sweet.

Sam pulls away, giving you one last peck on your lips. "Turn around, let me do your hair." He requests, you do so and relax as his fingers gently weave through your hair, pulling locks of your hair into a French braid. After a little more time spent in the tub, soaking in the soft caressing touches of Sam's finger tips, the water runs cold and you both make your way out and off to bed. Sam grabs your pajamas and new and comfortable underwear for you as you sit, bundled on your bed in your soft towel.

The marks on your wrists have all but completely gone away, save for a light pink band on each wrist, it'll be gone soon enough. Sam pulls on his own pajamas, well, just a pair of fresh underwear, and pulls back the covers for you both. You climb in next to Sam, cuddling up to your boyfriend, his arms wrapping protectively around your middle and pulling you to him. You take in a deep breath and exhale as you get comfortable, taking in the familiar scent of Sam. "Feeling better, angel?" Sam asks you in that low tired voice that makes you swoon. "Much better." You whisper, eyes shut in the darkness of your bedroom. "Good." He rasps. His thumb runs absent-mindedly over your arm as you two cozy up together, slowly drifting to sleep. Sam holds you tight and thinks back on tonight, holding you like this, knowing that no matter how late, no matter how tired he is, he will always give you the after care you deserve, because the look of you laying in bed with him after he's taken care of you makes it all worth it.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i read this bitch: rules for vanishing from page 68

wish i would’ve started this earlier but whatever, i’m doing it now! so far i’m really into this whole concept.

“he looks like he is ready to turn, to head back to the street and the cars they arrived in, to decide that this is a dream or a mistake and return to a life where things make sense and roads don’t stitch themselves together out of moonlight. i wish more than anything that he had.” well based on that i’m gonna say he either dies or disappears later on in the book considering the earlier 9-1-1 call.

“whose hand am i holding?” what the FUCK

sara: we broke a rule, but we escaped the consequences. it’s fine.

narrator: it was not, in fact, fine.

“behind them, farther down the road, someone screams” alright.

SHE DOESN’T REMEMBER NICK???

why are they telling us they found becca so early on…

aaaand i’m guessing this guy they just came across is the villain

that dude is creepy

whta if miranda’s the villain…she seems to know how that place works a little too well and mel just met her

yeah i don’t trust miranda at all, she’s being really dodgy. i bet she’s the wicked amongst them.

just remembered that trina knows something the rest of us don’t

SHE KILLED HER STEPFATHER?!

WHAT THE FUCK

wait wait wait so was vanessa a clone?? like how anthony was when sara let go? and does that mean nick is out there lost?

damn all these people do is make mistakes

OMG???

can’t believe i saw how different vanessa was and still didn’t realize something was off

not miranda knew the whole time omg?

jeremy’s so damn stupid

okay but i wonder if it’s jeremy or an imposter

wtf why is sara lying about what happened to miranda??

MIRANDA DIED WHEN?!

she had her notebook. because of course.

so the words on sara’s arm must be the same ones on becca’s

not too trusting of grace rn and i don’t like that description of trina either.

oh grace is DEFINITELY an echo or at the very least, evil.

though becca didn’t say a name so for all i know she could be talking about miranda

i’m guessing we’re getting closer to sara realizing how much of a mistake it was to let trina keep that book

well. becca warned them.

“when ashford enters several minutes later, she appears perfectly calm” this bitch is crazy

oh my God, jeremy!!

“i tried not to write the words. i’m sorry” bitch??

my God.

i desperately wanna know about miranda

? she just. wrote down what happened to her so why doesn’t she remember?

WOAH THAT’S HARSH

something’s definitely going on with sara cause she would never say that

DID BECCA JUST CHOOSE A DUDE OVER HER SISTER?!

“it’s half past dawn, becca. she was in bed” EXCUSE ME?!

is sara an unreliable narrator even more than she previously was? is the sara we’ve been getting the story from even real or is she an echo?

“the rules are the rules” she says as if they haven’t been breaking them since the start

would be funny if lucy’s an echo or like the big bad and she’s been drawing becca and sara there to possess them or something

wait. we still don’t know who they called 9-1-1 for in the beginning

LUCY IS EVIL

“one of them is lying”

MIRANDA LEFT THE NOTEBOOK NOT BECCA

wow. i did not think the pattern would come to miranda.

not them all meeting up that night in the woods being sara’s plan omg??

“we’ve got plenty of life ahead of us” oh that’s so sad

WHAT

not this book making me cry

THAT PLOT TWIST??????

[sk3tch404]

I gotchu fam, us Ren'py users must stick together after all, even when our code doesn't wanna cooperate with us and throw the computer equivalent of a temper tantrum, just because we forgot a line break or a : 😔✊

As for the aforementioned OC, uhhhh

https://imgur.com/a/6Fz9hff

Full credits to my friend for the drawing, cause she's also the co-creator of our boy 🙏

Infodumping time: he's basically part of a whole batch of animal hybrid OCs for a hypothetical game and yk what I'm just gonna copy paste a discord essay I wrote about him on "why he can't be a yandere in my eyes" <- literally what I wrote last year

Mosquitö

Haha, look at this lil chuunibyou motherfucker, also has a case of weak twink syndrome who doesn't and refuses to work out, he claims that gaining muscles would make him look less like an evil seductive vampire, but everyone knows that it's actually because the dude can't even lift the lightest of weights at the gym and was too embarrassed to return to the gym for a second time because of said incident. Would also be too intimidated by you after your first encounter because he genuinely just doesn't rlly talk to anyone for more than 30secs, and that's with the old ladies in his neighbourhood if anything he just gets excited that ur not put off by his behaviour and already treasures the fact that u still put up with him and don't just straight up leave after the first encounter like most other ppl he's met.

I think my friend also has a doc w his general character info but I don't have it at hand rn so 🤷‍♀️

Hope ya enjoy!

-Ren'py anon

Oh

my

god

HE"S HOT?!?!?!?!?

tbh I was expecting a hacker nonny situation.

YOUR FRIEND IS SO TALENTED

FUCK HE"S SUCH A VAMPIRE ANIME BOY I LOVE IT

IDC IF HE"S A MOSQUITO HYBRID HE CAN SUCK MY BLOOD ANY DAY AND THROW ME AWAY

I love this little character summary! It's way different than from the whole, 'hot 18th century vampire that looks down on mortals'. He actually has issues and has a effective comedic effect on him.

And it's kind of sweet that he only talks to the old ladies lol

He's so anxious that he's even scared of talking to the elderly people around :o that's so me

Wow both of our vampire OC's don't go to the gym 😍😍😍 I just blame my OC's muscle on vampire genetics, but yours is way more fun.

We can literally overpower him if we have some sort of constant past physical activity, so i guess that means he's more of a nice and docile yandere? Or maybe he has a short temper now that he's a itty bitty obsessed 😫

The OC's route I'm working on is kind of like yours! He's anxious, doesn't talk much unless player heavily starts the convo, and gets obsessed because player is one of the only people who was REALLY nice to him.

They should hang out tbh.

Yandere playdate!!! 🥺🥺🥺 Awww they're so quiet and akward... Oh wait. Oh shit they're conspiring together.

AW FUCK DON'T BUST OUT THE ROPE-

Please hand the character info over if you can! I would love to draw my OC and yours together sometime!