#my shit is so fucking tidy rn

[feline-evil]

The cycle of living in rented accommodation where every few months you have to go on a gale-style rampage to make sure nobody can tell anyone lives in your house so that a house inspection person can come take pictures of a pretty pristine clean place with not a speck of dust nor sign of life, lest they deem you unsuitable to have a roof over your heads for being unable to hoover weekly due to the muscles in your arm being in constant pain. Is so fun and i'm having a great time and i'm not mad at all at spending my saturday morning this way

SMILE

[victory-cookies]

love when I actually try to do things my parents want me to do but then get accused of not doing them bc someone else screwed up!

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: BIG SMUT - fingering, PinV, essentially just a chapter of p*rn

Chapter Word Count: 2997

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A/N: basically just a whole chapter of smut. Hope it doesn’t suck ass as it’s 2am an I’ve been trying to proof read for half an hour but fuck knows what I’ve just written. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 pt. 1

Chapter 8 pt. 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, sleep failing to whisk me away. I tossed and turned for several hours; kicking the covers off in frustration before pulling them up to my chin, then kicking them off again before pulling them back up - repeating this horrid cycle until two in the morning. Thoughts kept racing through my mind and I couldn’t get the image of Dean looking at me with those dark lustful eyes out of my head. The way he watched me move around Sam, witnessing how I caressed his younger brother and made him squirm where he sat. I could only dream of what was going through his mind in that moment - of what I hoped he was thinking. Heat prickled my skin and bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I remembered my daydream from earlier; Dean fucking me into his mattress as he held my hips and sought nothing but his own pleasure. A groan left my lips as I threw my covers off and sat up, rubbing my temples in a weak attempt to dismiss my attraction to the obnoxious man wreaking havoc in my mind. I placed my feet on the cold floor and stood up, deciding a glass of cold water was the best remedy for whatever it was that I was feeling. I rubbed my eyes as I padded towards my bedroom door, tugging on the old T-shirt that barely covered my behind. I grasped the handle and opened the door, jumping in surprise at the sight of Dean leaving his room. A startled noise left my lips as I placed a hand on my chest, not expecting to see him standing there.

“Shit, Dean, you scared the crap out of me.” In response Dean mumbled a half hearted apology, taking a step closer to me.

“What are you doing up? It’s late, you should be in bed.”

“What are you, my dad?” I scoffed, not sure how to feel about the reprimanding. He held his hands up in defence, only bowing his head slightly, not saying anything else. I sighed.

“I just can’t sleep; I’ve been tossing and turning for hours but no luck. I was just on my way to get a glass of water.”

“You didn’t think to put any more clothes on?” He asked, and it looked like he was trying desperately not to look me up and down as his eyes wouldn’t leave mine.

“I’m sorry - how many people do you run into at TWO AM? I wasn’t expecting company,” I tugged more on the bottom of my T-shirt, trying harder to cover up what little dignity I had left in front of Dean Winchester. All of a sudden we were stood in total silence, neither of us knowing what to say as we now avoided eye contact and I played with the hem on my shirt. We stayed like this for a few awkward moments before I opened my mouth to say something right as Dean decided to speak.

“I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n).”

My eyes snapped up to meet his, and there was an almost pained look about his face that was hard to place in the dim lighting. My mouth opened and closed a few times, not knowing what words to pick. Luckily for me, Dean kept talking.

“That shit you pulled earlier - the way you… danced… for Sam - made me genuinely jealous of my own brother. I mean come on, we’ve already done the deed, why didn’t you pick me?”

“Because how would you have known how good I was if you couldn’t see everything?”

He thought for a second before tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in agreement.

“You’ve got me there.”

“I know what I’m doing, Winchester.”

“You sure do sweetheart,” Dean stepped closer to me, closing the already short distance between us with those forest-green eyes not leaving mine. Our chests were almost touching as his gaze started flicking between my eyes and my lips. I watched as his own lips parted and he chewed on his bottom lip as if deep in thought, his eyes growing darker by the second. My heart started to race and the atmosphere turned thick. What was he thinking about? Why did he have to look at me the way he did - like he wanted to devour me - the intensity of his gaze increasing by the second and making me warm both inside and out. Not another thought ran through my mind when my back thumped against my bedroom door and Deans lips descended on my own - hot and hurried. His large arms circled my waist, rough palms caressing every inch of my back, waist and ass like he was searching for the best place to grip onto - to dig his fingers into my soft skin. I pulled on his hair, bringing his face and body closer to mine, wanting to feel every muscled inch of him press against me.

I released one hand from his hair and reached back, fumbling around the door looking for the handle, soon finding it and twisting. The door swung open and we stumbled in, too wrapped up in every fibre of each other to pay much attention to anything else. Dean kicked the door closed, reluctant to release me from his grasp and his lips still on mine as he hastily backed me towards my bed; my knees hitting the mattress and I tumbled down onto my back, pulling him with me. He gripped me with one strong arm and lifted me further up the bed so I was in a more comfortable position - my head now resting on the pillow and my hair fanning around me. His lips were so soft on mine, his stubble occasionally scratching my chin when his lips parted further and his tongue hesitantly skimmed mine. The action was slow, as if he was testing the waters. I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips at the feeling of him in my mouth and the sheer intimacy of the action, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and surrendering my mouth to him. I subconsciously pulled him closer, my knees parting without a second thought and his hips dipped down, allowing me to feel every well-sculpted muscle in his abdomen and thighs - including the hardness growing in those loose pyjama pants. The ever so familiar sensation of my own arousal began brewing like a storm; twisting in the pit of my stomach with excitement and anticipation. Electric jolts shot through me every time he pressed into my most sensitive area, making my legs twitch involuntarily as breathy gasps escaped me. His mouth quickly left mine and trailed down my throat before he sat up, pulling himself from my grasp. His evergreen eyes, black with desire that pierced into mine with white hot lust held my gaze, and I fought to stop my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the way he looked at me. Without missing a beat he pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, holding himself above me as I let myself admire him - trailing my gaze over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on his tattoo. I reached up and traced my fingers over it, feeling him shiver and groan at my gentle touch, his head dropping into the crook of my neck. With one hand he reached down, those rough fingers delicately slipping into my underwear and circling that sensitive button, making my legs twitch even more than before. He went around and around, tauntingly avoiding contact with it before a desperate whimper slipped from my lips. He smirked like the Devil himself before he finally indulged me, pressing his fingertips expertly to the tender mound, undoing me in a way that I’ve never been undone before. He leaned down as his ministrations continued, pressing soft kisses to my moaning lips. My head tilted back into my pillow as that recognisable feeling in the pit of my stomach began to twist tighter and tighter, my nails digging into Deans shoulders, leaving behind little crescent moon-shaped indents in his skin. My breathing increased and I was right on the edge of bliss when out of nowhere he stopped, the pleasure disappearing in an instant. However before I even had a chance to complain he’d slid two thick fingers inside me with ease, drawing a gasp from my chest. He pumped in and out a few times, teasingly pressing on the hidden cushion of over-sensitive flesh that was hidden deep inside, making me writhe underneath him. It wasn’t hidden to Dean though, no, he knew EXACTLY what he was looking for. Once again this pleasure was short lived as he pulled his fingers out, leaving me cold and empty on the inside. On the outside however I was red hot as I watched the older Winchester stick his fingers in his mouth, circling his tongue around them as he sucked my essence from his digits, not missing a single drop. My heart flipped when he spoke in a low, husky voice.

“Delicious - just like last time.”

Heat spread like wildfire over my cheeks as I blushed furiously, not knowing how to deal with the sexual expertise of this incredibly objectionable man. He placed his hands on my thighs, my knees almost gripping his hips in anticipation.

“Are you ready princess?” He asked, his voice smooth and frustratingly calm, except for his chest rising and falling rapidly with supposedly eager breaths.

“Yes- Dean please-”

In a single beat he pulled himself out of his pants and slid inside me with ease, stretching me as he made every inch disappear. My eyes rolled and my mouth was agape, a pornstar-grade moan unintentionally leaving my lips and making Dean quiver.

“Fuck- (Y/n) don’t squeeze me like that darlin or I won’t last long…” he breathed out, all calmness from his voice now gone.

“I-I’m not doing anything- I swear,” I almost squeak out as he lowers himself over me again, one hand dropping next to my head to support himself as the other gripped my thigh pulling it around him. It was his turn for his eyes to roll.

“Lord have mercy…” he muttered out under his breath, slowly moving his hips, thrusting in and out, in and out, over and over and over again. He was ever so gentle at first, but that soon changed when his own pleasure was there to be chased and gentle thrusting turned to mind-melting pounding. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his mouth occasionally pressing into the curve of my neck as my lips rested near his ear, my soft moans going straight to his brain. I started to feel sweat pepper his skin, his breathing heavy as his motions became even more rapid and uneven. He was right - he wouldn’t last long. I unwound my arms and placed my palms on his chest and pushed, taking him by surprise. He stopped his pounding and I could feel him flex inside me, bringing a gasp from my lips before I could get my words out. I refocused, his attention on me unwavering.

“Get on your back.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice as he flipped over with ease, pulling out of me for a second and taking my spot on the bed. I flung my leg over him and lowered myself down on him with zero hesitation, hating the cold feeling of emptiness. Deans hands worked on their own as they grabbed the soft flesh on my thighs, his fingers digging in as he groaned in pleasure. His head went back in the pillow, his eyes shut and jaw slack as I started to move, rocking back and forth, his hands softly guiding me. My fingers pushed into his chest as I steadied myself, and he seemed unphased by my weight in his state of ecstasy. I moaned, unable to stop myself from chasing my own pleasure as I looked down at him, loving that I was the one making him lose his mind in bliss. He opened his eyes, lids still hooded as he gazed up, watching me ride him like there was no tomorrow. For a moment his hands left my thighs, reaching up and tugging on the old T-shirt I was wearing.

“Take this shit off,” he growled, helping me discard the item. I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor with his garment, dishevelling my hair in the process.

“Better?” I asked, now completely bare to his burning gaze.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, hands sliding up my stomach to caress the underside of my breasts, sliding a thumb over the silky smooth skin as his palms rested on my ribs. I rocked against him harder, feeling my own wetness on my thighs and mixing with my sweat. In this position it was like his cock was in my throat - he felt so deep, so engulfed by me I felt I could never let him go. I’d never felt so full in my life, it was borderline uncomfortable but I couldn’t get enough - it was intoxicating. HE was intoxicating. The smell of leather and gunpowder on his skin, the taste of beer on his lips and the silky smooth scars that dotted his otherwise perfect body was a drug in itself. I don’t even know if I truly hated him. Especially when he was here giving me the best sex of my life. I’d fuck this mans brains out everyday if I could. If he’d let me.

It didn’t take long for my impending climax to appear on the horizon. It bubbled, almost boiling as I rocked harder, faster, more desperately than before, making the bed creak and the headboard knock against the wall. Deans grip on my ass was assisting my motions as I started to lose control over the sounds tumbling from my lips - the name.

Dean.

I could see the desperation seeping into him as his rhythm started faltering, throwing me off for a split second before we found unison again. My nails dug into his chest once more, Dean totally unphased and too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care. My own pleasure turned to Earth shattering ecstasy as the buildup dropped and the cord snapped - wave, after wave, after wave of euphoria crashed around me, making my eyes roll and toes curl; legs trembling either side of Dean as I moaned his name - temporarily forgetting all other words. Clenching around Dean, it sent shockwaves through him that brought him to his own release, his grip painful on my delicate skin as he came undone with my name on his lips. I instantly felt warmth seep down the inside of my thigh, and the thought of being completely filled to the brim by him made my heart flutter. Dean trembled beneath me, both of us slowing down as we came down from our synchronised highs. After a few quiet moments of nothing but heavy breathing, he was the first to speak up.

“Ahh fuck, (Y/n)…. What the fuck was that?” He ran a hand through his hair.

I tilted my head in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“THAT,” he said pausing to catch his breath, looking up at me with eyes as black as coal, “was one of the most intense moments of my life,” he propped himself up onto his elbows so we were now almost eye to eye. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“Damn right.”

We stared at each other, clarity returning through the sexual fog, and strangely, regret was nowhere to be found. Deans tongue darted out and wet his lips, and I gnawed on my bottom lip almost nervously. He was still here. Unmoving. Why didn’t he leave?

Why didn’t I WANT him to leave?

We sat in peaceful silence as I stayed on his lap, Dean making no effort to move even though he had started to soften inside me, letting the mess leak out and drip down my thighs and over his hips. I’d have to change the bedsheets before sleeping. Deans eyes were returning to their usual mossy green, his gaze gentle on my figure for the first time since we’d met.

“I should probably get off - let you get back to your room,” I said, my eyes not leaving his, my tone lacking.

“Yeah… I should really let you sleep…” Deans voice was the same as mine. We looked at each other for a few more minutes before we both leaned forwards, Deans fingers threading ever so gently through my hair and I placed my hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath my fingertips. His lips were as soft as silk as they pressed on mine - a great contrast to the bruising make out session earlier. He kissed me with a tenderness I didn’t know he could muster, and it made my heart flutter something crazy. His mouth moved on mine, as soft and warm as a summers breeze and I didn’t want it to end. Eventually he pulled away, a smile on his lips.

“Sweetheart you really need to sleep,” his voice held a kindness I’m sure wasn’t for me.

“I…umm…” I paused and looked away, fighting with myself about whether I should even say what’s in my mind. I decided to be bold, fighting the blush rising from deep within.

“Dean, I don’t want you to go…”

He stared at me, and for the first time ever a pink glow adorned his masculine features. He was still. Very still, and I was starting to scold myself for being weird and out of character. It didn’t take much longer for him to reply.

“Well let's get you cleaned up and head to my room - we can sort your sheets out in the morning.”

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[spideyriki]

pretty in glasses

pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: your pretty boyfriend wants to be praised. oh, and he wears glasses!

warnings: sub!sunghoon, heaaaaavy mommy kink, praise kink, mirror sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), hair pulling, nicknames (babyboy, sweetheart & etc.) + lmk if i missed anything

w. count: 2.3k+

a. note: my first fic! hope you guys like it and excuse me for any mistakes, im not confident in my writing so feedback is appreciated :D (im shitting myself nervous rn sorry)

sunghoon was usually a brat but these past few days, sunghoon has been unusually obedient. he did the chores, prepared you meals, tidied your bedroom and etc. you were appreciative of course but you didn't think too much into it. sunghoon, however had an ulterior motive.

"y/n, what did you think of the dinner today?"

"it was really delicious sunghoon, thank you"

"look! i cleaned our room, do you like it?"

"i love it, baby, thank you"

"is our kitchen tidy enough, y/n?"

"it's lovely, sweetheart. thank you for helping"

sunghoon was craving for praise from you. he was desperate for your gentle attention. being a brat, he didn't get it often (during the sex itself, after sex you always showered him in praise) but he loved it so much and he was determined to get it.

one night when you both had finished dinner, you were resting on your shared bed when sunghoon walked in and sat really close up next to you. you smiled to yourself at his affection and rested a hand on his thigh. sunghoon bit his lip at this and his cheeks dusted a light pink, your action sent blood running down straight to his waiting cock.

sunghoon waited and waited for you to do more but that was all you did. sunghoon was growing increasingly frustrated, a small barely audible whine escaped his mouth as he squirmed. you quirked a brow at this before finally setting down your phone and looking at him, "what's wrong, hoonie?"

he looked up at you. he was wearing his glasses and god was he gorgeous. his big brown eyes staring up at you with his black framed glasses adorning his face, feigning innocence. you wanted to ruin him.

his lips formed a pout, "m-mommy", sunghoon called out softly.

you hummed at him, your hand reached out and gently stroked his cheek.

sunghoon sat up on his knees on the bed while both his hands held yours that was once his thigh, "mommy, i have been a good boy today, right?"

oh? you gave sunghoon a beautiful smile before only nodding at him. now you knew what he wanted.

another whine left his pink lips at your silence before he inched closer to you, his warm skin pressed up against yours, "mommy, please."

"please what, sunghoon?"

his two hands fondled with yours slightly, his eyes casted downwards, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose slightly as he avoided your strong gaze. "please reward me, mommy".

your smile morphed into a smirk, your other hand reaching out to sunghoon's chin and making him look you in the eyes. god his eyes in those glasses were sinful.

"you want mommy to tell you how good you've been, hmm?", your unoccupied hand then swept back his soft hair.

sunghoon bit his lips gently before nodding. his hands that held yours shyly moved it downwards towards his crotch to feel his hardening bulge. all while sunghoon gave you the most innocent eyes through those god forsaken glasses.

your hand on his bulge moved in circular motions before you harshly gripped it. sunghoon releasing a small gasp at the movement.

"words, babyboy"

sunghoon mewled at your words, "p-please tell me i've been a good boy. please let me taste you mommy please. o-or please touch me and fuck me stupid. i wanna be mommy's good boy"

the innocent glint in his eyes behind those glasses all while he was on his knees, you didn't stand a chance.

you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward to sit in your lap, a small yelp escaping him when he lost his balance before quickly adjusting his position to sit comfortably.

one last look at your pretty boy in his glasses before you pulled sunghoon in for a deep kiss. the kiss wasn't rushed or urgent but it was messy. your warm tongue slipping into his mouth easily while your teeth clashed with eachother, your saliva mixing together as he kept up with your pace.

sunghoon's hands wondered down to your waist before reaching his hands into your shirt, his large hands massaging slightly before travelling up to your breast. his hands fondled with your boobs, squeezing them gently before his fingertips skillfully rolled your nipples. a satisfied hum left you at the feeling.

sunghoon pulled away from your lips, his lips now beautifully swollen from your abuse. he needed to suck your nipples. once again, his big brown eyes looked up at you while his hands held the hem of your shirt, waiting for approval. any other day, you would've asked him for words but the way he looked so fucking adorable today made him hard to refuse so you gave him a nod. the way he gave you a bright smile made your heart swell up fondly.

in an instant, your shirt was discarded on the floor and sunghoon had your nipple between his plump lips while his hands pawwed at the other. the way sunghoon moaned happily was as if he was the one receiving pleasure. your hands gently ran through his hair. a wave of arousal washed through you as sunghoon looked up at you, batting his long eyelashes at you once again and those glasses resting perfectly on his face. sunghoon switched to your other nipple, sucking just as vigorously on the bud.

the sensation in his mouth was heavenly to him, sunghoon couldn't help but grind his erection into your thigh. at that, you pulled his head away from your boobs by his hair. a whine leaving his lips from the lost of contact as a string of saliva connected him to your hardened nipple.

"do you want me to take care of you, babyboy? i should reward you for being such a good boy~"

sunghoon nodded vigorously, "please, mommy"

you couldn't help but smile at the pretty boy infront of you, "yeah, what do you want me to do? anything you would like to do, babyboy. you've been such a good boy for mommy~"

his dick twitched in his pants at your praise, precum leaking out of his hardened member just by the way you were talking to him softly. after pondering slightly, sunghoon sat back on his knees slightly and pulled your legs apart.

"please, let me taste you mommy. i promise i can make you feel good please."

the was all you needed before you pulled him in for a kiss again, "undress me and yourself, hoon", you whispered in his ear when you pulled away from the kiss.

sunghoon got off your lap and pulled down your pajama pants, every inch of new skin revealed, he left a sweet kiss on it. he nearly drooled at the sight of your black lace panties that rested perfectly on your hips, his erection furthur hardening if that was even possible before he finally took off the garment. once you were bare infront of him, he took started undressing himself.

he didn't give you much of a show because he was so desperate to get a taste of your dripping cunt, you chuckled slightly at his eagerness, "i'm not going anywhere, baby". so you slowed him down when he reached his briefs, deciding to undress him yourself. your hands roamed all across his body from his defined muscles to his torso, not forgetting to run over his nipples before reaching down to his covered erection, repeating your circular motions from earlier, sunghoon let out a loud moan at that, his hips accidentally bucking up at your touch. moving down to his thighs where your nails scratched over them gently. before you finally finally took off his boxers.

his cock sprung out from its confines, standing up proudly. his tip an angry red, precum smudged all over. you couldn't help but smear the precum on his tip even more, a loud whine coming from sunghoon as more precum left his slit.

you let out a chuckle at sunghoon's tiny whine of protest before you stopped teasing his tip to allow sunghoon to continue his ministrations.

within seconds, sunghoon was spreading your legs apart and sitting between them, your pretty pussy was glistening with arousal, clenching around nothing as sunghoon admired you. desperate to dive in, sunghoon was about to take off his glasses before you stopped him and put the glasses back on his face, "keep them on, babyboy"

sunghoon smiled at that before giving you small experimental kitten licks between your folds. his tongue licked a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. holding sunghoon's hair, you shoved his face into your pussy. sunghoon dipped his tongue into your throbbing cunt. he licked into you as if he hadnt eaten for years, you tasted so good. his hands rested on your thighs as they squeezed around his head slightly from the pleasure you were receiving. his tongue explored every crevice of your delicious pussy. his nose rubbing against your clit at his intense licking.

your moans sounded so beautiful to him and only fueled him to make you cum faster. he pulled away and shoved two fingers into your cunt before his tongue latched himself onto your clit, sucking hard. the way his fingers thrusted and curled into you along with his sucking on your clit made your head roll back into your pillow and moans and groans fall from your lips. "you are doing so so good, baby", your praise made sunghoon moan, sending vibrations through you which only intensified the pleasure more. looking down, only to be greeted by sunghoon's big eyes already staring back at you was enough to tip you over the edge. you let out moans and praises as your milky cum squirted out all over sunghoon's fingers which thrusted in you all through your orgasm.

sunghoon gently pulled his fingers out from your messy cunt before putting them into his mouth, moaning around his own fingers at the taste of your arousal before he went down to lick your pussy clean. accidentally overstimulating your sensitive pussy, you pulled him away from yourself and brought him up into a deep kiss.

"good job, babyboy. you made mommy feel so good~", you peppered kisses all over his flushed face as his soft giggles filled the room before kissing him on the lips once again, sunghoon readjusted himself, his red aching cock now resting on your thigh as he tried to discreetly grind against you. pulling away, your hand grabbed his large dick and stroked it.

"since you made mommy feel so good, do you want me to fuck your little hole open, hmm? make my babyboy feel good"

he let out another whine, grinding into your hand, "yes, please mommy, want mommy to fuck me so bad"

sunghoon's face flushed a deep red as you positioned him to face the full length mirror by your bed on all fours. his tiny hole on display for you as you made him look at himself.

putting a generous amount of lube on your fingers, you finger easily protruded into him. sunghoon let out a moan at the feeling of finally being filled up atleast a little bit. thrusting your finger in a few times before adding a second and third to make sure your baby was properly streched out for your strap.

you deemed sunghoon ready once his moans increased in volume and his hips were moving against your fingers. you put on your strap and teased his hole with it slightly watching it clenched around nothing.

"are you ready, hoonie?"

"yes, please fuck me", that was all you needed to hear before pushing in your large cock into him. sunghoon let out a hiss at the stretch.

your hips stilled as you waited for sunghoon to adjust to the strap before he let out a small 'move, please'. grabbing his hips, you thrusted into sunghoon deeply. a deep moan erupted from him as your cock rocked into him roughly.

sunghoon's head fell foward at the pleasure, gripping his hair you made him look at his reflection in the mirror.

"look at how pretty you are, sunghoon. i love these glasses on you. don't you think you look so pretty getting fucked by mommy's cock?"

your pace increased and a whimper fell from sunghoon's lips as he had no choice but to stare at himself taking in all of your girth.

"answer me."

a cry escaped sunghoon as you thrusted into him harder, the tip hitting his prostate.

"yes, wanna l-look pretty just for mommy"

satisfied with his answer, you continued to fuck into him roughly. sunghoon's dick hanging heavily between his thighs, desperate for a release. tears fell from his eyes streaming onto his beautifully flushed cheeks, the force of your thrust making his glasses jump slightly.

you stared at sunghoon's reflection in the mirror and god was he a masterpiece. his beautiful eyes fighting the urge to close shut behind his glasses, tears streaming down his pink cheeks from the intense pleasure, his black hair disheveled from the grip you had on it, his well defined pecs flexing as he struggled to hold himself up in the position. your train of thought was cut off when sunghoon let out a whimper.

his back arched beautifully as the constant thrusting on his prostate grew too much for him, he needed to cum so bad.

"mommy, please please please let me cum"

your heart swelled at his voice which was now higher in pitch as he begged for his release.

"go ahead, my good boy. cum for mommy"

reaching towards his dick you stroked him throughout his orgasm. with a loud moan, he released a nearly concerning amount of cum, dirtying the sheets beneath him.

sunghoon let out a pained whimper as his cock was milked dry, you slowed your movements on both his dick and his hole before gently pulling out of him and letting go off his hair.

sunghoon turned around and fell into your arms. your hands rubbing up and down his back. you left kisses all over his face as he held on to you like his life depended on it.

© spideyriki (sorry for the rushed ending!!)

[shinobusupremecy]

Hi :3

Saw you're requests were open and that you added genshin to your thing, so I'm going against my better judgement rn.

(Oneshot) Yae Miko x gn autistic reader that takes everything at face value (like me), um angst because reader doesn't understand that miko is just teasing and they think she's actually annoyed 💀 anyways, obviously angst, but they talk it through with each other and she maybe realises her teasing isn't always a good idea.

Idk, I find the idea of miko being like "Oh shit, I fucked up" funny.

Yae Miko x gn!Reader

A/n: Now that you say it that reaction from Yae Miko would be hilarious! Thank you for requesting, you have the honour of being the first to request genshin and the first to request the one and only Yae Miko no less!

You can interpret this as platonic or romantic. It is a bit hard to tell in this fic I apologize😅

Word count: 1621

People in Inazuma city parted ways like the sea of moses from the way you ran, half putting on your shrine maiden clothes. You apologized when you nearly ran into people.

You had finally reached the foot of the mountain and you began running through the thousand red gates. The sun shined mercilessly down on you and you felt yourself beginning to sweat. You wanted to rest and just walk up but you were about to be late.

Running as you went you saw the floating rocks with the electrogana on it. If only you had an electro vision things would have been easier. Looking up the mountain again you saw you had a long way to go.

’Ahhh, all this hassle because I overslept!’ You internally cried.

After what felt like forever you finally reached the Narukami shrine. You went through the toji gate and bowed out of respect before going in.

The pink fox lady stood by the fox shaped sakura tree with her back turned. Her ear twitched and she let out a low hum.

”You know you really shouldn’t be late on your first day here. It is quite rude and makes for awful first impressions”

”I am sorry lady Yae Miko, you’re right. I shall do better!” You bowed to apologize. This was your first day working at the shrine as a shrine maiden. Yae Miko’s work quite frankly fascinated you so you wanted to work with her. Plus working with her meant some nice quality time for you two.

You saw two fingers snap right in front of you and you snapped out of your daydreaming.

“Honestly don’t go zoning out when I am about to give instructions. You really are out of it today”

“Yes yes, sorry about that”

”Ah well. The first thing to do is make sure the shrine is nice and tidy” Your eyes wandered around the shrine in search of something amiss before you heard an exasperated sigh.

”I meant look around the place. Go on, walk around” Yae sounded annoyed and with that you looked away a little ashamed before doing so.

You did find that some of the floorboards were dusty and since foxes roamed around there were a few things…littered.

”One must make sure the shrine is all nice and tidy before the people come. No one wants to pray with the smell of animal feces around do they or get their socks all dusty and slip” You nodded and then stood there…not knowing where the cleaning supplies are.

“Well? Get a move on” You jumped a little and turned to her.

“I don’t know where the cleaning supplies are”

Yae sighed again before smiling.

“If you used your two eyes your mother graced you with you would see it says ‘cleaning supplies’ over there” Yae pointed. Your cheeks grew a bit more red out of embarrassment.

‘This is so embarrassing? Does she treat every shrine maiden this way?’ You glanced at Yae who still looked at you. ’Is she annoyed with me?’

Taking the cleaning supplies you began to sweep the floorboards and clean up from the foxes.

”See? That wasn’t so hard? Only took you 10 minutes to understand everything and do what I say”

”That long!?” You yelled out in shock. No way it has already gone 10 minutes

”Yes that long. Is something wrong with you today? You’re usually not this slow” All these jabs you were getting started to really get on your nerves.

’Maybe she really is annoyed with me’ Your heart began sinking.

”It’s my first day working Yae, you know that” You countered earning a sigh from Yae.

”Mhmm I know but still, things like understanding a simple instruction like cleaning shouldn’t take that long” You nodded at her words.

“Hmf” Yae finished off and your heart began to sank a bit further.

‘What's up with her today? All of these remarks is starting to hurt' You thought before shaking your head. 'It will be better next time’

-

Next time came, again and again. No really big improvement on either part. You accidentally messed up a ritual and said the wrong words.

“...Walk forth and purify which is im-impure?” You said the wrong word and the stutter messed the whole ritual up leading to a annoyed sigh from Yae.

“We have gone over it a thousand times and you still don’t remember? The word is 'come' forth” You felt like she was jabbing at your heart or her words did.

Jab there, jab here.

“That’s not a way to sweep the floorboards, if anything you are just spreading the dust around” One jab.

“Why is your back so bent, posture straight or you’ll look like the shrimp I ate for lunch” Another jab.

You began fearing that you were more of a burden tothe shrine than helping. All these jabs from Yae Miko can’t be a mistake, she must be really annoyed. Not to mention she doesn’t do that with any other of the shrine maidens.

‘Fine! If she thinks I am a burden to the shrine then I won’t be coming’ Hurt, you came to that conclusion and stayed home.

-

Yae was waiting for you at the shrine. She tapped her foot on the floorboard impatiently before clicking her tongue.

’They must be late or something’ She concluded and went on her roundly checkup to see that everything on the shrine looks alright.

She had waited a while and you still haven't come, much to Yae’s annoyance. If you are sick just tell her. She looked down on the steep mountain however. Okay maybe not.

Eitherway you will probably come tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and you didn’t show up. Yae assumed you were sick and went on about her day.

When a week had gone by Yae didn’t really suspect anything. You could be sick, and from what she has learned humans can be sick for a week sometimes so that is what she assumed happened to you.

However when you didn’t come after that week she became really suspicious.

‘They had better not quit before telling me’ She thought bitterly. Enough was enough she decided and strode down the mountain to get to your house.

-

You were sitting on the couch of your home wondering if you should try to go to work again. You really wanted to, the job was cool, you loved Yae but what’s the point when she just seems annoyed by every single thing that you did?

Before you could think of finding her she found you first and knocked on your door. You got up and opened it to a menacing smiling Yae and a shiver ran up your spine.

“Well you look fine and dainty as ever. Care to tell me why you have been skipping work?” Yae asked and you inwardly sighed.

“I’m sorry it’s uh, complicated”

“It is nothing that I, Lady Yae Miko, can't understand. I have lived for several of hundred years and encountered many humans, I practically know you humans down to the bone. Now tell me, why have you been skipping work?”

“It’s just…I do like working at the shrine…but” You started slowly and Yae Miko stood there waiting.

“But?”

“I just feel like you are annoyed with me…you say these things” One of Yae Miko’s eyebrow rose and she let out a low questioning hum.

“I wanna work but every little thing I do is wrong. You say it all the time, either my posture isn’t right, I sweep the broom wrong, I’m slow for not knowing where the cleaning supplies are even though it is my first day”

“You…” Yae Miko began but you interrupted her

"I get that if I'm doing something wrong you should tell but the way you say it is really hurtful and minor things like not knowing where the cleaning supplies are on my first day is really...you know?" You nervously vented out in hopes of understanding.

Before Yae made you work she made it very clear to always tell her if something is wrong or if there is something you don't like. Communication is key and she lives strongly by that.

Yae lets out a heavy sigh.

“I see, so that’s what this has been about” You looked up to see Yae who to your surprised look troubled.

“I did say those things yes but I was merely teasing, I didn’t think you would take my words to heart”

“Just a ‘just kidding’ would be fine” You replied a bit sourly.

Yae scratched her head, her brows furrowing as she looked like she really was thinking hard. This was a new side to her you never thought you would see.

”I see now. I am…sorry I didn’t make it clear I was merely teasing. The things I said were far from the truth, I don’t think any of those things. You are hardworking and I see that you try” You stood there taking in Yae’s words. You felt relieved and your heart beated a bit faster.

”I will stop my teasing if it makes you that upset but please come back to the shrine. The mornings without you on the shrine is a lonely one for me” You looked at Yae and giggled. Seeing this side of her was interesting and fun, you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

”Sure, I’d like that” you replied and closed the door behind you.

”Perfect. Come now, I have a lot of new novels I have read the past few days while you were gone that I need to tell you about and when we reach the shrine you will get tea, you have been more than deserving for that”

[dykeomania]

.   .   .   guilty pleasure.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i'm terrible at summaries -- ellie really likes fucking you, because you're really hot, so she eats you out like it's her fucking last meal. plus it's kinda cute at the end. that's it. that's the fic.

𝐚/𝐧: so, this is a scrap. Funny Story! ahaha!!!! Uh!!!! so i fucking hate this! [mia, great heavens, why do you hate this?] well! i've been working on this sub!ellie fic for a couple of months (i've been busy) and i thought it would be a good idea to start off a sub!ellie with dom!ellie. and i was trying to do something, but it wasn't working. so i have been contending with this fucking part of that fic for so long that everytime i look at it it makes me twitch, so maybe i'm biased, but. here you go. it's not sub!ellie which is making me roll my eyes so hard rn, but it's alright. anyway, i didn't want to waste what i'd already written so i tidied it up and made it pretty and hopefully someone likes it. idfk. if you ever wanted to have your pussy ate by ellie, here you go.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: annoying writing things, like random shifts in verb tenses because i didn't feel like proofreading this for much longer rubs nose, rolls eyes. SO! literally just pure smut, like, it's disgusting, so minors, go away. uh, oral sex, fingering (reader receiving). fraction of dirty talk. ellie thinking that you're really fucking hot. she's literally so gay. kind of obsessive. it's literally just reader receiving head for a very, very long time. oh, some overstimulation. also. just for shits and giggles. the general vibe is that you two are friends... but like.... but like... shakes head.... you're... you're not friends.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k. get it the fuck out of my sight, please.

.   .   .   .

when ellie fucks you, sometimes she likes to imagine that she is painting a picture. 

“oh, fuck–” she knows how it sounds and wishes that it didn’t sound so creepy. but ellie has spent hours, upon days, composed of fleeting shy gazes and not-so-shy glimpses between your thighs, studying your body. eyes oftentimes slipping over the arch of your brow in conversation, or following the curve of your jaw, down the axis of your neck. over the hill of your bicep, beneath the band of your jeans, down the canyon trail of your stomach or your spine…

if she tries hard enough, she can get your face just right. eyes shut so tight, they bunch at the corners, not quite like how they do when you’re doubled over in laughter, or squinting at her in disbelief. sometimes they roll, or linger, hooking onto hers as your body stiffens with pleasure and her name hangs above your tongue on a fishing line that you just can’t seem to reach. every time ellie fucks you you drive her just a little bit crazier, because every time ellie fucks you, you remind her of how difficult and impressive the human ability to multitask is, because how is she supposed to breathe? or do much of anything really – when you look like this? underneath her, or beside her, or in front of her. pretty girl, doesn’t even begin to capture half of you. let me show you how pretty you are, is a promise, by default of impossibility, that will forever be left unfulfilled. 

“el..” ellie’s fingers were magic. always were. they were so long, even if she held them out straight, the hardened calluses of her fingertips would hit every spot they needed to. but this time, ellie had curled them. nestled knuckle deep inside, with her tongue latched onto your clit - flattening, rolling, sucking. you were gone – had been for the past half hour – now whining and bucking against the pace of ellie’s tongue and fingers, tugging at your tits because she told you to. “oh my fucking god, fuck–” 

it was crazy, how ellie could make you feel so good without even having made you cum, to the point where you’re holding her head still and fucking her face ultimately to achieve something familiar. but it was so confusing. you chased that great, overpowering crescendo. but at the same time, you would do anything – literally anything – as long as it meant that ellie would keep making you feel whatever it was that you were feeling. as long as it meant that she just didn’t fucking stop. 

ellie’s eyes are deep green vultures that climb the curve of your adam’s apple, and she can’t tell if you’re getting wetter or if she’s just drooling. she is so fucking wet, she can practically feel the fabric of her briefs sticking to her sex. the partial friction on her clit everytime she shifts on the bed is enough to make her head spin, and it makes her hungrier. she loved watching you unravel as you chased the release. loved listening to how your whines shattered, loved feeling her nails grip and tug at her hair. loved watching you stir, pleading for that rush of endorphins that would make your clit spasm against her tongue, and that only made ellie more determined to fuck your juices out of you.

ellie hums approvingly around your sensitive bundle of nerves and for a moment, all that can be heard is the squelch of your juices as she keeps the pace of her fingers steady. quick, and unrelenting, against the warning-like quivering of your walls around them. the sensation is so far back – a tingling, almost. you are so eager, breath immediately quickening and eyes widening. it almost sends your body into fight-or-flight and dares to even cramp your leg. but you squirm and gasp, and your mouth hangs, and you don’t even have to say it. she can see it in your eyes the second you reach down from your tits to her hair, and you grasp, you look at her with something bordering awe, and a compilation of pleas. it’s fucking gorgeous.  “e-ellie–”

 “mhm.”

 “e-el–oh, fuck–”

 “mhm.” 

“fuck!” you cry as your orgasm ripples through your clit, and then pulses through the interior of your cunt. on no front does ellie let up, tongue lapping greedily against your throbbing bundle of nerves while fucking the well-earned stream out of you with her fingers. you shake, and border on screaming – so sensitive, and yet still reeling against her every move whilst your orgasm moves through you. one pulse, and then two, and then three. an uncountable number of clenches around her soaked fingers. but ellie is greedy. devoured by pleasure, you lay stunned and shuddering,

and yet ellie doesn’t stop. 

“ohmygod– fuck–” it could’ve took minutes. most likely even seconds. but at first, you felt nothing. and then, you were shuddering, and covering your own mouth. you can’t bring yourself to, but if you looked at ellie, you’d realize a couple of different things. for starters, ellie’s fingers are moving twice as fast. her mouth originally left your clit quite slowly, in tantalizing, rewarding kisses, before she sloppily replaced it with her thumb, for better or for worse. and above all, she was still looking at you. ellie never took her fucking eyes off of you. 

“you have no fucking idea how hot you look right now,” you hear ellie rasp, and you gasp – maybe you did notice a difference because you could definitely tell that she put her tongue back on your clit, and it pushes you into a place of no return. you feel everything at once. her fingers against your g-spot, the hypersensitivity of your cunt in general. your whine is guttural and antsy, but ellie’s hands tighten on your thighs, refusing to let you move this time. “mm–mm, one more time,” ellie punctuates her phrase with a lick on your clit that is so subtle, and yet makes you damn near incomprehensible  –  “gonna let me taste you again? please? you’re so fucking pretty, let me taste you again. let me fucking taste you, baby, cum for me, just one more time–”

your orgasm trickles in like it’s harmless and unassuming. and then the fragment of her name that you so desperately reach for slips between your fingers and this time, you do scream. 

your cunt convulses twice as hard around her fingers, and you feel your back try to arch. your orgasm is catastrophic. it ripples her bedsheets, cuts through the nighttime breeze, and singlehandedly shatters the peaceful chirp of crickets outside of the shed.

this part, was ellie’s favorite. 

your slow descent from euphoria is parachuted by the sound of shuffling, followed by the rough pad of ellie’s thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. the warmth from her palm as it adorns the side of your face becomes more apparent as you find yourself floating into consciousness. you take it upon yourself to peer at her through your lashband. you find that ellie’s eyes are still dark, and lustful. but they have transformed into something that you could hold in your own without the crutch of pleasure. they were warm, and sincere in a different context, and within that, kind of made you blush a bit harder than you already were.

ellie – seemingly equally abashed, given her reddened cheeks – slowly rolls her lips onto themselves as if trying to bite back her smile. carefully, she pushes a section of your damp hair behind your ear, and places a subtle kiss on the corner of your lips. “hey…” ellie awkwardly chimes, and you both snicker. “hey…” your giggles fall short as ellie briefly hovers over you, and you reach up to close the gap between the two of you. the taste of salt and skin in any other context would’ve made you sick, but in this one, it just makes you delirious. her tongue flattens against yours and her hand smooths over your abdomen. you can’t help but pull her closer – as close as possible, really – by the bunched up fabric of her black t-shirt in a way that indicates this night isn’t over just yet.

“good?” ellie murmurs against your lips and you only respond by deepening the kiss, smiling in a way that ruins it. “so good. as always.” this time, it’s ellie’s turn to nearly break the kiss with a smile, to which she tries to make up for by kissing you harder. but you can’t help but chuckle at her excitement, even when she asks you what? through your flurry of giggles. you kiss her again, and eventually, both your giggles and her question are long forgotten.

“is it my turn?” you ask against her lips, and feel ellie’s brows furrow. “turn to what?” “touch you.” you pull away momentarily to look give ellie’s face a quick up and down glance, a tinge of curiosity lingering in your expression beneath the small smile on your reddened lips. “i wanna make you feel good.” 

the pause is occupied by ellie dragging her tongue, and eventually her teeth, over her lower lip. she shuffles, as though to hover over you a bit more, tilting her head slightly to the left. “making you feel good makes me feel good,” your brows lift at her statement. you didn’t mean to, but you mentally quiver under the certainty of her gaze, and all words of protest that you had died on your tongue. a slight smirk that etches onto her lips as they hover back over yours, nor the way her hand takes firm hold of your upper thigh, barely pressing into the perimeter of your ass, “now, how about you shut up and kiss me again.”

[considerad]

alright jesus christ, I'm making another "if shit goes down" post:

If something kicks off in *ran, which I cannot stress enough IS CURRENTLY AT PEACE (the rest of my family is taking their afternoon siesta as I write this and I've got my shower stuff set out for later; things are quiet af except for the birds and the occasional bad driver revving an engine), they will cut off the internet inside *ran before they do anything else. They want to control the narrative and make sure we don't get out our pleas for help/information on what'll be happening here.

I've already seen a post on here where people are cheering for "*ran" because they helped H*zbollah hit an *sraeli target... guys, that's not *ran. That's the I R G C, an extremist terrorist organisation that controls *ran's resources (incidentally, just like H*zbollah controls L*banon!). The *ranian people are being held hostage as a nation by the *RGC. We aren't them and they most certainly are not *ranians. Don't get it twisted. The *RGC is trying to kick off a direct war after a long while of fighting their proxy wars through Palestine and S*ria... and I don't know why the fuck it's happening now.

I'm in the middle of a programming course and I'm scrambling to do my homework for the next two weeks before the internet goes. I'm going to pack survival backpacks for my family tonight; water, money, id, antiseptic cream... and you know what's driving me up the fucking wall about all this? It's that all this is happening after vacuuming the whole fucking house for *ranian New Years, tidying all the fronds on the rugs with a comb until they all ran parallel, scrubbing hard water stains off the taps and the house plant leaves until they gleamed, making up a whole new blossom-print duvet-pillowcase set for the beds, buying pretty Soviet-print antique enamelware and ceramic water jugs for extra-cool water this summer...

I don't want to flee my own fucking house, so painstakingly cleaned and pretty and so recently full of guests for the New Year, to go where? Turkey? Armenia? And what the fuck for? Because the donkey testicles who've taken charge here don't care if we live or die?

Post from: Sat 13 April 2024

Note: I censor *ran and other nouns that are in the news rn because I'm at risk of being found here through keyword searches, account tracing, etc. They might still find me this way, but I don't want to make it that easy. If you see anyone openly heehawing about the *RGC or H*zbollah in my replies/reblogs, they've found this post despite my efforts.

If you interact with the post, however, PLEASE use the uncensored nouns in your tags/replies.

[justabigass-simp]

Im crying so hard about Vander on this rn 😭 thats why I need to write that 😭

Pairing: Arcane Vander x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing

English is not my first language I’m sorry for any mistakes.

The last drop got a new machine! A vending machine with different snacks and sweets. The kids liked it much. Mostly Mylo and Powder. The whole family was in the empty bar where you cleaned the glasses and you scrubbed some tables too where Vander your husband watched the kids amusing how they discuss wich candy or snack was the best from the machine. While pow-pow was on her way to buy a sweet from the vending machine. But.. It got stuck. She huffed angry and tries to get the candy out while sticking her arm through the slot. Oh no- Thought powder.

Her arm got stuck

“Uhh- guys.. I need help..” she muttered. No response. “Help me please!” She squeaked and started to panic. “What happened pow!?” VI asked her confused but worried. “My sweet got stuck now my arm is stuck!..” she whined. At first Vi tried to pull her arm out but that hurt powder. So then she tried to make it with soap and it worked. “So and now your candy pow-pow” Vi explained with hands on her hips looking at the stuck candy.

Meanwhile You and Vander where in this moment in the storeroom searching for some things and cleaned up a bit. “Gosh baby you need to tidy in here!” You chuckled picking a carton full of Alcohol up. “Yeah that’s right darlin’ but don’t drink all this liquor on your own will ya?” He laughed that made you just roll your eyes with a smile. You placed the carton on the table unpacking the whole alcohol. “Hmh rye whisky” you mumbled to yourself. Vander chuckled. “What you laughing here huh?” You smiled looking behind you. “Nothin” darlin’ your just beautiful” he smiled walking towards you grabbing softly your hips. “Ohh now being romantic?” You teased resting your hands on his shoulders looking lovely in his eyes. “OH GOD DAMN IT THIS FUCKING SHIT-“ Vi yelled from the next room. You two looked at each other with wide eyes sighing. Vander kisses your nose then goes to the kids. You shook your head while giggling before you continued to put the liquor out of the carton to put it on the shelf. Everything in this room was dusty but not dirty.

“What’a wrong VI?” Vander questioned the teenager Infront of him punching the vending machine. “My candy got stuck Vander!…” powder explained. Now Vander understands. He walked over to them slapping the side of the machine. No movement. He tried again but shakes this time the machine.No movement either. Now he starts to shake the vending machine harder that it scratches on the floor. “Jesus- what is happening in there!?” You asked yourself by much of this noise. You walked over to them seeing how Vander shakes the vending Maschine while mylo slaps the Glas of it and powder her arm was in the slot wiggling her fingers to get the candy package.

“What the hell is going on here?!” You asked. All five looked at you in shock like the have seen a ghost. “What are you- or what are you Trying To do?!” You asked confused. Powder then almost mumbled “my candy…”. You walked in silence over to the vending machine Vander let the machine almost “fall” on the ground where powder put her arm out of the slot and mylo stepped back smiling nervously at you. You grabbed a key in your pocket and opend the door to fill up the vending machine. Powder made a “O” form with her mouth, mylo looked at you like you opend a Tresor and Vander opend his mouth to say something but didn’t.

“All you need to do is ask-…” you said face palming.

[mosiaks]

* / MASSIVE MUSE OVERHAUL

Okay here is the new line up for the foreseeable future. I just cannot keep trying to offer as many people as I was, especially when honestly so few are getting any attention and to try and get muses traction would be effort and energy I just cannot afford to give rn.

KEEP

@anyankaes | Anyanka -- this is just For Me honestly but I'm also going to try and position her in a more fandomless way @vacanpathy | Veronica Moore ( OC ) -- OC privileges are real. @hollowflay | Heather Holloway -- literally the flagship at this point lbr @npseas | low interest/low need/fickle muse/utilitarian muses -- kept bc it's so low use and here for utilitarian reasons.

LIMBO

@saeintsblood | Drusilla -- I find dru very compelling and if I could get things for her, especially in her drew au I'd very seriously consider continuing to write her @slayedher | Spike -- I do like writing spike and I feel like I could do a lot of fun stuff with him but I'm also not interested in just being used to fill people's fix for the character so I'm torn. @mtvatlas | Billy Hargrove -- honestly probably will get moved into keep once I feel like I can breathe and give him any attention. @manufangured | Casey Wainright ( OC ) -- again OC privileges get her here but also trying to start shit up for an OC rn sounds like a fucking nightmare.

DECOMMISSIONED

@deathgift | Buffy Summers @slayingspice | Brooke Summers ( OC ) -- joint reasoning for these two. low muse, low interest in general plus since smg has been spoken out for Israel I'd kinda want a new fc (also just they're SO canon divergent it'd feel nice) but if I have to make new icons I'll lose my mind. @corddess | Cordelia Chase -- low use, low interest, low muse. @keyedawn | Dawn Summers -- low use, low interest, low muse. @glindaid | Tara Maclay -- low use, low interest, low muse. @witchhan | Willow Rosenberg -- low use, low interest, low muse. @andhaert | Xander Harris -- low use, low interest, low muse. @thraeshula | Eddie Munson -- low use, low interest, low muse. @telemage​ | Eleven / Jane Hopper -- low use, low interest, low muse. @noblebreed | Elijah Mikaelson -- low use, low interest, low muse. @highbreed​ | Klaus Mikaelson -- low use, low interest, low muse. @legionheir | David Haller -- low use, low interest, low muse. @shesibylline | Destiny / Irene Adler -- low use, low interest, low muse. @punkasite | Rogue Darkhölme -- low use, low interest, low muse. @laembless | Clarice Starling ( set in Cri.min.al Mi.nds ) -- low use, low interest, low muse.

I'm sorry to anyone who was looking forward to some of these muses or had enjoyed ping with them in the past but I just gotta make things more practical for me. Hopefully I can bring some of these back in the future when life is less hectic but for now I just have to be realistic. Much of these muses get absolutely little to no interest and I cannot put in the time and energy rn to try and change that. Plus even when I HAVE tried in the past to do that for some it's been unsuccessful so I'm just not interested in trying again when my time and energy is more finite. I picked all these muses for a reason and would love to be able to write them all but that's just not realistic.

None of the decommissioned blogs will be deleted they will simply be left inactive and likely moved elsewhere to be archived for the foreseeable future so this account can remain tidy. If any get brought back I'll let you all know.

I will also still be on @dreameasel and @progeniterror

[figgyblossom]

After a slightly late start to the day and a bizarre & overwhelming errand run, I started cleaning around noon and managed to be soups productive! I set my phone timer for 40 minute time chunks and used them to try to complete X task in each one.

Cleaned out my freezer and fridge, threw away a ton of shit, did an insane amount of dishes, took out like 3 bags of trash and recycling, picked up/tidied the livingroom and vacuumed all the floors and rugs!

But then I sat down 🥲 I mean I def deserved the break and I made myself some food, but now it's 3:08 and I rly need to get up and continue working but it's hard to get started again :(

I work the next two days and the semester starts on Monday and I still need to clean out our study, email my advisor, and figure out some other class shit, and respond to a job-ish situation 😮‍💨

I'm trying to feel good about the work I've done already so far, but my anxiety is just ~crazy~ rn (plus I feel like I really fucked up yesterday but nit getting anything done, but this ANXIETY has been... so much 😭)

anyway

gonna go try to tackle the study now! 🤞

[tordenvejr]

Hello Vic! How are you doing? 🫰🏼

I need a little help from you - I do not think I have ocd, but I do obsess over washing hands and keeping things hygenic. Tidy? No, my house is always messy, but I wash my hands toooooo often to the point where if strong hand creams didn’t exist I would have shed several skin layers by now 😀 My immediate problem rn is that i am on a vacation with my family - even worse, I am sharing a room w my parents - and let me tell you, their lack of hygiene just get on my nerves. My mom has definitely noticed I struggle w this and it’s kinda easier to voice my anxiety over hygiene with her. My dad on the other hand has no idea and isn’t the most open minded person, I doubt he has even heard that some people struggle w stuff like this. I can ignore some stuff but when after 3 days of being here I hear my dad ask my mom which one was the soap (my mom had lots of other products on counter) I knew I wanted to pass away ! My mom asked “you haven’t washed your hands yet?” Don’t think he even replied which I am afraid means that yeah he hasn’t. Sounds so comical and ridiculous but it is really bothering me.

Thing is, before, I lived w them for 18 years and nothing happened, never occurred to me they wouldn’t even wash hands considering I was tought basic hygiene. So I wish I could just switch my brain to that state but can I.

Idk how I do not lose my mind. I do not think that something bad will happen if I don’t follow these hand washing obsession BUT it just irks me to know somebody is so unhygienic let alone someone who doesn’t wash their hands for so long 🥲🥲🥲 even if I didn’t have this problem it’s natural to be upset about my dad being ultra white person. So idk how to 1. Deal with people I am sharing the room with not being as hygienic as me 2. One of them not even following basic hygiene (would have been better if I had spoken up the 1st time I found out abt this- but I hate confrontation, especially with family I guess)

Vacation ends in 10 days but knowing they have touched my phone and my belongings and that I cannot just exist in a sterile world or in a world aWay from them does not make me happy. I know I have to address the root cause of hand washing obsession but this is the situation I am dealing w atm. So idk how to remain calm, ignore this, because voicing my anxiety and asking them to follow basic hygiene just seems ridiculous. :(

Sorry for such a long text 🫠

hi 🌟 i'm doing good, but i've been sleeping so fucking shit the past days i feel like a little snail around the house zzz

assuming you don't have ocd (you can look into the pure o subtype and reflect a bit over the cycle of obsession > anxiety > compulsion > relief > obsession. sometimes it isn't the belief of something bad happening it can also be an intense discomfort or a "sense" of something being off/wrong/not right); if it's a general annoyance and discomfort of lack of hygiene, keep your belonging on you, get a mini hand sanitizer if you can from a kiosk or store, air out, store your food away from theirs in the fridge and try to handle it yourself. it's up to you if you want to/are ready to express this discomfort/boundary with them, but it isn't ridiculous or unfounded. it's quite a fair request of the people you're in near proximity to, to exercise regular hygiene, such as washing their hands - and you aren't responsible for their reactions, though i understand you will be around them. i hope the next days will be better for you!

[yaminerua]

negative vent

the state of my life rn feels like a runaway train

man idk how people can just cook and clean up and not just completely feel like they’re turning to dust afterwards from exhaustion

idk how my family made breakfast lunch and dinner and navigated me not liking the main dinner as a kid and having to have something else bc just making one meal for three of us is enough to put me in the ground so the thought of having to do an additional meal alongside the first one makes my brain feel like it’s ripping itself apart with stress

I end up completely mentally and physically drained bc of all the different steps plus the anxiety of making sure I tidy up afterwards bc if I don’t do it immediately it won’t get done and it’ll build up

there’s got to be some neurodivergence making this extra hard but whether that’s just the good old fashioned depression or something else that makes it feel like torture trying to maintain just regular daily upkeep idk

my dad is trying desperately to make money in a self employed job that hasn’t fucking paid anything in years bc it relies on business deals he facilitates actually going ahead and reaching the payment stage which has literally never happened in the years he’s been trying to do it bc he lives in a fantasy land where he thinks he can make big money on big deals with people who do not give a fuck that we are struggling to hold onto our fucking house and who could fix our problems with one payment that wouldn’t even dent their mountains of money

so he is on the phone constantly and unable to find time to feed himself or my brother who sleeps until 6pm, won’t eat anything after midnight and is losing weight while already considered underweight despite me now spending nearly all day in the kitchen trying to get meals and snacks and shit for him to keep him from getting any more underweight

and I’m just buckling man

I have no time for myself to just sit and chill properly. Even when I try to get a drawing or something doodled out it’s done while I’m sitting in the kitchen waiting for my legs to stop throbbing so I can get back to cooking or washing up. I keep talking about wanting to get back to digital art and commissions once I have my hands on a laptop but the reality is even when I get that I might still just not have the actual time to do what I used to love doing

I haven’t been out of the house much since before the pandemic. I haven’t seen any friends since then either. My life has become a slog of wake up, spend the day in the kitchen in a constant frenzied anxiety cooking state, go to bed and be plagued by the Horrors making me just want to die and not have to wake up to more of the same and there’s no end to it

I’m still waiting for the dwp to give me the extra money I am eligible for and I’m dreading the winter after the struggle the last one was.

I’d have takeout more often if we could justifiably afford it. But my brother is particular about those too and only eats certain things so even if I had the money and energy I don’t have much I can work with. How do you fit a full day’s worth of meals into less than 5 hours when your options are further limited by what he’ll accept

I’m worried about him and his low energy. I’m worried about dad and his high stress. I’m worried about the house being taken if our money runs out. I feel guilty that I’m failing my brother and dad despite turning myself inside out to cook for them and tidy up after myself and make sure they get food even tho it’s clearly not enough.

and on top of that I’ve had a shitty wheezy chest for months presumably bc of the air quality in here bc of the dust and clutter that just has sat for ages bc who has the time to go through it and there’s fucking clothes moths hanging around spiders everywhere and I can move the clutter to clean around it enough

I’m absolutely clawing my way through each day and the only reason I don’t just give in to the exhaustion and spend the whole week in bed is the fact they both need me to do this

pre-covid my uncle used to spend more time here bc my granny was here so things were so much more balanced and maintained but after his mental health struggles in lockdown knocked him for six the state of the house stresses him out so much he can’t come near and it depresses him and as a result I haven’t seen him since last year at my granny’s birthday at the care home and before that it was sometime in 2020 the last I’d seen him

I’m on the brink of collapse and I’ve had a whole bunch of dizzy spells in the kitchen lately and yet I push on bc I can’t stop

I’ve become some kind of spindly pillar trying desperately to hold up a crumbling household and I’m splintering in the process under the pressure but what can I do? If I don’t do this it’ll only be much worse

fucking hell im so tired

[mamunches]

Regarding ur tags on the last post. Pls talk about Ben. Pls. I'm hyperfixating on him so hard rn

OKAY HI.! i never actually share headcanons i have of characters outside of my priv twitter Ever. usually because im worried about being too ooc with them. but just for you anon ill share some :thumbs up:

sorry if thisliterally isnt what you want at all but its one of the only ways i can gush about a character

my BEN is 18! though he acts like a 7y/o throwing a temper tantrum over losing a game of tag

okay starting off with the basics

nonbinary and gay (kin)

he uses he/it pronouns!!

5"7 (170cm). i just think that he deserves to have some height

ummmBasic hcs i think

his room is Decent. maybe okay.

its a mess in there with shit all over the floor, but theres just this one specific area thats completely spotless and tidy

can beat people at any game except for when hes playing mario party against jeff?? for some reason??

he doesnt get why he keeps losing either and is always flabbergasted by how his smiley ass keeps winning

dude just keeps landing on really lucky spaces i dont know what to tell you

speaking of jeff. him and BEN are suuuper close!

despite the two bickering at any given moment, they always look out for each other. theyre inseparable and are basically brothers at this point

along with these two being like brothers, sally is like a little sister to them

put these three together in a room unsupervised, and expect to return to the room being burnt to a crisp and them having a tea party outside per sallys request

hates water. Fuck water

okay Maybe not really. he more so hates like. open bodies of water. ones where youre unable to see the bottom (kin)

if you want him to take a shower youll probably have to spend 30 minutes wrangling him into the bathroom to do so

very sensitive to temperature, along with the textures of things.!

would probably spend a good 5 minutes adjusting the water of a shower to make sure its the perfect warmth before hopping in

fidgets a lot and is really bouncy if that makes sense.

he bounces his leg a lot and starts snapping his fingers at random times

frequently pauses in the middle of sentences because he either spaces out or gets distracted by something in the corner of his eye

loves playing minecraft. will 100% grief your builds. this is the prank master youre playing with after all

he loves edm and alt rock soooo much it sends little tinglies through his brain if you know what i mean

BEN, along with toby and jeff are just the biggest group of menaces and go to prank people together all the time

sure he may be booming with energy and is generally outgoing, but he can also be pretty antisocial! often stays in his room for hours at a time on his devices

HUGE computer nerd and is super tech savvy (if it wasnt obvious enough :3c)

is basically your alternative to google. need to know something? just ask this silly dude

his fashion sense ranges from absolute dogshit to somewhat decent. usually ends up wearing some random shirt and shorts though

yes, this means that he doesnt wear the silly link clothes everyday. he thinks that theyre uncomfy and always changes into something else as soon as possible. he keeps the green colour scheme though

probably goes to thrift stores with jeff to get a laugh out of the stupid shirts they end up finding

hopefully this isnt too much?! like i said i usually keep this stuff to myself O_O i have more hcs for ben and other pastas, along with a slendermansion au doc im working on (lol), but i dont think im ready to share those yet

umumm ummmm idk what else to say have a good day.!

[tiredrobin]

rambles

been working slowly thru s1 of dungeons and daddies and i love how wildly silly and inaccurate it is but also i am just sitting here losing my mind abt glenn rn and the fact that he spent Years? In Prison? Chained In Place? (nearly 2 decades or something? they play fast and loose with canon so i may or may not take that at face value lmao) obvs given their play style its just not their thing to like. lean into this stuff very heavily (theres a lot of fucked up shit they gloss over severely purely because its a doofy lil podcast and i Get That and i enjoy it and its a big part of why i listen to it) but also. i just

ykno like even ignoring the fact that parts of the doodoo room dont make sense (glenn passing out in the sleep gas and like several more years passing w/o him waking up, or. dying. of dehydration.) (what with all the mega inaccuracies of the whole series its not surprising and im not complaining) it is still for serious realsies Just, Like, A Lot To Deal With

part of me is sitting here like imagine if i rewrote dungeons and daddies as a supermassive fanfic where i tidy up a few plotholes and repair some of the narrative blunders etc etc and i better explore character development and relationship restructuring so on and so forth blah. so that i can play in that space and also do some things that i Want for Fun. not even as a criticism of their work bcuz i Adore the podcast Genuinely so much. i just . i wanna play in this space and i kind of always want to do rewrites For Funsies ykno

god. do any of them read fanfic for their podcast? i hope they fucking dont. if hypothetically i did do a Robin Rewrites project id explode myself to death upon realizing any of them were reading it. imagine the shame. the suffering. id die on the spot.

anyway dont talk abt anything past ep 54 im still playing catchup lol

[forjongseong]

I AM FINALLY HERE, NANA!!!! ASDFGASJKDJAK happy belated bday to you, as i am wishing on tumblr. ALTHOUGH I MESSAGED U HELLA FAST ON TG DHSAJDHSAJKDSA OKAY ONTO THE STORY

Jay pouted and pretended to get all choked up, holding back tears. You laughed and smacked his arm, but then he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

GIRL PLEASE let me extend my hand to him real quick too hehe

Hwiyoung smiled sheepishly as he tidied up his hair.

not me wiping my drool EXCUSE ME? Hwi, pls. i am here. CEOYN can have Jay!

“Thank you, Hwiyoung? You’re really thanking him? I planned everything and kept it a secret? Shouldn’t I be getting a thank you?”

he is so cute getting all angry T-T come here boo, let me hug you!!!!

“I saw your Pinterest board the other night when you were working,” Jay said as he closed the wardrobe and stood by the bed, staring at his choices.

okay not me pinteresting my favorite things too but too much quotes and cute couple works on there dhsajdajk my bf would never find my travel board djajdsaahahaha

“Can’t wait to make love to you under the stars.”

BOOM. PREGNANT. BYE

“I’ll put it on once we get there and I will never take it off. I promise.”

Jay wore his stupid grin on his face again and you just cackled, leaving the bedroom to go grab something from the kitchen.

WHAT ARE LEGS AT THIS POINT. JAY, JUST CARRY ME

“Koga,” you greeted him as he stood up to welcome you.

YOU. DID. NOT. DO. THIS. TO. ME. ASDFGHJKL;

“I saw you and I thought it was you, but then maybe it was just someone who looked like you. I was contemplating to say hello but I just didn’t want to greet the wrong person. I didn’t mean to be a creep.”

My dude has a point tbh because i am the same hjaskdhajkda i never wanna say hi to the wrong person who looks like someone i know unless it is someone i know. sdfgdasda

“Careful,” you stated. “That could be you in a couple of years.”

QUEEN.

“Your wife is very beautiful, Sir,” he said in a low voice.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ME PUNCHING MY BED RN

“You’re getting used to it, aren’t you?” You asked, propping your chin on your hand.

“To what?”

“Getting mistaken as a married couple.”

“I kinda like it.”

KINDA? BISH WE KNOW YOU LOVE IT. SUPER LOVE IT.

Jay dodged it and laughed so hard he almost threw himself off the chair.

lololol the way i pictured this but with the boys around haahha

but the moment he placed his mouth on your neck you turned into putty.

we are weak for neck kisses, CANT HELP IT

Jay smirked before licking his lips. “Okay, Boss.”

e_e #notsusatall with our pls boss talk heheheheheh

“He recorded us kissing? Pervert.”

SHUT UP, JAY. SHUT UP LMAO YOU WERE DRUNK, DUMMY

Jay’s breath hitched as he paused to look at you. “Did we have sex? Oh my God, did I ejaculate too soon?”

IM WEAK AF STOP IT, NANA DJASDHAJSDJAAJAHAHAHAHA

T_T i am done with 6.5 and holy shit HOLY SHIT???? let me cry because this was so fucking cute. jay for the fucking win.

AAAAYEEEEE MY AWAITED REVIEW FROM SEC!JAY'S #1 FAN, HOW'S OUR CARMESI PINTEREST BOARD GOING???

Hwiyoung is AVAILABLE I forgot when but I think @yoursjaeyun is gonna make a spin-off of secretary!Hwi

not you relating to KOGA HAHDHADHAS no but fr sometimes I stare at a person too before greeting them but normally if I recognize them I am always right akjsdhakjshd

it's nice ISN'T IT this is my favorite part of the series so far and I am never gonna shut up about it and I am happy you finally got to read it!!!

[wannabesticcnotthicc]

(tw for sh & childhood sa & ed's & just abt repressed trauma in general)

feeling like such a shitty person rn bc I've secretly picked up the habit of smoking.

it's horrible bc 1, I steal the c1gs from my mom.

2, ik it would totally disappoint both my parents bc my mom smokes n they both battle w other substance 4bu5e issues and they always told me to never pick up smoking bc it's disgusting and a horrible habit & I'm sm better than that.

and 3, which is probably the worst, I had a pact w my boyfriend that neither of us would 4bu5e substances anymore, and if one rel4pses the other is then "allowed" to. and if the one person does it, it inherently means they don't actually give a fuck abt the other person. which is so untrue, I love him so much and would never want anything bad to happen to him, life is just so hard.

I recently found out I was SA'd by a family member as a child, my bf initially didn't believe me, my dad told me I should move out now while I'm still legally a minor bc he doesn't want to put up with me anymore, I just generally have a lot more fights with him which especially sucks bc I used to think he was the one person who truly loved me and saw me. and my mom is being nastier too and im Abt to graduate and it feels like everyone is moving on in their lives without me and I still haven't decided on a major, or fuck, if I even wanna go to college after this year or not, school takes up so much of my day and I feel like I have no time to myself to tidy up my room or keep up on my hygiene between that and seeing my bf. and my ed is coming back but rn just mentally so right now I just feel horrible abt my body without at least the small happiness of losing a few pounds.

idk, shit just sucks and it feels like I'm sinking.