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Can someone send me requests for Fallout? 🤭

Either the show or the game, I’ve been dying to write something about it and I’m gonna go bonkers

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Run, Rabbit

Proxies x Reader

You knew there was something off about the man who chatted with you at the bar. He was handsome, yes, with dirty blonde hair, and hazel/ blue eyes, tall, and rather fit from what you could see through worn jeans and an orange hoodie. He even had a slight, adorable gap in his front teeth that usually would have made you melt.

Your gut usually steered you the right way, and it told you this man was bad news. It was in his eyes. The tiredness, the blackness that resided in the lovely orbs, the way his cute, gap-toothed smile didn’t quite reach them. It was a facade, no matter how wonderful the words spewing from his mouth. Hidden under drunken flirtations was something wrong.

As the two of you talked, you let your eyes comb over him. He probably just assumed you were checking him out, so it was easy for you to look and pick up the small details. He had scars littering the pale skin of his hands and the little you could see of his arms. Even a couple on his neck, plus a small, old and pink car crossing from his ear to his left eye. His fingernails were short and dirty underneath, with what looked like dirt but…slightly red? He hardly fidgeted at all, never picking at his fingers or playing with his sleeves, but his leg bounced like a madman underneath the wooden table. These things could all be brushed off, but that feeling in your gut told you he was bad news all around.

You remained talking, however. It was a public place, plenty of people around in case the man, who you learned was named Brian, tried anything. That was, until, he leaned forward on the table. He had chuckled at something you said, leaned his elbows on the table and closer to you, and if you weren’t so observant, you would have definitely missed the way his eyes darted right behind you, that look on his face faltering for just a split moment, before returning to you.

He claimed he needed to use the restroom, and as he was getting up to go, you took the opportunity to turn and maybe see what he was looking at. There stood a man, stocky, tall, dark brown hair, eye bags, wearing jeans and a long sleeve shoved up to his elbows. He held a cigarette between his lips. And he was staring straight at you.

The moment you turned, he looked away as if he wasn’t just trying to burn holes into your skull with his gaze. You remained looking, just to see if he would look back. Instead, he turned and walked to the bar, ordering a beer, never once to look at you again.

Weird,, you thought, as you checked your phone for the time.

10:21.

You weren’t quite drunk, but you were going to need rest for the next day, lest you feel like total shit. You took this moment to escape the strange man who had been chatting you up while he was in the restroom, gathering your things, leaving money for anything you drank, before deciding to head out, totally unaware of the eyes watching you once more.

(That’s all I wrote for now 🤭 let me know if I should keep on with this one though !! 🫶🏻)

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ALSO YES IM WRITING A PART 2 TO “STAY AWAY” OSBDDDODDID IVE BEEN SO BUSY GUYS IM SO SORRY 😭

[crownedcritter]

Some angsty “because I love you” troupe type shit with Sebastian?

Sebastian had grown accustomed to the dark of his room. The loneliness, the dark, the consistent clicking of his keyboard being the only sound he would hear on some days. It wasn’t that he minded, though. That was how he liked to keep himself- secluded and away from the others in town. On some days, even Sam had difficulty convincing him to get outside and “catch some rays” as he would say, claiming that Sebastian looked like death and he needed to go out more. He knew this wasn’t exactly a healthy lifestyle for him to maintain, but that was how he liked it. That is, until a farmer moved into that old, broken down farmhouse.

Ever since you had come to Pelican town, you made an effort to see him. Him specifically. Out of all people, you made the initiative to visit with him every day, bring him his favorite foods, or trinkets you found in the local mine, just things you picked up that he would enjoy. Given the relationship he had with his family, he was never used to being so attended to. It was awkward for him at first, to receive such things, but definitely not unwanted.

On the occasion, he even found himself… waiting for you to come through his bedroom door. With that big smile on your face, dirt on the knees of your worn out overalls, holding a wrapped plate of sashimi he knows you caught and prepared just for him. He began to thoroughly enjoy when you would ask about his interests and life goals. It was such a refreshing encounter, much different from his family who all urged him to find another job. At the end of the day, though, he just assumed you were being nice. The nice farmer, the one that brings gifts to everyone, even Shane who had been nothing but rude to you since the moment you met. The farmer who provided anyone with anything they could ask for, even if it meant risking being injured in the mine. The farmer who gives everyone that big, bright smile. You were just being kind, and with that, he stopped putting any thought into it, and season after season passed of the same routine.

You never stopped bringing him those shiny things from the mine, or making him sashimi, or pumpkin soup in the fall, or talking to him about his day and the things he wanted to accomplish. You were probably the one person that he would listen to without fail when you asked him to make sure he went outside at least once a day. He trusted you, fully, and would never want to disappoint you by not listening when all you’re doing is looking out for him. He especially didn’t mind when you would join him on those outings, which was often. You would sit with him by the water, taking off your shoes and dipping your feet into the cool, still waters.

You loved those days more than anything. You knew it was doing him good when he would roll up his sleeves after you both had sad down and gotten comfortable, and he would pop his neck and back, and lean back on his hands in the grass. He would just sit there, eyes closed, letting the sun warm up his pale face. Your heart would race in those moments. You would try your best to commit everything about him to memory in those moments. The way his Adam’s Apple prominently bobbed when he would swallow, or how his hair looked in the direct sunlight.

You were happy just to be there with him, loving him in silence, no matter how much that pained you. That, however, was nothing compared to the moment you saw him with Abigail.

Carrying his favorite foods with you, you made your way to his home, excited to play some weird game with him and Sam later, when you saw them. Leaning against his motorcycle, his hands on her waist, their foreheads pressed together, laughter present on their lips. You could almost hear your own breath stop and your heart shatter like a crystal in the mines. You froze for just a moment, hoping your eyes were deceiving you, but as they leaned in to kiss one another, you found the courage to turn on your heel and walk home.

After a few hours, your phone began to blow up with messages, from both Sam and Sebastion. You gave Sam the courtesy of a “not feeling good, have fun tho”, while leaving all of Sebastian’s messages on read.

After that night, it was days before you saw Sebastian again. You were avoiding him like the plague all of a sudden. Did he say something to you?

He hadn’t seen you bustling around town, bringing goods and produce to the people in town, or just saying hello like you always did. It was like you had vanished off the face of the earth. After a couple weeks had passed, he decided that someone needed to come check on you. You were always making sure he didn’t shut himself in, so the least he could do is return the favor.

As he walked up to the farm, he noticed smoke coming up from the chimney- the smoke filling the crisp fall air in thick gray clouds, indicating you were in fact inside. He knocked on your front door, and waited. He heard little creaks in the old wooden floorboards as you walked up to the door. You opened the door, wearing the baggiest t-shirt you own and sweatpants (not expecting company), and he saw your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, before returning back to normal.

“What do you want?” You spoke, shortly.

He hated to admit that even with the sour tone to your voice, he missed hearing it.

“Hey I was uhh..just checking on you? You’ve been gone for like ages now. Are you doing okay? You missed our hangout a couple weeks ago, and you never do that.”

“Wasn’t feeling up to it. And I’m not feeling up to talking right now.. so I’ll see you around..” you went to close the door, but he caught it.

“Alright something is obviously up, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”

The stern look in his eyes told you he was being serious, you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. And from the way his nose was turning red told you he was freezing outside. You wish you weren’t as kind as you were, as kind as Sebastian knew you were, and had the guts to let him stay in the cold. But you weren’t, so you stepped aside with a sigh and an annoyed gesture for him to come inside.

He stepped inside, noticing the clutter you’ve allowed to accumulate in your normally tidy home.

“So?” He said, not even moving to take a seat.

“So what“ The tone came back again, obviously annoyed by his question, trying to hold back what you’ve been dying to tell him for ages now.

He looked at you, squinting his eyes at you slightly.

“Like I said, I’m not going anywhere. So can you please just tell me what the hell your problem-“

“ You wanna know what MY problem is, Sebastian?”

He stood, waiting for you to continue.

“My “problem” just so happens to be you. I saw you, Seb…. I saw you with Abigail…” you fiddled with your fingers, but still managed to maintain eye contact with him.

He scoffed slightly, “what are you talking about?”

You hated that you were about to TALK about what you had seen, the mental image almost enough to make you sick to your stomach.

“I saw the two of you… kiss.. in front of your house… and that’s my problem.”

The look of confusion on his face was enough to make you cry.

“Why are you upset about-“

“Because I love you! I’ve loved you since…well, since forever! It’s almost pathetic how much I’ve loved you all this time, Sebastian and you’ve never noticed! I love how you love your work, and how you love frogs, and how you smell, and how you smile, and-“

He stepped towards you as you kept on rambling.

“And I love how you’re always so warm, and.. and.. what are you…”

Then he kissed you.

Yoba, did he kiss you. You were seeing stars and hearing fireworks and feeling a bonfire erupt onto your cheeks. And if this were a movie, you’d have half the mind to let one of your feet pop up.

His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into the desperate kiss, your bodies pressed together in a way you could only describe as a dream. And Yoba did it feel so right.

He pulled away, eyes boring into your own, his hands remaining on your face. You reached up and grabbed his wrist, just to feel the skin that showed from under his hoodie sleeve.

Then he started to…smile??

He was smirking at you, his eyes roaming all over your flushed face, his thumb running over your cheek and down to swipe over your bottom lip.

“If I knew you felt the same, do you really think I would ever pick Abigail?”

You were dumbfounded. Absolutely astonished in that moment.

“B-but.. you.. and-and her.. you-“

“That was before I knew you loved me back.”

He smirked again, before pulling you into him, the familiar scent that you occasionally got a whiff of finally pressed right to your face. He kept an arm around your waist, the other holding your head.

You smiled, closing your eyes to inhale that lovely smell of his, something you had been waiting ages for.

You’d both figure out what to tell Abigail later, but for now, Sebastian held you tight in his arms, and you had yourself nestled between his pale shoulder and jet black hair- right where you knew you’d always belonged.

( I’m hella tired but wanted to hurry and finish this up so there wasn’t a long ass wait🤧 I’m too used to writing smut that writing PLOT is scawwy to me)

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Send in stardew valley requests ahh I’m itching to write something 🫶🏻

[crownedcritter]

NSFW EYELESS JACK HC/DRABBLE 🔞

💉If you ever manage to sleep with this creature, Godspeed.

💉He knows what he is doing, having become overly familiar with the human body and how it reacts to different types of stimulation and touches

💉That being said, he is more than capable of making you a screaming, creaming mess

💉He always makes sure you cum before he gets inside of you, mainly because it’s a necessity. If he didn’t, it would be quite painful for you and nearly impossible for him to fit inside of you

💉He’s rather feral. He does whatever he wants in the moment; slapping, spitting, drooling, tossing you into a new position, whatever he wants, he gets

💉Not to mention, he says the most mouth watering disgusting things when he’s pumping his cock deep inside of you, sometimes not even making coherent sentences

💉He will not pull out, and that’s a promise. The thought of coating your walls with his spunk after a rough pounding is almost enough to get him ready for another round

💉On that same note, don’t think he’s a one and done kind of guy. You’re gonna be begging for him to stop, but he won’t until he is satisfied

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It had gone on for hours. The constant pounding against your g-spot, the constant cumming, creaming, and squirting on his cock was overwhelming and nearing the point of being painful. In a cock-dumb state, your mouth hung open, letting you taste the sheets he had shoved your face in, your drool leaking from the corner of your mouth and absorbing into the fabric. His hands had such a tight grip on your ass, slamming forward into you and using the leverage to bounce you back onto him, hitting deeper than you ever thought possible.

He had already cum inside of you a few times, the creamy white substance making such an obscene squelching noise when he slammed his hips against yours, dripping down your thighs and his balls, going completely unnoticed to either of you

“You like that? You love this cock, don’t you? Love milking me?”

His deep voice behind you sounded demanding.

You took a minute to respond, the feeling of being stretched out and fucked rotting your brain.

He growled and huffed behind you, before you felt a smack across your right ass cheek, before it went right back to that vice like grip on your behind

“Tell me you love this cock, whore. Say it. You were made to take this dick.” He punctuated each word of the last sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

“O-oh my f-fucking god..!” You almost screamed before babbling everything the demon wanted to hear.

Satisfied with your answer, he let out a chuckle before leaning forward. You felt his hands leave where you were certain would be bruises on your ass the next day, and he leaned forward, slowing down for just a moment.

You were close to looking back and seeing what the deal was, but he acted before you could.

He grabbed your hair and lifted your hair, allowing you to see his upside down face with how you were bent for a moment. He hooked his fingers into your cheeks, before picking back up the pace and the brutality of his thrusts, pulling your whole body back onto his cock.

🫶🏻 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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“Stay away”

For most, this would sound like a warning, or maybe even a threat- the words themselves holding such a negative connotation. In this moment, however, you could not have felt more determined to get closer.

You had noticed it a few weeks prior, the purple-blue that was ever darkening underneath his eyes, but with the light from the window shining against his face, all it did was show you how truly exhausted he looked. He sat on your bed, shoulders slouched, bouncing his leg against the wooden floor. His beard had become disheveled, and the lips underneath the unkempt hair were cracked and spotted with red- obviously from where they had been bitten to the point of drawing blood.

It wouldn’t have taken a genius to see that he was not doing well, solely based on his physical appearance. It was when he came into your home after being missing for a week straight and sat on your bed that you knew it was something more than that.

Tim stayed silent while you lectured him and practically begged him to tell you where he was. He stayed quite though, and let his rough and battered hands run over your bedsheets, almost as if he was savoring the texture- like it was the last time he was going to do so.

He took a deep breath as he sat there, letting his eyes stay shut for a few moments, just breathing in the smell of the room that was so you.

His corners of his lips were pointed down in a slight frown as he looked at you with those beautiful, tired eyes of his.

“Stay away. I need you to stay as far away from me as possible. I know you don’t understand, and it’s not your fault, but it’s for the best.”

You wanted to be angry, to scream at him for making you worry. He had been slowly deteriorating for a while, then just disappeared, and had the gall to come back and say that? But no, there was something about the way he talked and the way he was looking at you.

His eyes looked almost pained as they spoke, almost desperate. He looked so run down and wore out, and as he spoke the words he looked as if he was being forced to spit them out. What he said sounded like it had been well thought out, like he had rehearsed it before he came. Tim just looked broken, like a shell of the person you knew and had grown to love.

It was easier for you to stay silent due to the progression. Part of you knew something was going to happen with him, it was only a matter of time. This is why when he rose from the bed and walked out the door and out of your life it was a lot easier for you to cope.

You still left Tim messages, tried to call him daily, and let him know that whenever he was ready you would be there for him with open arms.

But a call back would never happen.

And the last text message you got from him a month prior would stay the same.

‘I love you too’

Short lil Tim sad times :)

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Made a new tumblr account but I’m ready to get back in the saddle with writing 🫶🏻

Fandoms I write for:

Creepypasta

Marble hornets

Grey’s Anatomy

Avengers

Slashers

The Walking Dead

Harry Potter

I’ll definitely be expanding this list when other fandoms come to mind, so don’t be afraid to ask for things that aren’t on the list and I’ll let you know if I’m able to write for them :))

Thank you 🫶🏻