#I didn’t water my plants..

[luderailing]

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#hetalia #art #my art #aph denmark #guess who went….skiing last weekend! #meant to actually draw this then #but ngl #always feel like an old man after I ski haha #all my joints go to dust #so I just laid in bed drinking hot tea and thinking about my plants I didn’t water #oh shit #I didn’t water my plants.. #uhm. anyway #I was going to originally draw all the nordics but I was cut short of time due to paranormal activity in my house

[morganbritton132]

Eddie to his Tiktok following: Hey guys, it’s currently eight AM on a Saturday and we just got back from the grocery store because Stevie here needs to make a pie for our neighbor and sworn enemy, Diane.

Steve: You don’t understand because you didn’t grow up in an upper middle class neighborhood, Eddie. This is warfare. She brought us cookies.

Eddie, sarcastically: Wow, thank god I grew up in a trailer park where I never got hate-crimed like this.

Steve: She’s saying that we suck

Eddie: Or, and consider this, she was just being nice? Maybe she was making cookies and wanted to share.

Steve: They’re oatmeal cookies, Eddie

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#Eddie: you like oatmeal cookies #Steve: I like a lot of things but I’m not accepting them from Satan #Eddie: …Jesus h Christ. how am I the dramatic one? #Eddie: when you were in the hospital a couple years ago it was Diana that came over to feed the cat and water your plants #Steve: to snoop through our stuff. she used my hairspray #Eddie: babe I used your hairspray. she didn’t do anything except our grocery shopping that week because she’s nice #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #Eddie Munson Tiktok Saga

[ash-and-starlight]

throwing this into the void but who knows. tumblr knowledge is vast and mysterious. is anyone here good with plants?? i have a little monstera deliciosa in a vase with water, it was thriving before but a couple of weeks ago its leaves started yellowing and dying and idk what to do, light and temperature conditions haven’t changed and i change the water + clean the vase once a week blease my son…. he’s very sick.,,,

#plant tumblr if u out there 😔😔😔 #i fear it might just be my Vibes i’m horrible with plants no matter how hard i try #so far the only things i’ve managed to keep alive are a pothos and a snake plant #but afaik those shits can survive nuclear warfare so. #not a good parameter #and i tried to google the symptoms but i didn’t find anything helpful!!!! #‘yellow leaves mean an excess of water’ #bitcH IT IS /IN/THE WATER!!!!! #send post

[artificial-condition]

I love growing so many different plants but if I had to choose one to be my favorite it would be garlic. They bring me so much uncomplicated joy: I get to plant them when I’m sad about the end of the growing season and watch them do their thing when nothing else is growing. I’m sitting outside right now because I have covid and have been stuck for days inside one room and I’m just staring at them like 🥰🧄🌱

#my thoughts #garlic #they’re so easy to grow too #I just plant and watch and very occasionally water but honestly they’d be fine even if I didn’t #I encourage people to grow them it’s so nice

[fleshdyke]

you guys remember that time my dad killed my pet and then blamed me for it lol

#i still miss jpeg so fucking much #i remember for weeks after he died i would turn on his light in the morning and forget that he wasn’t there to greet me and it was so awful #remembering he was dead every single morning #and every few days i would put a little plant food in the tank and it was such a fucking gut punch every time #bc the cycle was disrupted now. nothing was working like how it was supposed to bc he wasn’t there anymore. those plants that lived off him #for months were the only thing i had left of him #and he told me at one point after he died ‘next time you get a betta you have to take care of it’ like FUCK YOU I DID! I FUCKING DID! #i cycled the tank and i fed him and i kept tabs on the water levels and i did all his water changes and i told my dad when he started #getting sick bc i wasn’t able to get medicine myself! and he tried to fucking gaslight me into believing that i was delusional! #bc he didn’t want to admit that he was wrong! and he refused to fucking do anything about it to the point where i was scrambling for people #i knew who could drive to take me to the fish store and get medicine #and then he fucking died! he died when i was at school and my dad just flushed him down the toilet #and he told me in the most insensitive way possible #and he tried going ‘im sorry i didnt listen to you’ or whatever like sorry’s not going to fucking cut it you killed my fucking pet #and then he went right back to blaming me for it #and then after he died my brother told me that he’d asked my dad about jpeg one time and he SAID that he was pretty much a goner #he fucking KNEW he was dying and still refused to do anythign??? for what fucking reason? bc he couldn’t admit he was ever wrong? bc he #wanted to watch me suffer? #and then for weeks i was taking care of an empty tank #bc the plants in his tank were the only thing left of him #and i couldn’t let them just sit and wither away bc that’s what i did with jpeg and i couldn’t just watch him die again #and then i moved his plants into the other 40gal and i had to look at the way the other fish ignored jpeg’s favourite anubias #and i had to take down his tank and wash all the rocks and driftwood and pack it all back up and then he was gone for real #jpeg was the first thing i was really proud of and my dad had to fucking take it from me #rambles #vent #pet death

[mildmayfoxe]

i cant believe i didn’t put chili flakes in my roasted tomatoes

#stupid!!!!! #i just took them out bc i’m tired of waiting. they didn’t break down as much as i expected but they will still be delish #now i am making my toast. soon… #chatpost #i did dishes and watered all my plants while i waited. who wants to come over & hang out with me while i repot #i GOTTA do it soon i haven’t repotted in so long. these guys are suffering. they need new dirt #i miss having a porch. if i had a porch i would be more excited about repotting i think

[thxnks4themrms]

Okay last night I had the idea of propitiating boy parts like we do with plants. There’s probably a term for it but I can’t think of it rn 🙁 anyways the desired body part would have a piece taken from a donor and put into a solution where it’d propagate by liquid. Once it’s fully idfk grown (?) then it can be given to said person who wants it

#guys im going insane #someone knock me out #please #i was really into plants if you didn’t already know #i used to propagate them all the time #🙁🙁🙁🙁 #someone remind me i need to water my plants

[permanentreverie]

a moment of joy in days of tired darkness!!!

#i complain way too much here so sharing my triumphs <3 #(taking a page from songbird because i want to be more like her) #getting home from work today i was able to get ALL of my chores done!!! #i loooved having my friend stay with me for a week i truly needed the break and she’s such a blessing <3 #(we bought ‘soul sisters’ matching bracelets - hers gold and mine silver - and the statement couldn’t be more true 🥹) #but in that i let my room get VERY messy #and i was busing working yesterday and didn’t have time (literally cried on my way home because of how tired i was) #so i made it a goal to do everything tonight so tomorrow (my one day off) i may relax! #so i was able to clean my room; do two loads of laundry; wash my bedding; vacuum; water my plants; and tidy my bathroom!! #it may not sound like much but it was a MESS #also i did my nails cause they broke :( #so now they are VERY short (had to cut them) and i painted a few coats of clear nail polish so hopefully they won’t break #i have to get gas and get my oil changed and exchange some icecream tomorrow morning #but then i’m just gonna relax!!! #would like to change my themes but we shall see. i want to watch tv and read mostly #also i’m gonna stop in and book a hair appointment for next week!! #that’s right i’m gonna chop off my hair #it’s been years and i didn’t get it trimmed as it was growing out so i have lots of split and dead ends #and if i have to get it cut i may as well just go all the way yknow #i love having short hair and i’m lowkey excited #and i work 6 days after that but thankfully i booked myself for opening shifts which leaves my evenings free to myself which i really love

[glitterhoof]

raging at junimo cart on shane’s bday today

#awn the intercom #I got him to eight hearts which made me kind of sad. Is that what Haley stans feel #I want him to stay being mean to me a little longer g*damnit can I have my enemies to close friends to sloppy kissing at a gridball game. #Haley stans have it easy shes mean even when she doesn’t try. Shane went out of his way to be rude to me #I wish I didn’t gift him so many favorite gifts UGH ITS JUST TOO EASY TO WIN HIM OVER. #Also whats with the sdv fandom going “Shane likers are trying to follow a ‘i Can change him’ fantasy.’ #Uhm no I am not. I am just sick and tired of being treated nicely and maybe i WANT to be treated rudely. HONESTLY. #We don’t even change him. he goes to therapy because of Harvey’s reccomendation #All we did was Poor plant water on his head and suggest he doesn’t roll off of a cliff . #If that’s your definition of having ‘savior syndrome’ the bar is in hell #I Guess It’s the implied conversations ten farmer would have if we passed by Shane but I’ve never felt like “ooouhhhh i Can MAKE HIM NICE’ #I CAN SAVE HIM!!! yeah well I’ve made him worse by feeding him alchohol in my first save. So.

[curly-cottage-girl]

Picked some cherries from the tree to add to my lunch tomorrow :D

#cottagecore #cottage living #cherries #I’m still coming down from being extremely annoyed and flustered tho bc the chickens got into the garden #which obviously isn’t good for the plants! #and after the rats decimated my plot too! #and they kept coming in and I had just had a Time of it with the hose to try to water my garden #and I knew my timer was probably going off for my very late dinner that was in the oven but I was wrangling the constant flow of chickens #and covered in grass and wet dirt #I’m also probably pmsing #and didn’t use my time well this afternoon which put me in a mood and I can feel the Depression looming up behind me a little again #but it’s okay #bc the meds make it manageable and I know I can weather it if I just stay strong

[chuuphic]

cleaned 💯

#aa #didn’t tidy much but i dusted ❕ vacuumed ❕ cleaned bathroom ❕ #also i watered my plants they were so thirsty sorry plants

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Actually scratch the wobble stool; they’re too expensive. Instead, consider: yoga ball.

#They’re less than half the price of a wobble stool and more enjoyable (to me); why didn’t I think of that sooner? #I’m debating whether I should get orange or silver… Maybe silver actually #Because I’ll have an orange storage ottoman and orange bedding #Because I’m going for the classic Lost In Space aesthetic so everything will be very industrial and 60’s mod #with space motifs #Wait I wonder if they have yoga balls that look like beach balls #You know… like the “mines” that Penny got trapped in during that one episode with what’s his face #Goodrich… Good-something #That would be funny #Maybe I should make a replica of that freaky cabbage alien and prop him up in the corner next to the bookshelf #kind of like how my old history teacher wants his mummified corpse to be propped up in a corner of the classroom when he dies #WAIT NO I HAVE AN EVEN BETTER IDEA #get a roomba and decorate it like that disembodied face on wheels following Tucker around during his second appearance #“G O O D E V E N I N G” #And a timer by my plants set to go off every day at the same time that screams “MOISTURE! MOISTUUURRREE!” at me so I water them

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I hate how inconsistent the temperature iOS this time of year. Today the high is like 64 but two days from now they are predicting a high of 80 something. Every morning i have to check the weather to see what I have to do, air conditioning on or off, and when I’m getting out my clothes for the day i have to figure out just how much of the day I’ll be outside. In the morning it will be like 60 something and then at noon it’s like 80. What pants am I supposed to wear like this? And do I need a sweater or will it just be extra bulk in warmer weather? On Monday I was like “oh hell yeah, I can wear my skinny jeans now. And the new ouija board sweater i got at target! And then yesterday it was 75 and i forgot to check the weather so i didn’t turn on the air conditioning or open a window until i noticed it was uncomfortably warm in the afternoon and i had trouble falling asleep because my bedroom (i don’t open the window here very often because i live near train tracks and I’d rather not hear it louder in my bedroom while i try to sleep, and any wind will blow my curtains around and let light in) even with my window open all night while it dipped to around 60 felt too hot, but I refused to use the air conditioner when it was 60 out and nice. I had been using the stove though and that combined with my body heat and the weather warming the small apartment up, I was sweating in my bed and I couldn’t fall asleep. And then! If you sweat a whole lot overnight and your window is open cooling the place down, you’re hit by cold when you remove the blanket. I need to wash shorts and pants and it’s weird. September is always super inconsistent here.

#emma posts #and when i have my window open to the cold I worry about my cactus #I wonder if living on the second floor makes it warmer? heat rises #and when we had that insane cold snap last winter the first floor felt cold enough for a coat indoors m #I think the actual apartments were warmer with the heaters but it was still cold af #I’m surprised my African violet didn’t die #that thing has been through hells and keeps going #is scoffs at any other plants i have that maybe get stressed by watering schedule being changed or temperature dropping a little more than #is comfortable for them #a seasoned veteran who has put up with the strain that is depending on a human with adhd #looking upon the orchid that stopped flowering the moment I forgot to water for a little too long #those violets can live for 80 years and i don’t want to jinx it but i would only be half surprised #if the violet outlived me. it might be a close competition though because the women on my dad’s mom’s side of the family have lived crazy #long lives. at least one got cancer. but unlike her husband she got better #to be fair she had skin cancer and everyone else in that family that got cancer got it way worse #my grandpa lived like two decades longer than the doctors expected when he was diagnosed but towards the end it wasn’t great #so on my dad’s side it’s kinda like. if cancer doesn’t kill you you’ll be old af #unfortunately cancer has gotten several people #I’m half convinced that something the farm was using back in the day was worse than they thought #I don’t know of anything that has actually been proven to cause cancer being used. but it’s weird that it happened four times #maybe it was the aresenic water? it’s filtered now but no one knew the groundwater had it until I was like six or seven

[ookaookaooka]

oh man i hope i didn’t kill my potato seeds by accident

#i don’t think i watered them enough (didn’t realize that tiny seed starter pots dry out faster) #so they just kinda sat dry for most of a week #i did try and mist them once a day? but that dries out pretty fast and i think i missed a few days #website says they’re supposed to germinate in 7-10 days and today’s day 7 and there’s no sign of life #i am. v bad at plants #i almost killed my strawberries because i didn’t realize they need watering every day #i’ve killed 2 salal starts and possibly a third #i almost killed MINT ffs i think i found the problem but it’s still struggling #and my onions are so so so so tiny #the only plant of mine that’s thriving (i think) (i hope it’s not actually dying) is my lemongrass i sprouted from fred meyers lmao #it may be the world’s ugliest houseplant (big stick in a jar) but at least i haven’t killed it

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

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Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

#let Tim Drake go to college you cowards #he got his GED in this one boys #let Tim fucking age #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny the tired college student #bamf danny phantom #siren au??? #sea cryptic Danny #bro I had war flashbacks to discussion board group work #terrible why do I do this to myself #the batarangs in the middle of the bay was from when Bruce tried to kill the joker and himself #Danny: people just can’t clean up after themselves these days #sea cryptic! danny au

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.

His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.

“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”

You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.

“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”

It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”

It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”

Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands  graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”

“I need to— You said I could go—”

“Just give me another minute, darling.”

His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.

“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #harper x reader #yandere harper #dol harper x reader #yandere drabble #yandere degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity imagines #yandere dol #dol imagines