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kpop-yes · 8 months

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Xiaoting x male reader - F*ck Practice, F*ck me instead

You woke up to the sun beaming down your my face and Ting on your chest, sleeping deeply,

And very loudly to say the least.

The last thing you could remember was being very drunk at a party and Ting having to walk you home,

___

It was around 2:00 in the morning and it felt like the party could go on forever, But you wouldn't last till 3, You were drunk as hell and could barely walk nor talk.

But all that mattered to you was that you could still see and hear and that's all that you cared about.

But to Ting, You looked like a drunk piece of mess that couldn't walk by himself. She could barely focus on partying without turning her back to look at you.

What made her reach her limit was you asking for yet another drink to wash down the other hundred bottles you already drank.

After saying bye to her friends, she walked over to you, made you stand up, put your arm on her shoulder, and supported you while walking back to your dorm.

You could barely register what was happening as the ringing in your ear didn't stop and you couldn't even see properly.

After reaching your dorm, Ting reached into your pockets snd dug out your keys.

After laying you down on your bed, Ting grabbed her bag and was about to walk out when you grabbed her hand,

"Stay Ting, Please".

"Fine, Only to make sure you don't die in your sleep".

___

And here you were, Ears still ringing and your vision still horrible but at least you had Ting by your side.

After staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes m, you realized how shit you smell and slowly crawled out of bed while trying not to wake Ting up.

Your plan was unsuccessful as Tong almost woke up instantly as you stood up.

"Morning Ting", you said while waving at her.

"What time is it Y/n?"

You looked at the clock, "1:35, why?"

Ting looked shocked and you couldn't help but giggle at her reaction.

"Did we really sleep for that long?!"

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyways Imma take a shower. Feel free to whatever you want as long as it's not illegal", you said while grabbing a pair of clothes and waved.

You assumed that she'd just end up leaving, so you left the bathroom door unlocked.

You took off your clothes and hopped inside the shower.

The first thing you did was put on shampoo and clean your body.

You heard a door close but you assumed it was Ting leaving, But oh how wrong you were.

You continued your shower session, which included a lot of lip syncing to songs and whistling.

After almost finishing your shower, all that was left was too put on your conditioner.

You grabbed your conditioner but heard something behind you.

"Let me see it, I can put it on your hair for you".

"Okay thanks, here", You passed the conditioner to whoever was behind you, not knowing who was behind you.

It wasn't until after a couple of seconds that you realized that someone else was in the shower with you.

You turned around in shock to see Tong standing there with a smile.

"What are you doing here?!" You shouted in confusion.

"What? You were going to hog all the hot water so I might as well be in here as well", She said while Squirting some conditioner on her hand,

"Now turn around so I can Put conditioner on your hair"

You did as she said and she applied the conditioner on your hair.

Her smooth and silky fingers ran through your hair as she thoroughly made sure every strand of hair was lathered in Conditioner.

After a couple minutes Ting sprayed water on your hair and gave you the conditioner,

"Here, now do my hair"

"O-Okay", you nervously responded as you squirted some conditioner on your hand.

You couldn't help but look down at her beautiful round ass.

She could obviously tell what you were looking at so she purposely dropped a brush and bent down to pick it up.

"Like what you see Y/n~"

"W-What, I don't know what you're talking about, now stand still so I can put the conditioner on your hair", You regretfully said.

You thoroughly went through her hair, but you couldn't really concentrate as she was purposely standing in a way where her ass was touching your legs and partly your member.

After thoroughly scrubbing the conditioner, you sprayed water over hair and washed the conditioner off.

"There, happy?"

"Very, But you know what else looks happy?"

She was obviously talking about your member as it was basically rock hard.

"I think your just talking nonsense Ting", You said and turned around to turn the water off.

Ting then hugged you from behind,

"Come on, let's have some fuuunnn, don't you want to know how it feels to have sex with a kpop star?"

"No, Besides you have practice today, what if you're late?"

"Fuck Practice! Id Rather have sex with you then go to practice!"

"No Ting, Your going to practice, I don't want to be the cause for you being late because you want to fuck".

You put on boxers and handed a towel to Xiaoting while still arguing,

"And? like I said, fuck practice, and Stop turning me down Y/n! I'm older than you so you should listen to your elders!"

"Your only half a month older than me? And right now your acting like immature brat!"

You walked to your room while

"Yeah, a brat that wants to have sex with you! Come on Y/n, it won't take that long!"

"I refuse to believe you, last time you told me that it wouldn't take long you missed your whole practice session and your company were on your ass for missing!"

You were about to put on pants when Ting pushed you onto the bed,

"Yeah well it wasn't my fault you wouldn't let mw ride you! If you didn't refuse I wouldn't have missed practice! So now you owe me!"

"I don't owe you shit! And you were still toing to miss practice without arguing! I'm not having sex with you Ting!"

"Why! Is it because you fucking hate my guts?!

"What?! I never said anything about hating your guts, besides if I hated you when we first met I wouldn't have been Rearranging Your guts in the first place!"

Ting climbed on top of you while pulling down your boxers,

"So then lets have sex Y/n! I promise it won't take that long", she begged.

You knew that it would take that long, but this argument would go nowhere if you kept arguing with her.

You knew she'd miss practice but if she wanted you that bad then you'll let her have you.

*exhale* "Okay fine, bug if you miss practice that'll be your fault Ting".

"I won't, besides you won't last long with someone like me~"

"Just cause your an idol that doesn't mean your automatically better at fucking someone Ting".

"Shush, let me handle this", she said as she slowly stroked your member.

Her speed slowly increased as she started spitting on your member.

She took a deep breath before taking your member whole.

It was a sight to see as you couldn't handle but moan at her actions.

Her gagging made you feel like you're in heaven.

She pulled back while gasping for air,

"Geez I don't remember your dick being this

big Y/n~".

You pug your hand on Ting, and after getting the okay signal, you started face fucking Ting. Her gagging made you move faster knowing that every time you hit the back of her throat with your member that you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

You started feeling a bit lightheaded, but nonetheless you kept face fucking Ting.

Looking at Ting, and her face covered in saliva and her eyes asking to be ruined.

The harder you face fucked Ting, the closer you were to your limit.

You felt your member twitching and realized you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

"Ah, Ting Your so fucking tight ah! I'm about to cum!"

And after a few seconds, you released your load into Ting's tight throat, You kept your member in her mouth for a minute before pulling out.

Ting immediately started gasping for air, showing how hard you fucked her mouth,

"Geez Y/n You really liked that didn't you, But now it's my turn~"

And with a swift spin, Ting was now on top of you.

"I've been waiting to do this since forever~"

adjusting yourself, you knew Ting was about to ride you hard, this was one of her biggest fantasies ever since you two started dating.

Ting started hovering above your member, slowly teasing it before slowly inserting herself into you.

She slowly slid herself while moaning the whole way.

When she reached the end of your member, that's when she started thrusting.

Moans escaping left and fight, as you two couldn't contain your emotions.

The more ting kept riding you the more you felt lightheaded.

You knew how ferocious ting could get and how much stress she had.

And know she was unloading all that stress on you.

Ting’s riding became more powerful as her ass smacking your lap increasingly became louder and so did her moans.

You tried you best to stop her moans and riding from getting to loud but there was no stopping Ting when she’s about to reach her climax.

To sort of neutralize the noise, you started making out with her, trying your best to mute out the loud moans coming from her.

“Mmm~, Fuck! Y/n! Im about to fucking cum! ah!”

And with one last, powerful, thrust, Both of you simultaneously orgasmed.

You spewed loads of your cum inside of her, Overfilling her, causing dome of your liquids to spill out of her vagina.

All you could do was stare at her and admire her body,

“One more round?”

#Xiaoting #Xiaoting smut #Kepler #Kep1er #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fanfic male reader #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop gg smut #Ting #Kpop gg

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spoonsock · 11 months

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3 AM shenanigans

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: It’s late, you’re hungry and your girlfriend can’t cook to save her life.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff and typical teenage fucking around late at night.

Not proofread. I’ve come to realization I never proofread anything I write. Oh well.

Take this short little thing instead of a part 2 for show me love, I’ll write it soon I swear 🙏 also I’m glad that the whole community agrees that Gwen can’t cook lmaoo.

“I’m hungry”

“And how’s that my problem?”

You push the absolute bully of your girlfriend. “Ouch”, she says monotonously, eyes still closed, and you glare at her, knowing darn well she can feel you doing so.

You’re sleeping over at her place, her dad’s not home and you’re both laying on her bed, trying to fall asleep but the grumbling of your stomach is interrupting you. You ate dinner but it has been a couple of hours since then and. You. Are. Hungry.

You turn on your back to glance at the clock on Gwen’s nightstand. 03:05 it says. Whatever, you think, it’s never to late to eat.

“Gwendyy, I’m staaaarvingggg”, you pout at her.

“No” is the only answer you get. “…Fine, I didn’t want to resort to this, but I guess you leave me no choice”, you say before getting up from the bed and grabbing both of Gwen’s arms and dragging her upwards. The attempt of getting her to get up doesn’t work and she falls from the bed, making a loud noise as she lands. Before you can process it, she grabs your knees and pulls, letting you to fall flat on your butt with a thump.

You pretend to be hurt and she actually gets worried for a second and you use that moment to grab her hands and pin them above her head, getting on top of her as she’s laying on the floor, not letting her move, and looking her dead in the eye before saying how you need to eat or you’ll die and it’ll be her fault *she know’s you’re exaggerating ofc*.

Unfortunately for you, your girlfriend is Spider-woman. Idk why would you even think you could overpower her, she literally has super strength. So she easily turns you over and pins your arms above your head before whisper yelling at you how there will be no food making at 3 in the morning. The two of you toss and turn on the floor for some time, like a pair of fucking toddlers, giggling and wiping the dust off of the floor with your pajamas.

Eventually Gwen gives in and you happily lead her to her own kitchen. You’ve never cooked in her kitchen though, meaning you don’t know where anything is, so your girlfriend tells you to sit still while she makes you something to eat.

“You know what, if I really have to cook for you in the middle of the night, Imma cook you the meal of your life”, she says and excitement builds up inside of you, wondering what kind of a Gordon Ramsay bullshit is she about to pull. You watch her patiently as she brings ingredients out of her fridge and pulls out a bowl and cutlery from different drawers. She heats up some oil in a big ass pot and then adds a thing after a thing in it.

After a while, you smell something burning and you ask her if everything’s okay, but she assures you it’s all doing great and you decide to ask no more, even though you definitely heard the panic in her voice.

Aside from that, she looks super confident in whatever she’s doing so you don’t even ask her what is she making for you, and honestly, you don’t even wanna know. You trust her and you’re hungry and you’ll eat whatever she makes for you.

Or at least that’s what you thought, until she put the big ass bowl™️ in front of you. And in it was a suspicious liquid mixture of pasta, different types of something green, carrots (hopefully?), corn, jelly????, mushrooms, bacon, and other suspicious stuff. Gwen hands you a spoon and smiles brightly, all the signs of tiredness disappeared, as if she wasn’t desperately trying to fall asleep cuddled up next to you, like, half of an hour ago.

“Bon appétit, babe”, she says, putting on a bad french accent.

Your girlfriend sits next to you, waiting for you to try the meal (?) she has prepared for you, and you give her a hesitant smile before dipping the spoon in the bowl and then putting it in your mouth.

You couldn’t even get yourself to swallow whatever you just put in your mouth because the feeling of it on your tongue made you immediately start to choke. It was sweet, salty, bitter, spicy and cold all at the same time. You run to get yourself some water, trying to lose the taste of it from your mouth while Gwen watches you confused. As you are drinking your water, she decides to try the meal herself and has the same reaction as you do.

So you just stand there silently, in her kitchen, staring at the big ass bowl™️ on the table. It seems as if something will jump out of it and attack you. The liquid reminds you of a swamp and you don’t feel hungry at all anymore.

Gwen sighs deeply. The two of you decide to go back to bed and try not to have nightmares of the meal your dear spider girlfriend has prepared for you. At least you know she put effort in trying to make you happy, which warms your heart and you pull her closer to you to press a kiss on her forehead.

When you wake up, you see her dad in the kitchen, sitting down and staring at the bowl intently and quietly, as if contemplating his whole existence because of the bowl. “You tried it, didn’t you?”, you ask and he slowly nods his head, obviously still in shock from the taste of the meal.

That was the day you decided you’ll be the one to prepare food from now on.

Guys she was trying to make minestrone (soup) bc she saw a recipe for it somewhere and she really wanted to try making it. She’s so precious 🥹💞

Yes I put trademark ™️ on the big ass bowl.

#gwen stacy x reader #into the spider verse #spider gwen #spider man: across the spider verse #spider woman #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x you #across the spiderverse #reader insert #ghost spider #spider woman x reader

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 10 months

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close to home | chapter fifteen

plot: when the reader falls ill, Daryl leaves to get medicine. Meanwhile, things worsen at the prison, and Daryl nearly doesn't make it back in time.

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,704 Warnings: violence, blood, sickness A/N: thanks for reading!

You didn’t hear that Sasha had fallen ill until later that day. You’d overheard someone talking about her when you stumbled into the bathroom to splash your face with water. You were boiling, despite the relatively cool indoor space. You were also shivering and achy on your feet.

After the craziness with Tyreese, you went to wash up and get something to eat, but by the time you returned to the cell, you were so dizzy you had to lie down. And when you woke up a couple of hours later in the afternoon, you felt like this.

You heard another rumor of a council meeting taking place and wondered why nobody came and got you while you went to the prison section where you met. You were only halfway there when you had to start using the wall to help you walk, and sweaty handprints left a trail behind you.

“She wasn’t in her cell when I went to get her. I’m not sure where she is,” You heard Carol saying as you approached the door. You started coughing as you slowly walked in. Everyone turned to look at you, but it was Daryl your eyes landed on.

“Daryl… something’s wrong,”

***

When Daryl saw you enter the room, he was on his feet and approaching you in a second. He’d managed to get to you as your knees gave out, and all your weight was put on him.

“Son uh bitch,” He cursed, looking at your sweaty face. Your eyes were rimmed red, and you looked like hell.

“Oh my God, (Y/N),” Carol said, hesitating to come over to you.

Daryl looked around the room, “Don’ everybod’ help at once!” He yelled.

“I don’t feel good,” You muttered, and he looked down at you again before looking at Hershel.

“What can we do?” He asked, “We ain’ lettin’ her die like this.”

“The illness won’t kill me,” You said as he helped you into one of the chairs.

Daryl looked up at Hershel, “Come on, old man, tell me what we gotta do,”

Your uncle looked at you sorrowfully and then at Daryl, “That veterinary college at West Peachtree College, that’s one place people might not have thought to look for medicine. We need to treat the symptoms. It's those that... that'll kill her.”

“That’s fifty miles from here,” Michonne said. She looked down at you and tried to control her panic.

“I’m goin’,” Daryl said, “As soon as we get ‘er to bed, I’m goin’,”

***

Getting you to the quarantine cell block was the longest walk of Daryl’s life. You seemed heavier in his arms, and your breathing wasn’t even. Every time he looked down at your face and saw how pale you were, he thought he was going to throw up. His heart was beating wildly, and his stomach sat like a rock.

The thought of leaving you behind in the cell block almost made him pause outside the doors, but for the safety of everyone else, he knew you had to be in there. So he pushed on through, breathing through a bandana.

Sasha sighed loudly when she saw him carrying you in, and she helped him find an open cell and get you settled. When someone yelled her name, she told Daryl she would look after you and then she was gone.

Daryl carefully laid you on the bed. Your face was sweaty, and you were shivering at the same time. He checked your forehead; you were burning up. Some part of him wanted to put a hole through the wall, but it was concrete walls, and he wouldn’t be able to help you with a broken hand.

“Daryl,” You mumbled.

“Imma go out and get you some meds,” He said, looking down at your pale face. “It’ll be all right, promise,”

He didn’t stick around to hear anything else.

***

You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it was dark when you woke up. You still felt as sick as you did earlier but a little clearer-minded. And your uncle’s voice from a few cells down forced you onto your feet.

The cell block was full of people coughing and groaning in pain. You wanted to lie down and join them, but that wasn’t who you were. So you slowly made your way to your uncle, who shook his head when he saw you.

“You should be resting,” Hershel said, closing one of the cell doors.

“I can help,” You said, following his actions and closing the doors. You couldn’t tell if people were dead or just sleeping, and you didn’t have the energy to check. But you forced yourself to keep moving. You closed another two cells before you started coughing again, and you leaned against the wall for support.

A hot metallic sensation filled your mouth, and you started coughing up blood. You tried to yell for your uncle, but you couldn’t make a sound. You could barely hear the sound of Lizzie yelling and then gunshots.

You glanced around the room and saw a few walkers roaming around. Above you, Lizzie was leading a walker down the hallway. You cursed loudly and grabbed your machete, aiming for the nearest walker. It took everything out of you, and you collapsed beside the dead body. Your body was too heavy to move, and you couldn’t respond when you heard your uncle yelling for you.

But you watched him lead the other walkers up the stairs and the following gunshots. You coughed up more blood and managed to get to your knees.

“(Y/N!)”

You looked up at Maggie as she ran toward you. “Stop, stop, I’m fine! Uncle Hershel… needs you…I think it’s Glenn….”

She nodded and went to find him, leaving you alone.

***

“What the hell….” Michonne said as they approached the prison.

Daryl stared at the section of the prison fence that had been pushed down, and thoughts of the prison being overrun filled his mind. Tyreese sped up and quickly reached the courtyard, where Carl and Rick were waiting.

“What happened?” Michonne asked as they all got out of the car. Daryl listened to Rick’s story as they grabbed the medical supply bags.

“Gunshots were coming from A,” Carl said.

Daryl didn’t need to hear anything more as he and Tyreese quickly ran toward the cell block. The two of them got into the block quickly, and the smell of sickness and death was heavy. Tyreese went off to find Sasha while Daryl looked around for you.

The sound of someone struggling to breathe caught his attention, and he ran towards the back of the block, finally finding you. Crimson blood covered your mouth as you choked on the liquid in your lungs, and your body was shaking as you were asphyxiating.

“Hershel! (Y/N)!” Daryl screamed, dropping to his knees next to you. Your face was blue, and your eyes were closed as you struggled to breathe.

“Get her on her side. She’s choking to death,” Hershel yelled from the second level.

Daryl carefully moved you so you were on your right side, and blood poured from your mouth as your body shook.

“Did you get another valve mask?” Hershel said.

“In the bag!”

Your uncle was quick as he dug through the bag. He momentarily glanced at you in fear before finding the mask and pulling it out. “On her back, careful now,”

“She’s dyin’!” Daryl yelled, grabbing the side of your face as more blood spilled from your mouth. Your chokes were getting harder, and your body was shaking furiously.

“Hold her down!” Hershel yelled.

Daryl pinned your arms down and used his body to hold your legs while watching in horror as your uncle started shoving a pipe down your throat. Your body struggled against the intrusion, and Daryl had to look away, trying to block out the painful gasps as you continued to choke. Your body was thrashing uncontrollably, and Daryl tried his hardest to pin you down.

“Come on (Y/N)!” Your uncle yelled.

Finally, the pipe set in, and air-filled your lungs. Your body stilled, and Daryl looked at your blood-covered face. He blinked away hot tears and sat back, watching your chest rise and fall with each pump.

“Maggie’s up there keeping Glenn breathing. You need to do the same for her. I have to get the medication ready with Bob,” Hershel said.

Daryl hadn’t even noticed Bob had shown up, and his anger towards the man dissipated when he remembered that Bob and Hershel would be saving your life.

“Slow and steady, every few seconds,” Hershel said, quickly showing Daryl how to pump the air into your lungs. After a second, he passed the pump to Daryl.

He blocked the sound of Hershel and Bob’s conversation and stared at your face. There was blood everywhere, and it still had a tinge of blue. Your hair was coated in blood, spit, and bile. Your skin was pale and sticky with sweat. But your chest was moving in rhythm, and he couldn’t be more thankful for showing up when he did.

He couldn’t stop tears from falling this time and allowed himself a few seconds to grieve what had happened. You had nearly died before him; he almost didn’t make it. And the idea of you not being around anymore would’ve been enough to bring him to his knees if he wasn’t already on them.

He wanted to hold you against his chest, feel your heartbeat, and hear your laugh. He wanted to roll his eyes at your stupid sarcastic comments and watch your eyes light up when you spotted a trail using the tracking skills he’d taught you. He wanted to see you frown when you took down an animal and then shake your head in agreement when he told you it was for the best. He wanted to cry at the idea of you almost dying and wrap himself around you to keep you there.

But he didn't do any of that. Instead, he sat there and kept a steady rhythm and brought life back into your body.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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bandgie · 8 months

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Ateez MTL Pussy Eating

first thing: okay so obviously! this is an 18+ ONLY blog and content. I've had to block a minor already and imma admit im not rocking with it. I understand cuz god knows what I was doing when I had wattpad as a literal child. but now as an adult, its weird. anywho...

So! these are my personal beliefs about the Ateez members and whether or not they enjoy eating pussy. this is not to represent them in anyway, just me being a disgusting creature

cw: pussy eating, pussy slapping, biting, thigh grabbing, fondling, tit grabbing, oral ranging from sweet to rough, face riding, anything you think of when eating/getting head

lets go!

✮ So first we have Seongwha on the list. sorry but my man loves to ravage your pussy. I think this is common knowledge honestly, I mean, bro said he 'can't control his tongue' yk. I personally think he does it to pass time, cuz he misses the taste, cuz he simply just wants to, the reasons are endless. He'll start off innocent, maybe ya'll are watching a movie and he just leans his head into your shoulder. You lean you head on top his head, its cute, right? wrong! he gets access to your neck and he knows you loovveee little neck kisses. He'll start there, all cute and adorable until he bites down. (my man gets those aggression cuteness too). then you really have no choice but to let your lover slide off the couch to spread your thighs. your ass would be at the edge of the couch, underwear merely pulled to the side cuz he just couldn't spare any second before his tongue was on you. no worries though, he's still really caring even when he's biting on your inner thighs so hard you think it'll leave a mark for days. Super vocal in moans! says little words here and there but he usually just mumbles them. His hands are exploring you too, rubbing on your sensitive spots to really get you wet. my man lovvvesss dripping with you when he's done, you have to literally force his head away because of how overstimulated you are

✮ Mingi is so close to being first, but he just doesn't do it as often as Seongwha (which might be a good thing). Still, he really enjoys stuffing his face with your cunt, nose deep and everything. When you're working on an assignment and you just so stressed? man, he's doing it out the kindness of his heart honestly. Your frustrated sighs quickly turning into pleasure when his tongue flicks over you. Mingi prefers to keep his hands on your thighs to keep your legs open. you tend to have a habit of suffocating him, and although he loves being squished by your plush thighs, he needs to stay conscious to taste your cum. bro does tend to overstimulate you too, but he doesn't push your limits too much. totally makes out with you when you finish on his tongue btw.

✮ Wooyoung loves when you use his face. Imagine being on the bed, you hovering over him with his eager eyes on your pussy. You were nervous at first, to hurt him. He had to tell you time and time again that it would be fine, and that it would actually be an honor to die from your cunt. He keeps his hands on your ass, carefully rocking you back and forth on his tongue. You told him to keep his eyes closed, embarrassed by the angle but he refused. He just loves seeing you get lost in the pleasure. The way your hands play with your tits, your nipples. How your mouth falls open in pretty little moans. God, you really are a gift from God himself. I feel like Wooyoung is vocal, both in moans and words. Telling you how good you are (he is a praiser for sure) and that you can be more aggressive with him. he even begs for you to squirt on his face and to keep letting him make you cum even if your legs are shaking. he's a big boy he can take it. however, unlike the last two, wooyoung does like getting something back in return. He won't force you, he rarely even asks you, but you can tell with how bad he's whimpering that his poor cock is aching to be touched. You don't though, because that's when you can do the 69 position.

✮ Yunho is next, and for some reason I feel like a lot of people won't agree with me, but here me out! cuz I feel like he's the type to eat you out because he feels bad. okay maybe not feel bad, but because you're doing so good for him he should do good for you. He's a big guy ya know? so I think he really like using that to his advantage when eating you out. I'll try my best to describe the position...so you're on your back okay? knees up and open while he's kneeling besides your head, cock out. His long fingers play with your folds while you suck him off. He does make you cum with his tongue or fingers, he's just a little better with his cock. I feel like he def has to potential to be a god at pussy eating, he gives me such pleasure dom vibes. I think he just needs a little more practice, any volunteers?

✮ Hongjoong is next and I think he's similar to Yunho, just not as kinky. I think he keeps things pretty vanilla, not too handsy nor messy. He likes it when you're flat on your back, gives him a good view of your tits and face. He def talks you through it, he's just loves knowing how good he's making you feel. He also will have you sit on his face, but I don't think it lasts very long. I don't think he likes being suffocated very much, he likes to have full control of your legs, ass, pussy, you. It's not like you have to give him something in return every time, but does love saying shit like "making my dick so hard baby, gotta cum in that pretty little mouth later.'" Makes you cum quick honestly, its embarrassing. He doesn't continue though once you've finished, unless you ask him.

✮ I know a bunch of people are gonna be mad at me for putting San towards the bottom...I am not sorry. I dunno man I think he gets nervous. he's shy, and he likes to dance around things. The members say he's completely different off camera, and I think it's similar in the bedroom. He does love pleasuring you, but much rather would do it with his cock. He'll never say no though if you ask, and you do ask a lot. He's so good at it, you don't even know if he knows how talented he is. San does get pussy drunk, bro is literally lost in the sauce. It's like his persona on stage right before you between your legs. He's like wooyoung where he both moans and talks through your orgasm. Just doesn't prefer to do it, he's got a beautiful cock why would you want anything else?

✮ Jongho totally does love eating your pussy, just doesn't do it often. It's more like a foreplay thing, and he rarely does it outside of it. Like san though, he gets pussy drunk. You just sound so good to him, your cunt so soft on his tongue. He also loves looking at your sex, just kind of admiring it. He's just so amazed that your little pussy can handle so much. Jongho's cock isn't for the faint of heart (that's for another time) so just to see how tight you already are with just his tongue inside is breathtaking. I think he does like making you squirm with pleasure, too much pleasure. Holds you down by the waist to keep you still and he drools on your pussy. I think he's into overstimulating you, it's just something he has to awaken first. Be patient with him, my man has potential.

✮ I really feel weird putting Yeosang at the bottom, but he just doesn't give me any sexual prowess imma be totally honest. I mean he totally looks good on stage, in normal clothes, in anything period. He just is so fairy and babygirl I can't see him doing anything deemed 'dirty.' I do think, however, that he prefers to receive head than the give it. Bro just thinks you looks really pretty stuffed, and he loves pretty things. I mean he will eat you out, it's just a rare occurrence. He's super gentle, sweet, caring. He leaves kisses all over you, making sure you're totally comfortable for him. I allssooo think he gets a little pussy drunk, but he's pretty quick to snap out of it. I think he almost scares him how addicting your taste can be, he doesn't really think it's normal. Yeosang can be a little air headed at times (still love him though) so you literally have to explain to him that that's actually a good thing. It's still a learning process with him, he just has to learn on his own about his own feelings.

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honoviadakai · 5 months

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How team Urameshi takes care of a sick person! 🤒

(I’ve been pulling my brains out all day and running a high fever. Instead of you know…seeking medical help outside of a corner store pharmacy…imma let my creative juices flow!)

Cw: mentions of vomiting, flu symptoms, lack of common sense(it’ll make sense when you reach it)

Yusuke:

First off

Why was this the first guy you went to for medical care???

Like he’s not the worst but…

There are better options!

Also, depending on who you are, he might make it worse by accident

Ok so if your a friend, like one of the guys or just someone he’s chill with, just go find an actual doctor

He’s gonna do the bare minimum

But not entirely because he’s lazy

It’s mostly cuz…how the fuck is he supposed to help Jin’s fever when there’s a mini hurricane happening in the room???

Like he can barely take care of a human

How’s he supposed to take care of his demon friends when they’re all different species!?

The best thing he’s gonna do is refer them to Genkai or Kurama

That being said, he does makes an amazing chicken noodle soup!

Everyone gets one big bowl of the stuff when he finds out someone’s sick

Seriously that shit should be labeled as a miracle cure or something

Now if you’re family/a s/o there is a drastic difference

He’s gonna be attentive

But he’s still not gonna know what to do beyond getting antibiotics and soup

So he’s gonna get Kurama, Genkai AND a doctor at the same time

He has faith his friends won’t die from a cold

His family and lover though???

Yeeeeah

He’s gonna internally panic and do what he can to help you recover

It’s a funny dichotomy tbh xD

Kuwabara:

It does not matter who you are to him

You could be a friend, a lover, a family member, a classmate, a coworker, a complete fucking stranger even! Mans ain’t leaving you hanging. Period.

He’s getting all the medicine he can from the pharmacy

He’s making you nice warm soup

If you need to go to the doctor, he’s making the appointment, taking you to the appointment and even attending the appointment with you!

The ONLY difference in who gets what from him is his lover & occasionally his sister get sleepy sick cuddles

His lover is also getting forehead kisses if they ask for it

Yeah, there’s a possibility that he’s gonna get sick later

But he doesn’t care!

You need his help! Repercussions be damned! 😤

Kurama:

This has the funniest dichotomy between friends and lovers 😂

If you’re a friend, he gonna do one of two things

If its just a mild cold, he’ll prescribe some herbal tea he made

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

If it’s bad like a high fever, he’ll come to your house and be the best doctor you’ve ever had

Like he’s literally a home doctor without the paycheck

Pure professionalism

He comes in, assesses the issues and quickly does everything he can to cure the illness as fast as possible

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

Now let’s say your family or a lover

He’s at your beck and call 📞 🔔

You want tea? It’s already steeping

You want back rubs? He’s got a rose scented lotion to help ease your aching muscles

You want sleepy cuddles while the meds kick in? Scoot over, he’s cuddling you for the rest of the evening!

He’s low key spoiling you

To be fair…you feel icky, you deserve it!

So just let it happen

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

…but juuuuust in case…stay in bed till you’re 1000% better 😌

Hiei:

…

Was no one else available???

Is the doctor’s office closed or something???

What chain of events led you to go to Hiei of all people for medical help???????

Like even if you’re his lover…why did you come to him for help on curing the flu????

He doesn’t know what that is!!

Like…if I had to summarize what he’s like when you’re sick….

It’s this

This is the closest to “helpful” he’s gonna be

Especially if you’re his friend/ally

He’s just…not gonna do much…

He’ll maybe go grab Kurama…maybe…

He might just honestly tell him in passing you’re sick and that’s it…

If you’re family or a lover, he’s at least more nice to you

Like he’s actually gonna check up on you

He doesn’t know the first thing about tending to the ill so he’s definitely gonna grab Kurama and basically demand he heals you

He’s not gonna let you out of his sight till he knows you’re 1000% better

He might not be in the same room as you the whole time though

Honestly he might be watching you from a tree a good 5 miles from your house…but he’s still making sure you’re ok

He honestly feels useless so him essentially protecting you is his way of feeling like he’s actually being helpful

Not sure what he’s protecting you from exactly when the virus is already in your body but just let him have it, it’s how he shows he cares

#yu yu hakusho #team urameshi #yusuke urameshi #kuwabara kazuma #Kurama #yoko kurama #shuichi minamino #Hiei #sickness

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what4wh0re · 5 months

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little Drabble Ig (Peter Maximoff x normal Fem!Reader)

Authors Note: Hii this is like my first time writing again since like 2020-2019, aka my wattpad era (ToT), so I hope it's not totally horrible! There will 100% be million of grammatical issues and mistakes! -Jaz

Summary: You and Peter are friends who just happen to be roommates. After turning 21 you and Peter decided to get an apartment together since you don't like living alone, and he needs to get out of his mothers basement. Months later he gets a Super Nintendo and decides to show you, and teach you how to play..

warnings: kissing, suggestive comments, fluffiest fluff ever, and bad writing.

You had just gotten done with training some students, and had started getting ready to go home. Then you hear someone clear their throat, you turn to see your favorite boy with silver hair, Peter.

You smile, 'what do you want?' He smirks 'babe, you know I always come to see you after your training'

turning from him to grab your bag off the floor, 'I know, but you look like you need to tell me something' standing up to turn him, he then crouched down, signaling you to get on his back.

'get on, we're goin home' you nodded getting on his back, shutting your eyes and holding him tightly. In seconds you're back at your guy's apartment.

He smiles, leaving you on his bed, 'you can lay down on my bed for a minute, imma go change n' get, The Coolest Thing Ever! You'll love it!' He is such a dork, honestly.

Looking around his room, it matches him so well, like those teen boy rooms from the movies; game posters, arcade machines, light grey walls, book shelves loaded with comics, and the messiest closet ever.

Speaking of closet, you decided to grab one of his shirts and change into it, taking off your previous clothes. Leaving you in his shirt and your shorts, he always has a pair of your shorts in his closet, you're always in his room or he's always in yours.

He comes out in his own merch.

You burst out laughing, taking a photo of him on his polaroid, you take the photo out and hold onto it with your life, as he walks over to you.

'sweetheart, can I see that photo?' He says as sweetly as possible. 'no, I love this photo!' you laugh.

'You haven't even seen it yet, it's not even done developing, hon.'

'so, it's almost done, and I just know that it's a cute photo'

'how so?' you smirk, deciding to tease him a bit 'cause it's you, and you know that you're cute.' He blushes, he's so adorable, he blushes, and always becomes a bit shy after a compliment, especially from you.

He rubs his neck, looking away from you for a moment. 'Yeah, I knew that, I know that. Uhm,' he clears his throat, 'yeah, oh, Oh, I wanted to show you, this,' He pulls a box from his desk drawer, A Super Nintendo box. He grins ear to ear.

'I thought that maybe you'd like to play with me or something, it's two player, so yeah.'

I smiled, sitting up to watch him set the game up. God he is just the best; cute, funny, dorky, and the sweetest boy ever. And he looks so good doing anything, but right know he looks like an angel.

He looks back at you, 'finished, how d'ya like it?' you smile 'I love it'

He sits on the edge of his bed holding the first player controller, giving you the second, you sit next to him, more like on him, but it's not like he minds, he's having the best day ever.

You in his room, with him, laying on him, playing a game with him, looking at him with those eyes. God, he could just die, and it's been like this for almost a month now, you and him together everyday, he just loves life.

you guys continue to play almost every game on the disk for hours, two hours, and 57 minutes. After changing into three different positions to get comfortable you end up, with him laying on your back and you laying on your stomach.

Turning to look at him 'wanna watch a movie and eat snacks?' he nods and scoops you into his arms walking to your room, 'I'd rather eat you, ya know, winking, before you hit his chest jokingly, laughing a bit. He then throws you on the bed, and jumps onto your bed, with you underneath him.

He stares at you, mostly your lips, okay, you're starting at his lips, so what. You think about what would happen if you kissed him. Only for your thoughts to be cut off by his lips.

He kissed you softly, then panicked breaking away, 'Peter, why did you-' he sits up, apologizing like crazy, 'I'm so sorry, I just, oh my god, I didn't mean too, well I did, but I should've asked first, I'm soso-' only to be cut off by your lips.

Grinning as he kissed back pulling you into his lap, 'Oh, so you feel the same?' he questioned your actions 'Peter, I've liked you for a year now. Of course I like you.'

He smiles, cupping your face 'I like you too, I like you like, a lot, a lot. I've been trying to find the right time to say it, but would you officially go on a date with me as my girlfriend?'

You bite back a smile 'Yes, of course. Boyfriend.' kissing him deeper than before, making him settle his hands onto your hips pulling you closer his chest.

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So was that like okay, I'm very good at using Tumblr in fact I've never really used Tumblr in a writing/typing setting, so, yeah. Let me know if you like want a part two I guess, idk maybe I'll write smut for it. I'll try to post at least like twice a week. I will probably be writing for like Evan Peters/some of his characters, Jack Champion/some of his characters, and TASM Spiderman/Andrew Garfield. -Jaz

#peter maximoff x reader #x men #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #peter maximoff fluff #x men fluff #evan peters #Evan peters fluff

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p-redux · 7 months

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Sam Heughan and Amanda Tutschek Video Alert!

Soooo, because SO many people have been asking for the New Video of Sam Heughan talking to model/artist, Amanda Tutschek and MAINLY because I don't want to deprive anyone from hearing HOW SEXY Sam sounds, imma make an exception and post the video that Sam hater, Purv hater shared. I gotta give the people what they want, right? 😉

Scroll down her post and you'll see the video. Sound up, please. 👇 It's Sam walking around his house in Glasgow and he's talking to Amanda showing her the art work he's got. His voice is so bedroomy. That "I was thinking about you," is panty melting. He's not even in bed with her, imagine how he sounds when he's in bed with a woman? I would die! I'm sweating as I write this. Check it out and be prepared to change your panties. 👇

It cracks me up that Amanda put his house is in Ireland instead of Scotland hahaha. Who cares where he lives, as long as he sounds like THAT, right ? 😊

Anyhoo, there you have it, peeps. Sam sounding sexy as fuck. Seee, more proof he makes grown women lose their minds---I posted from someone I said I'd never post, but I have no shame when it comes to getting what I want, and giving you what you want. 🤗

It seems they've known each other since 2020. I don't know if they still "see" each other from time to time, or it's all in the past. But one thing is for sure, a man doesn't use THAT voice with "just a friend."

Here's my post from earlier today with more info about Amanda. 👇

Amanda posted it publicly so don't bother coming at me for posting it even after she deleted it.

And any mean girls who want to live dangerously today, and come at me for posting from the Sam hater blog, guess what? I don't care. I do what I want on MY blog. Love it or leave it.

#samheughan #sam heughan #amanda tutschek #samanda #video

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eclecticqueennerd · 10 months

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Confessions

Part 4

*language, drug use, mild violence, angst*

After finding Soldier Boy roaming around a neighborhood in New York, you and Hughie stashed him away in some janky motel to which Hughie promptly texted Butcher to tell him the address. Soldier Boy sat on the creaky bed across the room, head in his hands while you and Hughie watched from a distance.

“Can you believe that bitch sold me out to the Russians? Man, I thought she loved me.”

“It never fails that our loved ones find some way to disappoint us.” You lament. Hughie looks at you and shook his head, almost pleading with you not to speak further. Soldier Boy looks up and meets your eyes.

“I thought that they were my friends. But in the end, they fucking hated me. They weren’t even paid!” You noticed a light glowing coming from under his shirt, similar to the glow you first saw back in Russia when Kimiko was attacked. Hughie shifted closer to the door but you slowly approached Soldier Boy and knelt in front of him. You placed a hand on the top of his,

“I’m so sorry. It seems that some people don’t understand the concept of loyalty nowadays. Your pain, I get it.” The two of you stayed there for a few minutes, eyes locked. God you seriously hoped this calms him down otherwise you’re all fucked. The glowing dissipated and Soldier Boy looked to the ground, taking a deep breath and gave a curt nod.

You backed up and sat at the table next to the bed. He wants validation, if it means we don’t fucking die, I can give him that. Silence fell upon the room and then,

“Your friend is taking forever; can I get a burger and some reefer while we wait? I’m fucking starving.” Hughie looked at you expectantly, you sighed. Soldier Boy caught the transaction.

“No not her, she stays. You go get it twig.”

“But-“

“It’s okay. I’ll get it. Imma use the bathroom real quick.” You hear pounding on the motel door as you step out of the bathroom. This made both you and Solider Boy jump. Hughie looked through the peep hole and opened the door.

“Ugh, God dude you stink. You need a shower.”

“Nice to see ya too ya prick.”

“What were you even doing last night? Drinking the whole bar?”

“Maeve dropped by with some more Temp-V, we started drinkin’ and one thing led to another…” Butcher turned around and saw you standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Aww fuck, he thought.

It was like someone punched you through the chest and ripped out your still beating heart. Butcher will work with a supe, he will be a supe, he’ll even fuck a supe, but he’ll never love one. You walked past the three men towards the door to leave.

“Make sure you get extra bacon!” Soldier Boy calls out.

Good goddamn that line in the lobby for burgers was too long. You do your best not to lose your temper with the workers, they’re being paid shit wages, working for a shit company just to get by in this shit world. You succeed in your efforts and even go so far as to lash out some of your anger towards a Karen waiting for extra ketchup packets busy berating some poor bright-eyed teenager. You turned the corner and then your phone notification goes off,

-He wants bennies too- Yeah, fuck you, Butcher you thought as you opened the gated door, punched in a string of numbers into the keypad and descend the stairs to the dealer Butcher recommended. How convenient that your two destinations were close by to each other.

“You must be y/n, about time! Butcher said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.”

“Hey sorry I’m late, I had to pick something up before this and it took a while.”

“I don’t care, you got the money?”

“Yeah, and I need bennies too.”

“I need bennies too.” The dealer said in a mocking tone. You let the attitude pass and toss the dealer a pile of bills, he counts it and then pockets the cash.

“You’re short.”

“The hell I’m fucking not. Count it again.”

“You think I’m fucking dumb and don’t know how to count? You’re short.”

“Come on, you really think I’m gonna stiff ya?”

“You know and work with Butcher, but I don’t know ya and I don’t trust ya.”

“Yeah well, I aint Butcher, you can trust me. It’s all there.” The dealer approached you quickly and withdrew a pocketknife and held it to your throat.

“You better not fuck with me. Now give me the rest of my money bitch.” With all the events happening lately, you couldn’t contain your rage and snapped. You pushed the dealer far enough away to give the dealer a backhanded slap and a loud crack echoed through the den. The dealer fell to the floor, limp. Realizing what you just did, you knelt and checked for a pulse. Fuck, I just killed the bastard. You took the cash from his pocket and grabbed the pot and bennies and left the hideout.

Walking into the motel room, you set your key onto the nightstand and set the food items down on the dining table. Soldier Boy got up from the bed and made his way to the table and started eating his fries. You took the open chair across from him and rubbed at your temples.

“Fuckin took ya long enough. Almost had to send out a damn search party to go find ya.” Butcher exclaimed, throwing his magazine to the side as he approached the table.

“I don’t see why you care.” Butcher’s eyes go dark.

“I believe it or not I care that you get taken, again. I just don’t want you gettin all fucked up and spillin the beans about what me and the boys are up to.”

“You know what Butcher?” you rose from your seat and got in his face. Butcher had a slight look of surprise in his eyes, but it went as quickly as it came.

“If you two are gonna bitch and moan, do it outside and let me enjoy my burger in peace.” Butcher and you stared at each other, neither of you budging from your spot. Your blood was on fire with rage. You’re fucking tired of being treated like shit from Butcher and goddamnit if he wanted to fight, fight you will. Soldier Boy, mouth full of burger said,

“You, Queen Elizabeth, get the fuck out and take the twig with you.” Butcher’s mouth curled up into a smug grin.

“Come on Hughie, we got shit we gotta do.”

You sat back on the chair hard while holding your face in your hands after the motel room door slammed shut. God he’s so infuriating! You wanna yell at Butcher, you wanna fight him, you wanna throw shit, you wanna cry out all your frustrations. But you can’t. Soldier Boy doesn’t need a first-class ticket to your inner turmoil and he’s unstable enough without the addition to all your bullshit.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

“We’re not lovers.”

“Coulda fuckin fooled me.” Soldier Boy spilled the bennies on the table and took his knife out. Using the butt end of the knife he crushed the pills into a powder and snorted them.

“What’s his problem?” You look at him while he wipes the leftover dust on his nose.

“What isn’t Butchers problem?” you retorted.

“What’s his problem with you?”

“That I’m a supe.” Soldier Boy was expecting you to elaborate but you didn’t, that’s the gist of it.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“What a fuckin pussy.” You giggled but then it morphed into full blown gut busting laughter. You’ve never heard anyone call Butcher a pussy, they were all too scared of what he’s do to them and lately yeah, Butcher has been acting like a pussy. You missed his smirk and glint in Solder Boys eyes while he watched you laugh. By the time you’ve settled down, tears were streaming down your face.

“Ugh, sorry.” You said, looking around trying to find something to wipe them off with. Soldier Boy reached into his bag and produced a napkin for you.

“Don’t be. He must’ve put you through some shit.”

“Yes, he has.”

“You should get back at him.” You gave Soldier Boy a puzzled look. “And by get back at him I mean show him he has no power over you. Best way to get under a guy’s skin, is show him you don’t fuckin need him.”

Soldier Boys right. You don’t need Butcher, he needs you. You’re the one that holds the group together, you’re the one that patches everyone up after a fight, you’re the one that comes up with creative ways of getting a job done.

“By the way, nothing’s wrong with you for being a supe. A real man would stand by his girl no matter what.” Butterflies began in your stomach, you glance down at the table.

“Unless that girl pawns him off to the Russians.” Your eyes went wide, and Soldier Boy let out a gut bursting laugh. You cracked a smile and chuckled slightly.

“Thanks for the pep talk Solider Boy.”

“Not Solider Boy. Call me Ben.”

#billy butcher #frenchie #mothers milk #the boys #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #kimiko the boys #karl urban #billy butcher x reader #the boys amazon #jensen ackles #angst #Spotify

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queenie-blackthorn · 7 months

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in honor of world mental health day heres my story below the cut :)

kinda hard to talk abt this cause its somewhat triggering and ik theres gonna be ppl who think im just an emo 15 y/o, but i swear im not tryna be dramatic. im tryna make peace with my past, and also show others that despite everything, you can make it.

also, im tryna show that healing isnt all sunshine and daises. theres the good, the bad, and the ugly. you can and will survive it all

tw: sewerslide attempt, abusive parents, self harm, violence ig ?

ive died two times in my life so far.

the first time, it was my parents who killed me. december 31st, 2020, ~1.15am. i remember dragging across the hallway in my house, a throbbing sensation in my thigh, the mark already turning purple. i walked past my younger sisters' room, where my cousin was sleeping over with them, and i remember climbing into bed, hugging my pillow, crying against the pillow. that night, it was my innocence that died. my childhood happiness, per se. i remember swearing to myself in those final moments before darkness that id never forget that day. december 31st, 2020, ~1.15am.

the time between my two deaths was filled with barely anything other than self loathing. i remember trying to set goals for myself, reasons to live. i tried out new hobbies. i was never able to meet those goals, and all the hobbies bored me.

i met some of the best people ever during that time. i also met some of the worst. i might sound dramatic, cause im young and impressionable, but the people i met during that time genuinely shaped who i am. i dont wanna act like im an old soul or anything, cause im sure that in a few years imma look back and think, "shit, i was really immature." but i matured faster than others my age. i found myself faster, found things i liked, found love, found out i hated being in love.

and then i died again.

this was a recent death. june 22, 2023. my mental health had been deteriorating for months prior – i still have scars on my arms.

it was a slower death compared to the last one. i started dying at around 4.00pm. it went on for an hour before the pain became unbearable and i confessed to my parents. i didnt want to go to the hospital, i was scared of what theyd do. i threw up seven times before giving in at about 8.00pm. they took me to the hospital. i was told told me i was lucky to be alive, that my liver was still functional. i didnt feel lucky. i felt like death wouldve been less painful. my head was spinning

i died in that hospital bed, at ~9.40pm, with my eyes wide open, my mom sitting near me. my thoughts at the time were along the lines of this:

im quite literally a child in the eyes of the world. ive done nothing. i have a psychology exam tomorrow. i have a book im halfway done writing, and a new story thats been brewing in my head for months. but if i die now, ill never get to finish any of that. ill never succeed. ill never be able to spit in the faces of the girls who bullied me, of the teachers who doubted me. why would i do this to myself? why would i rob myself of that chance?

so i died. but not the same way as last time. this time, it was the poisonous me that died, the me that whispered in my ear that my life would amount to nothing, that everyone else had it better, that you either succeed or you dont.

and when i died the second time, something happened that didnt happen the first time.

i was reborn.

at the time of me writing this, its been less than four months since my rebirth. in those four months:

i decided to change the world somehow. not necessarily by finding the cure to cancer or anything, id be satisfied if it was just a cute lil video i made going viral. as long as theres someone out there who i changed

i finished about six chapters of my book

i began writing the story that had been brewing in my head

i started lifting weights to make myself feel better abt how i looked

i got closer to god. stopped missing prayer

i moved schools, leaving behind both bullies and friends

i started focusing on my studies

i tried to fix my relationships with my parents and my siblings

dont get me wrong. none of these are completed. im still an extreme case of nobody-ness. i havent finished writing either of my stories. i still skip out on working out a lot i still only do the bare minimum in terms of religion. im still struggling to catch up in school to make up for my three years of burnout. my relationship with my family is still kinda weird

and i still feel like im dying sometimes. its not like i changed overnight and all those suicidal thoughts and feelings of drowning just disappeared when the sunrays came up. theres still a lot of issues in my life.

but i have faith in myself. in my ability to change the things that can be changed. in creating happiness where theres room for it to be made.

and if finding happiness a losing battle?

well, ill fight like its the fucking boudican revolt.

#mental health day #world mental health day #october 10 #tw sewerslide attempt #tw mentions of death #tw mentions of self harm #tw self destructive behavior #road to recovery

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djljpanda · 1 year

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May I request a Wednesday x fem reader who is sick while on her period. I am right now, and it really sucks and I want the cold love and affection for Wednesday right now. I have also noticed that no one has written a Wednesday x reader on period yet, so good luck my friend! 👍🏻 💜

Thank You For The Luck Imma Need It.

💜

You weren't feeling so good. It was that time of month again and it was hitting you hard.

Your cramps were hurting so bad you had sit up on your bad as you felt you couldn't move. But you had to push yourself to grab some pain killers.

You sat up again in your bed with you taking deep breaths. You were calming down till you heard a knock at your door. "Who is it!", you yelled at bit irritated only to met by an a emotionless voice.

"Y/n, are you alright?" "Wednesday come in", Wednesday to walk in seeing you on your bed holding onto your stomach, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, as there were tear at the corner of your eyes. "Y/n, darling, what's wrong did someone hurt you" "No, no its just that time again" "Looks like you took some pain killers", Wednesday said as she looked at your desk right next to your bed. "Wednesday can you hold me...please", Wednesday without a second passed she was right by you holding your hand as she tried her best to comfort you.

But even with the help of your girlfriend your cramps were still hurting. "Wednesday, love can you ask Enid for her heat pad please" "I will but do you need anything else" "Just that and some water".

Wednesday left your room but before she can walk of she told Thing to make sure you will be alright.

Wednesday opened the door walking straight to Enid, as she felt afraid. "Enid heat pad Now" "Well looks like you do need it" "Not for me it's for Y/n", Enid gave her the heat pad as Wednesday left to go get you the water you asked for.

Wednesday came back seeing how you were now laying down with Thing right beside you. "Amour sorry I took so long but I had to get you some snacks and some extra pads just in case" "You didn't have to love but thank you".

Wednesday sat beside you as she put the heat pad on your stomach with you holding onto her hand.

For the whole day Wednesday did not leave you she didn't even leave for her hour of writing time, but she did talk about it with you. She didn't fall asleep till she was sure you were sleeping comfortably.

She even woke up the early morning as you begged for your pain killers. She for the whole time was your little servant.

As the time was ending and your pains were going away you couldn't thank her enough. "Again thank you love for all of that" "Mi Amour you don't need to thank me I did it because we are suppose to die together" "Don't worry we will".

So if you have any Period pains Wednesday is not afraid of helping you.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday x fem reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 years

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Funtime crew my beloved <3

So imma just put this out there, you and Funtime Freddy are going to get along the best to be honest. I feel like his main love language is touch, and he isn’t afraid to steal you away from any others you may be spending time with.

any time you pull him into an embrace or, heaven forbid, you kiss him……let’s just say you won’t be leaving for a VERY long time, and he’s not afraid to harm others who try to take you

as stated above, any affection you give him will be returned tenfold, and BonBon is more than happy to help to keep you at bay should you ever try to struggle out of his iron grip.

now onto our favorite clown, Baby. Baby’s love language is acts of service and quality time, she knows all your favorite songs by heart and would love to give you a performance while holding you tightly to her in a locked room while the others are trying to break down the door to get you.

her favorite thing is to have you sitting in her lap while her hands mess with your hair and you slowly start to drift off. She just can’t help it! You look so at peace relaxing into her hold! :)

Ever the mom friend, Ballora prioritizes in making sure you get some TLC incase one of the others are ever to rough with you, oh, and don’t worry, she makes sure to get them back one hundred times worse later. She always has a first aid kit on hand, and is more than happy to kiss any bruises or cuts you may accumulate.

often times, she will pull you close and dance with you, gently swaying and cooing as you melt into her touch. Often times she will send the minirenas to spy on you when you are with someone else, and have them report back to her everything that was said and done.

and finally our star, Funtime foxy. This fox absolutely LIVES for his thermal sensors being able to watch the blood rush to your face, doing anything he can to make you flustered at anytime.

he puts on private performances just for you, practically bursting at the seams with happiness just from having your eyes on him. When all of you are together (and they haven’t started fighting yet) he will possessively wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close, gently rubbing his hand up and down just to aggravate the others as well as satiate his own desire to feel you.

eventually, they all follow you home and all hell breaks loose. They are surrounded by you and your things and they all feel like they could die of happiness!

they all take turns sleeping in your bed (carefully, they don’t want to hurt you) some of them like Baby and Funtime Freddy, will steal small things of yours, just to hold onto when you can’t be with them

if you carry a purse with you anywhere, Ballora will be sure to stuff a minireena in your bag to watch over you like at the old pizzaria, and Funtime foxy will try to reenact any romantic scenes he watches on your tv.

Overall darling, you have your hands full, but all your physical needs will be met with excitement and love at every turn. :)

#Yandere fnaf #yander x reader #Yandere sister location #fnaf sister location #ballora #funtime freddy #baby #yandere fnaf x reader #fnaf x reader

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t-a-k-a-k-o · 5 days

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This isn't my usual 3dblr content so u can scroll past/not interact if u wanna like keep ur feed only on 3dblr, I understand and it's fine ♡

I had a dream yesterday that I have been dwelling on all day and I am 100% sure it was a peek into another reality

Imma just do my evidence/explain first, I had a twin sister (identical), I looked different from how I look here, I remember being in an airport with my sister and I spoke English, Japanese, and Korean, we each had a S/O (significant other), two very sweet guys, I remember spending time with my family and how my sister and I were like running away from some creeps in our school, but all that's blurry

I remember vividly that my sister and I both got a debilitating disease, incurable and quickly lethal, I remember being partially blinded too (from the disease)

I don't know what the disease was, but my sister died before me, and her S/O (I'm saying this bc I don't know if it was just boyfriend or like husband but yeah) stayed with her to the very end (I don't know if she died hours or days before me, when ur dying u don't rly notice the time lol), then he stayed to the end with me too, along with my S/O

I remember being weak and lying on the floor, next to a thin mattress-like thing that was soft and a dark navy blue, where the light hit it it was a metallic purple, my S/O was sitting on top of it and there was a wicker basket with snacks inside, and on the other side of the basket was my sister's S/O

We had some snacks together, we each had this long rice crispy treat in a plastic packaging, I was too weak to eat mine so I just held it, my sister's S/O had a brownie and my S/O fed me some of it

I can remember his sweet smile, so bright and loving, and he was still playful and softly joking with me, even tho I was dying

I remember blinking and every time my eyes were closed they stayed shut longer and longer

I remember him smiling rly beautifully, full of love, and he was "whining" abt how he doesn't eat snacks after sleepy s3x, I smiled and shut my eyes for longer, weakly chuckling, loosening my grip on my uneaten snack, seeing darkness, and I died with the last image of my S/O's bright smile full of love seared into my memories

I woke up in my bed in the same position as I died, and I felt so bereft, I tried to go back to sleep, praying to be sent back, but it didn't work

I know that this person was my other half tho, I felt so thoroughly loved, he was the one who completed me, the one who would love me no matter what, support me no matter what, be there for me no matter what

My heart was aching so terribly that I left him behind, it still is and I think it may be until I find that beautiful soul again

I am going to write a lil message:

I am so sorry for leaving u, I love you with my heart, body, and soul, u were the reason I got up in the morning, the reason I held on so long, I hope that I will find u again this timeline and every one after it, I know that I may never see u again and it makes me ache to know, but I will hold on the to all encompassing love u had for me, u made me feel so loved and wanted, it feels as tho someone has ripped out my heart from the emotional pain I feel without u, I hope that u can move on from me, you are still young, find someone to reciprocate your bountiful love, don't let me be the reason u miss out on life, I know u won't see this directly, but I hope your soul might and can make its way back to me eventually, I'll be patient and hope i can make u feel even a fraction of what u made me feel, u made me feel safe until the very end and I am so sry i left u

Honestly one thing that rly sucks is like how a lot of ppl their S/O dies and they k1ll themselves to be with them but I can't even do that bc I am the one with the audacity to die, I hate myself

Genuinely my heart is aching so bad, I want to be loved that way again, or feel loved at all, not forever drifting in a vast sea of loneliness

I want them to come back to me, to be able to hold me in their arms, to cuddle with and feel safe, feel secure, feel protected, feel loved

#alternate reality #love #dream #come back #relationship #disease #tw death #alternate timeline #reality shifting #maybe #idk #i miss you #i love you #heartbreak #emotions #painful

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freefolkfightorflight · 7 months

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Brain Dump

I started my adhd meds again for the first time in 2 years and my brain is like hey. We got a lot of thinking to do so here you go. My current fixation as I sit on the bed telling myself to clean and wash my damn sheets im covered in.

——-

Me: I just feel so ugly

Him: you are beautiful and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (I’m kind of a ho who lies when I think imma be in trouble😩)

Me: you too. You are handsome and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (He’s insecure and jealous)

Him: do you want to marry me?

Me: yes

Him: ok good

Me: ok…😍😂 wtf, Alej

———

I think we are both broken children just trying to make it through life and it’s sad and ugly sometimes. But a lot of times it’s really passionate and beautiful.

I don’t know why I’m posting this. This isn’t new news. We’ve talked about marriage before. I’m there. He’s there. I have a ring. he called it a pre engagement ring. And I’m like so a promise ring? And he’s like no. PRE! Lol. but it’s NOT an engagement ring. I don’t care but he does.

Speaking of. He’s more traditional than I’m willing to ever be again. I will never cook every single night. I will never commit to do things like that on a forever basis again. Sometimes I’m scared he will be disappointed in that. But I haven’t faked it these past 2 years. He’s gotta know exactly what he’s getting with me.

It’s just challenging because he’s an immigrant who still has a wife in Mexico. They married super young. they’ve been separated 25 years. She lives with her ‘fiance’/boyfriend etc. but she refuses to sign the divorce papers. Every few months she dangles signing the divorce papers in front of him, asks for money, he pays her, she disappears til the next time she needs money. Currently she’s saying she will sign the papers and he’s just done being used. I keep thinking maybe she means it this time. But he knows her better. He wants to go back to Mexico to sort it out but *I* don’t want him to bc it’s so fucking dangerous coming back. He’s got 3 kids and his mom here. Please don’t leave me to care for them all if you die. Lands alive.

That’s another obstacle. The mom doesn’t want to live with me. SAME😳 but I’d at least attempt it for the good of the whole family. She said absolutely not. He said absolutely not. She wants/needs her own place when me and him get married. Have you seen rent now a days? How will we afford a place for 5 kids, and then at least 2 bedrooms for her? (For when she has his girls). Lol. He doesn’t seem concerned about this part, but I am.

I have an evil ex who put in the child custody agreement that I’m not allowed to live with a significant other unless we are married 🙄bc yes let’s do this again. otherwise I wouldn’t care so much. Like we are two years in. I’d rather just live together. Test the waters. and fuck marriage prior to that just bc of how bad it’s been in my history. But I do see myself being with him forever. So it’s fine. Whatever. Except we can’t bc his ‘ex’. Brah

I just feel chatty and already talked his ear off🙈

I texted every girlfriend I know and they’ve all stopped responding bc I’m talking too much. Send help

#Mexican #Mexicano #marrying an immigrant

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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You Made It

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, druski2funny, dualipa, saweetie, and 3,459,182 others

y/ninsta: jackharlow can't even put into words how fucking proud I am of you. I remember us laying in my backyard looking up at the night sky dreaming about this shit. MY BABY MADE IT SO EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY 😭🥺

jackharlow: y/ninsta wouldn't have made it without my baby girl. Thank you for never leaving my side. 💕

y/ninsta: I just love you so much 😫

jackharlow: not as much as I love you ❤️

urbanwyatt: GROSS. BREAK IT UP.

jackharlow: y/ninsta we need to find Urb a date

y/ninsta: jackharlow and quick so we can do extracurricular activities in the kitchen

urbanwyatt: jackharlow y/ninsta yall are fucking disgusting. WE EAT THERE!

jackharlow: urbanwyatt I know. That's where I eat her out at 🙄

urbanwyatt: jackharlow 🙃🙃🙃

dualipa: proud of you jackharlow!!!

jackharlow: 🤨

dualipa: jackharlow what?

jackharlow: you don't have anything to say outta pocket today that's gonna get your ass whooped? 🙃

dualipa: jackharlow no

saweetie: jackharlow she lyin like shit 🤭

jackharlow: saweetie I know. Just waiting for the other ball to drop

dualipa: jackharlow if your balls haven't dropped by now at the age of 24, you might want to get that checked out

jackharlow: AND THERE IT FUCKING IS

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby you walked smooth right into that one tho 😂😂

jackharlow: y/ninsta if you take her side I'm not getting you that Birkin you wanted

dualipa: y/ninsta I'll get it for you wifey 😘

jackharlow: dualipa WHAAAATTTTTT THE FUCKKKK DID YOU JUST CALL HER!?

saweetie: jackharlow she called her WIFEY

jackharlow: I KNOW WHAT SHE SAID DIAMONTE. I'M TRYING TO GIVE HER A CHANCE TO REWORD IT.

saweetie: jackharlow well shit don't yell at me 🙄

dualipa: jackharlow just practicing for when that divorce gets finalized

jackharlow: dualipa TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NEOW!

y/ninsta: lmaooooo 😂😂😂😂

jackharlow: y/ninsta BABY THIS IS NOT FUNNY 😡

y/ninsta: jackharlow we are NEVER getting a divorce big head. you wouldn't last 24 hours without me

druski2funny: jackharlow she not lyin 🤣😂

2forwoyne: he would lose his head if it wasn't attached

urbanwyatt: maggieharlow said the same thing 😭😭

maggieharlow: those two were made for each other 🥰

jackandy/naremyparents: maggieharlow did you really catch them having sex when they were 17? 🤭😫

maggieharlow: jackandy/naremyparents sadly to say yes. MORE THAN ONCE.

druski2funny: yall asses trifling as HELL

saweetie: MORE THAN ONCE!? y/n how and I mean how are you not pregnant with all the stories I hear? 😫

jackharlow: we were wrestling 👀

maggieharlow: jackharlow hmm wrestling naked? 🤔

druski2funny: maggieharlow 😭😭😭😭

jackharlow: maggieharlow I plead the fifth

y/ninsta: jackharlow nah you was trying to get your dick wet buddy 🤣

2forwoyne: Maggie stays coming for her oldest child 😂😂

y/ninsta: saweetie PULL OUT GAME STRONG AF

urbanwyatt: there was a time when it wasn't 😭😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta all I remember is me falling off the bed and you screaming 😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow I thought we were gonna die 😭

maggieharlow: y/ninsta trust me I thought about it

yourmomsinstagramname: jackharlow so proud of all that you have accomplished!

jackharlow: hey mama! Thank you 🥰

y/ninsta: MA! WHAT 👀

yourmomsinstagramname: y/ninsta I figured it was time

urbanwyatt: yeah I'm out lmaooo

saweetie: damn now we got both mamas in here! y/ninsta jackharlow yall betta act like yall got some sense 😭

y/ninsta: imma be a hoe till the day I die 😤

jackharlow: y/ninsta get upstairs now

urbanwyatt: here yall fucking go 🙄

y/ninsta: uhh yall know my song Muwop! Cuz I'm a very freaky girl I GET IT FROM MY MAMA 🥰

yourmomsinstagramname: y/ninsta then he gives you brain in the front seat of the hummer

saweetie: AHHHHH MAMA KNOW THE LYRICS! 😫

y/ninsta: yourmomsinstagramname you damn right

yourmomsinstagramname: y/ninsta but you and jackharlow still have not managed to give me a grandchild? 🤨

jackharlow: yourmomsinstagramname I been trying to put a baby in her mom

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀👀👀

jackharlow: yourmomsinstagramname she be dodging me

y/ninsta: jackharlow you literally bent me like a pretzel 2 hours ago

lilnasx: YALL MAMAS ARE ON HERE

y/ninsta: lilnasx we're married and they know what we be doing lmaoooo

jackharlow: I am a child of God. Innocent.

y/ninsta: jackharlow innocent huh? urbanwyatt TO THE MIC!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 🙄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt is your best friend innocent as he says he is?

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta the way he has your ass screaming not at all

y/ninsta: *mic drop*

jackharlow: y/ninsta fine. I'm not. I admit.

claybornharlow: I still remember when y/ninsta and jackharlow got caught fucking in the bathroom their senior year of high school and hid it from the parents 🤭🤭

y/ninsta: CLAY MOTHER FUCKIN BORN IMMA SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

jackharlow: claybornharlow IMMA DISOWN YOUR ASS

claybornharlow: jackharlow it’s worth the chaos that’s about to ensue and y/ninsta you’re too short to reach me

shloob_: claybornharlow take that shit back, you know y/ninsta will climb up on your ass

claybornharlow: shloob_ the only person she’s climbing is jackharlow

y/ninsta: claybornharlow I’m coming to visit you next weekend and I am not responsible for what happens when I pop off

claybornharlow: y/ninsta I’ll get the cookie dough ice cream you like

y/ninsta: claybornharlow I’m taking the ice cream and still kicking your ass

jackharlow: I'm changing my phone number because both our mothers about to be yelling and I just.... y/ninsta if you weren't so damn loud we wouldn't have gotten caught

maggieharlow: jackharlow so you admit it? 🤨

y/ninsta: maggieharlow mama I'm not gonna lie.... my man was looking too fine that day 🤭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and the hole you just dug is getting deeper as we speak 🙄

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alilbitlesbian · 1 month

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Third time's the charm (common denominators) DLC

One of my readers on AO3 asked a description of a room the other day, and then I offered to describe more, and then I wrote too much so,,, here we are?

For anyone who doesn't have the context of my fic; GN!Reader-insert (Dove) is Adam's third wife (made for him ooo) and got stuck In hell during the season finale, this is just a few rooms from that story described in detail.

Story's called "Third time's the charm (common denominators)" and you can find it on ao3.

@alovesongtheywrote here you are! <3

Adam’s office

imma describe it like Dove’s investigating it

The office is pretty barebones, there are no pictures, no personal touches, really, it looks like it could belong to anyone. There’s a grand, bow-front oak desk in the centre of the room, and a few mainly empty bookshelves.

(Personally, you know exactly why Adam has a bow-front desk, he loves public stuff, and he loves blowjobs, so– Ugh, actually, let’s not think about that right now.)

There’s a desktop computer on the desk, though it’s mounted so it can easily be pushed and pulled around to see over the desk for meetings and such. You round it and open the drawers on the right side, only to find them empty aside from some menial office supplies, a perforator and such.. That, well, that can’t be right, you take a closer look, and–

Yeah, that’s more like it.

It’s a false bottom, in the hidden compartment of the drawer, there’s a vibrator and three different fleshlights, you vaguely recognize them from when Adam was in this phase and kept leaving the items around the house. He was so obsessed. “Oh! These are made from the moulds of real people, yeah, real human ass! Yeah, this is from a porn star named Chris- Hey hey, don’t look at me like that, bitch, it’s not gay– it’s THE best fucking ass possible, okay, shut the FUCK up!”

You know far too much about them, he would rant for hours and hours how the insides were made to give different textures, and– Oh, yeah, you recognize that big one, you use a pen to turn it over, it was made to ‘help train stamina’, it worked fine, which was the problem. Ugh, you thought he’d gotten rid of these.

Closing the drawer back up, you move to look at his desk, there’s a shit ton of trash on his desk, next to a pile of files he had to go through- You still have no idea what he does in his office, but you think he doesn’t, either. You recognize one of the beer cans, and huff.

That’s another fleshlight, you recognize it, because he used to keep it in the fridge, until you figured out what it was and made him get rid of it. You think he gave up on the incognito sex toys in different places, but seems he just moved them to his work, gross.

His computer is brand new, there’s several games with anime girls as the icons, one called ‘Yandere simulator’.. What’s that? Eh, whatever, unimportant.

The left drawer has a few personal affects, a miniature guitaraxe you got him for his birthday once, several pictures of you, him and/or Lyre. And a few of him and Lute, there’s also a collection of pictures he took during an extermination once, with the three of you absolutely drenched in blood.

There’s a dog bed in the corner, sometimes he takes Lyre to work, ‘Liar’ is embroidered onto the front of the bed, and there’s a small basket of different dog toys, and a hook with a spiked dog collar and studded leash hung off of it, right above the bed.

There is a row of dead cacti on the windowsill, you’re pretty sure Emily keeps giving them to him, the one furthest right is still alive, the one furthest left is the most dead one, they seem to all die of different things, though. One is rotting away (it smells), another is dried down to a raisin, one smells overwhelmingly of alcohol.. This one’s got all of it’s spikes cut out? There’s tweezers next to it and a neat pile of the spikes, jesus christ Adam, what? Another has a tiny collection of swords stabbed through it.

Actually tiny, they’re small swords, okay? You have no idea where he got them.

Moving on from that, there’s—Well, the rest of the place is pretty barren, there’s some panties you don’t recognize halfway under a bookshelf, but what else is new? You huff, having found nothing very interesting, and leave the room, noting that there is no lock on the door.

Again, gross, Adam.

Dove’s hotel room

(Before the return with Lute)

“Should we… I don’t know, empty it out?” Charlie’s hand settles on Vaggie’s shoulder, the fallen angel huffs, shoulders falling.

She’s probably been standing, looking into Dove’s old room, for a little too long.

“I don’t want to.” She murmurs lowly, Charlie smiles, but Vaggie looks away.

“Then we won’t.” Her girlfriend assures, Vaggie nods slowly, glancing around the room.

“I’d like to be alone, for a while, if that’s okay.” Charlie nods, pressing a quick kiss against Vaggie’s cheek. Her hands settle on her girlfriend’s shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze before she pulls away.

“Of course, Vaggie, I’ll be downstairs if you need me, okay?” Vaggie nods mutely, and Charlie leaves.

Vaggie squares her shoulders, then enters the room, shutting the door behind her.

Dove’s room is… A mess, really, there’s a bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, it is on, though it chimes every few seconds that it has a low battery. There’s a clock, but it’s several hours behind. The floor is littered with dirty clothes, and there are dishes around the room, though, they are oddly all clean of food residue.

There are cans of.. Mace? On the floor? All empty, it’s not like it’s a few of them either.

Vaggie confiscates the cigarettes she finds.

The bed has a single plush duck at the centre of the pillows. The pillows themselves are more set up like a nest than in a row by the headboard, which Vaggie vaguely remembers is one of Dove’s habits. There are three different TVs around the room, not a single one is fully off, one has a screensaver of ducklings in water for some reason, and another is playing ‘funniest murder videos’, again, blissfully, the volume is down.

Vaggie sighs, and turns off anything electronic she can find, she plugs the speaker into a charger. Then finds all three of the TV remotes and sets them on top of the nightstand (they are all incompatible with the other two TVs, but look exactly the same. Thank you, Dove.)

Looking around the room for anything else that should be dealt with before she.. Well, locks the room up for the foreseeable future, she’s kind of confused by her findings.

Food items, or even sex toys, is what she expects to find, that was a really weird thing with Dove. For some reason, the angel had a thing with keeping sex toys in the worst places possible. Vaggie would assume they were Adam’s if Dove weren’t so adamant they were theirs.

Weird.

But none of that was there, if anything, aside from the weirdly obnoxious TVs, and, for some reason, a mini-fridge, the room was kind of…

Bittersweet.

There was a pet bed under one of the windows, full of a certain cat’s black hair, but much bigger than necessary to be intended for Keekee, distinctly the size of a certain dog. As an extra punch in the gut, there’s a small shopping bag with a few necessities, toys, a collar and leash, and food. There’s a bowl set up to the side, it’s topped off with fresh water for Keekee.

There’s a desk, though it’s been buried under trash–or, well, it’s been buried under.. Stuff, new stuff, the most of it, like Dove has been going on a buying (or shoplifting) spree. There’s also a simple potted plant that blooms with Lilac flowers, Lute distinctly remembers Emily having one that looks like it.

She moves on, passing the walk-in closet, and the bathroom looks oddly untouched aside from some golden stains in the sink. There’s also a towel crumpled on the ground, it too, is covered in bloodstains. It’s long dry, the blood appearing brown and the cloth looks like it’d crunch if Vaggie tried to unfold it.

When did Dove get hurt? She… She can’t really think of a time.

She closes the bathroom door, she’ll ask Charlie to throw away the towel, she was sure Alastor would try to eat it or something, and that was frankly freaky when it’s her parent’s blood.

Continuing down the room, there’s a few leafy red plants in the windowsill that Vaggie thinks used to stand in other places in the hotel. The rest of the surface seems clear, aside from grime, and Vaggie almost passes by, but…

There’s a pile of pictures on the dusty windowsill, packed in a folder from some shop in hell that apparently printed them. The pictures were obviously well-loved, and frequently visited, by the smudged dust around the pile.

Vaggie sits down on the bed with the pictures and sorts through them.

She quickly figures that these are all images that were on Dove’s phone, there are.. A lot of them, she sets them in little piles, a few of the pictures are of Liar, but a lot of them are…

Candids?

She didn’t know a lot of these existed, it was a little odd, really, to see herself like this. It was just.. Domestic moments, most of them. One of her asleep in a pile with a few of the other exorcists and Lute. One of her and the others all drinking, with Dove’s face halfway in the frame in what was intended to be a selfie.

Also a lot of.. Lute.

A surprising amount, really.

Lute and Dove at a fair, with a seal plush between them (though Lute looked wholly unamused), the two of them with Liar, and many of them just..

Well.

Asleep? Cuddling? A lot of Lute, asleep, curled up in increasingly strange positions or situations. Vaggie had seen Dove take these sometimes, always with the excuse of ‘blackmail’, but…

She’s pretty sure the wing in the one she holds is Dove, Lute’s asleep ontop of Dove’s wing. That on it’s own could be fine but–

There’s a lot like that, a lot that seem oddly intimate, Vaggie shakes her head.

Dove is literally created to love men, and nothing else, Vaggie’s just reading into it too much. Lute never seemed close to them anyway.

She puts the pictures back, and stands, there’s a few loose feathers about, a few are white, but that’s not too strange, sometimes down was lighter than the normal feathers. What is strange is that there is an engraved money clip on the floor, with a few spare hundred dollars in it.

Vaggie hesitates, that’s hell’s currency, not heaven’s. How did Dove even–

She picks it up, reads what’s engraved.

Ah.

What the fuck.

LM.

…Christ, Dove, did you really steal from my father-in-law…?

She sighs, glancing one last time around the room, she unplugs some electronics (not the minifridge) and then locks the room behind her, intent to find Charlie to.. Find a way to return this without (rightfully) pissing off Lucifer.

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