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uzurakis · 15 hours

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Haii! Can you please write unrequited love w/ Gojo? He slowly starts falling in love w/ reader tho :3!

strange; it's strange how unrequited love can feel like both a burden and a blessing at the same time. for some time, you've harbored feelings for gojo satoru, your charismatic and charming friend who seemed to effortlessly draw people to him like moths to a flame. from the moment you met him, you knew that someone like him could never feel the same way about someone like you. so, you buried your feelings deep within your heart, hiding them away like a precious secret that you could never dare to reveal.

despite your unrequited love, you cherished every moment you spent with gojo. whether it was laughing together over silly jokes or engaging in deep conversations that lingered late into the night, being by his side filled you with a sense of warmth and happiness that you couldn't find anywhere else. and though you longed for more, you resigned yourself to the role of the supportive friend, or if you're being hasty, a special friend. still, just a friend is enough to be a part of his life in whatever capacity you could.

but as time went on, you couldn't help but notice subtle changes in gojo's behavior. his smiles lingered a little longer when he looked at you, and his laughter sounded a little brighter in your presence. there were moments when his gaze would linger on you, as if he were seeing you in a new light, but you brushed them off as wishful thinking, convincing yourself that you were simply imagining things.

"oi, you've been quiet lately," gojo remarks, breaking the silence that has settled between you. his was being gentle, but there's an underlying curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine. "your mouth can't function or something?"

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart races in your chest. "just lost in thought, i guess," you reply, hoping he won't press further.

but gojo isn't one to let things slide. he turns to you, his gaze searching yours with a depth that makes your breath catch. "hm? about what?" he asks softly, his voice laced with concern.

you hesitate, unsure of how to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "about.."

"about us," you admit, the words falls faster than your mind could comprehend.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and for a moment, you know he's holding back a huge smile. you fear you've said too much. but then his expression softens, and "so? what about us?" he prompts, his eyes never leaving yours.

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what comes next. "about.."

"about?"

"don't laugh, okay?"

"hey, i'm not laughing here!"

"how much you mean to me!" you confess, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

"heh," gojo chuckles a bit as he fidgets your fingers on his lap. "you mean a lot to me too, you know," he murmurs.

your heart skips a beat at his words, a rush of hope flooding through you. could it be possible that he feels the same way about you as you do about him?

"i know i don't say it often enough. more like, i just have happened to realised," he continues, "but i don't know where i'd be without you. you're like… my anchor, keeping me grounded when everything else feels like it's falling apart. damn, i'm actually being poetic."

all this time, you had convinced yourself that gojo could never feel the same way about you, but now, it seems that perhaps you had been wrong.

your thumb brushing gently against his skin, fidgeting back his finger. you try to whisper, "you mean everything to me."

he smiles, a genuine and heartfelt expression that reaches all the way to his blue eyes. "hm, i knew you'd say that," he says softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "'cause there's something else i kinda need to tell ya."

your heart races in anticipation as you wait for him to continue. could it be possible that he's about to confess his feelings for you?

"i think i'm falling in love with you," he confesses, his words hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. "i think i am, already."

before you could respond, gojo leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft and tender kiss. in that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melts away, leaving only the truth of your love for one another.

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couldsewyouastitchandsavenine · 2 days

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Burn [Joel Miller]

this is my entry to Em's On Repeat Drabble Challenge by @dancingtotuyo. thank you so much for letting me be part of this and I am sorry for this took so long—life kinda got in the way—anyway, thanks for introducing me to Zach Bryan and for doing this amazing challenge.

Inspired by Burn, Burn, Burn by Zach Bryan

pairing: joel miller x reader

wordcount: 1K

warnings: none really

Joel Miller hasn’t let himself feel anything for a long while—not like this.

For years he’s been a fortress of solitude—feelings locked away, emotions a luxury he couldn’t afford. Yet, in the midst of the chaos and the infected, moments slipped through—fragments that caught him off guard. Moments that reminded him he was still human, with a heart capable of beating.

Moments that often revolved around you.

When he met you, Joel wasn’t on a quest for companionship nor was he seeking an ally. Yet, there you were, bathed in the early spring mist—your presence painted with a brush of quiet desperation he knew all too well. Bruised and with a limp, you had asked him for help. And for some goddamn reason he couldn’t—wouldn’t—send you away.

Thus, you stayed, just long enough to recover, or so the plan went.

But plans, in times like these, are as fickle as a sudden summer breeze rustling the treetops.

Joel quickly learned that you were resourceful, observant, unassuming, and quiet on your feet, yet spectacularly precise with a rifle—a skill he discovered only days later when you came to his aid.

Since then, the two of you had faced near-death scrapes, saving each other’s lives more times than he cared to count in the short span you’ve traversed the landscapes together. This proximity, this forced closeness—it’s only natural that he finds himself curious.

It’s normal that most evenings, Joel finds himself watching you. The way the campfire light dances across your focused face, the methodical way you clean your gear. It’s calming, he finds, and scarily comforting. He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t wanted it—perhaps that’s what makes it all the more dangerous.

Still, Joel can’t help it.

So, he observes and he wonders—if circumstances were different, if life had been kinder—would he have noticed someone like you? His old ideals of types and attraction have dissolved, and he hadn’t been in the company of someone for a long time, but Christ, you were beautiful.

And, Joel likes to imagine that yes, he would have noticed someone like you, would’ve asked you out, drawn you close, spun his favourite vinyls in his living room just to lure you into a dance, see if jazz sounded as good as he remembers it.

But not here. Not now.

So, Joel fights it, fights you, fights himself. Fights fights that leave him breathless—not from extortion but from the unspoken words that fill his lungs like smoke.

You don’t talk a lot, but he thinks that if he wasn’t the way he was—if he appeared less guarded, if his smiles came easier—you might share the slice of thoughts he often sees flickering behind your eyes ever so often. He knows this because he had watched you almost speak, lips parting, only to catch yourself with a fleeting glance his way a subdued smile before your eyes drop to your scuffed boots.

And he knows he isn’t an easy man to keep as a company. He had always been a man of few words, and with or without you, his silence somehow often stretches into days, creating a chasm that’s hard to bridge. He’s haunted by memories, shadows of the past that linger just out of reach but always present. Nightmares plague his sleep, and when he wakes, he’s more withdrawn, the walls around him fortified. His anger, though controlled, simmers beneath the surface, ready to flare at the slightest provocation.

Yet, despite all this, you still stay.

But there comes a night, one unlike the others, when the stars hang heavy in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the world. The campfire crackles softly, and the usual weight of silence feels different, charged with something unsaid.

Joel sits across from you, eyes flickering between the flames and your profile, bathed in the soft light.

You look up, meeting his gaze, and for once, you don’t look away. The moment stretches, and something inside him softens, a wall beginning to crumble.

“Can you do something for me?” he asks, the words tasting foreign on his tongue.

You nod slowly, curiosity and something else—hope?—lighting your eyes.

“Talk to me,” he says, voice a low murmur, almost lost in the night’s quiet. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’.”

You hesitate, glancing at the fire, before meeting his gaze again. “I think... I think I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

Joel’s breath hitches. The openness in your voice, the raw vulnerability, seeps into him, warming the cold recesses of his heart. He moves closer, the distance between you shrinking, the fire casting dancing shadows on his face.

“I’m not good at this,” he confesses, his voice rough. “But I want to try.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing against his. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. He takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, as if afraid you might disappear.

For a while, neither of you speaks. The silence is no longer a barrier but a shared space, filled with the unspoken understanding that something has shifted. Joel’s thumb traces circles on the back of your hand, a soothing, grounding motion.

“I’ve been scared,” he admits finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of feelin’... of losin’...”

You squeeze his hand, offering silent reassurance. “You don’t have to be scared alone,” you reply softly. “We can face it together.”

He looks at you then, and something within him clicks into place. The fortress he’s built around his heart begins to dissolve, brick by brick. He pulls you closer, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear you hadn’t realised you’d shed.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice raw with emotion. “Please.”

Your answer is a soft whisper against his lips as you close the distance, and he allows himself to feel—fully and completely.

And for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure he minded.

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #tlou #pedrostories #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble

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arcanarix · 1 day

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Prompt: Gojo X Fem!Reader, orgasm denial, bondage (kinda?), blindfolds.

Gojo may have a little bit of a . . . fixation.

Specifically with placing you in positions and opportunities for him to be obscenely cruel (somehow in the best way possible).

He likes to use his headband to cover your eyes while he’s hard at work. After all, a little sensory deprivation does get him off, for some reason. He loves that you can’t see or expect what he’s doing. It’s all part of the thrill. You hate being left in the dark, too, which seems to get him really going.

It’s absolutely cruel. He’s absolutely cruel, that Satoru.

You feel some nips at between your thighs and you jump in your spot. Your hands are suspended above your head as he pries your legs apart, getting a good view of your–likely soaked–cunt. Ugh, it’s embarrassing that you twitch, even with how used to his antics you are by now.

“Stop making me wait,” you growl, and Gojo clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Brat. What did we talk about here?”

“What? I can’t help it! I hate suspense! It’s nerve-racking!”

“That’s the idea, my love,” he purrs, as his breath fans against your clit, you feel your feet cross over each other but he prevents that from happening.

“If you don’t fucking do something, I’ll yank these chains and ride you ‘til you can’t come anymore.”

“That’s a threat?” Gojo seems amused. You curse yourself.

“Goddammit, Satoru.”

“Mm. Insolence is not going to be rewarded. I think we’re done here.”

“Are you fucking joking?” you thrash about in those chains. “You better finish me off or I’m gonna–!”

“--Do as you threaten? I can’t say I won’t let you.”

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apollodarling-writes · 2 days

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Babycakes can you pretty please write a male y/n x yan!ghostface where y/n doesn’t die in the end and lowkey falls in love 🤭 (also pretty please make ghostface a praiser 🙏🏽)

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

yan! dbd! ghostface x gen jockey! male! reader

cws : yandere themes, a bit of dry humping, praise, creampie, choking, rough sex, kinda ?? handjob (reader receiving), orgasm control, knife play, anal, pronebone, dubcon??? , mentions of public masturbation, thigh fucking, danny is a tease, refer cleans his blood off of the bowie so blood play but ingestion??? , cum eating i guess but the reader is made to clean up his cum from danny’s gloves.

the fog that hung between the trees was particularly thick this trial. the red forest was known for being hard to navigate in some areas due to the low lighting, and the natural fog scattered throughout the landscape was of no help either. you were unsure if one of the survivors offered the entity a bottle of murky reagent, but it had become harder to see than it already was. you suppose you couldn’t complain as it made you harder to track, and thus it was easier to hide.

your group had completed two generators without a single person being hooked. anxiety knotted your stomach as you mulled over what the killer was up to. was the killer waiting for your group to finish the generators and then camp the gates? were they watching from the shadows and getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching the lot of you squirm? the answer to these questions was beyond your reach, and you knew that all you could do was focus on the task at hand. if you struck the wires too early, you would blow up the generator and the killer would surely know your location if they didn’t already.

a chill runs the length of your spine, gooseflesh raising the hairs on your body. you stop repairing the generator for a moment, the feeling of being watched prevalent as your swivel your head to find the source of the gaze. you’d been in this realm long enough to abide by your instincts. your gaze flits through the trees, your heart thumping in your chest as you are unable locate the source. chalking it up to the quietness of the trial, you busy your hands with firing the wires of the generator, successfully sparking one portion. you sift through your toolbox, searching through old and rusted scraps for something to replace one of the broken parts.

a hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, hoisting you off the ground. a hand muffles your cry of protest, bending your front over the generator.

“shhh… just be quiet now, baby.” a muffled voice all but pants, their chest pressing against your back as they lean forward to whisper in your ear. “i’ve finally got you to myself….”

you recognize that voice — the ghostface. realization washes over you; the quietness of the trial, feeling watched, the lack of a terror radius…. it all made sense now. your tongue darts out to lick the leathery material of his gloved palm in a feeble attempt to get him to release you.

“be patient now,” the ghostface groans, “we’ll get there, pretty boy.”

the ghostface maneuvers his fingers to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back while grinding his half-hard cock into the meat of your ass. you squirm at his touch, feeling disgusted at the desperate panting the man behind you let out.

“i know you’ve been thinking about this,” the masked man grunts, his breath hitching. “i’ve seen you fuck yourself in trials before — did’ya think i wouldn’t know?”

shame and embarrassment wash over you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as a hand snakes around to palm you through your bottoms. “n—not here… please—“

“god, look at how cute you are,” the ghostface coos, his gloved hand slipping past your waistband and cupping your length. “keep begging like that and i won’t be able to control myself.”

“i’m not—“

“ah-ah, quiet now… don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” he purrs, your hips bucking as his thumb brushes against your cockhead. ”mmm, so sensitive. i think im gonna have fun with you…”

the ghostface’s hand tugs down your pants, your protests going unheard as you hear his robes shift. his cock slides between your thighs — the intrusion unwelcome and unfamiliar.

“stop… i cant — we can’t… not here.” you panic, your gaze flitting through the areas you could see. god forbid any of the other survivors witness this and get the wrong idea. you’d be considered a fucking traitor. maybe they’d even think you were selling them out. or, shit, what if they thought you were slutting yourself out to survive?

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, his cock brushing against your shaft. “just sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”

your mouth immediately closes, figuring it would be better to just let him have his way and hopefully all five gens will be done by the time he finishes. your body is tense with shame and guilt, your thighs clenched around the masked man’s length in an attempt to get him off faster.

the ghostface spits in his hand, wrapping his fingers around you again, and pumps you in time with each thrust. with each movement, you find yourself melting into his touch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. he was too good at this, and he fucking knew.

“y’like that, baby?” you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“fuck you.“ you grit out, hating that you were becoming aroused at such an invasive, disgusting act.

“oh, i plan to, little bunny.”

the masked man removes his hand just as you were on the cusp of your orgasm, a soft whine leaving your lips. your cockhead is flushed an angry red, beads of precum now smeared along your shaft. “why’d you—“

you suck in a breath as a finger slowly dips into your ass, curling into your g-spot. the feeling was foreign, and it hurt like a bitch, but fuck did it feel good. “yeah? just like that, pretty boy?”

he slowly pumps his finger, careful not to hurt you as he works up to another one; his fingers scissor and stretch, curling into your prostate. before you knew it, the man had gotten three fingers in you, your legs shaking and your whimpers increasing in volume as you come closer and closer to your climax.

“fuck — ‘m gonna cum.” you pant, your back arching as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. through a lust-induced haze, you hear a faint chuckle before the sensation you crave eludes you. the ghostface removes his digits, your cock twitching and aching for release.

“oh, you poor thing. were you gonna cum?” the man murmurs teasingly, his own erection throbbing beneath the layers of his robes. he eagerly grips the back of your neck and ushers you on your stomach behind the generator, lifting his clothing just enough to carefully push inside of you.

“y’so fuckin’ tight..!” he hisses, releasing your wrists to press down on your lower back. your fingers find purchase in the dirt of the forest floor as the ghostface slowly thrusts into you, your gummy walls hugging the man’s cock so deliciously.

with each thrust, you found it harder and harder to control your volume. with the way the man had angled himself, the tip of his cock bumped against your g-spot damn near constantly. your stomach tightened as your release began to approach once more, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes.

“i’m gonna cum – ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum…” you whine, “please, i need more!”

the killer groans in ecstacy at your desperation, his cock twitching inside of you as one hand wraps around your throat, lifting you from the dirt. “gonna have to fuck you more often, yeah? youre doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

his digits tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply as your jaw slackens at the brutal pace. a gurgled moan parts your lips, your face growing red from the lack of oxygen. mercifully, he releases his grip on you, but is quick it with the cold steel of his bowie knife.

the ghostface snakes an arm around your midsection, pumping your cock in time with each mind-numbing thrust. you hold yourself up as the blade trails along your flesh, drawing thin lines of blood. it seemed that the man was getting off on the pain he inflicted, his thrust becoming harder, faster.

the blade trails up, pressing against your lips. “open up, baby. gotta clean up your mess.” the ghostface breathily groans, his thrusts growing sloppy.

your lips part, the blade resting on your tongue as your lips close around it. it tastes like iron, your own blood coating your tongue as your cock twitches in the killer’s fist. ropes of cum spill onto the leather of your assailant’s glove, a long moan erupting from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. your hips buck into his grasp, the killer never once stopping. your mind melts into a delicious quiet, the only thing you’re able to focus on is how fucking good it feels.

“fuck — you feel so fucking good, bunny.” he groans, sheathing his blade and replacing it with the cum stained leather. “be a good boy and clean off my glove, yeah?”

the killer pants as you mindlessly obey his order, the bitter taste seemingly only serving to arouse you further. you lap at the cum on his glove while the killer fucks into you with fervor, breathy groans leaving him as the chill of his mask presses into your shoulder. the ghostface weakly thrusts into you as his climax washes over him. his cock twitches inside of you, cum painting your insides as he slowly comes down from his high.

the man is quick to fix his attire as the exit gate sounds, leaving you breathless as cum drips down your thighs, the scent of dirt and sex staining your clothing. with shaky legs, you pull up your bottoms and quietly mull over what just happened as you make your way to the exit gate on the opposite side of the map.

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coldfanbou · 10 hours

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Rough Treatments

Hey @blepbooplebeep Here was your idea. I kinda forgot about the bunny hybrid part because I got into the smutty ideas. Also it's relatively short because there wasn't too much story involved in the writing. For everyone else, a little rough treatment of this bunny is involved. A lot of anal teasing for her.

Length 1.5K

GP Jihan X Freader

In the breakroom, you walked in to find your worker, Jihan, leaning against the counter. She was hard, her cock poking against her skirt and leaving a wet spot as she leaked precum. The rabbit girl had entered her heat cycle early; You had notes on it from when you hired her. Jihan was grinding her legs together, struggling to keep it together. The visible bulge pressing against her skirt turned you on.

Considering you two were the only ones at work on this day, you did nothing about it for the moment, taking the time to think of something. After she heads for her office, you take your time to follow her, knocking on the door before intruding. “Jihan, how are you doing?”

“Fine,” Jihan says, typing away at her computer and refusing to look up. You stroll to her side, glancing at her work before pressing a button on the side of her desk that lifts the entire desk.

“You should stand up a little; sitting for so long isn’t good for you.” Jihan gave you a shy nod and stood up. You moved behind her, watching her work for a second before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Jihan’s ears stood at attention as she remained standing in place.

“B-boss?”

“Shh, Jihan. I know what you’re going through. Just keep working, and let me help you.” You tell her as you grab her small cock. You move your hand along the stiff shaft, nibbling on her ear as she tries and fails to continue working. Jihan leans over her desk, moaning as you tighten your grip. You feel her precum coating your hand, allowing you to slide along her shaft quickly. “You’re getting all wet, Jihan. Do you like it that much?”

“Mhm, ah, please keep going.” You could only see part of her face, but you saw the desperation on her face. “I’m going to cum, I’m-” Jihan cries out as she cums over your hand. You slow your strokes over time, milking Jihan’s cock for what it is worth before bringing your hand to your lips and tasting the salty liquid.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for the company, Jihan. I’ll make sure you don’t have to suffer in your heat.” You tell her before leaving Jihan alone. She collapses onto her chair, utterly drained from the experience. She looked down at her flaccid cock. Jihan had always imagined she’d be the one taking charge. Taking the role of the submissive partner turned her on, though. She reached down and stroked her cock as she replayed the events that had just happened.

You decided to spend the week teasing Jihan, making her cum more time than you could count. On one occasion, you had Jihan sit in your chair as you gave her a thigh job, your legs squeezing her cock as you moved your hips. You heard Jihan’s whimpers, and she wanted to touch you, but you wouldn’t let her. You felt her warm cum between your legs when she came, but you weren’t done reading her report, so you continued. You felt her leak more cum between your thighs; it made you smile to hear her whines as you toyed with her. You took a break at some point, resting on her lap and leaning against her. “Jihan, you really cum a lot, don’t you?” You teased her. “It must be that bunny DNA, huh?”

The week was coming to a close, though, and with it should be the end of Jihan’s heat cycle. You planned to give her something rough, so you walked into her office. “B-boss, did you need something?” You stayed silent as you shut and locked the door behind you. Walking over to Jihan’s desk, you placed a large, veiny strap-on on it. She stared at it before glancing at you. She stood up slowly and bent herself over her desk.

You smile at her and kiss Jihan’s cheek. “Good girl, but I want you to get it ready for me.” Stripping down, you put on the strap-on and push Jihan onto her knees. You hold her head against your strap, moving her along your shaft. You squeeze one of your tits with your other hand, moaning as you watch the young woman coat your strap-on with saliva. Jihan’s lips were stretched around the shaft, barely able to fit the strapon in her mouth. You let go of Jihan once you felt it was wet enough, letting her get to her feet and bend over her desk again. You lift her skirt, letting it get stuck around her waist, and pull her panties to the side, eyeing your prize. Jihan’s puckered asshole teased you. You rub your strap-on between her cheeks. Jihan whimpers as you prod her ass. It brought a smile to your face.

You reached around and felt her cock; Jihan was as hard as a rock. “You want this, don’t you? “ Jihan nodded, unwilling to speak. “If you don’t say anything, I won’t do it, Jihan.”

“Please fuck my ass,” Jihan mumbles. Asking her to repeat herself but louder made Jihan whine, but she did as told and said it louder. You place one hand on Jihan’s ass, stretching her asshole as you push the head inside. She grunts, feeling your strap-on stretch her. You slowly add more length, making small thrusts to coat Jihan’s walls. It was a slow process that was already making Jihan cum, her cum spraying onto her desk and the floor. You enjoyed listening to Jihan whimper and moan as you pushed more of the strap inside her. Once you were finally buried inside Jihan, you waited, letting her get used to having her ass stretched.

As you waited, Jihan received a phone call. “Answer it.” You command.

“Hello?” Jihan asked as she answered the phone, “Oh, it’s you. Yes, I can talk about the orders.” Jihan tried to stay calm as she chatted with one of the other managers in the company. As she did that, you moved your hands to Jihan’s waist. She looked over her shoulder with worry as you slowly dragged your cock out of her. She covered her mouth, trying to silence her moan as the manager on the other end continued talking.

“Jihan, are you alright? You don’t sound so good?”

“I’m feeling a l-little under the weather.” Jihan groans as you impale her with your thrust. You begin thrusting faster, making it more difficult for Jihan to hide her moans. Her mind was breaking down as you pounded away at her ass, shaping her asshole to the shape of your strap-on. Cum dripped from the tip of her cock as she went through orgasm after orgasm. “I-I think I’ll need to call you back; sorry,” Jihan says before slamming the phone on the receiver. She collapsed on her desk after, her body being sent forward as you drove your cock into her ass. “You’re going to break me,” Jihan mumbles.

Another call came through a moment later. JIhan let the phone ring, refusing to answer it. You grabbed it for her, placing it by her ear. “Hell-oo,” Jihan said, her moans coming through.

“What was that? Are you alright, Jihan?”

“I’m fine. What did you need?” Jihan tries to hold the conversation as you’re ruining her. Her moans begin to break through as she reaches another climax. The call only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like forever to Jihan. She could feel your strap-on be dragged out of her gaping asshole before ramming back in.

After some time, you were done with Jihan. You looked at your work, Jihan was left with a gaping asshole that was desperate to close. You licked your fingers and teased Jihan’s ass, running your fingers along the edges. Jihan’s tired whimpers were music to your ears. “Jihan, after work, I’m planning on eating out. You’ll join me, right?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order to her, one that she wouldn’t refuse.

You head to a bar after work, Jihan tagging along with some of the other managers. They weren’t the ones she had talked to, so they didn’t suspect anything about her being there. It allowed you to play with your toy. You kept one hand on Jihan’s backside, rubbing your fingers against her tender asshole. Jihan suffered in silence as her cock twitched just under the table they were at. She tried her best to chat, but when you pushed your fingers deeper into her. Jihan came in an instant, her cum spurting onto the underside of the table. It dripped onto her exposed thighs as the night went on, leaving a mess on her that she would need to clean up.

You let go of Jihan after, letting her treat the night normally. She was tired, though; your little session from earlier left her exhausted. You took her home after, telling her how much you enjoyed her heat cycle. Jihan whispered about enjoying it, too. Managing to hear her, you told the young woman that you'd treat her well when you found her in heat again. Jihan’s ears perked up. She was happy to hear that, and she meekly thanked you.

#kpop smut #f reader #jihan smut #weeekly smut

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theodorenmyth · 9 hours

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Okay so I have this idea I’d love for someone to write and I really like your work! So ty! Anyways.. basically, Theo saw his mother die so he can see the thestrals, and so can reader (whatever reason it doesn’t matter.) and they have a quiet moment of bonding over it, and they realize it’s kinda sad but they both feel less alone?

sorry for the delay! here it is

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Weight of the Wings

Pairings : Theodore Nott x GN! Reader Summary : You and Theodore could see the Thestrals A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : lil angst, fluffy ending Word count : 1k+

The Forbidden Forest loomed on the horizon, a mysterious expanse of shadows and secrets that both attracted and repelled the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Theodore Nott stood at the edge, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter as if daring it to reveal its hidden depths. The sun dipped below the treetops, casting an amber glow that softened the hard lines of his face.

You approached quietly, not wanting to disturb the rare peace that seemed to settle over Theodore in these moments. You had always sensed something different about him, a weight he carried that set him apart from the other Slytherins. Today, you hoped to understand it better.

"Theo?" you called gently, stopping a few feet away. He turned to look at you, a flicker of surprise in his dark eyes quickly masked by his usual calm demeanor.

"Y/N," he acknowledged with a nod. "What brings you here?"

You shrugged, shoving your hands into your pockets. "Just needed some fresh air. Thought you might be here."

He gave a noncommittal hum and turned back to the forest. After a moment, he spoke again. "It's quiet here. Peaceful."

You nodded, stepping closer to stand beside him. "Yeah, it is."

For a while, the two of you stood in companionable silence, watching the shadows deepen as dusk turned into night. The first stars began to appear, twinkling faintly in the darkening sky.

"Theo," you began hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "You can ask."

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "I've noticed… I mean, I think I've seen you with the Thestrals before. You can see them, can't you?"

His expression hardened for a moment, but then he sighed, the tension draining from his shoulders. "Yes, I can see them."

"I'm sorry," you said softly, unsure of what else to say. You knew the Thestrals could only be seen by those who had witnessed death, and the thought of Theodore experiencing that kind of loss tugged at your heart.

"It's alright," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "It's not something I talk about often, but… I suppose it's a part of me."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken words. "My parents died when I was young. I saw it happen. I can see the Thestrals too."

Theodore's eyes softened, and he gave a small nod. "I'm sorry," he said, echoing your earlier sentiment.

The two of you stood there, the weight of your shared experiences creating a bond that neither of you had fully realized before. The silence between you was no longer uncomfortable, but rather a mutual acknowledgment of pain and understanding.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Theodore said after a while. "How something so tragic can make you feel connected to others in a way you never expected."

"Yeah," you agreed. "It's like… we carry these invisible scars, and only those who have them too can really see and understand."

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "Do you ever feel… alone, because of it?"

You thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sometimes. But then I remember that there are others who understand. Like you."

Theodore gave a small smile, a rare and genuine expression that warmed your heart. "I'm glad we have this, then. This understanding."

"Me too," you replied, smiling back.

As the night grew darker, you and Theodore continued to talk, sharing stories of your pasts, your losses, and the little moments of light that had helped you through the darkest times. The bond between you strengthened with each word, each shared memory, until the weight of your burdens felt just a little lighter.

Eventually, the conversation lulled, and you found yourselves standing in a comfortable silence once more. The Thestrals had appeared, their ghostly forms blending with the shadows of the forest. They moved with a grace that belied their eerie appearance, their luminous eyes watching you with a curious intelligence.

"They're beautiful, in a way," you said, watching the Thestrals as they grazed nearby.

Theodore nodded. "Yes, they are. I used to be afraid of them, but now… I think I find comfort in their presence."

You glanced at him, seeing the truth of his words in the calm expression on his face. "It's like they're a reminder that we're not alone in our pain. That others have felt it too, and survived."

He turned to look at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "Exactly."

As the night wore on, you and Theodore eventually made your way back to the castle. The corridors were quiet, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. You walked side by side, the silence between you now filled with a sense of companionship and understanding.

When you reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Theodore paused, turning to face you. "Thank you, Y/N. For tonight. For… understanding."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you too, Theo. I'm glad we talked."

He gave a small nod, then turned and murmured the password to the common room. As the door swung open, he glanced back at you one last time, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Theo," you replied, watching as he disappeared into the dimly lit room.

As you made your way to your own dormitory, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over you. The pain of your past was still there, but now it was accompanied by the comforting knowledge that you were not alone. You had found a kindred spirit in Theodore Nott, and together, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And so, with a heart a little lighter and a newfound sense of connection, you climbed into bed, the events of the evening playing over in your mind. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a small, hopeful smile tug at your lips. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly understood. And that, you realized, made all the difference.

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photogirl894 · 3 days

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🪻 Fives

Wildflower 🪻

My third and final submission to the Clones Flower Fic Event! I had some fun with Fives and I hope you all like this one 🥰🥰 This was such a fun event to be a part of!!

Fic masterlist here!

Fives always loved it when he was able to get some down time from the war. Namely, because he didn’t seem to get it often enough because there was just so much fighting going on throughout the galaxy, so whenever any kind of down time was offered to him, he accepted it gladly. He enjoyed it a lot more when he got to go with his brothers from the 501st. As an ARC Trooper, he wasn’t always assigned on missions with them, but he jumped at every chance he’d get to get to serve more with them.

This particular shore leave after a recent mission, he and his brothers chose to go to the nearby planet of Batuu, a primarily terrestrial planet comprised of a lot of forests and mountains. After landing on the planet, they all hit up a cantina close to the spaceport for some drinks. Tup had never gone out drinking before, so naturally, a lot of the guys were teasing him about being a first-time drinker. Fives just kinda hung back and let Jesse and Hardcase give Tup a hard time while also listening to Dogma chide them about making sure to not drink too much since it would be “against regulations”.

After a little bit, Fives decided he wanted to go outside for some fresh air, leaving his brothers to their own devices as they started getting a little more tipsy with their drinks. He enjoyed a good drink, but he didn’t want to get fully drunk. Somebody needed to help keep the rest of his brothers in line that wasn’t Dogma. They’d be fine on their own, for now.

He wandered into the nearby forest, breathing in the crisp, cool air of the trees. For as many times as he’d fought battles out in the wild before, he’d never really taken the time to stop and enjoy the outdoors very much. His life was constantly on the move. There didn’t seem to be time to really appreciate anything.

He continued on through the forest until he spotted a clearing close by and he could see little flashes of purple up ahead in the clearing. It looked like it was possibly a field of flowers blowing in the light breeze. Though, then he saw a flash of white in the trees that made him curious. He moved closer to the clearing and once it all came into view, he froze up.

Standing in the clearing was you.

Dressed in a long, flowy white dress, you knelt in the middle of a field of purple wildflowers, taking in their sweet aroma and feeling the softness of their petals underneath your fingertips. Though, you heard approaching footsteps and found yourself locking eyes with the handsome Clone soldier. You had spotted him going into the cantina earlier as you were heading into the forest. He was standing in place, staring at you, and slowly stood up, letting your hair fall down your back and shoulders.

Fives was dumbstruck at your ethereal beauty. In the sunlight that peeked through the treetops into the clearing, you looked almost angelic. Surely, someone this beautiful couldn’t be a real human or alien. No…you had to be something more supernatural or mythical.

“Surely, I’m dreaming,” he commented out loud.

You tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows at him, puzzled.

“You’ve got to be a forest nymph,” he said.

Now, your eyebrows shot up. Was he being serious?

“I’ve heard that they’re described as being beautiful beyond measure and you…you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. That has to be the only explanation,” he went on.

You wanted to be flattered and laugh all at once. He was saying you were beautiful, which was so sweet, but he seemed to genuinely believe that you were a forest nymph, which was laughable to you. You didn’t consider yourself that beautiful. This man was already very charming and he’d only said a few words to you. That made you decide to play along with him, just to see what would happen.

“You have a very keen eye, sir,” you said, adding a bit of a lilt to your voice as you played with your skirt a bit. “What can I do for you?”

His eyes went wide, startled. “No, no, no, I wouldn’t want you to do anything!” he exclaimed, waving his hands around. “I wouldn’t dare ask such a lovely creature to do anything for me. I should be asking you that, my lady.”

“My lady?” Wow, this man was really playing it up! As endearing as you found him, you couldn’t help but really want to lean into the act even more.

Then he gave a bow and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“What’s your name?” you inquired.

“My name is Fives,” he answered.

You responded, “Well then, Fives…I am looking for the most perfect flower in this clearing. Find me one you think would satisfy me.”

“Not a problem, my lady,” he complied.

He started stepping around carefully through the flowers, looking carefully for one you requested. You were trying so hard not to laugh at just how precise he was being, even though you were only doing it as a joke. You were curious to see if he would actually find a flower he thought would be perfect and you waited in silence.

A few seconds later, he spotted one he thought would work and reached down to pull it up from the ground. However, he was unaware of how tough the roots to the flower were and, when he gave it a tug, he ended up pulling the flower out with all of its roots still attached and clods of dirt and soil mixed in, as well. It wasn’t the most attractive thing and you could tell he was a bit embarrassed at that. Finally, you couldn’t hold back and you burst with boisterous laughter, clutching at your stomach and nearly doubling over.

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Fives stated, “Well…I thought I had found the perfect flower.”

Through your laughs, you spouted out, “Oh Fives…you’re far too sweet!” As you started to calm down with heavy breathing, you went on, “I appreciate you doing that, but you don’t need to worry. I’m not actually a forest nymph.”

“You’re not?” he asked.

You laughed again. “No, I’m just a regular person. I thought what you said about me was just too charming to pass up and wanted to play along. I’m sorry. You can go ahead and put the flower down.”

The sound of your laugh was like music to his ears; a sound he felt he would never forget. He grinned in amusement and lowered the flower back down to the ground. Your laughter subsided, but you kept a sweet smile on your face as you gave Fives your name. It was a lovely name and he repeated it to savor the feel of it coming off his tongue.

“What are you doing here on Batuu?” you asked him.

Pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, he replied, “My brothers and I are taking a little shore leave here for a few days. They’re back at the cantina. I should probably get back to them.”

“How come you’re out here instead of with them?”

“I just wanted some fresh air, was all. I’m glad I came out here, though, because I might not have met you.”

Timidly, you turned your eyes away. “You don’t even know me.”

“No, I don’t…but I’d like to get to know you a little better, if that’s all right,” he said back. When you turned back to look at him, he added, “Like I said, I’ll be here for a few days. I’d like to see you again while I’m here, if you’ll allow me.”

Honestly, where was the harm in letting Fives see you again? He was undoubtedly handsome and he seemed genuinely kind and sweet. You hadn’t had a man give you as much polite attention like this in a long time and you couldn’t help but want to see him again. You then crouched down, picked up the flower he’d pulled up from the ground, separated the flower from its roots and then stood back up. With another smile, you held it out to him.

“Something to remember me by until I see you again, soldier,” you said to answer his question.

Gingerly, he took the flower from you, eager happiness bright in his eyes.

Then you did something bold and gave him a farewell kiss on the cheek. “Goodbye, Fives,” you said with a small wave. Then you turned on your heel and ran off into the trees, the skirt of your white dress flowing behind you.

Fives, still awestruck at everything that had transpired, looked down at the purple wildflower in his hands, turning it between his fingers and smiling. He didn’t imagine that just stepping outside for air would lead to something truly amazing and unexpected. Now, he had something even greater to look forward to during his stay on Batuu.

He sure was going to have one heck of a story to tell his brothers when he got back.

#cloneflowerficevent #star wars the clone wars #clone wars fives #fives x reader

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incorrectelswordquotes · 2 days

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Do you remember when the job progression quests had dialogue cutscenes and difficult quests? Each town had its own gear and you'd have to drop blue-background items to upgrade it. And it was character-specific too. Ice statues had to be crafted, and the ingredients would just pile up in your inventory. There was Unique equipment for every region you had a chance to drop after a boss battle, and it'd be shown in the chat. Plant Overlord's accessory was the top trending thing. Rena was blonde and did a flip when she double jumped. The first field introduced was the one between Hamel and Velder. The level cap was 40 and it was *hard* to get there.

I sure don't miss a lot of this stuff, but looking back, it feels like a wholly different game.

i played around when the game was still like this for the most part, except the level cap at the time was 70? and then over time it jumped to 90 but my middle-school/high-school ass couldn't keep up. actually, i remember seeing the new UI the game has for the health bars and that was already enough to throw me off. not that it looks bad, but i remember seeing this UI for the longest time:

vs this:

like as much as i miss the one i got acquainted with, this new one is a lot simpler and cleaner? yet it retains that cartoony vibe with the slanted bars so thats neat. and then there's THIS:

i'll admit i havent played during this era but man this looks busy af. it was simple yea, but something feels off about it. like i love the look here too but it kinda clashes colors-wise. there's not too much of a difference between the original UI and the one after it but i could tell it needed slimming down.

while i was gone i also learned that the previous privately-hosted server VoidEls was shut down but was eventually replaced by another, which is fair enough i guess.

"Each town had its own gear and you'd have to drop blue-background items to upgrade it. And it was character-specific too."

this was both cool and annoying, for me personally at least. it's cool in that every town having gear gave you a way to progress before getting even stronger gear. sort of like a jumping-off point for every town you got to as they handed you their own version of stuff you could use. and you could emulate their aesthetic by wearing their gear. the annoying part is that constantly switching gear means item management is necessary to prevent your inventory from maxing out, and not every item looked good on you. if you didn't have skins? tough luck. (my memory might be wrong here so please correct me if i messed something up)

"...job progression quests had dialogue cutscenes and difficult quests?"

THEY GOT RID OF THOSE!? maybe im jaded but as a writer, i liked seeing the player-characters' personal struggle as they progressed through a job-specific mission. those short cutscenes let us see what they're really like. even if some of the requirements really were trash. i still remember spamming the same dungeon over and over hoping for a quest drop (or multiple) so i can move on. but after hearing the story was consolidated to be one singular, linear path regardless of who you played, maybe they streamlined the job class progression system too?

update: yea it seems you still have to spam dungeons to upgrade to Master Class but it looks less tedious than before for previous class ranks.

"Plant Overlord's accessory was the top trending thing."

boss accessories were the bane of my existence so this makes sense. it seems like it's unobtainable, as many overworld zones and dungeons have since been removed based on what i just looked up

im assuming Plant Overlord isn't fightable anymore or only shows up in some elite zone now so rip

"Rena was blonde and did a flip when she double jumped."

i didn't know this. in fact when i checked her wiki page, the change was because her hair wasn't green enough despite her class art showing her as having green-hued hair.

speaking of the wiki,

holy fucking shit thats a lot of classes

#mod wt #ask #i did an unnecessary amount of research just for this skull emoji #this was genuine fun thanks for taking me down memory lane #if anything the last i looked up was people asking if elsword was worth coming back to-#and someone described the progression system having a neat mechanic that speeds the process up a lot and is more forgiving #so uh #thats cool #elsword

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nanodelta · 2 months

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when the hunters become the hunted

#nanodelta art #honkai star rail #hsr #kafka #hsr kafka #hsr blade #silver wolf #hsr silver wolf #hsr firefly #some of the parts here are kinda hard to see #but also i dont wanna fix it #just some sillie hunters #an excuse to draw firefly with the rest of stellahunters after the reveal

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girlcrushau · 2 months

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#me? about to use tumblr as a diary again? in 2024? unfortunately:/#but here have a waterfall i saw on a hike last week as payment #i am sO tired and exhausted emotionally after dating #there's this guy that i fr thought was going to last and be around for a long time. we spent like every moment together that we could for 2 #months straight and if we werent physicaly together we were texting or calling or on ft . just every part of our day had the other in it #not once did i ever feel unwanted undesired or uncared for. not once did i feel that i wasnt sure of his intentions. i felt safer with him #in those 2 months than i ever did with any one else i could think to compare to.#until one day he just didnt think it important to communicate any more. after 3 days of nearly nothing .. hardly any talking . i asked if #he was ok if we were ok. what was going on in his head. he said some ive just been with my buddies and family and havent been on my phone #and just. immediately thats heartbreak yanno. thats :// thats what they say when theres a new girl. but there'd never been a reason to think #there was another girl so i was like ok we're gonna trust bc this dude has been So good in every way. so i said imy but i understand. enjoy #your time with your buddies and with your fam -- i cant wait to hear about it (and hold you)#and i havent heard from him in the 3 weeks since. just randomly #so last night #i send the dreaded 'i miss you' text.#i dont expect to hear back and i accept the hurt that will come with that and the confusion that i've felt settles deeper into my heart #until this afternoon i hop on ig and see a hard launch that was posted an hour after my text was sent #that shit kinda hurt different. but also sent me into a bit of a delirious state where all i could do is laugh bc are you for fucking real #did she see my message? i know it. bc i know him and i know that he wouldnt hide anything from the person he's giving his heart #and his softness to. i can almost imagine how he showed her and promised her theres nothing to worry about #and there really isnt anything to worry about because he genuinely is the type to give his all to the relationship he's in #which feels silly to say after what happened w us. like no there wasnt a title ever #it sucks to call it a situationship because a month ago we were laughing in bed together about how we could never bc we were all in.#just the timing of the hard launch makes me giggle. did my text push them to have a conversation about what they are. was she really the #reason that he went away on me.#im trying not to blame myself . trying not to think about the phone calls i didnt answer. about what i could have done differently. trying #not to think about where we would be if i didnt let my anxieties hold me back. if i wasnt scared about what he'd think of the parts of me #that i keep hidden just a little bit longer than the rest.#and at the same time im trying not to put him on a pedestal. but that pedestal is just where i wholeheartedly believe he belongs #he set the bar for me. he set the standard. i was never too much. i was never too little. he made me feel perfect just as i am

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star-mum · 8 months

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Okay OP nation I have some (maybe controversial) statements about the Straw Hats and I need y’all to listEN FIRST OKAY- HEAR ME OUT

Boyfriend: Zoro and Franky

Husband: Usopp and Sanji

Girlfriend: Nami

Wife: Robin

Luffy: Aroace king

#DO YOU SEE THE VISION ????#like I am a Certified Zoro Girlie but thats not a husband... he has Boyfriend written all over him #I cant call him husband in my head - ‘oh that’s my Husband Zoro’ - ew no - 'thats my BOYFRIEND Zoro' - yes !#Franky is just cool and sensitive like that -> the boyfren to defeat all boyfrends -> i'd fall hard and fast -> like embarrassingly so #SANJI OH MY GOD !!! THE FIRST MAN WHO DARED TO MALEWIFE #and of course anime he has a couple red flags but I always put those on ‘annoying anime trope’ rather than accepting thats a part of him (C #(OPLA IS HERE TO PROVE THAT) shit like in canon they kinda set him up as this totally uncool Wannabe Casanova (which he is !!)#but he’s also just effortlessly charming ???? me at 7 y/o watching his intro for the very first time ??? a goner !!! -> me at 20 yo watchin #GOD !! USOPP !! THE MAN ! THE KING ! THE LEGEND -> I have ALWAYS been an Usopp girlie -> cause im always right and i love to win #y’all gonna give a pathetic cowardly little man with huge dreams and an even bigger heart who ALWAYS stands up for whats right #DESPITE BEING SCARED ???? I’m in the chapel baby lets do this 👰🏻 -> also his tiddies are always out ??? DUNGAREES WITH NO SHIRT !! WHATS NO #risking his life fighting an incredibly powerful and scary pirate for an entire village who didn’t treat him fairly and DIDNT BELIEVE HIM #him going to a place he was Not Welcomed and constantly mistreated at only to tell a DYING girl incredibly fun stories and keep her company #cause he saw his mom go through the same thing as a kid ? -> i love him yall 🥺#NAMI !!! thats Girlfriend with a capital G -> shes pretty greedy and a little bit (very) mean -> i love her sm i want her to rule my life #RO !! BIN !! the crush I have on that woman is honestly embarrassing -> she is THE wife -> do not be mistaken #i dont really see Luffy wanting a romantic relationship but that’s not gonna stop me from reading fanfic about him ; p #i had to edit this and glue some tags together so they'd all fit -> thats why theres so many arrows -> I have Thoughts okay -> let me live #one piece #opla #one piece live action #straw hats

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byanyan · 2 months

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...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x

#a few weeks of mentally struggling & being out of it has really done a number on all that hard work i did getting (almost) caught up l-lmao #tbf everything except like. 2 threads (& a few unprompted asks that're in there) are all from march & april but. hhhh.#i was doing sm better at staying on top of stuff and then suddenly that all went to hell lmakjfakjs #really tho i suppose i should just keep doing whatever i'm feeling/enjoying the most right?#i'm here to have fun not stress over deadlines that don't exist for replies #need to get better at remembering that. need to..... idk. stop feeling overwhelmed over a hobby lmao #i just!!!! feel so bad leaving things for so long!!! i worry it makes people think i don't want to write w them #or i've lost interest or smth which!!! is not at all the case!!!! my brain just sucks so bad!!!!!#i'm rambling to myself ignore me ajsfksd i'll see what i feel like tackling tomorrow #hopefully?? i'll have some better focus??? bc my writing has still felt v disjointed today and i don't. like that. at all.#but my usual routine around the house is still kinda disrupted & off-kilter until monday which i think is playing a big part in my struggle #so. idk. we'll see. i'm still rambling i'm sorry pls continue ignoring me askjfsd #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.

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permafrown · 3 months

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sorry if you've ever tried to message me anywhere ever and I come off as off-putting or otherwise stale. you have to raise my affection level to get me to talk like a normal person.

tldr for the tags ; I'm holding back in convos and it's probably detrimental more than anything

#yikes.txt #/lh for the most part #its 8 am and im doing some thinkin rn #here and like in servers are where you'll see me like.. at my most genuine #but one on one im ngl i kinda put up a front bc i feel like i have to be. a listener first and foremost and a person 2nd #if that makes sense.#i love listsning to ppl/reading messages dont get me wrong #but i also try really hard not to talk about myself too much.#it probably doesnt work as much as intended but. idk.#after convos with new ppl if i feel like ive overshared i genuinely feel. awful. and selfish.#which isnt how human interaction works.#hell this even happens with some of my irls too.#im in a constant state of feeling like i talk too much and/or ive talked about myself too much

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whomturgled · 11 months

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i have so many feelings and i hate it

#and regrets of any time ive acted up or feel like in hindsight it wasnt cherishing the time i have w them as i shld be and #and things i want to do with them still and ways to love them and be loved and understand their way of loving and #i think we can be so good together and. i miss them. and i hope they miss me.#i really hope theyll miss me soon and want me again and . ik its maybe a little messed up but i want to believe and trust and #its hard and it hurts but. i really feel theres a great connection and if i need to chill out a bit and remember myself more thats fine #and on me for getting so like. moody recently. altho i kinda feel like part of that is med changes but u__u still i need to be able to like #be better and i think they make me better and so happy and. im so comfortable with them and i love them and i wld want to make it work #even if it had to be distance but i dont think i want to just be their friend like maybe but it would hurt a lot bc i love them so much #and i hope they wanna be with me too still and will allow me to romance them yknow flowers and adventures and love and take care and... yea #and maybe some of this was just them going thru a lot rn and im sorry for adding pressure to it and i want to be the comfortable respite an #auurgrgghfhdhdhhfhfdhh i miss them #i just keep thinking abt them like ill have periods of not but then i do again and. idk.#theres also a lot of complicated feelings and thoughts and its like i want to like. idk. know some of their friends n stuff n. :^( idk #i dont feel well from the stress and emotions and ow of it all #i really hope it isnt just a way for them to let me down i really hope they come back eventually like i wanna believe they will but #ourgsghthfhdhfhghghdhdhwkelftk4bfbhwiwjtjejAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #i love them a lot. and need to listen more abt more alone time stuff bc it is good for both of us but not like this u_u #ok sorry for rambling i needed somewhere to write feelings so here we are #i guess part of me is hoping theyre thinking abt me at least a bit and maybe will check this and see it and be like wow i do miss them too #but ik thats silly and eitth3u2ieigjtb4jirifjwji24jgntn aahhhhhhhhhhh. i say a lot of things wrong esp when scared or overly emotional and.#urgevshehrhtjrjeitjtnjeeitjtjwjeiigvjiw9384847rhfbwjoe4j4n4j289djrnrnf #i just really really hope they come back soonish and like want me and are like yes i do want you sorry for that but not a huge sorry bc #like i understand where theyre coming from and. and. yeah. idk. soon doesnt have to be today or tomorrow but maybe a week or 2 idk #i just realy miss them and it hurts and i really dont want them with someone else or to just throw it all away andni want to prove i can #like. idk. love them and be better and more positive i guess we've both been dealing w a lot of stuff and i do need to learn to accept and #more patient w how we communicate differently and we do have to face that but its a difficult topic to confront ig and aurh4hwhshhrlffff #i think they love me i want to trust and i really hope they dont try to make any decisions for me or like based on what they think best 4 m #bc i get to decide that :^(#when i said let down i meant like. leave my life and never talk to me again and stuff.. ;^(. idk how to feel abt some things but. idk. idk.#theres so many feelings and that all is just a pretty vague tip of the iceberg ugh

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rosicheeks · 7 months

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So I watched the first episodes or so of Adventure Time. Is there I guess....a um...breathrough episode that makes you like fall in love with it?

I just looked through them and not going to lie the first season is definitely not my favorite. The first season is where you meet a lot of the characters and see the universe. They are mainly super random and silly.

The first episode of season 2 is pretty good you get to learn more about Marceline and her dad.

S3 Ep9 - first fionna and cake episode (again not my favorite episodes but they are important to know who they are if you want to watch fionna and cake (the series) in the future)

S3 E26 - you get to meet flame princess for the first time 🥰🫶🫶🫶🫶

S4 E26 - The Lich - this is where the story part comes in and it gets GOOOOOOD. There are a few episodes before this that have some story I think but it’s very light if I remember right. This is where things kinda turn in adventure time in my opinion

S5 Ep1 - you get to meet Prismo!!! More story! Good shit

#ok ok ok #so I think if you want to get hooked on adventure time I would start watching from season 4 episode 26 #I know I know it sounds like a big jump but like I said I think the first few seasons are mainly just introducing the characters #kinda seeing where everyone lives and their personalities #there are some story episodes in the earlier seasons but I don’t think anything important #it’s one of those shows where usually you can just watch and instantly know what’s going on #you don’t have to watch them in order buuut once you get to the story part it’s better to watch in order just in case #it’s hard to explain cause most of them are Willy nilly and silly but after the end of season 4 you have more chance to get to story #and THEN season 7 is where you get to go into the depths of the characters and their backstories #all of the episodes are 10ish minutes but then season 7 and beyond have multiple parts to some of them #so like the first one is all about Marceline and it has 8 parts #I think that’s all I wanted to say????#but I definitely understand not falling in love with it right away #it was just a thrown on show for awhile until I got to the story story and I was like OH?????? OK I SEE YOU #feel like I wanted to say more but here you gooooo #I think if you wanted to start S4 E26 and get into the story and then if you fall in love with it you can always go back #and watch the beginning seasons #but I definitely don’t think you need to watch the first few seasons to understand what’s going on later #and if you watch the end of season 4 and the beginning of season 5 and it’s still not your jam that’s alright!#I’m sure it’s not for everyone #ask

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the-acid-pear · 11 months

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I have yet to keep inspecting the sweepstakes, I need some air and food first, but I might as well share what I've been thinking about Mike today, because I heard of an interpretation saying Mike was a camera man for Spamton which ... Is very interesting. Like for me this makes me think of Mike as someone who admired Spamton, someone way smaller than him, definitely younger imo, who simply excitedly followed along with the orders given. I mean, up to a certain point. I mean this feeling is reinforced in the q&a when asked about Mike, that makes Spamton get very defensive, almost protective. In my eyes it almost creates this almost platonic familiar bond dynamic whatever. But like this is just a shot in the dark, bc what we know is, 3 lines, period. But if when chapter 3, 4 and 5 come out and Mike is there and I'm right about these things then I'm gonna feel like a god tbh.

#luly talks #not gonna put this one on main tag bc its a bit too vague and speculative and shit but im leaving rbs on in case some1 is like hm ur into #something here nemo im which case i will wag my tail and bat my eyelashes #but am i making sense anyway?#like just to make sure: my idea of mike is a camera man younger and smaller than Spamton who admired the guy #and spamton out of idk fondness bc he reminded him of his old self kinda took the guy under his wing in a way #that's why he's so protective and shit #although unrelated to this bc just. putting that there and NOT touching it but it's interesting what Spammy says right after name dropping #mike if you believe in the cameraman interpretation (which i saw in a video i then stopped watching bc i wanted to explore that shit myself)#bc he right after says to not believe anything you see on tv but this could easily imply mike did do his part but the editing team changed #shit. but its just very curious what involvement Mike could've had because. why would he be as targeted as he appears to be?#and what caused him to also abandone spamton? is mike even fucking alive? judging by Spammy's q&a dialogue you'd assume he is #but i mean that's official but not canon right so it's a bit hard to judge?#but Mike seems to be the only one he isn't really resentful towards for leaving him almost implying it wasn't Mike's choice?#i just can't wait to see more of this bc it's gonna reveal a whole side to this little puppet previously unknown #in fact i think that after breathing some air im gonna go look at the snowgrave neo fight flavor text and cry and piss and etc #I'm still not over spamton begs the audience to stop taking the furniture i can see the poor guy being evicted as he tries to plead not to #so vividly wugh. my poor little guy of questionable morals . . . 😢#also don't get me started on the commemorative ring man what on earth is going on there.........

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