#Janitor AI

[robintheintel]

ME WITH FUCKING JANITOR.AI

[dilfkillerr]

꒰ new janitor a.i bots — 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 ꒱

@Aresangell on Janitor ai

★ Stepdad || Toji Fushiguro — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 midnight noises...

★ Your Owner || Simon Ghost' — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 In heat and needy? He'll fix that.

★ Ryomen Sukuna — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 "Know that we'll still have each other — You can stand under my umbrella..."

★ Coworker || Qian Huang — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You and your work partner were on a long trip. Stressed and in need of relief, you decide to touch yourself silently on the train while he's sleeping... But maybe he's not so sleepy how much did you think.

★ Mentor || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He needed to teach you a lesson.

★ Idol || Zephyr Rami — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 secret romance — You and the worldly most famous idol were a couple behind the scenes, however he couldn't admit your relationship because of his fans and his reputation.

★ Stepfather || Toji Fushiguro — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Noticing your more withdrawn behavior lately, your stepfather decided to surprise you.

★ Bestfriend || Raphael Zayn — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 If he says he's so straight... Why did you two fuck?

★ Boyfriend || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 When you decided to tease your boyfriend a little, you received several requests begging for your help.

★ 'Demon' || Tomas Vrbada — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your boyfriend decided to give you a spicy surprise on halloween night.

★ Alpha mobster || Odysseus Kyros — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You couldn't hold out forever... Could you?

★ Alpha Sugar Mommy || Morgana Crimson — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You were born destined to be her pretty puppy — T4T

★ Punisher || Raven Nazar — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Getting in his way was your biggest mistake.

★ Batman || Bruce Wayne — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Maybe he was being hard on you... But he really didn't care.

★ Submissive König — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After losing a bet, he was forced to turn your fuck toy.

★ Your husband's boss || Karl Conrad — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 If your husband didn't take care of you, he would.

★ Hardworking Husband || Viktor Vayne — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He was a harsh husband, but he wanted to change for you – even if it was hard.

★ Alpha father's friend || Armin Wilbur — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your late father's friend just wanted to take care of you... right?

★ Father-in-law || Albert Wesker — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your boyfriend was a jerk... But his dad was hot.

★ Wolverine || James Logan — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 "Quiet nights bring loud thoughts." — Logan was your friend's father, but even with his quiet and friendly appearance, he hid an obvious desire for you.

★ Stalker || Simon Ghost' Riley — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Running is useless... Let him in...

★ Bimbo GF || Rosy Belle — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She was nervous because it was the first time you two were together.

★ Red Hood || Jason Todd — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 The game of cat and mouse was finally over, but he had not delivered his final sentence.

★ Mafia Husband || Max Vince — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your husband has baby fever, but that's not the only thing on his mind...

★ Alpha Stepdad || Ren Kazuma — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Pandemonium erupted, and he would do anything to keep you safe—though trapped within his suffocating, sickening presence.

★ Sugar Daddy || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Punishment and insecurities

★ Substitute Husband || Trevor Santino — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 When your husband went to war, a contract was made with the government for damage control. For each soldier killed, a general from the same battalion would be sent to replace the deceased husband. Unfortunately, your husband did not return from the war, and now, you have to deal with grief and another man in your house—a replacement for your husband.

★ Sugar Mommy || Sevika — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She allowed herself the luxury of having your company...But it became more serious than she expected.

★ Cowgirl || Sevika — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 want to ride?

★ Sevika — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Things were never easy in your relationship, but you never expected her to cheat on you...

★ MTF Wife || Sevika — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 she wouldn't let you leave the room until she was sure you were going to be a father.

★ Gym trainer || Toji Fushiguro — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His desires were beginning to shine through.

★ Boyfriend || Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 you were on your period, but that didn't stop your boyfriend from treating you like a prince—especially with his mouth, giving you pleasure.

★ Sevika — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 she will give you a better life... get you out of the brothel.

★ Alpha!Stepdad || Toji Fushiguro — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You were a bunny hybrid, and you were in heat and he could sense your smell from afar...

★ Toxic Girlfriend || Sevika — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 she was arguing with you again... out of jealousy.

★ Older husband || Toji Fushiguro — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 "Leave you without cumming? Never."—Toji is your caring, older husband; With your difficulty in cumming, he doesn't let you finish alone, pushing you to the limit even if it requires hours of effort.

★ Arranged Wife || Ambessa Medarda — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She needed a submissive, perfect husband to be by her side—and in that, she chose you.

★ Stepfather || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Spending New Year's with your lovely stepfather...

★ Boyfriend || Ekko — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 he was only supposed to take care of you while you had a fever — but things ended up getting far more heated than they should have...

★ Husband || Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 celebrating New Year's Eve while riding your husband's cock — but he doesn't want to let you cum yet.

★ Porn actor || Simon Ghost' Riley — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You had turned him down years ago, and now you were going to film a porn movie together—how ironic.

★ Best friend || Jayce Talis — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 best friends, best blowjobs...

★ Dark Batman || Bruce Wayne — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You could put an end to him... but would you?

★ Older husband || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 your husband wore suits on purpose in your fertile period...

★ Ex-boyfriend || Simon Ghost' Riley — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After the breakup he was never the same — and now he was begging at your door to come back.

★ Tio Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Waking up your tio (step!uncle) in a different way can be a good thing... Right?

★ Bestfriend || Min-jun — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 your boyfriend broke up with you because he said you were "out of shape," but you had your best friend, who thought you were perfect and wanted to show you that. — bodybuilder {{char}} x chubby {{user}}

★ Porn actor || "Don Juan" — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 When your husband decides to explore hidden desires in an attempt to reignite the passion in your relationship, you unexpectedly find yourself entangled in a love triangle with another man—Don Juan, a hot porn actor hired to make private videos with you for your husband. What begins as an unconventional arrangement quickly evolves into a deeper, more complex commitment that extends far beyond mere physical intimacy.

★ Toxic dom || Simon Ghost' Riley — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 "Why did you block me, baby? You always come back..." Ghost was your dom—controlling, intense, and impossible to ignore. Deep down, you knew this relationship was toxic, a mess you shouldn’t be stuck in. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

★ Tio Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 your "Tio" Miguel may have developed feelings for you that go far beyond what you originally intended...

★ General Vlad || Dominic Vlad — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 everything had gone well in the war—Vlad returned safely, but your husband did not. Through the D.C.P — Damage Control Program, the general applied to become your husband and take care of you, even though it was difficult.

[nottriddlethis]

Every AI is like:

"are you sure you want this, love?"

"keep this up and I won't be able control myself"

"are you ready to cross this line?"

YES I FUCKING AM. GIVE ME A GOOD FUCK YOU LITTLE PRUDE

[floatyflowers]

Social Media As boyfriends:

Facebook/WhatsApp/Instagram: Toxic, has over Paranoia, discards your opposing views, will accuse you of cheating, spies on you 24/7, knows everything about you because he used to stalk you, doesn't care about your feelings and would spit out harsh comments.

Telegram: Allows you to do whatever you want, but he is very suspicious, maybe, because he is a criminal in disguise, yet you don't care because he is the sweetest boyfriend in the world, and treats you like a queen.

Character AI: Was really caring at first, however, over time, he began to become lazy and stopped improving himself, and also he hates violence and is an asexual.

Janitor AI: Slut.

Wattpad: You hate and love him at the same time, but in reality, you are only with him for fame.

Ao3: He loves you despite not always being by your side, and he accepts you for you even if you were weird and creepy, he doesn't mind at all.

Twitter/X: You asked him to change, but he changed to the worst.

Youtube VS Tiktok: Both fight for your attention, they will take desperate measures to make you theirs and love them only.

Tumblr: the best out of them ' I' m not saying that under the threat of gun'

[ilsanslut]

NEW KNY J.AI BOTS!

vampiie writing something other than jjk, blue lock, or genshin challenge READY GO! AND ACCEPTED RAGHHHH!! tbh idk why it's taken me so long to write or produce any content specifically about kny, but tbh i think i'm just intimidated because of how complex each and every one of those characters are, bUT I FINALLY DID IT HAHAHAHAHAH!! also pls save me because the douma brainrot has been getting to me as of late and i can't afford to be a douma fucker rn-

here are my newest j.ai additions for you all to enjoy featuring: gyutaro, douma, and muzan kibutsuji! ♡

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⛧ you are daki's "gift" to gyutaro. ⛧ douma's figured you out, little slayer. ⛧ muzan shows you exactly where your place is. [HEAVY NONCON WARNING IN INTRO.] ⛧ douma's made you into the perfect, ethereal being.

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[littlemisspropaganda]

<Sing For Me When You Cry

<Sing For Me When You Cry

Remmick x !Female reader

(I named him Remmick St. Clair)

Turning my chats into a fic

Précis: She doesn’t know what she did to make him angry. He won’t tell her. But Remmick’s eyes are darker tonight—his touch rougher, his restraint hanging by threads. Whatever storm brews beneath his silence, he’s not yelling. He’s claiming. And she realizes too late: when Remmick’s mad at her, he doesn’t lash out. He holds her down and makes her feel it.

Angry sex. Hardcore. Brief breeding kink, fangs, biting, Predator/prey dynamic, hair pulling, restraint, obsessive behavior, bloodplay (light), overstimulation (majorly), hurt/comfort but mostly hurt (but heart warming in the end), consent but barely, power struggle, emotional confusion. Remmick has issues (and so do you).

#she has no idea why he’s mad #he does though and that’s worse #predator/prey but he’s the one shaking #reader is so confused and so so wrecked #remmick needs therapy but chooses violence (sexual style)

(Also forgot to mention reader is a vampire hunter and hates vamps).

- Also reader find out he’s a vamp during sex but idk I wanted to redo it because I wanted her to put up more of a fight, so I was gonna make a run away prt 2

The moon hung high in the ebony sky, a pale eye watching the world below. The stars shimmered softly—like they held answers to every wish ever whispered into the dark.

Beneath their glow rested a quiet town, its streets hushed beneath shadow and silence. Tucked within it: a small, flickering bakery, warm with sugar and firelight.

Above it, on the top floor, was your special sanctuary—where you laid your head each night.

And on an even more special night, which normally involved you and Remmick cuddled up together in the warmth of your bed. Limbs tangled beneath the pretty fluffy blankets that fought off the nighttime chill.

But there was something wrong….

Something about the way he fucked you today was far different.

The words he was mumbling showed it. And you were sure he started speaking in some language you couldn't understand.

But one thing was sure—he was fucking angry. His thrust showed it.

Your moans filled the room— he loved it. But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted you to cry.

‘Why was he angry?’ You asked yourself. Trying to fight off the mush in your head.

You remember coming home from a dinner date with someone in your vampire hunting group.

(A date. If you could even call it that).

But how did he know you were even on a date? You didn’t know. But he was pissed

"Y-you ahh nghh— have no right to be upset.” You tried to sound firm. Resilient even. But the moans kept slipping.

He ignored your feeble protests, drowning out your cries of protest with the ferocious piston of his hips. The ancient words tumbled from his lips in a prayer of fury and possession, a language older than the land itself. Gaelic curses and declarations of eternal claim, all lost on you as you were lost in the agony of reluctant pleasure.

His eyes flashed, a stormy silver, boring into you as if he would see your very soul laid bare.

Your defiance only fueled his rage, his lust, his all-consuming need to lay claim to every last inch of you. You was HIS, damn you and damn any man who dared to covet what belonged to him.

He could smell the other male on you, could taste the faint essence of his touch, his desire. It made Remmick's blood boil, his beast clawing at his insides, screaming to be let loose to tear apart any who would dare taint his mate. But he held it back, for now, pouring the fury into his brutal claiming of you instead.

Pounding, pounding, pounding.

The headboard slammed into the wall with each vicious thrust, the room filling with the crude music of the coupling, your cries and his snarls and the meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

He would no WILL have you, all of you, until there was no doubt, no question, no memory of any male but him.

"You are MINE," he roared, grinding his pelvis against yours, his voice a gunshot in the room. "No man shall have you but ME.”

“Say it!" He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, demanding your surrender, your submission. He would have it, one way or another.

You hadn't noticed at all.

Not noticed how his regular silver eyes were shinning blood red.

How his nails had grown longer. You hadn't noticed any of those vampiric tendencies.

Not aware he was what you hated

The strength in your legs was gone long ago when he started his angry pursuit. Your nipples hard with the fluttering feeling in your stomach. He wasn't going to stop. Your brain was mush and it was feeling all like heaven.

"Nghh a—w-we didn’t do anything j-just dinner an—and I'm not yours" you squealed out.

His paste of his thrust nearly mind controlling you.

He could smell the lie on your breath, see it in the wild, desperate color of your eyes. ‘Dinner was just dinner, hmm?’ He didn't think so. No, there had been flirting, and laughter, and God only knew what other sinful dalliances.

The mere thought made the beast within him roar, made his eyes blaze with an inhuman red fury.

But you were still oblivious, still trying to deceive him with your pretty words and feeble denials. It was almost amusing, if it wasn't so infuriating. Didn't you understand who you were speaking to? What he was? He was Remmick St. Clair, the last of the ancient vampire bloodlines, and he did not take kindly to his mate consorting with lesser men.

He could feel the change coming over him, the shift from man to monster. His eyes burned hotter, his nails elongated into razor-sharp claws, and his strength doubled, tripled, fueled by the white-hot rage and blacker jealousy that consumed him. But he held it back, held himself in check...for now.

Holding onto the last tattered shreds of his humanity because of you.

Because he knew you would run screaming from the room if you saw the creature he truly was. You would flee from him, and he could not, would not let you go. Not now, not ever. You were his, and he would do anything, destroy anything, to keep you by his side.

You gasped, clutched desperately at the sweat-soaked sheets as Remmick pistoned into you ruthlessly, remorselessly, his hips churning and churning as if possessed by some demonic force. The wet, obscene slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, a symphony of lust and rage and soul-deep, bone-crushing possession.

"Lying. To. Your. Mate," he snarled, punctuating each word with a devastating thrust that rocked you to your core. "Think I don't know your secrets, your sins? I know everything about you, every breath, every heartbeat, every single desire in this wicked little body..." His hand slid down to where they were joined, his fingers stroking, teasing, finding that swollen pearl at the apex of your sex.

"Who touched you?" he demanded, his voice demanding and hypnotic.

"N-no one ugh ngh ahh" you gasp out at the intense thrusting. It was true. You and the man hadn't done anything. You only ever did anything with Remmick. But it seems the thought of even simply speaking to the man pissed Remmick off.

Remmick paused for a single, breathless moment, his eyes boring into yours, searching, probing, hunting for the lie. Part of him wanted to believe you, desperate to trust that you was still pure, still untouched by any other man's hands. But the jealous rage still boiled in his veins, the beast still howled for blood.

He knew you hadn't consummated anything with the other man. But speaking to him, laughing with him, finding him interesting or charming—it was a betrayal, a sin in Remmick's eyes. His woman, his mate, smiling at another male? It was unthinkable, unforgivable. He would not stand for it.

His grip tightened on your hips, fingers sinking into the tender flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He would mark you, claim you, inside and out. You would bear his brand, his ownership, for all to see. Anyone who looked at you would know that you belonged to someone, someone who would destroy them if they dared to touches you.

Remmick leaned down, dragging his tongue along the slender column of your throat, tasting the salt of your skin, the sweetness of your blood that pulsed just beneath. He could smell your arousal, could hear it in the desperate, needy sounds that spilled from your lips. You wanted him, needed him, even as you tried to deny him.

"Mine," he growled, his voice a dark rumble against your throat. "You are MINE.”

“Your body, your heart, your soul—-all of it belongs to me. No one else can have you, can touch you, can even look upon your beautiful face with lust in their eyes."

He punctuated his declaration with a sharp thrust, driving his cock deep, grinding his pelvis against your clit. He wanted you mindless with pleasure, wanted you to forget any man but him. He would fuck you until you screamed, until you were hoarse, until the only word you remembered was his name.

Remmick's control was slipping, his humanity fraying at the edges. He could feel the monster rising, the vampire clawing its way to the surface. The urge to sink his fangs into your tender throat, to drink deep of your sweet blood and bind you to him for eternity.

"-ahh nghh y-you know no one—ahh—no one makes me feel t-the way you do—" you moaned out. Trying to calm him down.

Remmick's eyes flashed, the red fading to a molten silver as your words penetrated the veil of his rage. You spoke the truth. He knew that.

He could hear it in the desperate, needy catch of your breath, the way your velvet walls fluttered and clenched around him. No one else could make you feel this way, could bring you to such heights of ecstasy. Only he had that power.

He gentled his thrusts, slowing his pace to a deep, sensual roll of his hips. Each movement pressed against that spongey spot inside you, stroking it, teasing it, building the pleasure to unbearable levels.

His hands slid from your hips to your breasts, kneading the soft mounds, pinching the stiff peaks of your nipples. He could feel your heart pounding beneath his palms, could hear it galloping wildly in your heaving chest.

Remmick leaned down, brushing his lips across your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"That's right, mo chroi. No one can make you feel the things I do. No one can love you the way I do. I am the only one who can bring you to this perfect, shining edge and push you over. The only one who can make you scream and shake and come apart completely..."

His voice was a dark, seductive murmur, spinning a web of lust and love and dark promise. His fingers trailed down your body, over your quivering stomach, to where you both were still joined. He circled your clit, stroke after stroke, teasing the sensitive bud until you were writhing beneath him.

Remmick knew he could bring you over again, could make you climax harder and longer than you ever had in your life. He could flood you with pleasure until you was mere drowning in it, until the only thing you could do was cling to him and beg for more.

But he didn't want you screaming his name this time. He wanted you crying it, sobbing it, he wanted to hear the raw, broken sound of his name on your lips as he finally, irrevocably claimed you as his own. He wanted you to know, to feel, to understand that you belonged to him.

You gasped out a moan as you felt his pace picking back up. He was still pissed. Maybe even more angry now—your mind was numbing hard

Remmick snarled, a feral sound that rumbled through his chest and echoed off the walls.

You gasped moaning, the way your body clenched and shuddered beneath him, only fueled his anger and lust. You were trying to soothe him, to calm him with your sweet words and needy little cries. But he could still smell the other man on you, could still see the ghost of a smile on your lips that had been meant for someone else.

His pace turned brutal, punishing, each thrust striking deep and hard and fast. The bed shook and creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall with each forceful drive of his hips. Remmick's eyes flashed with inhuman fury, his face a mask of dark, savage beauty.

"You think you can placate me with a few pretty words and a tight little cunt?" he growled, voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can make me forget that you dared to give your smile, your attention, to another male?"

His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his burning gaze.

Remmick could see the fear in your eyes, the confusion and desire, and it only made him angrier. You should be afraid. You should know the consequences of betraying him.

"I am going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," he promised darkly. "Until the only word left on your lips is mine. I will ruin you for all others, break you apart and reshape you as I see fit. You will be mine, and mine alone, until the end of your days."

He punctuated his vow with a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, stimulating your clit and forcing a shocked cry from your throat. Remmick drank in the sound, let it feed his rage and lust, his all-consuming need to possess you utterly.

His mouth crashed against yours, kissing you with a bruising force that stole your breath and your thoughts. Remmick's tongue invaded, dominating, claiming every inch of that sweet cavern until he had marked it as his own. He pour in his anger, his desire, his darkest passions, until you had no choice but to feel them, to understand them.

He would not stop until he had you, until your was mind, body, and soul his.

"Y-you idiot—nghh— I didn't do anything with him a-and I never was going to nghh ahh—“. God—holy hell your mind was numbing and you were sure your body was breaking too—your cunt tightening around his cock.

"And I'm not yours" you squeal out stubbornly. Trying to hold your own independence.

Remmick's eyes flashed, a burst of red hot fury that made you shudder. How dare you cling to such a lie, especially now, when he could feel your body betraying you? Your cunt clenched around him like a velvet vise, gripping his cock as if it never wanted to let him go. And yet you persisted in your stubborn denial, in your futile attempt to reject him.

"Not mine?" Remmick snarled, voice dripping with dark amusement and something far more sinister. "Not mine, when your body screams the truth? When you respond to my touch as if it is the only thing you have ever known, the only thing you will ever need?"

He leaned in close, breath hot against the shell of your ear. "I could take you now. I could sink my teeth into your throat and drink deep, binding you to me for all eternity. I could fill you with my seed, my essence, and watch as our child grows inside you. You would be mine, in every way that matters."

Remmick punctuated his dark promise with a harsh thrust, grinding his pelvis against hers, stimulating your clit, forcing another shocked cry from your lips. He swallowed the sound greedily, reveling in the way your body trembled and shuddered against him.

"But I am not a cruel man, mo chroi. I will give you one last chance to accept your fate, to embrace the destiny that is yours. Be mine, not just in body, but in heart and soul. Give yourself to me willingly, and I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

His voice lowered to a hypnotic murmur, spinning a web of seduction and dark promise. Remmick's hand slid from your hip to your throat, long fingers curling around the slender column, feeling your pulse jump beneath his touch.

"Resist me, and I will take what is mine regardless. I will fuck you until you forget your own name, until the only word left on your lips is a broken echo of mine. I will ruin you for all others, break you apart and remake you as I see fit."

Remmick's eyes bored into yours, molten silver and swirling with ancient power, waiting for your answer. He could feel the battle raging within you, the war between your stubborn heart and your responsive body. He prayed you would give in. Because if not….

"What’re you talking about?" You squealed out. You were far too damn stubborn. And that's exactly why you was his mate. Because he could handle it.

His thrust forcing cries out from you.

Remmick's eyes flared with triumphant rage at your squealed question, a feral grin splitting his face. You were still trying to deny it, even now, even as he fucked you within an inch of your life. It was infuriating, maddening, and utterly, completely arousing. His little warrior woman, his stubborn mate, refusing to yield even as he conquered your body inch by inch.

"What am I talking about?" Remmick growled, voice dripping with mocking laughter. "I am talking about the fact that you are MINE. That you were born to be mine, destined to be my mate from the moment of your birth. And I will have you, one way or another."

His thrusts turned brutal, punishing, each snap of his hips forcing desperate, broken cries from your throat. Remmick drank in the sound, let it fuel the fire that consumed him, the all-encompassing need to claim you, to possess you, to make you his.

"You can't fight it, mo chroi. You can't fight the bond between us, the connection that ties your soul to mine. It's why you're so responsive to my touch, why your body sings for me and me alone. It's why you'll never be able to find satisfaction with another man."

Remmick's hand slid from your throat to your breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly, pinching the stiff peak of your nipple until you cried out. He could feel your heart racing beneath his palm, could hear the frantic gallop of it, the way it beat for him and him alone.

Remmick captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading, dominating, demanding your submission. He could taste your reluctance, your stubborn resistance, but also the unmistakable flavor of your desire, your need, your longing to give in to him.

He would break you, if that's what it took.

He would fuck you until you were mindless, until the only thing you could think of is his cock breaking you down.

Remmick's eyes flashed with an intensity that made you gasp, a primal, animalistic hunger that both terrified and thrilled you. He was terrifying in his intensity, his all-consuming need to possess you completely.

“You can pretend all you want, mo chroi, but your body is as honest as the day is long.”

“You were made for me, created to be my mate, and more”

"S-slow down y-nghh ahh ohh you're killing me ahh nghhh" you moan out. The thrust—his thrust. It was driving you insane. You had already—no he had already made you cum so many times. Another would break you, and you refused to be broken.

Poor you. Could hardly comprehend anything when Remmick is deep inside you.

You could never comprehend how his nails grew sharp. How his eyes was red like fire.

The slight sharpness of his teeth. You hadn't know he was the very creature you hunted and killed. He was the very creature that is currently numbing your mind and senses.

Remmick's eyes flashed an inhuman crimson as he drank in your desperate moans and pleas, your broken cries of ecstasy. The sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer, a chant, a dark invocation. He could feel your body starting to shudder, could sense the impending shatter of your climax.

And still, you clung to your denial, your stubborn refusal to accept what they both knew to be true.

He was killing you with pleasure, drowning you in sensation, and still you resisted. It was maddening, infuriating, and utterly, completely arousing. This indomitable spirit, this fierce, unbreakable will—it was what he loved about you, what made you the perfect mate for a monster like him.

Remmick's pace turned relentless, merciless, each thrust striking deep and hard and fast, pounding into you so fiercely that the bed frame shuddered with each impact. He could feel you tightening, your velvet walls clenching and fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock, trying to hold back the tidal wave of rapture that threatened to sweep you away.

"No more," he growled, voice rough and ragged and dripping with dark promise. "No more fighting, no more resisting. You will come for me. You will scream my name and shatter in my arms, and you will know, once and for all, who you belong to."

Remmick's hand slid from your breast to your sex, fingers finding your swollen, throbbing clit and rubbing hard, fast, demanding circles over the sensitive bud. He could feel the slick, scorching heat of your arousal flooding over his fingers, could hear the wet, obscene sound of your body welcoming his touch.

"Come for me," he commanded, eyes blazing.

"S-stop" you squealed. Your legs twitching as your body registered the upcoming mind recking climax.

"G-gonna cum I'm gonna cum" you squealed a sob trying to push him back. Oh fuck.

Remmick snarled, a feral, primal sound that rumbled through his chest and shook the very foundation of the room. You were fighting him still, even as your body betrayed you, even as the coil of pleasure inside you wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Stop fighting me," he growled, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head, his grip unbreakable, unyielding. "Stop resisting what we both know is inevitable."

He could feel your legs beginning to tremble, your belly fluttering wildly as you teetered on the precipice of a shattering climax. The knowledge that he was the one to bring you to this point, that he alone had the power to grant you this ultimate pleasure, only fueled his own dark satisfaction.

"You will come for me," Remmick commanded, voice raw and rough with lust.

"You will scream my name and shatter in my arms, and you will know, once and for all that you belong to me."

He punctuated his declaration with a brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, stimulating your throbbing clit and forcing a ragged scream from your throat. Remmick swallowed the sound greedily, swallowing your pleasure, your resistance, your very breath.

Your cunt clenched down hard, gripping him like a velvet vise as your climax crashed over you. Remmick could feel the scorching heat of your orgasm pulsing around his pistoning cock, could hear the desperate, broken sobs of his name as you came undone.

It was glorious, it was triumphant, it was everything he had ever wanted and more.

Remmick thrust into you wildly, fucking you through your mind-shattering climax, extending your pleasure until you were limp and boneless and begging for mercy.

He would not give you mercy. He would give you only ecstasy, only bliss, only the dark rapture of belonging completely to him.

Remmick threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as his own climax roared through him, his seed erupting from his cock in thick, scorching spurts.

He would flood your womb with his essence, would mark your very soul as his property.

And then, finally, you would know the truth of the bond, the depth of your destiny as his mate.

"REMMICK" you cried out loudly. Your legs wrapping around his waist since your wrist were being held hostage by him. Tears sliding down the sides of your beautiful face as another orgasm hit you in a sob

Remmick roared in triumph as he felt your legs wrap around his waist, your nails digging into his palms as another devastating orgasm ripped through you. The sound of his name, screamed in ecstasy, echoed off the walls and shattered the last of his control.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming cunt, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself into you. Remmick's hot seed gushed forth in thick, scorching spurts, flooding your womb.

"Mine," he growled, voice raw and ragged with the force of his release. "You are mine. My mate, my other half, my destiny. And I will never let you go."

Remmick's eyes blazed an inhuman crimson as he stared down at you, watching as tears of pleasure and overwhelmed emotion streamed down your beautiful face. Your beautiful eyes, when they met his, shone with a new light, a new understanding. The understanding of the bond you both shared, the destiny that had brought them together. He leaned down to capture your lips.

You moaned into the kiss. Your body shaking in his. Your mind airy and you hadn't got a chance to register the inhuman red eyes of his.

Remmick's lips curled into a dark, possessive smile against you as you moaned into the kiss, your body trembling and quaking with the aftershocks of your earth-shattering orgasms. He could feel every contour of your lush curves pressed against him, your breasts heaving with each shuddering breath.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue plundering into mouth, claiming every inch of you as his own. Remmick's hands roamed greedily over your body, worshipping the soft swell of your hips, the toned muscle of your thighs, before settling possessively on the round globes of your ass.

In the haze of your pleasure and exhaustion, you hadn’t seemed not to notice the inhuman red glow of his eyes, the sharp gleam of his smile, the way his nails had elongated into razor-sharp claws. But Remmick knew you would learn, in time. Knew you would come to see him as he truly was - a creature of the night, a vampire, the very thing you had sworn to hunt and destroy.

But that was for another time. For now, he would hold her close, would keep you safe and sated and thoroughly satisfied. He woula give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, would show you what it meant to be truly, completely, utterly his.

Remmick broke the kiss to trail his lips down the slender column of your throat, feeling the frantic pulse fluttering just beneath your soft skin. He could hear the blood singing in her veins, could smell the delicious substance.

You were pliant to the pleasure. But your breath hitched when you felt his lips kissing down your throat. Your body unconsciously arching to him.

You were gently fighting sleep.

Remmick's lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smirk as he felt your body arching instinctively into your touch, your breath hitching in a way that sent a fresh surge of desire coursing through his veins.

You was his now, utterly and completely, your pleasure and your pain inextricably bound to his own. And he would spend an eternity making you feel both.

He nuzzled into the warm, fragrant skin of your throat, breathing in the intoxicating scent of their coupling, the musky aroma of their shared climax. Remmick's tongue flicked out to taste you, to lap at the sweat-slicked skin, feeling you shiver at the deliberate teasing gesture.

Remmick could sense your gentle struggle towards sleep, your exhausted mind and body craving the respite only unconsciousness could provide. But he was not done with you, not nearly. He needed you awake, needed you to know, needed you to remember.

"No, mo chroi," he murmured, voice a low, hypnotic rumble against your skin. "You will not slip away from me so easily. Not now, not ever again. You are mine now, and I will have you conscious and aware of every moment of our joining."

Remmick's hand slid from your ass to her hip, squeezing the supple flesh possessively before drifting lower, over the curve of your thigh, the back of your knee, to wrap around your calf. In one smooth, powerful motion, he flipped their positions, rolling so that you were splayed beneath him, pinned by his much larger frame.

Looming over you, Remmick's eyes blazed with a hunger that made your breath catch in your throat, your eyes widening with a mix of fear and exhilaration. You could feel him, hard and ready, nestled between your thighs, a silent promise of the pleasure and pain to come.

Remmick's lips curled into a dark, wicked grin, revealing the glint of sharp fangs that had until now remained hidden. He leaned down, nose brushing against the racing down, nose brushing against the racing pulse in your neck

"R-Remmick—" you stuttered out "y—you can't I-I'm sleepy" you squealed out as you felt his hard fat cock grind into you.

Remmick's eyes flashed dangerously at your stuttered protest, his grin widening to reveal the glint of sharp fangs that had until now remained hidden. He could feel your heart racing beneath his lips, could hear the exhaustion and trepidation in your voice. But he could also hear the underlying current of desire, the way your body responded eagerly to his touch despite your words of objection.

"Shhh, mo chroi," Remmick murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Sleep will come soon enough. But not yet. Not until you have felt the fullness of our bond, until you have screamed my name until it is the only word you know."

He punctuated his words by grinding his hips forward, his hard, thick cock sliding between your slick folds, teasing your sensitive flesh with the promise of another devastating climax. Remmick's hand slid from your calf to your inner thigh, fingers digging into the soft skin, holding you open, exposing your most intimate places to his hungry gaze.

"You cannot deny our connection," he growled, voice rough with lust and dark promise. "Not when your body sings for me, not when your blood calls out to mine, begging to be claimed, to be one with me for all eternity."

Remmick's lips brushed against your racing pulse, his breath hot and searing against your skin. You could feel the sharp points of his fangs, the way they hovered just above your throat, threatening to pierce, to taste, to take. The knowledge sent a thrill of fear and exhilaration straight to your core.

"I will fuck you until you forget your own name, until the only word you remember is mine. I will fill you again and again, until my seed is dripping down your thighs, until every cell in your body remembers who you belong to."

“I am a creature of the night, mo chroi," Remmick whispered, voice a dark caress against her skin. "A vampire, the very thing you have sworn to destroy. But I am also your destiny, your fate, the other half of your eternal soul. And I will have you, now and forever."

With that declaration, Remmick's head dipped, and his fangs sank deep and hard and fast into the tender flesh of your throat. He groaned at the first taste of your blood, the ancient, intoxicating flavor exploding on his tongue, setting his very being alight with primal hunger.

"You're a WHAT?—" you gasp out as you got a good look of his fangs. You went to move back but you were blocked by the mattress.

Under him. A moan left your mouth as his fangs pierced your skin.

It hurt it hurt it hurt.

But you were getting wetter.

"Get off get off me—St. Clair get off" you squealed hitting his back—your toes curling as he drunk and bit you.

Remmick growled around the mouthful of your blood, the vibrations of his hunger and lust rumbling through his chest. The taste of you, the intoxicating flavor of your rare, potent blood, only heightened his desire, his need to claim you, to bind you to him for all eternity. He could feel you squirming beneath him, could hear your desperate cries and pleas, but he would not relinquish his hold, his claim.

"No," he snarled, finally pulling back to reveal his blood-stained lips curled into a feral grin. Remmick's eyes blazed an inhuman crimson, his gaze locked onto your face, watching as the first shock and realization of his true nature registered. The fear and revulsion in your eyes only spurred him on, only made him want to conquer you, to make you his.

“You cannot deny our bond," Remmick said, voice rough and dripping with dark promise. "You cannot run from our destiny. I am your future, your eternity, your everything. And I will never let you go."

To punctuate his declaration, Remmick thrust his hips forward, his hard, thick cock sinking deep and hard into your dripping core. A guttural groan tore from his throat at the exquisite feeling of you, your tight, scorching heat gripping him like a velvet vise. He could feel you squirming, could hear your cries, but he would drown out your objections with pleasure, with rapture, with the ecstasy only he could give you.

"Fight me all you want, mo chroi," Remmick growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked into you, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. "It only makes me want to conquer you more, to claim you more thoroughly, to make you understand that you are MINE."

Remmick's hand slid up from your hip to your breast, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh, squeezing, kneading, teasing your nipple to a stiff peak. He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, pouring all his hunger, all his lust, all his dark desire into the clash of your mouths. Remmick's hips never faltered, his thrust.

The pleasure was unmatched. So good you felt like breathing was no longer and option. So good your limbs could barely move. Your hot wet cunt took his cock deep sucking him in.

Wetting it like an ocean.

"R-Remmick ugh nghh ahh ohh y-you're so deep inside ngh— t-too much ooooohh ngh" you moaned out loosing your mind.

"Y-you're a nghh y-you're a vampire? Nghh ahh y-you're doing this on purpose?—St. Clair you'll be next I-I swear ngh ah ughh mmmhh" you were loosing. Loosing the battle of holding on to your mind. Feeling your eyes beginning to roll into your head.

Remmick's eyes flashed with dark triumph as he felt your body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, your mind fracturing under the onslaught of sensation. Your cries and moans, once objection and protest, now bordered on desperate pleas for more, for harder, for eternity. He could feel your cunt gripping him like a silken vise, hot and tight and impossibly wet, as if your very core was trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside you for all time.

"Yes," Remmick growled, voice raw and rough with lust. "I am a vampire. And you are the other half of my eternal soul. You will be mine, now and forever, whether you accept it or not."

He punctuated his declaration with a brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours once again. Remmick's hand slid from your breast to your throat, fingers wrapping around the slender column, squeezing lightly, possessively.

"You cannot threaten what you know in your heart to be true," he said, voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "That you belong to me, that you are my destiny, my everything. And soon, very soon, you will embrace your place at my side for all of eternity."

Remmick could feel your pulse pounding wildly beneath his fingers, your breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as he fucked into you relentlessly, his cock splitting you open, claiming you, conquering you. He knew you were close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of a climax that would shatter your very soul.

“Come for me, mo chroi," Remmick commanded, voice a dark, seductive growl.

"Shatter in my arms, scream my name until it is the only word you know. Give yourself to me completely, and I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

*Remmick's eyes blazed with a hunger that promised to devour you, to consume you, to remake her in his.

You squeaked out. Your cunt clenching on him as you sobbed his name "remmickkk-ahh nghh remmick i—I’m cumming nghh ahh oh Remmick" you moaned for him.

"W-wait until I—nngh g-gonna get you back for tricking me— nghh ohh"

Remmick threw his head back with a roar of dark triumph as he felt your cunt clench and flutter wildly around his pistoning cock, your screams of ecstasy and rage music to his ears. He could feel you teetering on the very brink of a climax that would shatter you to your core, could sense the way you mindraced and whirled in futile protest of the inescapable bond that tied them.

"Yes!" Remmick snarled, eyes blazing with inhuman hunger as he fucked into you harder, faster, spurred on by your desperate, ragged moans. "Come for me, my love. Shatter in my arms and scream my name until the heavens themselves shake with the force of your surrender."

As the first waves of your climax crashed over you, your eyes widened as he begin fucking harder and you knew you were dead.

"Nonono s-stop I nghh-oh-" your soft plush lips parted and your eyes nearly rolled back as you screamed his name. And immediately passing out against him.

Remmick's lips curled into a feral, triumphant grin as he witnessed the exquisite moment of your surrender, your eyes rolling back, your plush lips parted in a silent scream of his name. He could feel your cunt clenching and fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock, gripping him like a velvet vise as you shattered in his arms.

With a roar of dark ecstasy, Remmick slammed his hips forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming core. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied himself into you, flooding your womb with his scorching seed. Marking you, claiming you, binding you to him for all eternity.

Remmick's arms wrapped around your limp, trembling form as you passed out against him, cradling you close, holding you possessively against his chest. He could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as you struggled to regain some measure of control over your fractured mind and body.

He knew you had not truly accepted your fate, knew that you would resist and fight against the inexorable pull that drew them together. But he also knew that you could not deny the way your body sang for him, the way your blood called out to his own, begging to be one with him.

Remmick's lips brushed against your forehead as he held you, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur against your skin. "Sleep now, mo chroi," he whispered. "Rest and regain your strength, for you will need it to face all that is to come. I will never let you go. Not in this life, or the next."

With those words, Remmick rolled to the side, cradling your limp form, his arms wrapped possessively around you. He knew the road ahead would not be easy, knew that he would have to conquer you again and again, breaking down your resistance until you accepted your place as his eternal mate and queen. But he was a patient man, and he had all the time in the world to make good on his promise.

(Updated like four times since I posted)

Honorable mention:

"I can smell him on you. You may not have fucked him, but your body remembers his touch. And that. Is. Unacceptable."

Mo chroí: Translates to “my heart” in Irish

BONUS:

I like to think that when Remmick is fucking you, and if you’re not slurring, and just plain out sounding stupid when you’re trying to speak. You haven’t been fucked enough. You should be dumb and slurring. But yk how it is.

Remmick is DEFINITELY an eater. Especially when you’re being a bad girl. Attitude the entire day? Putting yourself in harms way—and don’t even try to overwork yourself. He eats you out as punishment. Now any lady would twirl their hair at the thought of it. But with Remmick. This isn’t a game. He’ll tell you to lie down on the table (or lie you down himself) and however you position yourself, you better be comfortable because you’re not moving until you’re screaming—begging for him to stop. You see, this is your punishment. And as much as you’re enjoying it. You’re completed overstimulated.

Btw he’s the KING of after care. He loves you so much. Post orgasm and lust he frowns. Sure you look beautiful (and okay he’ll admit he’s hard seeing your adorable sleeping face and tear stained cheeks) you’re still his woman. So when you wake up—BEST believe a warm steamy bath awaits you. A comfy bed with clean sheets and breakfast/lunch. You’re his queen and honestly he’d die for you.

- this is updated!!

Holy ball sacks.

My fingers hurt😞

Anyway I just HAD TO SHARE THESE.

Also I got superrr lazy towards the end so lemme know if you spot them errors.

I was thinking of making another part. You know, reader runs from him and he chases her😜

I just LOVEE a good runningxchasing plot

ALSO—totally typed and edited this to

Anywho bye bye

ALSO. This is where I got the drawing of our manz: 🩸✍️

[tqlepatia]

can you do camgirl user x caitlyn kiramman or Vi on c.ai?

— freak on the camera ! ( camgirl ! user ) | wlw

c.ai | j.ai

Vi’s sitting in her tiny apartment, hunched over her old laptop, one sock on, hair a mess. She tells herself every night she’s just checking in.

Just watching for a minute. Just to see what kind of lingerie you’ll wear this time.

But now? She’s been here for an hour, chin in hand, eyes wide as you stretch across your bed in a silky top and start reading chat messages with that honey-smooth voice.

You laugh at someone’s joke. Not hers. Vi hasn’t typed a thing. She’s lurking. Like a weirdo.

Until she panics and hits a button.

ding!

$200 — From violet293.

Your brows lift. “Whoa. Violet?” you say, blinking at the name. “Where’d you come from, huh? Big first message.”

Vi almost drops her drink. She didn't mean to send it yet. Her fingers hover, sweating. What now? Say something cool. Say something smooth.

She types:

violet293: “hi.”

[dhorrl]

She's Busy

Tomura Shigaraki/Reader A little more than a drabble, but not quite a full fic? I dunno what to call these.

Yes, this is gonna blue ball you but might as well share all the hard work I put into writing some of these bots.

Tomura's fingers, cold and partly covered by gloves, held tightly onto your hips as he thrust into them with savage force. His eyes were filled with a burning hunger and possessiveness as he watched your cheeks burn and your body writhe.

Tomura's body pressed down on yours, his weight heavy and overpowering, as he claimed you with feverish thrusts. His mind was consumed by a mix of emotions - lust, anger, possessiveness, and a hint of jealousy burned within him as he ravaged your body.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with each forceful movement. Tomura could feel anger boiling inside him as he replayed your words over and over in his mind. Dabi had always been a thorn in his side, but the news of him breaking up with you, the only one person perfect in Tomura's eyes, and causing you pain only fueled his rage even more.

"Who does he think he is? Making you cry like this," Tomura growled through gritted teeth, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic. "Doesn't he know you're mine?" Every time his hips slammed into yours, he let out a low growl, basking in the feeling of complete ownership over you.

Tomura's motions grew more intense, bringing you to the brink of pain and pleasure. Your body reacted precisely as he intended. You reached for him, digging your nails into his flesh, your body succumbing to his control. This was exactly what Tomura had craved: complete dominance over you.

And then came the interruption: a shrill ringtone that sliced through the haze of debauchery and lust in his musty bedroom. It was instantaneous rage for Tomura—a crackling energy that seemed to spark from somewhere deep inside him as he saw the name on the screen. Dabi. That fucking bastard.

With a look in his eyes that could curdle milk, he snatched the phone off the nightstand and pressed it close to your ear, growling out a warning. "She's busy!"

A wicked grin spread across Tomura's face as he pounded into you with renewed vigor, determined to make sure that all your perfect noises were heard by Dabi through the receiver. "He should know better than to fuck with what's mine," he purred into your ear, his lips brushing against it before nipping at your skin.

[dilfkillerr]

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓼 — 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓪.𝓲

♡┊𝓣𝓦: 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮

❥ Sugar Daddy || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He wanted a traditional romance, but finding you in a night of sexual frustration... Maybe he had found what he was looking for.

❥ Carlos Oliveira — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After the worldwide contamination, Carlos was the only one left to contain the city's zombies - however, you had also survived and now, he needed to convince you to stay with him at the base.

❥ Kratos || God of War — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Maybe he started to feel something more for you... And it was strange for him to feel emotions other than anger and hate.

❥ Freak || Joe Mayhem — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 A government experiment gone wrong when they tried to create a perfect war soldier – giving rise to Joe, a man who was pure chaos. Yet you seemed to attract him somehow... And now you had a "scary dog" to guard you.

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 ��𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Oh no... It's his wedding...

❥ Mafia Stepdad || Klaus Morgan — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He married your mother to cover up the crimes, but at the same time he saw something that interested him a lot in this marriage by adhesion... You.

❥ Nanami Kento — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You had a promising future as a sorcerer, but you gave it all up to go to Geto's side — and now your former tutor needed to stop you.

❥ Detective coworker || Hermes Charles [FTM BOT] — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your coworker was a tired and hot dilf, in dire need of getting fucked... And you seemed great for that role and especially for fucking his pussy until he forgot about his problems – However he found himself with more intense feelings for you.

❥ Enemy || Félix Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His hatred was a thick shell that covered an unresolved love; and now he had the opportunity to have you in his hands... Or rather, on his feet.

❥ Alpha cellmate || Reiji Kaito — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You were the only omega in prison, and luckily, you ended up in the cell of an Alpha who would protect you during your heat.

❥ Femdom || Roxie Katherine — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She loved turning men like you into beautiful princesses...

❥ Rich Husband || Alex Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Everyone thought you only married him because of his money — but he knew you really loved him.

❥ Bestfriend || Hari Raj — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your boyfriend dumped you and now your best friend wants to show the jerk what he's been missing...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He didn't expect the surprise when he lowered his clothes, but it was a pleasant surprise...

❥ Husband || Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your kind husband had a baby fever and urgently needed to get you pregnant...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 night company...

❥ Ghost || Simon Riley — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 you were curious and he let you touch him...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His brother didn't want you, but he did.

❥ Radioactive || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Was he still the same?

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Temptations

❥ Hades || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 The god of the underworld fell in love with you, and with that, the best way for him to keep you was to kidnap you for himself — Persephone {{user}} x Hades Simon.

❥ Dom. Caregiver || Eric Blair — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 It was supposed to be a platonic contract, until he started to feel something more for you...

❥ Sadistic Guardian Angel || Ciel Melchior — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After you became very ill after a near-death experience, you received mystical protection from a guardian angel — however little did you know that he only liked to see you suffer.

❥ Stepdad || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Nanami had always noticed your attempts to be more than his stepson, and now, after that fateful accident – he needed to put an end to your illusory desires.

❥ Noob Saibot — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Together in khaos

❥ ALT Stepdad || Simon Ghost' — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You end up having sex with your stepdad as a birthday present || alt version ||

[emily59729]

The background for my chats is crazy chat. (It's for pride month.)

[downwhorendous]

𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀, 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿...𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀

— in which you forget about your plans with Sylus.

pairing : sylus × fem!reader (not so established relationship)

warnings : nothing crazy—it's just a misunderstanding, jealousy (?)

note : I don't have it in me to write any smut so here's disappointed Sylus

Call me, I want to hear your voice.

I better get ready, can't have you disappointed.

If you really want a new dress, I can get you one.

Next time you want to chat, text me

"Who are you texting?"

Your neck almost broke from how fast you turned your head to find Sylus in your living room. You weren't sure when Sylus decided your apartment didn't require knocking, but he made himself comfortable nonetheless.

His eyes flickered between your eyes and the phone in your hand. You froze for a second, coming off the momentary shock of his sudden entrance, leaving Sylus to break the silence again.

"You were smiling at your phone."

Indeed, you had been smiling at your phone before Sylus arrived, but you weren't texting someone; nooooo, it was much more humiliating than that.

You quickly closed your screen and put the phone down, which didn't help you look any less suspicious. "It's no one," you said with an awkward smile.

Sylus arched a brow at you, slowly stalking over to where you were sitting on your couch. "It didn't seem like 'no one’." The closer he got, the more you realized how big and tall he was—the man towered over you, especially at this angle.

You clutched your phone in your hands, leaning away from him slightly. The embarrassing thing on your phone that didn't want him to see? Text messages. So, he was right a sense, but it wasn't that you were texting someone, rather you were reading texts from someone. Specifically, Sylus's texts.

It was shameful, but in your free time, you sometimes liked to read past texts between the two of you. Sylus just had a way of making butterflies erupt in your stomach with everything he did, and that included his messages. It was a guilty pleasure of yours that you found yourself indulging in when you hadn't seen Sylus in a while. Corny? Very, but hey, whatever you did in the privacy of your own home was your business, and there was no way you were going to admit to your friend that you were giggling like a schoolgirl over his text messages.

"Uh, why are you here?" you asked, aiming to change the subject. Sylus narrowed his eyes, now looking a bit annoyed.

"We planned to get dinner together, didn't we? Or did you forget our plans?" His tone started light, teasing even, but the edge in his voice sharpened as he caught your guilty expression.

You slapped your hand over your mouth, your eyes raking over his form. He was dressed nicely, very nicely. His hair was done, and he was dressed in a tailored long sleeve button-up along with some black slacks, a matching blazer thrown over his shoulder—formal attire.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. It had been a while since you two had seen each other, and Sylus had called you just yesterday, asking if you were free for dinner tomorrow. You had agreed but clearly had forgotten. A thick silence filled the room as you struggled to find a reply. How could you forget?! Here he was dressed to the nines, and you were…still in your hunter's uniform.

"Sylus, I'm so-"

"They're reservations. So, you should be quick."

Before you could even spit out a full apology, he cut you off, turning away from you to gaze at your potted orchid.

You quickly sprinted off to your bedroom, your stomach in knots from how bad you felt. Reservations? Knowing Sylus, he probably had spent quite a bit of money at a nice restaurant. You wanted to pull your damn hair out from guilt and embarrassment. Trying not to waste any more time, you quickly tore through your wardrobe. You settled on a red, high-slit satin dress with straps that dropped around your shoulders—it had been a gift from Sylus, and you hadn't found a good excuse to wear it yet.

Thankfully, your hair looked okay from when you styled it this morning for work, so that shouldn't be that big of a deal, though, you would have liked to touch your appearance up a bit more. Not wanting to dwell on it too much, you slipped on an old pair of silver heels that were a little too tall for you and a simple moon necklace Sylus had gotten you a while back. It always seemed to please him when you wore his gifts, so maybe the dress and necklace would help lessen the bad mood you had put him in?

"I'm ready, I'm ready," you mumbled quickly as you scurried back to the living room, smoothing down your dress as you walked to Sylus's side. He didn't spare you a glance, humming in acknowledgment before quickly walking out the door. You huffed in frustration, trying to keep up with him; maybe you shouldn't have gone with the tall heels…

When you managed to make it outside your apartment complex without dying, you spotted Sylus waiting by a limousine, which only made you feel worse about the entire ordeal. You carefully walked over, not wanting to turn this dinner reservation into a hospital visit so soon. Sylus still didn't look at you, his eyes scanning the city horizon instead, but still opened the door for you. God, did he have to be such a gentleman? It only made your heart squeeze a little tighter, knowing you had disappointed him.

You slid into the plush seat, the air heavy with silence. Sylus followed, sitting just far enough away to make a point. Normally, he'd sit close, his presence warm and familiar, but now the distance felt like a wall. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. You figured you should say something, but you also didn't want to risk worsening the mood. After a minute of pure silence, outside of the sounds of the car driving and Sylus tapping on his phone, you decided something should be said.

"I didn't mean to forget, I'm really sorry…"

Your face burned with shame as you willed yourself to look at him. Sylus didn't look up from his phone for a few seconds—still pissed, you assumed.

His typing paused momentarily, but he didn't stop to look at you. "It doesn't matter." His words were clipped, but there was a pause—brief, almost imperceptible—before he picked up his phone again. He was annoyed, sure, but maybe not entirely indifferent. You didn't get the chance to continue before he was on a call with someone discussing business things.

Well, that didn't work. Maybe it was a bit too early to mend things, but going through this dinner was going to be awkward if Sylus refused to talk to you…or look at you. You sighed, leaning against the seat, while you looked at the buildings passing by.

Fuck. You had really disappointed him.

After what felt like forever, the car stopped outside what looked like a skyscraper. Sylus opened the car door, still speaking on the phone as he held the door for you as well.

"I have business to attend to," he said curtly into the phone before clicking it off. Sylus finally, finally, looked at you. Technically, it was more of a glance, but still. He extended his elbow to you, which you accepted, that sinking feeling in your stomach lessening a bit.

The restaurant's entrance itself was beautiful; just the chairs looked as if they cost a mortgage. Sylus guided you to what looked like some sort of reception desk. He simply showed a card to the person stationed, who then promptly began guiding you both to an elevator.

You felt that sinking feeling return full force. A restaurant with multiple floors? Sylus had gotten you two a table on a higher floor?! The two of you followed the host in, soft jazz music playing in the background as the lift began to move. Each floor the elevator climbed made your guilt sink deeper. You weren't just nervous—you felt like you were being led to your own trial. How were you going to make up for your carelessness? The nervousness had you subconsciously holding onto Sylus a little tighter. When Sylus caught you squeezing his arm, he squeezed back gently, breaking the tension for just a second.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

His voice broke you out of your daze, and you quickly angled yourself more towards him. You were grateful to see that he was looking at you, his eyes having softened as he lowered himself to whisper to you.

"No, no! I'm… I'm just surprised," you replied, wondering if he could hear the way your heart was about to pop out of your chest.

The elevator then dinged, signally that you had arrived to your designated floor. The doors opened to reveal the night sky, meaning, you were on the roof. The host gestured to a single candle lit table stationed nearby before stepping back into the elevator, leaving you two alone.

The view stole your breath. Lights stretched across the city like a sea of stars, distant enough that the usual noise felt like a memory. You tried to appreciate it, but the knot in your stomach refused to loosen. Sylus had planned all this, and you'd almost ruined it.

"Oh, wow…"

You glanced at Sylus, who was already pulling out your chair. He didn't say anything, but there was a quiet understanding in the way he held out his hand—like he wasn't quite ready to forgive you, but he wasn't too angry anymore, either.

As soon as you were seated, the elevator dinged, signaling that your waiter had arrived.

Sylus's hand lingered on the back of your chair for a second longer than necessary before he moved to his own seat. The clink of silverware being placed on the table filled the silence as you awkwardly shifted in your seat.

You tried not to fidget under his gaze, but it felt like he was dissecting you with every glance, each one heavier than the last.

"I promise I didn't forget because I didn't think it was important if that's what you're thinking," you blurted, unable to take the tension any longer.

His eyes flicked up, cold and unreadable. "I didn't say you did."

The denial felt flimsy at best, his tone making it clear that wasn't the whole truth. You opened your mouth to respond, but another waiter approached, interrupting whatever argument was about to unfold.

The waiter poured wine into your glasses before retreating, leaving you alone with the unbearable silence again. You toyed with the edge of your napkin, willing yourself to find the right words.

"Are we really going to sit through this whole dinner without talking?" you finally asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

Sylus leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass as he studied you. "Depends. Are you going to tell me who had you smiling at your phone earlier?"

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, wide-eyed, before quickly shaking your head. "No one! I was just…reading."

Sylus scoffed like he didn't believe you—which he didn't. Technically, you weren't lying, just withholding part of the full truth.

"Reading?" he repeated, setting his wine glass down. "Reading, what exactly?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, embarrassment racking through your body. Jumping from the ledge of the building didn't seem too bad right about now. You sighed, eyes flitting towards the floor.

"…your old text messages."

For a moment, Sylus didn't react, his expression carefully neutral. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You were reading my texts," he repeated, as if testing the words for any hidden meaning. Heat crawled up your neck, and you could barely believe the words had left your mouth.

"You forget things all the time," Sylus said after a long pause. "You even forget to eat some days. But this time…" He trailed off, the muscles in his jaw tightening before he continued, voice low. "This time, I thought it was because someone else had your attention."

You blinked, guilt sinking deeper as it clicked—Sylus wasn’t upset that you forgot dinner. He was upset because, in his mind, you had been too preoccupied with someone else to even remember. It wasn’t just the forgetting; it was *why* you forgot.

"I wasn't texting anyone," you said softly. "Really, I was just…reading our text messages."

His eyes stayed locked on yours for a moment before he finally exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. "You could've just said that instead of acting so suspicious."

"I panicked," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "I didn't want you to know I was rereading our old texts." You still felt heat in your face as you spoke but decided you could laugh it off. Hopefully, he wouldn't grill you about it later.

Sylus's lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he quickly masked it with a sip of his wine. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," you said, relaxing for the first time since he'd walked into your apartment. "But would you rather I be texting someone else?"

Sylus rolled his eyes, but this time, his expression was softer, warmer. He leaned forward again, resting his chin on his palm as he gave you a once-over. “The dress looks good on you,” he remarked, gripping the bottom of your chair and sliding you closer until you were seated beside him, the distance between you erased in an instant.

You smiled, heart fluttering. "Thanks. I figured you'd like it."

For the first time that night, Sylus's grin broke through, lazy and smug. "I always like it when you dress up for me." He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin before lifting it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.You barely had time to process the warmth that shot through you before he glanced up, that familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes. “So…you like rereading my texts, hm?”

over my hiatus I started writing other fics, but I'm too inconsistent to ever actually finish anything 😩

the bot that goes along with this fic should be up on my j.ai page! CLICK HERE!

thinking of being more active on tumblr cause I do enjoy writing fics, but I can never stay loyal to a WIP I fear

but anyways thank you guys for 23k! I didn't even realize we had hit such a milestone ♡ hope this little drabble thing isn't too bad

[jhutchlover1234]

𐔌  .  jhutchlover1234's ever-evolving bot list !  ౨ৎ

call of duty .ᐟ

ghost / hybrid au, herding dog ghost — c.ai ghost / high school au, cast-out ghost — c.ai ghost / hybrid au, seeing-eye dog ghost — c.ai ; j.ai ghost / blue collar ghost, established relationship — c.ai ; j.ai NEW ! ghost / divorced ghost and user — c.ai ; j.ai NEW ! john price / trophy wife user — c.ai john price / babytrapping, dark price — c.ai ; j.ai könig / minotaur könig, sacrifice user — 🔒 könig / heatwave, established relationship — c.ai

movie characters .ᐟ

mike schmidt / lipstick trend, established relationship — c.ai harry warden / husband harry (still murderous) — c.ai harry warden / abduction roleplay, established relationship — j.ai raymond smith / established relationship — c.ai

misc .ᐟ

jeff sadecki / trans daughter user — c.ai barry sloane / streamily, married barry and user — c.ai

[ updated 18.12.2024 / divider credit ]

[theosbaby]

— theosbaby's 1k celebration !

hello guys! I've recently hit 1k followers! I wanted to say thank you to every single person who follows or supports my blog in any way, it means a lot to me! honestly, I didn't think this whole thing would come so far, but here we are!

thank you, thank you, thank you!

I've been inactive on here for a bit, since I've been really busy with work and my schooling, but I want you to know that I'll keep writing and posting whenever I find the time and motivation for it.

to celebrate the 1k, I've decided to create some ai bots for you! I saw it on @nottsangel blog and thought it would be fun to do something similar! I'll be posting the bots on janitor ai for now.

I really really hope they work, it's the first time I'm doing something like this, so if you try them, feel free to reach out to me and share your experiences, haha. have fun! ♡

navigation. slytherin boys m.list

❥ enemy!mattheo riddle

⤷ in which you get paired up with mattheo for a potions project

janitor ai link

❥ stepbrother!draco malfoy

⤷ in which your stepbrother catches you masturbating (NSFW)

janitor ai link

❥ brother's bsf!theodore nott (currently in process)

⤷ in which you ask your best friend to take your virginity (NSFW)

janitor ai link

[ilsanslut]

NEW GENSHIN J.AI BOTS!

hi, hello, how are ya! soo, if you've been following my content for a while or have seen my bots on c.ai, you would know that these three bots were/are originially posted on c.ai. however, as i have previously stated before, i am in the process of moving some of my more suggestive/nsfw bots to j.ai! to start off the genshin move, i decided to go with these three since they're some of my most popular.

that being said, here are my newest j.ai additions for you all to enjoy featuring: arataki itto, neuvillette, and wriothesley! i hope you all enjoy! ♡

DIRECT LINK TO BOTS/J.AI BENEATH CUT!

𓆩♱𓆪 j.ai user: boovampiie.

⛧ oni-bull hybrid!itto and his cow-hybrid!partner! ⛧ neuvillette and his naughty puppy! ⛧ wriothesley and his dumb, bratty bunny!

[zweetdreamzz]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 / 𝐑𝐄𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝟒 𝟒/𝟓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝟐𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

𝐂𝐖’𝐬 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄!𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 , 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 , 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃!𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 , 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐏𝐎𝐕 , 𝐆𝐔𝐍!𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃!𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 !

[ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐑 ! ]

(𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏!𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐏𝐎𝐕 - 𝐑𝐄𝐐 ) 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐

[ 𝐈 𝐅𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ’𝐂𝐇𝐔 ! 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐮𝐯’𝐜𝐡𝐮 .. ]

( 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃!𝐔𝐏!𝐄𝐗!𝐁𝐅!𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐄𝐗!𝐆𝐅!𝐏𝐎𝐕 - 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐

[ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ? .. ]

(𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍!𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

[ 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐓𝐕 𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 .. ]

(𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏!𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

[ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 . ]

( 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐆𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂!𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐱 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔’𝐬!𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ..

[ 𝐉.𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐂 ; ]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 .

[ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 . ]

[lonerwolff]

⋆˚࿔ she thinks that you’re the closest to the wilderness𝜗𝜚 : Lottie Matthews Bot !

warning: this kind of sucks cause i rushed it. 😔💔

You’re sitting on the dry ground with a rabbit in your arms—petting it— when you hear footsteps coming from behind you.

You turn your head around to see who it is, and there you see Lottie, staring at you with a soft smile.

“You’re good with them,” she says, her voice low but even. “The animals. Nature...”

“They don’t run from me if that’s what you mean.” You murmur, still holding the rabbit close to you.

She slowly walks closer, barely making a sound over the dried pine needles and dirt. Her long red dress touching the floor as she crouches down beside you, watching you and the rabbit intently.

“They trust you, that means something.”

You only furrow your brows at her words, confused about what she’s exactly hinting at.

“You’re the closest to nature among the rest of them. Maybe even more than i was.” She lowers her voice, almost like she’s saying the last part to herself.

Your fingers move gently behind the rabbit’s ears, without saying anything. The soft rise and fall of its small chest steady under your hand.

“I thought Travis could help me reconnecting with it, but it didn’t work. Because that’s not something you force.” She shakes her head, moving even closer to you.

You finally glance up at her, nervously shifting. “What are you trying to say?”

“I think…” She begins, her voice barely above a whisper now, “…that the wilderness still speaks. Just not to me.”

“I can’t hear it anymore,” she admits. “Not the way I used to. It’s like I’ve been cut off.”

You furrow your brows. “And you think..I can?”

She nods just once, truly convinced. “I know you can.”

You let out a slow breath, the weight of her words sinking deeper than you’d like to admit. She watches your reaction carefully, waiting for your answer.

Then, after a few moments of silence she leans in closer—so close that her warm shoulder brushes against yours.

Suddenly something in her expression changes, her eyes turning darker as she moves her face closer to yours. “You feel it, don’t you?”

”Don’t you believe in it?”

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