#im working on it. on being better at going with the flow

[spookypartycrit]

The Crashers admitting their faults and fears makes them so much better than all the CC's I watched before.

Youtubers and streamers being able to self reflect? I thought none of them could do that!

Gives me hope that if things go south, they will be able to make it out alive and as better individuals.

- 🦷

I think its incredibly mature to acknowledge parts of yourself you need to work on, being able to self reflect and work on improving.

Im espically proud of nick who tend to be. Neurotic about the way hes observed to not only give the prompt but encourage the others to be honest about it. They didnt really need to admit it on camera but putting struggles out there to your audience shows a level of trust.

The way eevee asked witch personality to use and nick probably said the real one… then he praised sophist for going to japan and getting outta his comfort zone. That was so sweet im gonna combust into a million pieces.

Its horrifically vulnerable thing to share your bad traits with your audience. I also love how you can see them taking steps to improve thier toxic traits

(Brents been trying to be better at dealing with people side of fandom stuff, that qna channel kinda scary but i can see hes trying. Ive also seen him liking more fanart, maybe is cause i also really dislike dealing with people but i relate alot to him.)

I truly belive self honesty is the key to a happy life. If you understand yourself fully, you will always know your own limits and what your capable of.

If this shit explodes, i believe they will all be fine, it will prob suck having your hard work go up in flames but they got good support systems. They will endure, trust

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Dating/ Relationship headcannons for eyeless jack? For female reader, please! Thank you!

Haha so like believe it or not I’ve started writing dating headcanons shortly after posting my general NSFW headcanons…. And then I got distracted

Also um so like me when I said I was gonna answer a bunch of requests over spring break and then proceeded to not answer a single one after that…. SO YEAH IM WORKING ON IT

Anyways…

𓆩♡𓆪 Creepypasta boys dating headcanons 𓆩♡𓆪

+love languages as a bonus

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, BEN drowned, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff the Killer

☠︎︎ physical touch, he’s very used to touch being used in a negative way, towards him or by him so soft touches would make him melt

☠︎︎ likes to have you in his lap

☠︎︎ like wdym you need a chair he’s right here???

☠︎︎ he flirts with you by being sarcastic and snarky ☠︎︎ so like you might think he hates you at first before you realize he has a crush on you

☠︎︎ not great with his words/expressing his feelings

☠︎︎ you’d need to have thick skin to be with him, because he will definitely say things he doesn’t mean during an argument

☠︎︎ and he LIKES to argue, so if you hate conflict he’s probably not for you

☠︎︎ jealous and a bit possessive too, so you’d have to be careful about how you talk to other people and how often you do so

☠︎︎ he needs a LOT of reassurance and attention but he won’t ask for it directly, he’ll just get snappy and mean without an explanation

☠︎︎ it’s not always obvious why he’s upset so he’d need to be with someone who is both perceptive and patient

☠︎︎ he’s not the best at figuring out why you’re upset, so direct communication is best for him

☠︎︎ ride or die tbh, he doesn’t like very many people so if you’ve somehow wooed him you ain’t ever getting away

Ticci Toby

✘ touchtouchtouch

✘ he can’t feel pain or temperature so he values the things he can feel

✘ his hands are always on you in some capacity

✘ he’ll have his arm around you, he’ll hold your hand, and he LOVES it when you hold his arm

✘ he’ll also bear hug you and pick you up whenever he sees you (and he expects you to run into his arms)

✘ kinda OBNOXIOUS lol, like he’s the type of bf who does shit to annoy you just because he likes to see you get all riled up

✘ pokes your nose, licks your face, bites you, anything to get your attention

✘ no press is bad press

✘ the way he expresses love and affection is… unconventional

✘ like will sometimes just be so over the top and cannot read the situation

✘ he’d be very blunt in how he feels about you and generally is uninhibited when speaking about his feelings

✘ This can sometimes lead to issues so would need thick skin if you’re gonna date him

✘ he’s spontaneous and super energetic so you either need to be someone who can match that energy or super go with the flow

✘ has trouble seeing things from your perspective sometimes, but in an argument he doesn’t get all heated he just shuts down

✘ so he’d definitely do better with someone who’s not very temperamental

✘He’s a wild ride but if you can be down with all he’s got going on, he’ll stay in a long term relationship

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 gifts! He would definitely be bringing you back little trinkets

𖤐 it could be fun and pretty things he’s found while he’s out or little snacks/your favorite drink, etc

𖤐 just anything he can bring you to show you he was thinking of you

𖤐 treats you like you are dainty because he’s scared of breaking you

𖤐 he loves so gently

𖤐 makes sure you know you are valued by him

𖤐 regularly tells you he loves you, that you’re beautiful, he appreciates you

𖤐 plans the cutest dates and really likes to take you out

𖤐 the dates would be super tailored to what you’re into

𖤐 arguments are more like open discussions and he genuinely wants to help you change and grow as a person

𖤐 he’s a bit protective and only slightly jealous, no more than anyone else really

𖤐 he doesn’t want to hold you back in anyway really so he doesn’t often tell you what to do

𖤐 he would do best with someone who’s softer and less judgmental, he has a lot of shame around his eating habits and feeling like a monster

𖤐 he tends to give more than he takes so he’d do better with someone who’s also very generous that way there’d be equal dynamics between you two

BEN drowned

⚠︎ quality time, but not so much in the way of just liking to be around, he likes if you actually make plans to see him, even if it’s just to hang out

⚠︎ loves to play video games with you and he gets competitive

⚠︎ somewhat like Toby he is a little shit!

⚠︎ like he just LOVES to annoy the fuck out of you

⚠︎ he just thinks you’re wayyyy too cute when you’re angry

⚠︎ really likes to show off who he’s with

⚠︎ will buy you clothes, makeup, etc really anything to doll you up and show you off

⚠︎ once you are official he will be telling everyone in the existence of ever

⚠︎ especially because…

⚠︎ he’s SUPER POSSESSIVE like oh god HE’S SICK

⚠︎ like if someone LOOKS at you a little too long he’s got a problem

⚠︎ god forbid someone hits on you

⚠︎ but rather than taking it up with you, he just secretly ruins their life

⚠︎ he may not always be the best partner, he can lack empathy at times and arguments with him are a nightmare because he will twist your words and may manipulate you lightly

⚠︎ will randomly come through when it really matters

⚠︎ would do better with someone who’s (and forgive me here for my choice of word) a bit tsundere-like

⚠︎ he likes someone who takes effort to win over because he loves the chase

⚠︎ he also likes if you’re easy to embarrass or get a reaction out of

⚠︎ your relationship will feel like constant push and pull

X Virus

☣︎ acts of service

☣︎ Cody is a problem solver and will do what he can to make you happy and help you when there’s things troubling you

☣︎ at the same time, he has periods where he gets really invested into what he’s studying and may not pay attention to you for days

☣︎ so if you’re caring and will support him while he gets like that >>>>

☣︎ like bringing him food, helping with his laundry, etc (daily tasks he would need to do but he’s too hyper focused to take care of himself)

☣︎ you may have to convince him to shower during these periods

☣︎ would likely be pretty inexperienced in romance

☣︎ would defo be one of those guys that gets exponentially hotter after getting a girlfriend because she teaches him how to dress and be presentable

☣︎ rambles on about his experiments so you would ideally be a good listener and someone who will engage with him even if you have no idea what he’s talking about

☣︎ not super jealous but has CRAZY accurate senses when it comes to someone actually liking you and subtly flirting with you

☣︎ it’s like a siren goes off in his brain and then he’s like “not that person”

☣︎ pussy whippedddddd like once he’s into you you’ve got him on his KNEES

☣︎ got him opening doors and carrying heavy stuff like shittttttt

Tim/Masky

꩜ acts of service

꩜ Tim is not always the best with his words and can be kind of awkward so he’d rather just do things to show he cares

꩜ protective almost in like a dad way, like would make sure your car had all the fluids and maintenance it needs (can u tell I know nothing about cars)

꩜ or you’d randomly mention something you want and it’ll magically appear

꩜ he’s very practical, so dates and anniversaries are not too over the top, he keeps it simple

꩜ he’d do best with someone who’s more chill and laid back

꩜ he’s slow to open up and not the best at discussing his feelings so someone who is patient & perceptive is better for him

꩜ if it’s cold he always wants you to take his jacket (also loves to see you in it)

꩜Chivalry ain’t dead while he’s around

꩜ doesn’t get jealous often, he’s pretty mature

꩜ he’s very closed off and secretive about the parts of his life that he’s not proud of, so he’d need to be with someone who’s comfortable with not knowing everything

꩜ this also means it would take you a while to meet Masky

☆ Masky isn’t around all that often so you won’t get a ton of attention from him

☆ he views you as more of a pet than a girlfriend

☆ will give you the occasional head pat or say something flirtatious which often borders on sexual harassment

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 words of affirmation

𖣐 he likes to be told that he is valued!

𖣐 but also loves to compliment you, and he is quite charming

𖣐 LOVES to tease

𖣐 he’s constantly taking pictures of you or recording you

𖣐has a picture of you in his wallet

𖣐 writes you little love notes and hides them in places you’ll find them easily

𖣐 he’s really perceptive so you can’t easily hide your feelings around him

𖣐 he will call bullshit if you try to say “no, I’m not mad” because he KNOWS

𖣐 not really jealous at all tbh

𖣐 if someone hits on you he takes it as a compliment

𖣐 like yeah he knows you’re hot

☹ You don’t see Hoodie for a while

☹ because lowkey he acts like a stalker at first even though you’re dating Brian and therefore also him

☹ he wouldn’t just come up and approach you, he has to be a weirdo and watch you from the shadows

☹ like just come talk to me you freak

☹ he will also leave you letters but they’re a little more sinister than Brian’s and in places that are off putting

☹ eventually he’d approach you, but like Masky he more so sees you as something to toy with rather than a girlfriend (even though his affection for you is definitely deep in there somewhere)

Hope you enjoyed :3

[monolotus]

°˖✧◝ (𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮) ◜✧˖°

includes: wonwoo fighting, mentions of reader having a period, ramyeon

[05:54 a.m]

wonu👾: having breakfast with mingyu! long day ahead 😢

[07:32 a.m]

wonu👾: good morning sleepy head!

[08:06 a.m]

wonu👾: let me know when you wake up!

[11:00 a.m]

wonu👾: just catching up! about to enter the studio, talk to you in a bit💗

[15:53 p.m]

wonu👾: it’s almost four, there’s no way you are still sleeping

[missing call]

[missing call 2]

[15:57 p.m]

wonu👾: are you mad?

wonu👾: if you are mad, at least let me know you are okay.

[16:37 p.m]

wonu👾: i don’t remember you having anything in your calendar, are you at the library? a caffe?

[17:25 p.m]

wonu👾: about to enter practice!

wonu👾: if i’m done and you haven’t replied yet, i’ll be going to your apartment

[19:57 p.m]

wonu👾: babe?

[missing call]

[19:59 p.m]

wonu👾: got left off early, im coming

Wonwoo had been busy all day, their manager bickering whenever he would get a break to text you during work. He couldn’t help it though, it was so rare of you to not reply to his texts. Not only that, but he had to re-write his entire verse in the next title track, as the co-producers said “it didn’t fit the flow”. So, on top of all his work, he hadn’t gotten a single message from you since last night.

He hadn’t seen you active on social media either, this only making him worry more.

As he got closer to the door of your apartment, he could feel his heart almost escaping from his chest as he saw the door unlocked. Why was your door unlocked? Were you with somebody? Had somebody break in?

Filled with questions, he quickly got into your apartment, starting to call out your name.

Going to the kitchen, he grabbed one of the largest knifes he could find, while holding his phone in the other. Ready to call for help if needed. Slowly, he started going to each room- the bathroom, the laundry room, even the little balcony you had.

The door to your room was slightly open, and he could only think the worse. Cracking it open, he saw your figure hugging a foxdungee. With a confused expression on his face, he let the knife in one of the shelves, before reaching for you, only for you to jump once you realized he was there.

“Wonwoo! You could’ve killed me!” You yelled, clutching at your shirt, catching your breath.

“I mean, yeah, you know why? You let the door open! Anybody could’ve break in! How could you forget to lock the door? Is something so dumb! You couldn’t even do that?” He was being harsh on you, but his own heart was beating like crazy- you hadn’t answered any of his texts or calls in the whole day, and you were just in your bed the entire day? He was exhausted after taking criticism and what nots from his members and staff the whole day.

“Well, good thing the building has security! Don’t yell at me, it was a silly mistake!” You pouted, your head had been pounding the entire day, your lower stomach felt hard with each cramp, and you had just woken up, your body too tired and numb to allow you to do something besides sleeping in.

“You’re right, you’re an adult. You should know better than to disappear the whole day and leave your door open to whoever wants to break in, right?” With that being said, he got out of the room, closing the door maybe a little too hard for his own liking.

With a sigh, he took off his shoes (too worried to see you to take them off before entering your home) and took back the knife to grab three packs of the ramyeon you always kept on hand, he started boiling the water.

He took a glance at your apartment, the sofa having one too many blankets, a pack of oreo out of the fridge and the bottle of peanut butter took his attention, a combination you only ate on a specific situation… Checking the calendar on his phone, he let a new sigh. You were pretty regular with your period, also this being one of the few things that can make you feel under the weather so easily.

He started cleaning the little mess you had on your house, waiting until the ramyeon would be ready.

Once he had set the table, he went back to your room. Knocking softly, he entered the space once again.

“Baby, i’m so sorry.” He murmured, seeing you covering even more of your body with the tick cover, “I thought you were just being childish, I didn’t know what date was.”

“Whatever you say, Wonwoo” you whispered, feeling his weight beside you, and his hand caressing your back.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered, pulling the blanket off you just enough to start kissing the little exposed skin of your face. “I should’ve asked if you were okay before overreacting like that. I was just stressed from practice.”

“Then fight with Hoshi and Jihoon, not with your beautiful but cramped girlfriend.” As you let off the blanket, you decided that receiving kisses from your boyfriend was more important that being petty.

Taking the hint, Wonwoo laid with you, starting to bombard your face with kisses. Hugging you tightly, suddenly the days stress started to disappear and the shame of yelling at you started to replace it.

“I’m sorry, jagiya” he murmured against your neck, “But I was worried, you hadn’t replied to a single text of mine”

“Because I was sleeping, Wonu. When have I not talk to you, even when mad?” you replied, with a heavy sigh. “Let’s eat, I can smell the ramyeon from here”

Later at night, when you were wrapped to your boyfriend’s torso while trying to fall asleep, you could only hide the smile that came with your boyfriend becoming so needy for you to accept his apologies. Obviously, a lot of kisses was the perfect payment.

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more / ask & request are open!

[daryltwdixon]

Hi!!! Would you write something for Joel where he's been insecure about his lil tummy (dad bod™ 4thewin) and reader reassures him about that? Thankssss

Joel Miler x Reader Sun Kissed

fluffy, domestic hardworking manual labor Jackson!Joel a/n: anon, I loved this shit so much. im no better than a man when it comes to objectifying joel miller. ended up going fluffy instead of smut like I originally thought. I know it's not exactly what you were looking for, but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Summer came with a vengeance on Jackson, that was for certain.

Even the animals were sluggish, tired, wearier than ever. More water was flowing down from the mountains, and thanks to the dam, survival wasn’t a concern, but that didn’t mean the heat wasn’t out to kill. The days of dehydration and exposure on the open road were long behind you, yet summer still found ways to make its presence known. The humidity didn’t cling late into the evenings or mornings, but the afternoons—God, they blazed hot and unrelenting, radiating off the mountains like a furnace.

Today was no exception.

You knew Joel was out working the fence line in this heat, so you’d sent him off with plenty of water—two full canteens, a firm promise you’d be by at lunch to refill them. He’d grumbled about being fine, but you knew better. Stubborn as he was, he wouldn’t pace himself.

When noon rolled around, you made your way through town, shielding your eyes against the glare, waving to the few folks you passed. Small talk was predictable, everyone muttering complaints about the heat, wiping sweat from their brows.

Then, finally, you reached the south end of town—and stopped dead in your tracks.

Because, well… damn.

Both of the Miller brothers were hauling lumber, stripped down to nothing but work-worn jeans and boots, shirts tossed haphazardly over a nearby fencepost. Their backs glistened in the sunlight, broad shoulders flexing, arms corded with effort as they hefted heavy beams. Sweat traced slow paths down the ridges of their muscles, catching in the dips of their spines, gleaming in the golden light.

Joel was all raw strength and weathered endurance, years of survival carved into the thick frame of a man who had endured more than his share. He wasn’t lean like Tommy, but solid—broad through the chest, thick at the waist, his build shaped by necessity and years gone by. His tummy was softer with age, dusted with dark hair that tapered down over the curves of him in a way that made your mouth go dry. His arms—God, his arms—were powerful, veined and tanned, shifting with every movement, slick with sweat and streaked with dirt.

You couldn't quite blame the sun for the heat coursing through you.

"Hello, gentlemen," you called, voice lilting just enough to be playful.

Both Tommy and Joel turned at the sound of your voice, and despite the heat, a warm flicker of something else sparked in Joel’s gaze when he saw you. You stepped forward as they pulled off their gloves, handing Tommy a fresh canteen before turning to Joel, who wiped the sweat from his brow before reaching for his.

Joel’s fingers brushed yours when he took the canteen, his palm warm and calloused, damp with sweat. He grunted a soft thanks while he kissed your cheek, and then twisting the cap off, tilted his head back to drink.

And oh, what a sight that was.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, sweat slipping down the thick column of his neck. The sun beat down mercilessly, highlighting every ridge and plane of him—the breadth of his shoulders, the worn strength in his arms, the scars that told stories only he could share. His stomach was soft beneath the curve of his belly, a body shaped by labor, by hardship, by years of carrying burdens no one else could.

You wanted to put your hands all over him.... So you did.

Joel barely had time to react before you stepped into his space, reaching out to press your hands flat against his chest. He stiffened immediately.

“Now what’re you doin’?” His voice was rough, a little wary, but he didn’t move away.

You hummed, tilting your head, fingers splayed wide as you dragged them down, feeling the heat of his skin, the slick dampness of sweat beneath your palms. "Admiring," you murmured, pressing lightly into the soft curve of his belly.

Joel made a noise, somewhere between a scoff and a bashful grunt. "Ain't nothin’ worth admirin’."

That made you frown.

"Hey." Your hands flattened against him, insistent. “Don’t talk like that.”

His gaze flickered away, jaw tight. He shifted slightly, like he was thinking about pulling back, but you only pressed closer, standing on your toes to nudge your nose against his cheek, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

"I love this," you murmured, tracing slow circles over his belly with your thumbs, feeling the way his breath hitched. "All of it. All of you."

Joel swallowed hard. His ears were pink now, that telltale sign of his embarrassment creeping up. You knew that if you pushed just a little more, you could really fluster him.

You just couldn't help it.

Your fingers slid lower, dragging lightly over his stomach, tracing the dip of his waist before smoothing over his sides, nails scratching just enough to make him shudder. His whole body was warm beneath your touch, solid and sturdy, sweat-slick and sun-kissed. You dragged your hands up again, all the way back to his chest, smoothing over the broad plane of muscle there before letting your nails scratch lightly through the hair.

Joel let out a soft, shaky breath. "You're a wicked little thing, ain't ya, hunny?"

You grinned.

He tried to act unaffected, tried to keep that gruff, unshaken demeanor, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides told a different story. The way his throat bobbed when you pressed another soft kiss just below his jaw. The way his chest rose a little too fast, like you’d stolen his breath.

You locked your hands around his middle, your hips attached to his, the denim of his jeans rough against your bare thighs where your shorts cut off.

"You're so damn handsome, Joel."

That finally did it.

A strangled sound left his throat, and before you could tease him any further, he grabbed you—big, strong hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in your neck, and the sudden contact sent a shock of warmth through you. His breath was hot against your skin, his nose brushing just beneath your ear. You could feel the dampness of sweat from his bare chest pressing into your front, sticking to your clothes, but you didn’t care.

"You’re gettin’ sweat all over me," you giggled, scrunching your nose playfully as his fingers flexed against your waist.

Joel huffed out a gruff, breathless laugh. "Serves you right."

Before you could respond, a voice called out from across the yard.

"Y'know we got work to do, right?"

Tommy.

You turned just in time to see him smirking, leaning against the fence with his arms crossed, watching the whole scene unfold.

Joel let out a long, exasperated groan, but instead of letting go, he pulled you even closer, pressing his face more firmly into your neck, his beard scratching against your skin.

"Yeah, yeah." he muttered against your throat.

You laughed, curling your fingers into his hair, letting him hide for just a little longer.

You’d both get back to work eventually.

But for now, you were perfectly happy tangled up in the warm, broad, beautiful body of the man you loved.

[thecheshireprincess]

hardcore smut babes. chishiya x reader and i need him to be rough but also praising you at the same time??? idk what im talking about but im sure you will make it great ilysm

You Can Take It

Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader

Summary: Being a doctor is hard work, only you can make it better.

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with a little plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, daddy kink (you know why, say it with me), a little more of a rough Chishiya, Chishiya is OOC (let's pretend he is changed by Borderland, hm?), curse words

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

AO3 Link

A/N: One hardcore/praise smutfic feat. Doctor Chishiya for @izzybizzyk 🫶🏻🌹

Not sure what possessed me to choose Doctor Chishiya for this, but damn I am glad for it YUM 🥵 I should have had him use the fucking belt, MISSED OPPORTUNITY (next time?)

Chishiya sighs as the warm, tranquil feeling of home washes over him; the blend of dinner cooking and your favorite bergamot candle flooding his senses. Today was the worst kind of day, filled with all the things he hated most about being a doctor; rich assholes being prioritized over sick children, entitled parents berating him over things he had no control over, the hospital being short-staffed as always - leaving the staff who were present being spread far too thinly to perform efficiently. It was all too much, and he needed relief. Needed you.

The melodic sound of your humming floats from the kitchen, echoing lightly through your shared home. Your husband imagines how pretty and soft you must look as you flit effortlessly about the space cooking for the two of you, his dress pants growing a little tighter. You are no doubt his favorite distraction from the world outside your sweet bubble of home, his stress from the day shifting quickly to desire for you.

Chishiya finds you at the stove facing away from him, still dressed in a buttoned floral blouse with the sleeves rolled up and a flowing black skirt that swirls around you as you sway to the song you're humming. He stifles a low groan as he approaches your unsuspecting form; left hand landing easily at your hip and his right arm snaking to hug your shoulders, pulling you back gently against his chest as he rocks with you to the music only you can hear. His hungry lips find the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder, eagerly sucking a colorful bruise to the surface of your delicate skin. His.

You're shaken from your own little world at his touch, gasping in surprise that your husband's finally home. You quickly melt into his arms as the clinical scent of the hospital lingering on his clothes infiltrates your senses. "Chishiya! Baby, you scared me," you chuckle, placing a hand to your chest for dramatic effect. "How was your day?" you inquire sweetly, just as kind and soft as he knew you would be tonight, completely oblivious to how turned on tense he was behind you.

He takes a beat to answer - fully invested in decorating your neck with his teeth and tongue, drawing languid moans from you. He wanted to ruin you. A Cheshire grin spreads across his face, teeth now nipping along the shell of your ear as his slender fingers ghost at your throat. "It's not Chishiya to you, not tonight," he murmurs, voice gruff and strained with something you recognize from his many years working in the hospital. Stress, desire, aching. His large thumb presses tightly against your pulse point, your quickened heart rate thumping back telling him you were just as excited for this as he was.

A pant of desire falls from your lips, experimentally grinding back against your husband's hardening member, the friction making the man gasp against your neck. You feel sinful shockwaves of excitement radiate straight to your core - Chishiya was not going to be gentle with you tonight. "Daddy?" You mewl hesitantly, unsure if this was the direction he was trying to take things, but hopeful that it was. Your husband acting like this - feral for you - was a rare occurrence, and you would always take advantage of it when you could.

The man behind you tenses, hands that had been skimming over your ribcage now frozen in place. You feel his hardened cock twitch in his dress pants against you, a low growl erupting deep within his chest. He knew he didn't give you this treatment often enough, that you would be desperate and dripping for him. And tonight, that's just what the doctor ordered.

He hums in approval, a sound more akin to a snarl, "Daddy had a bad day, kitten. Be a good girl and make him feel better." The most beautiful whimper leaves your lips when your husband spins you around to face him, shoving you roughly to the waxed tiled floor at his feet. The way you look up at him from your knees takes Chishiya's breath away - yes, this is exactly what he needed.

Your nimble fingers are quick to find his belt, eagerly yanking the piece of leather apart with a tiny clink of the buckle and granting you access into his slacks. You pull his cock out victoriously, mouth watering. He's already hard, leaking, throbbing before you even had him freed of the confines of his pants. The poor man is desperate for your touch, who are you to deny him? Chishiya hisses when you press your full, blushed lips in a chaste kiss to his tip, smearing his salty arousal along your lips. You love this part of your trysts, as evidenced by the way you're already soaking your panties, kissing and licking your husband's cock like the best lollipop you've ever had.

A now impatient growl leaves Chishiya's lips, his fingers roughly pinning back the curtain of hair that had been hiding your pretty face from him. He certainly couldn't have that. In an uncharacteristic move for the normally composed man, he bucks his hips forward, driving his cock through your lips and forcefully hitting the back of your throat. The sudden intrusion has you momentarily choking and sputtering against him, tears springing to the corners of your shining eyes. You recover masterfully, relaxing your throat and groaning deeply around his length, sending glorious vibrations through his body and straight to his core.

"Good girl," Chishiya whimpers, his hips rutting against you as he fucks your face, aching balls slapping against your chin with the force of his thrusts. His whimper of praise goes straight to your slick heat, pridefully relishing in the way you make him feel. "You're such a good fucking wife on your knees for me," he groans, glassy eyes studying your hollowed cheeks, the way you take every inch of his cock into your perfect mouth. Your eyebrows knit in your own pleasure, your cunt dripping. Life the perfect wife you are, you massage his sensitive balls with your left hand, the right digging sharp nail imprints into his ass as you draw him closer to you, nose kissing his pelvis with each drive of his hips.

Your husband's breaths come quicker and shallower on your quest towards his impending orgasm, his abdomen flexing as you take his veiny length against your tongue. The way you look up at him through tear-soaked eyelashes, soft locks entangled messily in his hands, has him whining unintelligible praises and soft, broken words.

"It's too good, angel. Fuck," he snarls, head falling back in pleasure. As much as he wants to cum like this, fucking into your pretty mouth wrapped tight around him, he pulls himself away with a wet pop.

You scowl adorably up at him with drool dripping down your chin, eyes narrowed in offense, expecting to have been fed by his hot cum shooting into your throat. "Daddy?" you question the man already yanking you up off the floor, breathless and far past desperation. "Gotta cum in your tight pussy, baby. Let me wreck you," The breath is knocked from your lungs when Chishiya's splayed palm shoves your torso down over the polished granite countertop, sending spice bottles and clean dishes clattering to the floor. The mess he makes of the kitchen only further excites him, his adrenaline coursing hotly through his body like a fever. He makes quick work of flipping your flowing skirt up and out of his way, dexterous digits sliding your panties to the side and diving between your slippery folds.

"So wet for Daddy, hm? You love choking on my cock that much?" You can only whimper, your husband's rough thumb pad brushing teasingly over your swollen clit. His thick middle finger thrusts into your hole at a steady pace, curling into the spongey spot that has you instantly seeing stars. You gasp wildly, clenching around him; the man smiling wickedly at the desperate way your body responds to him. He isn't gentle about adding his ring finger, breath hitching at the way you shudder against the cool metal of his wedding band. You're soon sobbing against the counter, head thrown in your arms as you climb your own precipice.

The rounded edge of the countertop digs into your abdomen as Chishiya covers you with his body weight, folding you in half against the surface. He pulls his fingers coated in your sweet arousal out, leaving you empty and clenched around nothing as he loops his fingers into your panties, removing the garment entirely from your body. Without warning, your husband's full length plunges into your dripping channel, your body contorting into a deep arch as you cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. You would never get used to his size. Chishiya relishes in the way your hips wriggle under him, gripping onto your throat with one hand, the other pressing into the small of your back in appreciation of your flexibility.

Your husband sets a brutal pace for the two of you, a wild, wrecked, feral sort of rhythm; his hands gripped so hard against your hips you knew there would be bruises to commemorate this session. Your tight cunt is stretched deliciously around his girth, your sopping heat enthusiastically absorbing the brunt of his stress. The sound of your arousal is dizzying, every slap of Chishiya's skin against your own echoing around the kitchen. "Fuck, you take me so well. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it?" he demands breathlessly, mind becoming hazy with lust. Your body responds violently to your husband's filthy words, your legs beginning to shake underneath you.

His cock beating against your cervix with a hard, deep cadence quickly ruins your existence. Just as he'd promised. The tight press of his fingertips against your throat, the snap of his hips into yours, the cool press of the countertop you're being fucked into, all converging and shattering your reality; your orgasm nearly drowning you in intensity as you clench around your husband's length. "Daddy!" you cry out desperately, unable to see or hear anything beyond euphoric pleasure.

Chishiya himself groans in ecstasy, the fluttering of your perfect pussy driving his own orgasm. "Fuck, baby. You're so good for me. Gonna cum, gonna fill this perfect pussy," he warns, delivering several more bruising thrusts that send you roughly into the countertop. Hot cum spurts out of him in ropes, filling your pussy and then some, his seed mixing with your juices and overflowing onto the pristine white floors.

Normally Chishiya would be done after cumming, would scoop you into his arms and coo apologies for taking his frustrations out on you. This time, though? His form remains tense. His hips don't even slow as you begin to approach overstimulation, the ridges of his cock imprinting themselves inside your tight hole. Your husband is drunk on the way his cum drips out of your pussy, gathering erotically around where the two of you are still joined together.

He still needs more. He's mesmerized by the way you writhe under him as he slams his cock deeper and deeper into you. "S-so deep, Daddy. T-too much," you mewl breathlessly, cockdrunk and keening for the man behind you.

"Come on sweetheart, you can take it," he coos mockingly, his length twitching inside you as he dominates over you. With one strong arm, he pulls your torso up to be flush against his chest, sharp teeth expertly finding his reddened mark from earlier. His free hand yanks at the delicate buttons of your pretty floral blouse, sending them cascading across the floor with force. Even through your fucked out haze you glare up at your husband for ruining your shirt, making him grin against your saliva covered skin. You're so precious to him. He'll buy you a million more shirts if you keep looking at him like that forever.

Your entire body trembles for him, unintelligible whines and moans being sung from your perfect lips, absolutely devastated and broken by him. He leans down to capture them in a wrathful kiss, never breaking stride as he pistons in and out of your pussy. With no effort at all, Chishiya has you flipped over onto your back, your shoulders resting against the counter and his body supporting the rest of your weight. It's not a particularly good or stable position, but the angle it allows your husband's cock to penetrate you is beyond worth the pain.

Your pussy tightens again around Chishiya's length, inducing another savage growl from the man. Talented fingers easily find your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub and making you gush arousal around him. "Look at how you soak me, baby. You needed this didn't you?" Your husband snarls. You nod your head weakly, broken whimpers and moans falling fast from your lips.

"Words, pretty thing. Tell Daddy how much you needed him to wreck you tonight," the man all but begs, his second orgasm cresting over the horizon. "I needed it Daddy! Please please make me cum," you beg, tears streaking down your face. Chishiya moans, fucking into you harder, faster, more brutally than before, "Cum for me, pretty baby." The sounds of your coupling are obscene, compounding with the slight pain from the position, and the absolute sinful pleasure he delivers you send you over the edge with a broken cry.

Your second orgasm shatters around you, freezing your body in place on the counter with your head thrown back against the granite; your pussy and legs spasming almost painfully with the force. You're cockdrunk and babbling incoherently, Chishiya burying himself to the hilt inside you as he spills deep inside your womb once more with a feral growl of bliss. He lifts you effortlessly to sit more comfortably on the countertop, sweaty forehead resting against yours. Both of your bodies shake in overstimulation and satisfaction, Chishiya's stress completely melted away.

For several moments, the only sounds that can be heard are your wrecked breathing, the clock ticking noisily on the wall, and the burning sizzle of the dinner you'd both long forgotten about.

Your beautiful glassy eyes find his, a hand coming up to card through his sweaty, messy locks. "Do you want to talk about it?" you finally ask him, so much love and understanding filling your eyes. The man smiles, turning to soak a towel in warm water before gently rubbing it through your folds to clean up your combined mess. When he's cared for you with great attention to detail, he presses a long, tender kiss to your swollen lips. "I think I worked it out of my system, thank you sweetheart," he says with a prideful smirk. You hum in acknowledgement, breath finally evening to a normal pace as you relax boneless against your husband's shoulder. Chishiya gratefully holds you there, rubbing one hand soothingly along your back, cooing, "My good girl. My perfect girl." You're nearly dozing off from the serenity of the moment, Chishiya pressing kisses to the side of your head and forehead, coaxing you to succumb to the rest you deserve.

Suddenly you shoot up in alarm, pulling quickly away from Chishiya and jumping down to shaky legs, "Our dinner!"

Chishiya stifles a laugh at the completely burnt and smoking food you'd been painstakingly making earlier. "Let's just order takeout and I'll run you a bath, hm?"

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Where's Your Inhaler

LADS Men saving you from an asthma attack. A slightly irresponsible MC w/ asthma. [Requested by: mrsdumbass]

Zayne

All the smoke from the explosions in Linkon were not good for your lungs. Zayne wanted you to stay inside, but you insisted on a picnic in the park because the weather was nice. You were having a small coughing fit due to the air quality still not being good yet. Your coughs were sounding squeaky indicating your asthma flaring up.

Zayne: Have you been taking your daily inhaler? MC: Kind of.... Zayne: What do you mean "kind of" MC: I may *cough* have missed a few days Zayne: You know ... that's not how a daily inhaler works

Before you could respond you had another coughing fit and Zayne grabbed your hand pinching your fingertip and just as he speculated there was no blood flow. He quickly reached in his pocket grabbing one of your rescue inhalers. He shook it well before popping the cap off, gripping you by the back of you neck and making you take a long puff. He took a deep breath with you and exhaled with you; he gave you one more puff just for good measure. He would pop the cap back on and proceed to rub your back, watching the color come back to your lips.

Zayne: You need to take your daily inhaler MC: I didn't know you had one of my rescue inhalers Zayne: You have a daily inhaler and two rescue inhalers where is the other MC: ..... Zayne: I'm taking you home

Rafayel

You came rushing into Rafayel's studio twenty minutes late because you got held up at work.

MC: I'm .... sorry ..... im late

Rafayel: Exactly twenty-three minutes late

Rafayel was pouting until he saw that you were leaning against the wall wheezing.

Rafayel: Are you ok?

You shook your head fumbling with your bag before dropping it from frantically trying to find your inhaler.

Rafayel: Oh shit ... shit shit shit ... uh which pocket is it in? MC: little .... pocket .... Rafayel: What do I do?

You make a shaking motion with your hand and a gesture of pulling the cap off. He did exactly that and then handed it to you where you took a long deep breath. Rafayel stood by watching you with frantic eyes as your breathing became normal.

MC: You saved my life Rafayel: I guess we're even now MC: What do you mean? Rafayel: Nothing ... don't scare me like that again

Xavier

As your hunter partner and lover Xavier is always looking out for you during missions and in life. That being said his eyes and ears were finely tuned when it came to you. As you walked back into the Hunters Association after a mission he could hear the slight wheeze in your breathing. Yes he would have one of your rescue inhalers on him at all times.

Xavier: *Shaking inhaler* Open your mouth MC: Wh-MMPH! Xavier: *Shoves the inhaler in your mouth* Deep breath MC: *Takes a deep puff* Xavier: *Puts the inhaler back in his pocket* Hold it 1.....2.....3.....4..... and exhale MC: How did you know? Xavier: I could hear you trying to hide your wheeze MC: I just don't want people to think I can't do the job because of my asthma Xavier: You're the top hunter in the nation trust me they know you can do the job

Sylus

Sylus would be watching you get dressed to go out for dinner. It always gave you butterflies, but he enjoyed watching you enhance your beauty. He sauntered over to you watching you meticulously do your edges. He leaned down giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

Sylus: You're wheezing sweetie MC: How can you even hear it? Sylus: I have good ears

Sylus reaches into your bag grabbing your inhaler and slides it into your hand

Sylus: Take a good puff before we leave MC: You're so bossy

Sylus would watch you closely as you took a good puff from your inhaler and continue to watch you until your breathing was normal.

Sylus: Feel better? MC: You worry too much I would've been fine Sylus: I will always care about your wellbeing Princess

[metriaaqua]

In The Wild Wild West | 0

A Fateful Encounter

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THIS CHAPTER: Two nights before the Steel Ball Run is scheduled, an experience in your father’s bar only further fuels your decision to participate. No matter what anyone thought or said, you’d be at that race.

WARNINGS: period-typical sexism. gyro sorta smells normal jumpscare (im COPING) (I PROMISE THAT MAN WILL BE STINKY LATER)

NOTE: STEEL BALL RUN IS REAL HELLOOOOOO!! after the stream i went outside and frolicked around in the beautiful sun and picked flowers. life is good. ALWAYS KEEP HOPE NO MATTER WHAT.…. still waiting on my diego.png. that announcement gave me enough motivation to finish this rewrite!! hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this once more! this is only an intro, so it'll be a little shorter than normal, the rest of the chapters will be WAY longer!

$50,000,000. 

That’s the prize for first place in the Steel Ball Run race. There are other prizes for the rest of the placements, but they pale in comparison to first place. You couldn’t believe it then and still couldn’t believe it now. 

The thought of it brings a smile to your face as you clean a glass. Maybe about…42 more glasses to clean and you’d finally make enough actually to enter. The entry fee was $1,200 and unfortunately for you, you’ve got $710 right now, including quarters and nickels you’d find lying within the streets. Every little bit helps.

In order to get to your goal faster, you volunteered to work at your father’s saloon as a barmaid.

Of course, you omitted the reasoning as to why, so he probably thinks you’re just doing a good deed and helping the business. The only things you were really focused on was winning the race and becoming a full-fledged writer. Now that you think about it, when the race was said and done, what would you be buying for yourself?

Beautiful silk clothing like those rich girls around town would wear? Those pearl earrings you'd see on their ear? God, you wish.

Not only was writing your motivator, but occasionally seeing those upper-class women around town made you want to splurge. It’s their fault through and through.

They'd only really pass through town, yet you still find yourself looking at them anyway. When you wondered why you couldn't stop seeing them, you chalked it up to them wanting to rub their wealth in your face. The lives of the aristocrats are so much better than yours and each time they’d pass, the reminder was just a slap in the face.

Their tactics to make you jealous worked a little too well, and even if mother would gently remind you that it's all in your head, you found yourself wanting that life, too.

Everything’s going to be achieved once you win the Steel Ball Run. You just know it. Your aspiration. Your dreams—

“You know, you’ve been rubbing the same glass for about five minutes now. Are you okay?” A woman asked, watching as you suddenly clam up. “Should I call for help?” 

"Oh, no,” You quickly apologize afterward, setting the glass down. This is your reality at the moment, the closing barmaid for the rest of the night at the saloon. There were still quite a few people in here even though the sun had started setting and it was about 45 minutes or so until close. After all, this is the saloon that never sleeps: Lucky Spur.

That is until it’s closed. Makes you giggle a little.

The air was thick with the scent of nicotine, alcohol, and now the faintest hint of perfume from this woman in your area. “Did you want something to drink?” You ask her.

“Just a water, but can you make something nice for that handsome man over there too?” She sticks a finger behind her to point in his direction. “Wanna try and get on his good side a bit before I charm him.”

Handsome, she says? You’ll just have to see for yourself. When you turn to look, you think you’re completely blinded by his radiance…

Well, that’s being overdramatic.

Hey, she was right though. The man was attractive. With long flowing blonde hair that reached far down his back, he had a sharp face with piercing emerald green eyes that almost sparkled even in the dim lighting of the saloon. He’s got a strange beard pattern on his chin, squares of blonde lining upward on his jaw. You might be seeing things, but it looked like he had some green lipstick on as well.

The way that he looks makes you ignore the strange getup he has on. Must be a cowboy, the way he’s got his hat perched up on his head and the cape that cascades down his back. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cowboy dress that way, though.

He’s got an annoyed look on his face, one that scrunches up even more when he reaches a hand down to adjust his boot. 

It’s no wonder this woman had been twirling her auburn hair on her fingers with a dreamy look in her eye. You’d probably be doing the same, had you not wondered how long he’d been here for. All he was doing was sit at the table idly and you don’t recall serving him. There’s no way your head was in the clouds for that long.

Maybe he had come earlier than you had, but if that was the case, he would’ve been sitting there for hours and still hadn’t ordered a damn thing. 

When closing time comes, what then? You can only hope that you won’t have to be the one to shoo him away. Having to look him in the eye might make it a little too tempting to say he could stay as long as he wanted to. You can almost feel your face heating up, so you quickly fill a glass of water and place it in front of the woman.

Now, something that’ll impress this guy, maybe something that'll get his attention. Once again, you decide to take another look at him.

You'd always had an eye for those things, being able to roughly guess what kind of drinks a person would like. The women who came here often preferred something light on their stomachs in comparison to people who usually gamble here. They enjoyed a drink that would go down easy, as long as they could focus on their games. Something in the middle would suffice for them.

Based off this situation? This woman wanted his attention and she was going to get it because of you. There's a sudden pang of admiration that shoots through you, followed by envy shortly after. Even if he annoyed you a little bit by not ordering anything, you wish you had the chance to jump at him first.

The man's eyes eventually flicker over to you and nearly give you a heart attack, causing you to pick up another glass and wipe it over at least five times. You must've been staring at him for a little too long.

The woman at the counter eagerly turns to you. “He was looking at me! Did you see it?” She asks in excitement. 

You don’t answer her at first.

They're customers. You should treat them as such and do your job. Instead of being jealous, maybe you should focus on getting money to enter. If you’re lucky, this woman would tip you after.

“Sure did. How could he not? You’re very beautiful!”

You can see her blush and press her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, you flatter me!”

Prayerfully, you’ll get a tip for your kindness.

Anyhow, Brandy would do him good, as his appearance made you lean towards something a little more on the harsh side. With only a sprinkle of sugar and an addition of bitters, you reach down and add a singular lemon to rest on its rim.

Simple. You set the glass on the wooden counter gently. “Here you go.” You say. “Hope that works.”

Once she takes it energetically, she bounces on over to where the man is. Whatever. To distract yourself from taking a look at them and driving yourself nuts for no reason, you snatch up the newspaper you’d been looking at earlier, burying your nose in it.

The newspapers just won’t stop talking about this race. No matter what date it was issued, it’s been the talk of the entire month of September. Not only would it start in two days, but this is the first cross-country horseback race.

This Steven Steel guy, the organizer of this race, what a crazy man. Where did he even get an idea like this from? 

Sign-ups were on site thank goodness, but it wouldn’t mean anything if you didn’t have enough money. Your window of opportunity was steadily closing and you had to hurry things up if you wanted to make it in time.

Your horse, all of the practice, that’s all set. You’re fine in those departments. It’s the money part that’s holding you back. Though, you can’t help but smile at the thought of your horse. 

Nirvana, the Friesian that would lead you clear across that finish line to victory. Another perfect reason to come here often was to visit a family friend, Miss Ava. She owned a large ranch near the end of town. You’d clean things up around the house and tend to some of the animals and she’d reward you with food or trinkets.  

Her son, Liam was there too, you guess. The brother you never had—or wanted, honestly. You always believed he’d been jealous of you because you were so close to his mother. He eventually came around after you admitted your interest in horses. Even more so when you mentioned the race. 

It was luck, fate even, when he told you he had been a jockey a few years ago. There was an agreement between you both that he’d let you borrow Nirvana for the race, though the promise he made you keep (one he made sure you linked pinkies for), was that when you get famous, you’d mention him at every so often. No matter what question was asked, you’d always shoehorn Liam into it. Vain, but if it’s something you have to do, fine.

Then he made it abundantly clear that just because you’re a woman, it didn’t mean you’d get the easy route when it came to riding. You’d be treated just like a man by him and he insisted that it’d be no different in the race.

There’d be a red target plastered right on your back. Anyone could take a shot at any time. 

That part may have been scary, but what probably was scarier was all the injuries you'd get from falling off Nirvana every so often. Liam reckons you’re lucky that it’s only scratches and bruises and that Nirvana hasn’t kicked you with her hind legs yet and killed you.

Now that you think about him, you’re pretty sure you have to remember to meet him tomorrow afternoon. He asked you to see him as soon as you had woken up.

“Hey! You listenin'?!” Another patron calls, waving his hand in the air to get your attention. He waves a cigar in his hand, spreading the smoke in the air. It makes you fight the urge to pinch your nose. They seemed to be in the middle of a very serious poker game, but you were sure that if they didn't get their next round of drinks, they'd just die. “Didn’t you hear me?”

Setting it down gently, you come around from the bar to serve him, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you too well. I was reading the paper. Could you repeat what you said earlier?”

Your voice is sweet, cutting through the boisterous laughter directed towards you by the men. It makes you feel like you’re the butt of a joke only they know about, and the way they eyed you like a piece of meat hadn’t helped.

“..What's a pretty girl like you doing reading the newspaper anyway? Shouldn't you be entertaining us?” One man asks, lowering his deck of cards. “It can't be that interesting, can it?”

“It is,” You nod. “They're talking about the horse-back race. I think I may even enter.” You feel proud as you say those words, putting your hands on your hips with a smile. But then the men fall into more howls of laughter. “Why're you all laughing? I'm serious.”

Once you say you’re serious, their laughter suddenly slows down and they look up at you. The irritated look on your face had confirmed that you were indeed serious. “Wait, you're for real?” One of them asked, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “A woman? Entering a horseback race?”

“You're kiddin'..” Another says. “A woman doesn't know the first thing about horseback racing. I'd be surprised if you could even work a bet.”

You move your hands from your hips to cross your arms. “They said that any gender can enter.”

Before you can open your mouth again, the slam of glass on the table startles you and the men at the table. It's the blonde man coming to stand from his stool, the legs of it scraping onto the dry wood floor. He gives a sparkly gold smile to the woman from earlier, before walking in your direction.

“Nice drink you made.” He compliments, stopping right next to you. The smell of leather and an earthy tone fill your nostrils. “Those hands of yours worked some magic, signorina.”

He beams, your eyes catching onto the golden shine of his teeth once again. It quickly fades, replaced by something colder and serious. ”If you know what's good for you, stay out of the race and stick to what you know.” He says it like he's doing you some kind of favor, offering an act of kindness even.

There's a lot you want to say to him—to curse him out, say something venomous back to him—but nothing comes out of your mouth.

A handsome man completely ruined by his nasty attitude.

“Should listen to what he said.” One of the men suggest. “Aw man, you're too cute to look upset. Come sit with us for a while. I'm sure you'll have much more fun with us than hanging around back there. C'mon, it'll be fun.”

He reaches his hand up to grab onto your wrist and you immediately snatch it away.

To say a woman doesn't know a thing about this. To tell you that you shouldn't enter the race. When you’ve been busting your ass for months trying to learn. You can feel yourself almost boiling from their doubt. With clenched fists, you leave the table and walk over towards the entrance to trail behind the man leaving.

Hopefully, the people inside would behave themselves. You may get chewed out for this later by your father, but you couldn’t care less. When you shove open the door, the soft breeze immediately hits you. Your feet drum down the steps as you catch up with him. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”

He’s still walking away, undeterred by your comment as he makes his way over to a horse tethered onto the hitching post, running his hand down its mane lightly.

…The Goddess of Victory herself must have been looking down on him for even having a woman this close to his horse. He looks over to you with those piercing eyes of his. “You shouldn’t get too close.”

It comes off as a warning and your breath hitches. You had half a mind to step forward anyway, but before you can ask why, he cuts you off before you can speak yet again.

“I think you’re a beautiful woman.” He admits, turning over to you fully. “It’d be a shame to see that face all bruised up in that race if you enter. Save yourself, save people their time.”

This time, you get a full view of him and his wacky outfit. No matter how handsome he may be to you, that comment really got under your skin.

His words makes you tighten your fist even more, fingers tucking themselves into the palm of your hand. “I don’t...” Yes, he had called you a beautiful woman, but you just knew the rest of his words were dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need your advice. I don’t need a man to tell me what to do.” You sharply exhale, then point a finger to your face.

“This is a face you should remember well. You’ll remember me when you see me in the headlines. You or anyone else won’t be changing that.”

This time, you don’t even let him speak. You sharply turn on your heel and head right back into the bar.

Those men in the bar, that woman, and most importantly, him, they’ll all remember your name.

Even if you die trying.

[chandlersfuneral]

"i promise"

fic for anon!

daryl dixon x fem!reader

angst to a little fluff

tags: gore, weapons, zombies, impaling, pain, blood.

summary: daryl comforts you shortly after you’ve been shot in the leg

(set in season 1)

large pointed bullets and sharp arrows shot from every direction in the dead of night. a giant herd of walkers were coming towards your group. rick, glenn, and daryl were trying their hardest to fight off these grotesque undead beings from getting to the rest of the women and children who couldn't protect themselves. you were trying your best to fight these monsters off with your long blade, stabbing them in the neck and head. you knew that striking them anywhere else but the head wouldn't kill them, but you were the only chick ready to start massacring these walkers. stunning them was better than not hitting them at all.

you were swiping your blade left and right. trying your best to at least hit them. everything is okay until you feel something strike the back of your calf. it feels warm at first, then wet, then antagonizing pain. your knees immediately give out, your palms on the cold grass cushion your fall. the wails coming from you can be heard from a mile away. your soft voice raises several octaves higher when you realize there is a sharp arrow piercing through you. daryl's own arrow from his crossbow is piercing through your calf.

"fuck please someone fucking help me! daryl!" you scream, tears flowing like a waterfall from your eyes. daryl's crossbow hit the ground with a soft thud. his eyes become wide in absolute horror. daryl didn't know you too well, but he definitely acknowledged your existence. he didn't know how he felt about you, but he thought you were pretty.

the rest of the group made a point to move the herd away from you while daryl jumped into action. his knees slammed on the ground in front of you, his hand stroking your chin length black hair. he's trying his best to calm you down, because this was going to hurt.

"girl...im gonna have to move ya." daryl sighs and puts one arm over your back and another under your tummy in an attempt to move you. but you just don't budge.

"no daryl, fuck. i can't i can't." you pant out, the pain is really getting to you. at this point, you can't feel your entire right leg. "i know, i know but we have to go, darlin." darlin. that made your insides feel fuzzy and you don't feel the intense pain in your calf for a split second. darlin. that five letter word made you comply. you nod 'okay' and daryl wraps his bulky arms around your torso, doing his best to flip you over so you're now sitting on your ass. now that you're in this position, daryl's ability to carry you is much easier now.

daryl's burly arms wrap around your small frame, making it a point not to knock the arrow that went completely through your calf. you felt his body warmth on you and it gave you a sense of protection. a sense of safety, knowing you were in the arms of daryl dixon.

𓆩♱𓆪

"darlin, please. you've gotta quiet down." daryl cooed, he's trying to get you to stop your stomach churning screams. you knew your screams could attract walkers to the camp, but you just can't stop. the feeling of the arrow slowly being pulled through your leg is the most disturbing feeling you've ever felt.

he strokes the sweaty hair out of your face, your head resting on his lap as glenn is working on getting the weapon out of your body. "god, baby i'm so sorry, it'll be over soon i promise." daryl says in a soft voice, now his callous hands resting on your cheeks. his thumb swiping away the uncontrollable tears spewing from your eyes.

the pop your leg made once the arrow was out even made glenn and daryl grimace. but their reactions couldn't compare to the shattering look on your face. the pain of the arrow being pulled out caused your back to arch and spasm. blood is now gushing from the wound, pouring out onto the tattered couch below you,

"i know, girl. its okay... it's over." daryl's sweet voice was the last thing you heard before going unconscious from the pain.

𓆩 𓆪

this is for anon! i hope this finds you and i hope you enjoy, i'm so sorry it took so long. i hope it's what you expected!!!

[othersidedd]

Come on, baby

(Unhappily) married dbf! Joel Miller x f!reader

💘 Joel Miller, your dad's friend and your neighbour has been unpleased in his marriage for a while now, and you've taken notice to that. You want to help him, you want to be his sunshine.

💘 This fic is inspired by the song Cola by Lana Del Rey. Please listen to it while reading if you'd like. :) (Joel is so Lana coded im literally drooling)

💘 wc. 2.8k

💘 Tags: no outbreak, one shot(?), dads friend joel, neighbour joel, married joel, age gap, soft reader and joel, smoking, cheating, slight size kink, slight angst, "we shouldnt do this", grinding, kissing

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You've always admired Joel, the way his shirts hugged his biceps when he was working outside in the yard with your dad, or, how he would call you out to help them, always ending the sentence with an affectionate "darlin'" or "sugar" in that dark southern drawl, setting a spark in you. You would always skip down the hall and down the stairs, practically flowing through the back door out into the yard.

"What do you need, Joel?" You would smile at him kindly, and Joel's eyes would linger on your pink lips covered in a sweet vanilla lip gloss for just a few seconds, but even those few - almost non-existent - seconds were enough for you to notice.

"Jus' need you to hold this wood for me," he'd hold out the wooden blank to you, and you'd make sure to take a hold of it right under Joel's rough fingers, brushing yours and his together for a moment. A moment you'd replay in your head later tonight. "while I hammer it down." You'd nod, following his instructions faithfully. He would always praise you afterwards, "Good job," Joel’s dark brown eyes would travel around your body, like he was examining you, looking for something. You'd always wear something skimpy and covered in pretty white lace when you knew he was going to be around. "thank you darlin'." He'd smile at you sweetly and you'd do the same. Your dad would break the moment by yelling Joel's name, needing his help. You would slowly walk back to your room, lay your body on your white bed sheets and floral pillows, and daydream about Joel’s eyes on your body or his sweet smile.

But of course, deep down in your gut, you know this all really meant nothing, after all Joel had been married for some years now, and besides that, he was much older than you, and your dear fathers friend as well, Joel feeling something towards you was truly against all the odds.

However lately, you've started to notice some things. The first thing was a few months ago, on a chilly March morning. You were sitting next to your open window, smoking a cigarette, letting the cool breeze sway your hair around and carry the cigarette smoke outside, when you heard something unusual. Your neighbourhood was always extremely calm and quiet, no teenagers around to host parties or yell at nights. Really the only sounds you'd hear that would disturb the quietness of the street were someone building themselves a new terrace. This time you didn't hear loud hammering or sawing, you heard... yelling? You peeked your head slightly through the window to hear the odd sounds disturbing your peace better.

"I'm so tired of you! Of this all!"

Your mouth hang slightly open as you listened to the familiar woman's voice spit out all kinds of rude words. That voice belonged to no other than Joel's wife. You'd hang out at their house with your dad enough times to recognize her voice.

"You never do anything right, Joel!"

More mean sentences and arguments would flood out of her mouth one after another. You decided you shouldn't listen anymore, it wasn't your business to peek your nose in. But you also couldn't listen, the words hurt you as if they were being yelled at you, because you could almost imagine how Joel might have looked at that moment, how his brows furrowed and his lips twitched with pain. So you quickly put out the long forgotten cigarette in your hand against the wooden window sill, shut the window and closed the lace curtains over the window. You tried your hardest to forget about the incident, you told yourself that every married couple goes throught that, it was probably just an one time thing and they're most likely okay.

But you swore Joel's eyes looked different later that day when you passed him on the street, you swore to yourself that he looked tired, or worried, or maybe even sad? And he didn't say hi to you with that same sweet smile he always does. That really kept you up at night, you tossed and turned, your cream white nightdress wrinkling under the sheets. You rubbed your tense forehead. Everytime you closed your eyes, you could see Joel's worried and pained face in your mind. It was like he was haunting you, but this time it wasn't because of his smile at you or his fingers on yours. You were worried about him. You knew he was a good man, you'd seen it. Sure he was a little rough around the edges, but deep down he was sweet and caring, towards you, towards dad, towards all the people he cared about.

After that there were a few more incidents that raised your concerns. A few weeks ago, on a pretty and warm sunday evening your dad was going to go visit Miller's house. He knew you enjoyed their company too, so he asked you to come with him. You happily slipped on a pastel yellow sundress with little flowers on it, brushed your hair and coated your lips with your favorite vanilla lip gloss. You hummed as you gazed at yourself in your mirror, pleased with how you looked, all pretty for Joel's eyes, you skipped downstairs. "You ready?" You nodded a response to your dad and began slipping your feet into your sneakers.

"Oh also, Joel texted me earlier, Mrs. Miller won't be with us today, it's gonna be just us and Joel, hope you don't mind that."

"Yeah, I don't mind," you smiled slightly at your dad, hoping he won't take notice to the worry flooding your body. "Is she working today?" You truly hoped that was the reason for her being gone.

"Not sure, he just told me she wouldn't be there. Didn't really give me any reason."

You responded a quick "alright" to your dad. She was never gone for no reason, you knew that. If she was away she was always at work, they spent a lot of time together at home. Late at night you could sometimes see both of their cars parked in front of the old house, and see how the lights were still on in their living room, you thought about how they were probably cooking together or maybe watching a movie. They seemed like such a happy couple. Her being away on a sunday evening for "no reason" was definitely odd to you and had your head full of uneasiness.

"Glad you could both come, made some dinner earlier if ya' want." Joel was greeting you both at the door. Your dad went in first, heading straight to the kitchen for the dinner Joel mentioned. You nodded kindly at Joel and passed him to follow your dad. Joel could smell your vanilla lip gloss and your cherry perfume, but also a faint scent of the cigarettes you smoked. He always wanted to take those away from you, he thought they were no good for you, for such a sweet girl. You were so pretty in your sundress and white frilly socks. You looked so innocent and sweet. He knew he shouldn't think about it, but god how he wanted to taste your skin, lick your neck and bite at your collar bone, he wondered if you would taste as sweet as you smelled. He hadn't felt like this about his wife in a long time, and that made these images about you even more wrong. As he cleared his throat from your sweet scent and his sinful thoughts, he closed the door behind you and followed you both.

As you walked into the kitchen, you eyed their living room and noticed something odd. On their couch, layed a duvet and a few pillows. Like someone was sleeping there. Joel noticed your wondering stare, yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He didn't want to admit what you were thinking was indeed true. He wasn't sleeping next to his wife anymore. That's truly how bad the situation had gotten between them in these last weeks. Your wondering thoughts were interrupted by Joel calling your name.

"Ya want somethin' to drink? I've got some cola in the fridge."

"Oh yeah, sure, thank you Joel." You flashed him a quick smile as you gathered your thoughts to this moment, trying to ease your anxiety about Joel's and his wife's situation. Your dad and Joel quickly started a conversation, planning their next building project together, as you took your seat next to Joel at the table. While you were idly listening to their discussion Joel grabbed the bottle opener from the table. He took your cola into his hands. "Let me help ya' with this." Your eyes wandered from his face to his hands, his knuckles, his rough, much bigger fingers than yours flexing around the bottle and the opener. With a soft pop the cap loosened and you reminded your eyes to return to the man's face. Joel passed the glass bottle back to you, he watched you closely as you brought the bottle to your lips, his eyes focusing on the way your pretty lips wrapped around it. You put the cola back down on the wood and smiled the most innocent smile to Joel, but you swore you could see him slightly smirk at you. He returned to the conversation that your dad had been continuing alone as you sat, staring at Joel's hands, thighs, shoulders, jaw, fidgetting with your hands in your lap.

After that evening, Mrs. Miller has been home less and less. Joel comes and spends more time at your house, building or making dinner with your dad. Expect tonight your dad is working a night shift. He rarely has those, but you're always pleased when he does, since you get the whole house to yourself. You can freely steal one of his beers from the fridge and smoke a cigarette on the couch, which he never would allow you to do if he knew.

You've almost sipped the last bit of your beer when you hear a confident knock on the door. You don't even have time to wonder who could be there, before you're already opening the door wide to see Joel infront of you. Joel's eyes widen just a bit before softening again at the sight of your pretty face.

"Oh, hi, thought ya' father would come to open, is he home?"

"No, he's working a night shift today, sorry Joel. Did you have plans with him?"

"No need for ya' to apologize darlin, is' all good. I was just checkin' if your fathers at home, was thinkin' of grabbing a beer or two with him."

Joel was about to start saying his goodbyes, but you didn't want him to leave.

"Well- don't tell him... but we could steal a few beers from him. I mean he has way too many stocked up in the fridge anyway," You quickly say, giggling softly. "I mean if you want to, I know my company's really not the same as my dads." You feel like you can't look at him in the eyes, instead staring at your own hands.

"That would be nice, sugar. You're always so sweet, aren't ya'?" Joel flashes the sweetest smile to you, and you feel like melting into a puddle. You tell him to go sit down as you head to the fridge, grabbing two beers.

"I see ya' already got a head start, huh?" Joel says as you return, eyeing the almost empty beer can on the table. You wink at him and laugh softly as you sit on the couch next to him. You've never been alone with him like this. Just the two of you. Now you feel like you can freely eye him up and down. You can shift just a few inches closer and faintly smell his scent, so masculine and earthy. It feels like right now, you're the only ones who exist. You both quietly sip on the drinks, an odd tension lingering in the air between you two.

"How have ya' been?" The question from him breaking the tension a bit.

"Good, all that same old stuff," You smile at him. "Been quite busy with my job and everything. You know, trying to save up some money to get a place of my own some day soon." He nods at you, taking a long sip of his beer. You take notice to how small the can looks in his hands.

"Any lucky boys in ya' life?" The question catches you off guard, portion of the beer going down the wrong way, causing you to cough a bit. Joel looks at you with his dark brown eyes, patiently waiting for your response. You quickly shake your head, still trying to clear your throat from the beer.

"I'm not really interested in the boys around me." You try to sound as casual as you can, but a small smirk still forms at your lips.

"That so? Why?" Joel looks at your beautiful eyes, your fluttering eyelashes as you try to think of an answer. You're wearing one of your pretty dresses again, it's as if you knew he would be here with you tonight. The hem is covered in pink lace and right at your cleavage it graces a little pink bow.

"I think- I just," You know what you're trying to say to him, you know exactly what you want him to know, but you're struggling to find the right words. "I prefer them a bit older." Joel looks amused, he cocks an eyebrow, wanting to hear more, but you stay quiet, averting your eyes from his. "Is that right, darlin'?" You look up at him, and theres a look in his eyes that wasn't there before. Like he wants something. His stare and the alcohol in your system gives you just enough encouragement to continue.

"Yeah, I've always had a sweet taste for men that are older."

Joel chuckles at that, but he knows you're serious. He has noticed the way you look at him, like you're hungry for something you can't have. You giggle and slowly move your hand closer to where he's sitting. His gaze never leaves your eyes, but he can feel the way your hand inches closer. You know this is wrong, he is still a married man, but you just want to make him happy. You care about him, you want to show him that you care. So you slide your hand onto his thigh, and notice how his breath gets caught in his throat.

"We really shouldn't do this darlin'." He says, but he also does nothing to stop you. You feel it in your stomach, in your hands, how much you want him, and you see it in his eyes, how much he needs you. You carefully slip onto his lap, swinging your other leg over his both.

"I know you're not happy with her, Joel." You state matter-of-factly. He sighs deeply, feeling your weight on him, your pretty dress flooding in his lap. "And I know your wife, she wouldn't mind. She would want you to be happy," You touch his cheek gently, a touch he hasn't felt in months. "I want you to be happy. Please, Joel. Let me do this," You slowly rock your hips against him, feeling the bulge in his pants. He groans, throwing his head back against the couch. "Let me make you happy." Another rock of your hips against his jeans.

"Oh, sunshine, you're beautiful." Joel's eyes are back on you. He's watching you move, eyelids droopy with arousal and need. You smile at the compliment, taking it as a yes. You place both of your hands on his face, bringing his face forward and closing the distance between you two. He can faintly taste the cigarette on your lips. You both taste the beer on each others mouths. The kiss is gentle almost like you're both scared of breaking something, of breaking this moment now that you're finally here. He grabs your waist with both hands, guides you to grind your hips in a pace he likes. You earn breathy groans from him.

"We can escape, together," A soft moan escapes your lips when Joel's clothed bulge hits your sensitive spot through your panties, breaking your sentence. "Please- We can leave, go to the other side, you can forget about her." He doesn't say anything, instead he kisses your jaw gently, kissing his way down to your neck, your collarbones, where you can feel his teeth nipping at your skin. You whisper his name softly, like its a prayer to you.

"You've always been so beautiful darlin'. Always in your dresses filled with those white laces, those glossy lips, your soft skin and your sweet scent lingering around you. You shine a light everywhere you go." Joel whispers into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin, causing you to shiver. "I've thought about you many times." He whispers in a way like he's confessing his sins to god, while he slides your dress over your head. "Come on, baby, make me forget."

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note: hi so this is my first fic ever !! ^_^ (the joel brainrot was too much i needed to do this) so idk if its any good or if this will even reach anyone, but please if you do read it i would love to hear your thoughts..?

💘: angel

[nikamuhlsrealwife777]

Ooo you could do one with Nika coming back to UConn the other day, maybe her gf is still in school (doesn’t have to be on the team) so they get to visit and go to the game together, just a fluffy one :)

BACK HOME - N.M.

Back on my shit....imma write my Nika fluff so enjoy

"I TOLD YOU!" Paige's voice echoed through the gym. Rolling my eyes, I chased after the ball.

"Next time....you're getting the ball yourself," throwing the ball a little harder than intended, it bounced off the blonde's head.

"BRO....WATCH THE BRAIDS!"

"Shut up, P," Azzi screamed from the bench, earning a stuck out tounge in return.

"Yeah, Twin. Shut up."

The voice stopped me in my tracks. Everyone's eyes landed on me. Slowly turning around, I was meet with the girl I had been missing for months.

Nika.

"Hey, baby," even before both words could fall from her lips, my arms wrapped around her. My head nuzzled itself into her neck. Words couldn't describe how much I've missed her.

"I see that I've been missed..." one of her hands gently rubbed my back, the other softly combing through my hair.

My head shot up, looking at the Croatian, "how...hie are you here?"

She pretended to think, "A plane...a car...anything really that moves would help me get here."

I chuckle, "shut up, smartass."

"you've missed it....i know it."

She wasn't wrong. I did miss it. I missed everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, her charm, her voice. You name it, I've missed it.

"Can we get going, bruh," the blonde's hand gripped onto my shoulder, but nothing adverted my attention from my girlfriend. "We have a game to warm up for...earth to y/n?"

"shut up, I'm with my girlfriend." Paige huffed, stomping off somewhere.

Nika separated us enough to intertwine our hands, walking is to the bench. Her waves of brown flowed over her shoulders, bouncing a little with each step.

"I wanna talk ...catch up on things," nervousness laced her voice. The small sound to her tone made her cute, the same voice she used to ask me out.

"that's sounds like an amazing idea," the seats being comfortable enough, we sat down. "I've missed you a lot, Nika."

"I've missed you too, y/n."

A silence fell between us, our eyes locking, before a comfortable laughter escaped both of us. The awkward tension being from not seeing each other for months, but you could feel it slowly dissipating.

"So...basketball season?"

I groaned, "don't get me started on it....like why are we good...but not like last year good."

"you don't have me..." she waited for my reaction, a smirk playing on her lips.

"you know....i know you're joking...but we truly need a get you back in a UConn jersey," laughing it out, Nika snickered.

"only if I could," a sadness contorted on her perfect features. I instantly felt bad.

"I'm sorry."

"hey...don't be. I'll eventually be able to get back on the court."

I nodded, "....are you excited to watch us tonight?"

"I'm excited to watch you!" Her hands clasped around my face, a smile stretched on her lips.

"I love you," she rested her forehead on mine, a small gesture that always made my heart flutter.

"I love you too," she leaned back, looking me straight in the eyes, "also...im wearing your jersey...i better see the best game ever from you."

"yes ma'am," snickering, her hands fell from my face.

She leaned in, capturing my lips in hers. They moved together as if they were a puzzle being pieced together. Her hands landing on my waist, pulling me closer to her. My hands worked towards the back of her neck. My fingers fiddling with her brown hair.

"uh...guy?" A voice broke is out of the small trance we were previously in. "Geno said stop sucking each others faces."

"Paige, shut up."

She held her hands up in surrender, "hey, don't kill the delivery guy."

"I think she said that completely wrong," I looked at the brunette beside me.

"she definitely did," she looked at me again with her brown doe eyes, my favorite sight, "I should let you get to practice...remember....play for me babe"

"I would never play for anyone else."

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A/n : sorry if this sucks.....I got the urge to write....and wrote half of this like asleep....don't ask how

[theshunbun]

Hi~ I also an artist and I've been follow you for a while. Know you since the time you draw cute drawing to sexy adorable girl with positive messages >vO I love reading them, thank you for always bring on positive, happy messages on my new feed ❤️

And I surprise how can you draw 3 pieces everyday, that's so fast >o< I wish I can draw fast like that. I feel like drawing human like you draw now it's very hard (the anatomy is my weakness >^< your drawing is so good). I wonder how much time you spend in a day for drawing? Does your main job is being a fulltime artist?

Hey hey! 😊 First off, thank you so much for your kind words! 💖💖💖 It really means a lot to hear that my art brings some positivity to your feed ;w; That’s exactly what I aim for, so knowing it resonates with you makes me super happy! 🥹💕

As for drawing three pieces a day, phew, it definitely took me time to build up that speed! At first, I was way slower like my energy level is very low, but with consistently getting my mind into the work mode, I found ways to streamline my process. Over time, I got better at simplifying certain details, trusting my instincts, and letting go of perfectionism when it wasn’t needed. Some days, I can knock out art fast, and other days, I take my time like if i have a commission so dont stress about speed! It naturally improves as you keep drawing fr. ✨

But I totally get you on anatomy being a challenge! It’s honestly one of those never-ending learning curves for me, and I still study and refine my approach even tho my proportions are wayyy off and make no sense. The best trick I’ve found is focusing on flow rather than stiff details, if it feels good to me then I will go ahead with it, I know ill never be 100% all the time but I do fin that gesture drawing helps a ton 💖

As for time spent drawing daily, ehh it varies, but I’d say anywhere from several hours to the whole day depending on what I’m working on. Some pieces come together quickly like within an hour (When im livestreaming my work on youtube), while others take longer. I’m always juggling that balance really

And yes, at this point, I do consider myself a full-time artist! It’s a mix of art commissions, social media content things, and other projects like the Tato TTRPG and rpg maker game that keep me going. It’s a lot of work, but I love it, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything! That said, it’s totally okay to take things at your own pace whether you’re full-time or just making art for fun, what matters most is that you enjoy the process. its a thing im still learning 💕

[dorksiii]

It's 3am, Im not sure if tumblr will bless this post in reaching the SMC fans but fuck it. We ballin. I have not stopped thinking about this tragic and toxic shadow milk cookie x reader idea in which SMC turned the reader, a student or teacher of some kind, to stone before he got banished but after he turned from hero to beast, all because he wanted to have her "romantically" wait eternity for him until his return from the witch's prison.

After the fall of the heroes and their kingdoms, the statue of the reader was set as a relic and was moved to Blueberry Academy, in which she stayed there as some sort of symbol of further pursuing knowledge. But I'm also thinking what if the statue reader has lingering magic of SMC and was instead kept as a safeguard to the mooncrystal prisoning dark enchantress cookie.

Either way, while the reader is unconscious about what happens outside her statue prison, she is instead conscious inside her mind. I wanna say like a coma sort of state. But in this mind of hers, she is re-living the time she had spent before SMC's fall and the fall of the milk kingdom and believes that nothing is wrong.

Yet, as her statue's lingering beast magic is being set off by outer forces in hopes of breaking the mooncrystal, the reader begins to see the truth in her situation by having "nightmares" of SMC's upbringing and the events that led to her eternal prison... or maybe just SMC's upbringing? Eventually, after the reader wakes up from a nightmare of SMC's official upbringing in taking over his kingdom and the world through deceit, she either hastily gets up in the middle of the night and takes a walk around town or she wakes up, head back to sleep after a glass of water and an unevent talk with PMC, but later in the day decides to take a walk to clear her head. In either scenarios she then encounters the light of truth disguised as none other than Pure Vanilla cookie dressed as a humble shepherd, with no soul jam in sight. So by bumping into this "shepherd" the light of truth leaves the reader with a hint.. "If you so desire to seek the truth behind your nightmares, head to the top of the spire where all forbidden knowledge lies"

Reader, confused but determined to see an end to her turmoil, heads to the top of the spire in secret. After successfully breaking and entering the spire of all knowledge, she begins to look around and soon finds the book of her answers. A book that tells the history of the fallen heroes, the first soul jam holders. While the reader flips through the pages, rapidly taking note of her situation and finding out the truth of her lover, once Pure Milk Cookie now Shadow Milk Cookie. She then goes into a sort of short spiral of horror until Pure Milk Cookie makes an appearance in front of her. I'm thinking they either have a confrontation in which reader reveals the truth and the sky shatters and falls all around her, freeing her, OR she confronts PMC, they fight it out, reader deals a heavy blow to PMC which goes all the way to the sky and shattering it which also frees her. Some sort of scenerio that gives "boss fight:final level" vibes

Reader soon wakes up fighting for breath and gaining mobility with pieces of stone all around her. And as she is finally relaxing and taking her new but real surroundings, she notices the real pure vanilla cookie in his regal attire with the soul jam of now truth holding his hand out to her with wizard, strawberry, and gingerbrave cookie beside him. And end scene! For now...

Keep in mind that while I am writing and mapping all of this out, I have NEVER, EVER wrote or even mapped out a fanfic in my entire LIFE. But the CRK fixation is on a whole nother level, and so I am walking forward with this fanfic idea with a blindfold and no direction of where to go. But I am bearing my heart to you all who took the time to read this idea of a crazy person and hopefully give me tips or pointer as to what works best and flows better for a more personal and heavy sense of connection and angst in reader cookies and Shadow Milk Cookies relationship in this AU, or to simply let me know if you'd like to read it! 💙🤍💙

[lunaroracleofvenus]

What manifestation technique is best designed for you? PAC

Left to Right

Pile one

This is my pile of witches and warlocks. The best way you manifest is through spells, and rituals. You have magic in your blooddddd hunnyy.  You might be highly mythical, intuitive, and just divine. Use this divine nature in a creative way, and all you desire shall manifest… this could be through glamour magic, love spells, abundance spells..

Pile two

These are my divine feminines. This pile best manifests by setting intentions and going with the flow. Working with the feminine via moon rituals, water element or just that shakti power will draw all you desire to you… there is a huge theme of co-creation and just feminine energy. This pile might need to release what doesn’t work emotionally and truly tap into their feminine wisdom when it comes to manifesting… what works for you, might not work for everyone else and that is okay… you might be alone in this power…

Pile three

This pile best manifest by mastering the earth element. This pile might be able to use scripting to manifest or just using the natural element to manifest. Could use some earthy/elemental witchcraft….

 But what i am hearing most is having self compassion and really devoting yourself to what you are trying to manifest = fruition of the desire. This might look like manifesting one thing at a time, and while you are manifesting it, you sleep, breath, and dream it. You continuously tap into the desire, and deeply ground yourself into the feeling consistently. Though remember balance, and leave a bit of space for life and your mental health. The whole saying, let it go and detachment for manifesting, DOES NOT apply to you. Your attachment to it really creates it…. This might be my obsessive manifestors… do you guys have any strong pluto in your charts btw???

Pile four

So there’s a lot of overdoing in this pile, and anxiety. There might be a lot of freezing and overthinking when it comes to choosing and sticking to what you are attempting to create. Rest assured it’s okay to feel how you feel at this moment. Rest assured that things will and can get better. Spirit is saying just remember to be ambitious, flexible but also grounded. Listen to where your intuition is guiding you. Manifesting isn’t supposed to add MORE problems to life. Like life can be difficult enough… stop taking it so seriously tbh. Like yes you can create change, but you create change in little and big practical ways everyday. From the moment you choose to brush your teeth, to the moment you decide on studying. Didn’t get much of a method for this pile! You might need to give manifesting a break and come back to it…

Pile five 

This pile might manifest best through chaos, and destruction. You seem to create great things from dark places. Where people see destruction, you see a moment to create. You might be really good at seeing people’s potential, and helping them shift into that.. How you can effectively use this power for yourself to manifest, I think is by doing shadow work, emotionally releasing rituals, and working with darker goddesses/gods. 

For example, let’s say you wanted to manifest a home, maybe journal about blockages you might have.. Do you feel undeserving? Do you feel its unattainable? Or maybe there is a childhood wound? Once you understand your depth, choose a ritual to release it, and then maybe channel those same feelings into getting what u want or set your desired intentions after you have released what doesn’t serve you?

Also,  I don’t know how to properly describe but channeling anger, fear and etc might work really well for you… being put through trials and tribulations might also work well for you… hopefully y’all get what im trying to put down <3

This pile gives me the vibe of the type of people that go through the most horrible break up and 6 months later, they look good asf and they make 5x times what they used to make…

Pile six

this is a very Venusian pile. This pile manifests best through instruments, dance, and music. Also having a communion with god as well… speaking to god, letting god/goddess know what you want.. Keeping that relationship with spirit will really help you..

Also, gratitude practices might really help you manifest your desired things. and, general affirmations might really work for you. Everything is as it should be. Everything is working out. I feel great.. those type of affirmations!

[motherismotheringggg]

bad idea right? 🩷

summary: inspired by “bad idea right” by olivia rodrigo where the reader continues to hook up with a POS man for the plot

type: female reader x piece of shit nicholas chavez

tags: 18+, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v unprotected sex, smutty smut smut

author’s note: these pictures have been floating around on twitter and i’m ovulating so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, i have a few requests im working on i PROMISE but this was just something quick to take the edge off lololo

taglist: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @godzillawillsaveus , @purple-1995 , @ilovecheetahchrome

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You already came once, your body trembling and your breath staggered as your fingers tangled in Nicholas’s drenched brown locks. The strands clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and the heat radiating between your thighs. His head remained buried while his tongue moved with deliberate precision, sending shocks through your entire being.

His grip on your thighs was unrelenting, his strong hands pinning you in place as if daring you to try and escape. Each squeeze of his fingers was possessive, grounding you even as your body felt like it might float away. You squirmed under his hold, your back arching off the bed as you tried—desperately—to match the rhythm of his tongue. The need to chase your next orgasm consumed you, and you bucked your hips in defiance, seeking more friction.

But Nicholas wasn’t having it. With a low, almost teasing hum against your core, he pressed you down harder, the vibrations traveling through your body and making your toes curl. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with determination.

His tongue flicked and swirled with a maddening consistency, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firmer, more focused licks that had you crying out his name. The slick sounds of his efforts filled the room, mixing with the erratic cadence of your gasps and whimpers.

“Nicholas—oh my—fuck baby I’m gonna cum again,” you choked out, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built once more. He responded with a deep groan, the vibration sending another heat wave crashing over you. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, almost smug, as he doubled down, sucking gently on your swollen flesh before diving back in with relentless fervor.

Your vision blurred, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pressure of his hands and the unrelenting rhythm of his tongue. You felt the heat coil low in your belly, tighter and tighter, until it was ready to snap again, leaving you utterly undone under his unwavering devotion.

————

You hated how good this felt. Hated that you left an amazing party—music pounding, laughter filling the air, and drinks flowing freely—just to come here. Hated that Nicholas knew your body better than you cared to admit. Hated even more that, despite texting him a week ago that he could go to hell after finding yet another girl’s earrings in his car, the moment he texted, asking you to come over so he could "explain," you didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

The worst part? You two weren’t even dating. He made that abundantly clear every time he let you stumble across little reminders that he wasn’t yours—earrings, lip gloss, a strand of hair on his jacket. He was as casual with you as he was with all the other owners of forgotten trinkets, and yet here you were. The justification was simple: Nicholas was hot. Ridiculously, unfairly, breathtakingly hot. Even your friends, who hated him on principle as good friends should, grudgingly admitted it. Over too many glasses of wine, they’d rage about how lucky he was to have ever fucked you, how you could—and should—do so much better.

But then you’d all spiral into the same conclusion: the sex was that good. If it was just sex, where was the harm? No feelings. No expectations. Just chemistry so electric it was impossible to ignore. Or so you told yourselves.

You were still stewing in that inner monologue when the Uber Black he sent—a sleek Cadillac Escalade with more legroom than you’d ever need—pulled up in front of his house. He hadn’t even come to get you himself. Typical. Still, the luxury ride felt like a taunt, a reminder of his carelessness and charm rolled into one.

He stood at the screen door, waving like you hadn’t been here a dozen times before, as if this wasn’t familiar territory. The audacity made you clench your jaw. “Probably thinking of the wrong bitch, Nicholas,” you thought bitterly, stepping out of the car and walking the path up to his front steps. He disappeared into the house before you reached the door, leaving it open but not bothering to greet you. At least the Uber waited until you stepped inside before driving off.

When you entered, he was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a pack of peanut butter crackers in the other. His acid-wash cut-off tee clung to his broad shoulders, exposing arms that looked freshly pumped, veins prominent against the taut muscle. His light-wash jeans sat low on his hips, almost too low, and his damp brown hair suggested he’d either just showered or worked out. Either way, he looked like sin incarnate, and you hated that you noticed.

“How was the party?” he asked casually, handing you the water without meeting your eyes.

“It was fine,” you lied, taking the bottle. The party had been incredible—exactly what you’d needed to blow off steam—but you hadn’t been able to enjoy a second of it. Your eyes were glued to your phone, heart racing every time the screen lit up, desperate for a text from him.

“How drunk are you?” he asked, throwing himself onto the couch. His legs spread wide, a deliberate display of arrogance and ease that made your knees weak.

“I only had a little at the pregame and one drink at the party,” you replied, keeping your tone neutral as you settled on the couch, purposefully keeping a distance. You hoped—prayed—he’d close it.

He flipped through channels on the TV, silent, as if your presence was a background noise he barely registered. No apology. No explanation. Just… silence. The minutes dragged on. You finished the water, ate the crackers, slipped off your shoes and jacket, and still, he hadn’t said a word.

Your patience thinned. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through Twitter, but the persistent 10% battery notification kept popping up, breaking your focus.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked finally, your tone sharp. You wanted him to feel the same irritation bubbling in your chest, the frustration of being somewhere you weren’t entirely wanted.

His eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “It’s in the bedroom,” he said flatly, clicking off the TV and standing. “I was gonna head to bed anyway.”

He didn’t wait for you, heading up the stairs without a backward glance. You hesitated, annoyance burning hotter in your chest, but you followed. What choice did you have?

He veered into the bathroom as you continued into the bedroom. Plugging your phone into the charger, you sat on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap. The tension in the air was suffocating. You thought you came over for sex, for the magnetic pull he always had on you. But now, sitting there in the quiet, it felt different. Wrong.

What the fuck was his problem?

He came into the room and turned on the lights. The glow immediately shifted the atmosphere—it was that deep, sultry red, the kind that made every surface in the room look warmer, more intimate. He had those color-changing bulbs, the ones you teased him about being too bachelor pad, but right now, they worked. When he asked Alexa to turn them on, the tone in his voice was smooth, commanding, and it sent a small shiver through you.

You crossed your arms, not ready to let the tension fizzle. “Why did you call me here?” you asked abruptly, your voice cut through the sexual tension he built.

He turned, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Why did you come?” The pause before his reply was deliberate, calculated, like he wanted to see if you’d flinch first.

“You’re so full of shit, Nick, you know that?” The words came out hot, but your tone wavered somewhere between anger and exhaustion.

“You’re using me like I’m using you,” you continued, “so let’s not pretend we’re here to ‘talk it out.’ But if you’re gonna pull me from a party, the least you could do is wait at the fucking door.”

He didn’t react right away. His dark eyes followed you, studying your every move, every flicker of emotion on your face. Finally, he straightened up, stepping toward you with that maddening, cocky stride. “I didn’t have to beg,” he said coolly, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You would’ve come anyway.”

And then he was in front of you, so close that the heat of him felt tangible. He tilted your chin up with a gentle touch, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“But you’re right,” he said, softer now, his lips barely curved into a smile. “And I’m sorry.”

His brown eyes held yours, and you hated the way your chest tightened in response. The way his apology, half-hearted as it might have been, still made you want to fold. You felt a traitorous flutter below as his gaze lingered.

“I can make it up to you,” he murmured, his smirk growing. Before you could form a reply, he pulled back just enough to whip off his shirt with a single hand, the movement fluid and practiced.

You bit the inside of your lip, unable to stop your eyes from wandering. Nicholas wasn’t just hot—he was infuriatingly perfect. His body was sculpted, all broad chest, chiseled abs, and a taut, defined core. You wanted to stay mad, but it was impossible not to admire the view.

Your hand reached out instinctively, pressing against his stomach to keep some distance between you, but the firmness under your palm only made your thoughts scatter. “Are you really sorry?” you asked, and your voice betrayed you with its softness.

He dropped to his knees with a deliberate slowness, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing to the delicate curve of your collarbone. His tongue lingered there, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you really care?” he murmured, the words slipping out between kisses and lazy licks.

You opened your mouth to respond, but it dissolved into a shaky exhale when his hands slid up your thighs, his touch sure and possessive. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into your sparkly stockings and thong, pulling them down with an ease that left you breathless. He never broke contact, his lips still grazing your skin as your breath hitched.

“Scoot back,” he commanded softly, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a promise you couldn’t ignore.

You did as he asked, shifting onto the bed until your back rested against the cool sheets.

“Lay down.”

There was no hesitation in his tone, and again, you complied, your pulse quickening as you watched him. He kissed his way up your thighs, moving deliberately, taking his time with each press of his lips against your skin. You clenched your fists in anticipation, your heart pounding as he drew closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

But then he stopped, hovering just inches away. The pause was excruciating, the air thick with tension. You propped yourself up on your elbows, desperate to see what the hold-up was, only to find him looking up at you with that infuriating smirk.

“Hard to hate me now, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some shred of dignity, but before you could respond, his tongue found you, gliding across your folds with a precision that sent shockwaves through your body.

You were already wet—God, you hated how ready you were for him—and he noticed. The deep, guttural moans that rumbled from him as he tasted you made your legs tremble. Each movement of his tongue was calculated, intentional, drawing out noises from you that you couldn’t suppress even if you tried.

The annoyance you’d felt moments ago melted away, replaced with an all-consuming heat. Nicholas had you unraveling, and the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

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You were coming down from your second orgasm, body trembling, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment left your legs weak, barely able to hold you up. Nicholas, still standing tall, reached out to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. Your knees buckled slightly, and he chuckled low, the sound dripping with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding with a light chuckle.

You hated how hot that sounded, how it made your stomach flutter despite the exasperation you felt at his confidence. But you didn’t have long to dwell on it because his hands were already moving, cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes. He kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a slow intensity that made your toes curl.

When he pulled back, he didn’t waste time. His hands gripped the hem of your black baby tee, yanking it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept you from feeling cold. His eyes raked over you with a predatory gaze before he spoke, his voice low and firm.

“Take off your skirt and get in whatever position you want.”

The sheer boldness of his tone made your breath catch, his suave command both infuriating and intoxicating. You rolled your eyes slightly, but the corner of your lips twitched in a smirk. Before you obeyed, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was all heat, your lips moving against his with purpose. Your hands roamed down his body, fingers trailing over his toned chest before stopping at his nipples.

You pinched them lightly, earning a sharp inhale from him. He winced, but a grin quickly followed, spreading across his face as he kissed you back.

Your hands moved lower, fingers deftly undoing his belt and the button of his pants. You leaned in close, letting your breath tickle his ear as you whispered, “Take them off.”

Nicholas didn’t hesitate. His pants hit the floor in one smooth motion, and when you dropped to your knees in front of him, you were eye level with the evidence of his arousal. His member strained against the fabric of his briefs, the sight alone making you bite your lip.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged them down, letting his length spring free. You took a moment to admire him, the thickness and length both impressive and intimidating. Instead of diving straight in, you started soft, pressing kisses along his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your lips.

When you finally took him in your mouth, his reaction was immediate. His head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. You traced the veins along his shaft with your tongue, savoring the way his body responded to every movement. His hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through your tight, coily curls.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

You felt his hips begin to move, small, involuntary thrusts into your mouth. Before he could take control, you pulled back slightly, your hand wrapping firmly around his base to still him. He let out a surprised laugh, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a mix of awe and frustration.

“You’re so nasty I fucking love it,” he muttered.

You didn’t respond, instead taking him deeper into your throat. The sound of your gagging filled the room, and it only seemed to spur him on. His moans grew louder, more guttural, his hands tightening in your hair as he struggled to keep from losing control.

But Nicholas wasn’t one to be outdone. Before you could push him any further, he pulled you up with a strength that left you breathless. His lips crashed into yours, his kiss messy and desperate, tasting himself on your tongue.

In one swift motion, he turned and pushed you onto the bed. You instinctively got on your knees, arching your back in a way that had him muttering something you couldn’t quite make out, though the hunger in his tone was unmistakable. He knelt behind you, his large hands grabbing your ass as he lowered his mouth to your core.

His tongue was relentless, licking and teasing you from behind, the sensation making you cry out. When he finally slid inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that had both of you gasping.

You were soaked, your body offering no resistance, yet the tightness still made him pause for a moment to adjust. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move, his pace steady and controlled. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your moans filling the room as he buried himself deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

His movements were hypnotic, his pace unyielding as he built you up again, your body responding to him as if it were made for this.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your waist firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive strength as he pulled you upright. Your back collided with his broad chest, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Every ridge and contour of his toned frame was pressed into you, the connection intimate and unrelenting. His hips didn’t falter, his thrusts angling deeper, making you gasp as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His hand slid up your body, tracing a line from your hip to your chin. He tilted your face toward him, his fingers gentle yet commanding. The kiss he gave you was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly intimate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to heighten the heat of the moment—it was the kind that left you breathless, spinning, and vulnerable. His lips moved against yours with a purpose that felt like a promise, one you weren’t sure you should believe.

"You’re my favorite," he murmured against your lips, the words low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

The admission stirred something deep inside you, though it was tinged with frustration. You of course knew there were others—there had always been whispers, fleeting glances, and the occasional name dropped in conversation. Yet the way he said it, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, made you feel singular, special, irreplaceable.

Before you could dwell on the thought, his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit with precision. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, your moans spilling out unbidden, loud and unabashed.

"Let it out," he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear, his voice dripping with encouragement. "I know, baby."

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you, his thumb and fingers working you with infuriating skill. “Tell me how you like it,” he growled, his tone rough, demanding, yet tender.

“Nicholas,” you whimpered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “I need you so fucking bad baby,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear.

He chuckled low, his thrusts growing deeper, each one more deliberate than the last. “I’m here baby, I’m yours” he murmured, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Even if I tried, I couldn’t find anyone that feels as good as you.”

The vulnerability in his tone shattered the last of your defenses. That confession, paired with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, became your undoing.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum Nicholas I - ”

“Wait for me,” he interrupted, his voice tight with restraint. “We’ll do it together. Hold out for me, baby.”

It took every ounce of willpower to obey, your fingers clutching the sheets as you teetered on the edge. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, and when he finally whispered, “I’m ready,” it was all you needed.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as you shattered around him. Every nerve in your body ignited, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Nicholas groaned deeply, his hands gripping your waist as he followed you over the edge, his movements erratic and frenzied as he spilled into you.

You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably. Nicholas followed you down, his weight comforting as he rested against you for a moment. He pressed a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder, up the back of your neck, his lips lingering as he whispered, “So good,” his voice now soft, affectionate, and full of unspoken emotion.

After a few moments, you wriggled out from under him, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. Your legs wobbled as you made your way across the room, and when you returned, you saw that Nicholas had laid out your favorite sleep shirt—the oversized one you kept at his place for nights like this. The thoughtful gesture brought a small smile to your lips, but it faded when you noticed his phone resting on the nightstand, its screen lit up with a missed call.

You didn’t think much of it until the phone buzzed again. This time, a girl’s name you didn’t recognize flashed across the screen. A flicker of annoyance crept in, but you quickly rejected the call, not ready to let it intrude on the moment.

Slipping on the shirt, you climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over you. Nicholas turned toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come here,” he murmured, his tone drowsy but content, his voice still carrying that edge of affection that made it hard to stay guarded.

Despite the lingering curiosity—and the faint sting of the call—you let yourself melt into his warmth. For now, at least, you decided to hold onto the fleeting perfection of the moment.

[ilovewomenfr]

can u do a Vi x a bullied! chubby! fem! reader where the reader gets bullied and Vi makes her feel better with taking her virginity and Vi is very experienced while reader is a virgin?

cw: virgin!r, experienced!v, fluff, pretty vanilla, soft sex, body worship, praise kink, porn with a bit of a plot, use of y/n when necessary, reader is shorter than vi, vi lokey just yaps for a bit, pet names, a bit of overstimulation (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), KNEE THING (r!receiving)(YIPPEE!!)

~~~men dni!! 18+~~~

an: i kind of played around with structure and text in this just to get back into the flow of writing. the photo of the outfit is just kind of what i was picturing the reader wearing in the video mentioned. im gonna get the requests out slowly, i havent forgotten about them i just got way more than i expected! i’ve got another one in the works rn as well as my own little ellie fic along with being in school.

You recently posted a tiktok on your pretty small account, only followed by friends and a few random people. It was just a fun little video of you and your girlfriend doing a fit check; you were wearing the cutest maxi skirt and felt confident as hell. That was until the video blew up, raking in thousands of views, which then evidently resulted in several comments about your weight. Of course some of the comments were positive: ‘you guys are so cute together’, ‘omg this is soooo butchfemme i love it’, ‘stunning!!’ But they quickly got overshadowed by all the hate: ‘ew your girlfriend deserves better’, ‘oh she’s fat… gross’, ‘this isn’t cute…’

After your classes you head into your single dorm, setting up to study and trying to ignore the comments that just keep flooding in, some homophobic and some body-shaming. Your phone is blowing up and you seriously just need to focus on school, so you go to put it on do not disturb, the last comment you see in your notifications says ‘people like you don’t deserve love’. That’s the last straw, you sit in front of your laptop as you feel tears building up for the umpteenth time today. Your phone buzzes once more; you reluctantly check it,

vi❤️ - i saw the comments on your video are you okay?

With a deep breath you answer:

can you come over?

Less than ten minutes later she knocks at your door, when you open it she pulls you into a hug, “I’m so sorry y/n” she murmurs, pressing a kiss onto your head, you look up at her, “how much did you see?” Vi shakes her head, “doesn’t matter because none of them are true.” You look up at her, bleary eyed, “how many of them did you read, Vi?” you ask, your voice breaking as you bring her to sit with you on your bed. The two of you sit down as Vi nods her head, her throat bobbing as she swallows, “I saw most of them, and they’re all fucking ridiculous.” she scoffs, “so you don’t agree with them?” Vi turns her head, “are you serious right now babe? Why on earth would I agree with them?” You sniffle and Vi pulls you onto her chest, lying down with you, “Hey, don’t pay attention to those comments, you’re beautiful.” She pulls you in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, her hands holding your hips, when she pulls away, she smiles fondly, “I love you, so much. Don’t let random people on the internet get in your head okay? Your body is perfect and who cares if you’ve got curves it just makes everything better.”

With a small smile on your face, your lips meet hers once again, her tongue making its way to meet your own, drawing a hum of desperation from you. Vi flips you while keeping her lips on yours, carefully slotting her leg between yours; quelling the soft ache beginning to form. You pull away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, “Vi- you know I haven’t-” you whisper, “We don’t have to if you don’t feel rea-” “No! No, I want this, I’m ready.” Vi grins, “yeah?” You bite your cheek and giggle, “Yeah.” “You’re so cute holy shit.”

Vi’s lips crash into yours and her thigh presses against your clothed cunt, your breath hitches, she hasn’t even done anything yet and it already feels worlds better than when you do it yourself. Vi’s tongue delves into your desperately parted lips as if on a journey, swallowing the moans coming from you. Her hands are everywhere, one on your hip, on finding its way up your shirt to brush her thumb over your nipple, eliciting a whine from you. If you weren’t soaked before, you definitely are now. She smiles, tugging your bottom lip with her teeth before her lips find their way onto your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking gently, your breathing gets heavy as Vi trails her lips down to your clavicle; teeth and lips and tongue all along the skin. “Let’s get this off you” she tugs your shirt up- throwing it somewhere in your room once it’s off.

Her blue irises darken at the sight of your tits, “God you’re so gorgeous babe,” Vi squeezes them together and pulls your right nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling and sucking the pebbled skin; “H-holy shit” you gasp, hands finding her pink locks, “haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” she mumbles, a slight chuckle coming from her. Vi does the same on the other side and moves down your stomach, kissing practically every inch of skin, “You’re so pretty y/n” she murmurs against your skin, the pits of your stomach flip-flopping as she finally gets to your waistband. “Can I?” “Please.”

Vi eagerly tugs down your pants, leaving you in a soaked baby pink thong, “Holy shit you’re so wet.” she smiles, amused. You bite your lip as Vi runs her thumb along the fabric, “o-oh” your voice comes out as a breathy moan, heart racing as she starts teasing your clit ever so slightly through your underwear. She pulls her hand away and runs the both of them up your thighs, “why’d you stop?” Vi just grins, swiftly tugging down the fabric, pupils blown out. “Oh my god.” the words sound so desperate, without any warning she pulls your legs over her shoulder, “you’ve got a pretty pussy,” her breath fans across the wet curls. Vi looks up at you, ensuring to make eye contact before she licks your aching cunt from the bottom to the top then focusing her tongue on your clit, drawing a whine from you, “Viii.” You feel her smiling as she rolls her tongue perfectly against you. It feels better than anything you could do yourself. The soft licks gradually get stronger until she’s flicking your clit and your nails are digging into her scalp.

“Oh fuuck” whines are escaping you without any control and it’s only egging her on, “Fuuuck Vi!” you try to squeeze your legs around her head but she pushes them back open, her middle finger tracing around your entrance before gently curling it into you, “Holy hnghh shit!” your back arches as her slender finger pushes into you repeatedly, Vi laps at your clit again, a soft moan coming from her and sending vibrations up your body. “More pleaase babe” you beg and feel her smile against you. She adds a second finger, filling you up, and your moans become pornographic at the dual stimulation she’s providing you. Vi’s fingers are grazing your g-spot perfectly and you think you might have already came a couple times but you’re so in the moment you don’t know or care. Your pussy is squelching obscenely with every movement of Vi’s fingers, soft moans leaving her as well. “Vi I think I’m gonna cum!” you grasp onto her hair and you hips buck as you clench around her, resulting in more moans from Vi. You feel yourself shaking as she slips her hands out but keeps licking at your drenched cunt like it’s the air she breathes, sucking onto your clit like she’s never going to get this opportunity again. “Vi! I- mhh too much!” you push her head away from your pussy. She smiles lazily, her chin sheen with slick, “You taste so good, got carried away” she giggles, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “Wow.” you breathe out as Vi wraps her arms around your waist, “You okay?” she asks as she holds your face, resting her forehead on yours as you nod, she kisses your nose softly, “I love you so much” you smile for the umpteenth time tonight, “I love you more.” After a few moments Vi sits up from the bed, “Where are you going?” “Gonna grab a towel so I can clean you up, stay here okay?” she kisses your forehead. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms shortly after.

[wowzyee]

hiiii could you do yandere 007n7 x reader and some HCs? Im also from AO3 by the way!

🧼🌸 anon <3

Sure!

:]

007n7-

❥│Before he was Forsakened, he probably had his eye on you

❥│You better believe he’s taking advantage of his exploits

❥│He’s calmer than when he was younger, but he can be violent if needed

❥│He would get jealous of people you spent your time with

❥│If you liked someone else, he would be absolutely devastated

❥│The others are already wary of him, so he probably wouldn’t kill anyone, especially since they would just respawn

❥│It’s not stalking, it’s just walking extremely close behind

❥│Anyways, he stalks you constantly and probably has cameras or microphones hidden in your cabin

❥│He’s not clingy, but he hates not being able to see you

❥│This man is absolutely touch starved, you can barely hug him and he’s putty in your hands

❥│He’s less toxic of a yandere compared to someone like Shedletsky or Two Time

❥│I lied, he’s very clingy, he hates not being able to cuddle you 24/7, if you let him touch you at all

❥│He totally doesn’t “borrow” your things

❥│He would be very overprotective of you, you would cause him lots of panic attacks if you’re a reckless person

❥│He wants to try to get you to hang out with him, but he’s too nervous to ask

Here’s the Oneshot!

“P-Please, don’t scare m-me like that ever a-again.”

007n7 shook as he wrapped his arms around you, kneeling down. How did you get here?

Well, you had practically thrown yourself at the killer in the start of the round, a feeble attempt to stun the killer. Instead of stunning the killer, you got a sharp, oozing gash to the side.

After that, you wandered aimlessly through the map before passing out due to blood loss.

007n7, who had realized you were no longer in his sight, began to panic, frantically trying to use his CoolGUI to find you.

Lucky for him, it worked, but he almost wished it didn’t; the sight was horrid for him, your bloody body draped over a generator, clothes soaked in the coppery red liquid, your form barely breathing.

He had immediately rushed to your side, hands shaking as he lifted you up.

“Please, please wake up. Please, I need you to wake up.”

He took off his sweater vest, attempting to wrap it around your wound to stop the blood flow. It was then that 007n7 noticed the metal piece lodged into the deep gash. He would have to widen the incision in order to remove it and clean your round.

Hands still trembling, he pulled a spare knife he had “borrowed” from Two Time and brought it to your wound. You hazily opened your eyes, head throbbing and side aching, a painful, almost burning sensation.

“Pl-please, don’t hate me for this.”

He drove the knife into your wound, gripping the handle tighter as you flinched. You covered your mouth, muffling your pained noises as to not alert the killer.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry . . .”

007n7 continued mumbling apologies and condolences as he widened the slash in your side.

Meanwhile, Elliot, who had realized someone was injured, was making his way towards your location. He froze the moment he arrived, the hot pizza slice falling out of his grasp.

“What the HELL are you doing to them?!”

007n7 froze, looking at Elliot before rapidly shaking his head.

“N-no, Elliot, i-it’s not what you think, I swear, I’m-“

“You’re WHAT? Dissecting them like some-some PSYCHOPATH?? I-I left you both out of my sight for TWO MINUTES-“

“Elliot, PLEASE, I need you to believe me, I’m trying to help them! Please, they need a medkit, I-“

Elliot grit his teeth, throwing a medkit down at 007n7.

“Take it. But after this, stay the Hell away from them. I don’t need you ruining their life as well.”

007n7 paused a short while before immediately grabbing the medkit and taking out a bottle of medical alcohol. He gripped your hand after rolling up your shirt, attempting to open the bottle with his teeth. It shook back and forth, some of the clear liquid spilling onto the grass and his pants.

“O-oh, shit. H-hey, this is going to hurt. Squeeze my hand, okay? Ready?”

He nodded to himself before pouring the alcohol onto the deep slice. It took all of your willpower to not scream.

It burned and stung more intensely now, and it only got worse when 007n7 stuck his gauze-covered hand into the wound and gripped the large metal plate stuck inside of you.

At least it didn’t puncture your lung.

He pulled it out as fast as his ever-shaking hands would let him. You groaned as he finished bandaging the wound.

“S-sorry, I’m so sor-“

He froze in place as you hugged him.

Which brings you to now; 007n7 shaking, beginning to sob as he clung to you, his breath ragged.

“Y-you scared me s-so bad. I-I’m so glad I got here on t-time, because if you would’ve died-“

‘-I’m not sure I could live with myself.’

Odd words, considering that you would just respawn. Though, it was probably more convenient to have gotten that metal slab out of your body first, and besides, maybe 007n7 just didn’t want to let you feel the pain of respawning.

The round ended not too long after, and you ended up back in the lobby, still being cradled in 007n7’s arms. He had buried his face into your neck, letting you feel the warm tears that rolled down his face.

The other survivors, excluding Guest, Taph, and Dueskkar, were staring at you two.

Elliot clenched his fists, pulling 007n7 off of you and helping you to your feet before turning around to yell at him.

“I told you to give them the medkit and GET AWAY from them!”

Elliot rolled his eyes as 007n7 pathetically stammered out a response.

“U-uh, t-they- w-what if-“

“Just . . . leave me alone. Leave them alone, too. No one wants you here, especially not them!”

007n7 gripped the rug tighter, pursing his lips shut and praying that no more tears would flow out.

Elliot grabbed your arm, gently pulling you outside to your cabin.

He sat you down, putting his arms on your shoulders. Elliot’s voice softened as he spoke to you, returning to his normally sweet tone.

“Are you okay? I swear, if that bastard HURT you-“

You nodded your head no, reassuring him you were fine and that you didn’t need anything. Eventually, Elliot gave in and sighed, planting a small kiss on your forehead before freezing.

“S-sorry, was that too forward?”

You winced and blushed, looking at the ground before pulling him into a kiss. It was short, but to Elliot, it seemed like an eternity.

In a good way, of course. He blushed again, sheepishly running the back of his neck as his eyes darted in the other direction.

“R-right, uhm, I-I’m going to go help Shedletsky heal the others. B-bye!”

He zoomed out of the cabin.

007n7, who had watched the entire thing, felt his heart drop. He crumpled the daisy he held in his hand, more salty tears welling up in his eyes.

Of course you didn’t love him, why should you?

He wasn’t worthy of love, especially not yours.

Elliot was right; no one wanted him around, especially not you.

He should milk himself again like he did before he got to this Hellish place.

He shook his head rapidly, trying to dispel the thoughts from his head. He watched as you lay there on your bed, slowly falling asleep.

He wanted to have you.

No, he didn’t want you.

He needed you.

He needed you to be by his side in the morning when he wakes up, needed you to hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright when he had those terrible thoughts and the pain of losing C00lkid.

And if he had to hurt you, he would if it guaranteed you were his.

You woke up the next morning to find the lights in your cabin were all out. It was pitch black outside, per usual.

You looked out your window; too dark and too dirty to see anything.

As you stood up, you felt a sudden prickle on your back; something or someone was watching you.

You shuddered.

It was cold.

Why was it cold? Your cabin was usually warm.

Odd.

As you searched for a match, something brushed against your foot, causing you to jump.

You were then pinned to the bed as something was put on your mouth; tape.

A familiar voice then rang out.

“I-I’m so sorry, my love.”

CRACK! POP!

The grotesque sound of 007n7’s hammer slamming into your bones echoed in the small room.

You screamed, muffled and drowned out by the tape.

SNAP! CRUNCH!

He brought the hammer down on your other leg, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed out meaningless apologies.

He dropped the hammer to the ground, pulling a cloth from his pocket and drenching it in a strong-smelling liquid. He placed it on your nose over the tape covering your mouth, forcing you into his lap and holding you there.

“I-it’s okay, shhh. I-I’m going to take good care of you, I-I promise I’ll make you happy, I’ll fix your wounds . . .”

‘. . . He could never love you as much as I do.’

I sincerely apologize if this sucked. 💔