#gather what youve got and run

[cherrribun]

may i request the first years with a merperson!reader? doesn't have to be yuu. i just want to see fishy interactions.

TWST First years x Merperson!Reader

literally at work while writing this prompt out lol. i love fish so much, i actually use to run a twt acct dedicated to daily fish facts!! this was a silly write, enjoy!

Characters: first years (again no ortho😭)

TWS: none!

a/n: im sorry if i mischaracterized you, reader. tried shaking it ip a little qq

Ace Trappola

-ace, seven bless his heart, is so stupid

-he literally has zero inkling of a clue that you are any kind of merfolk at all

-he thinks youre simply strange, and to be fair, most merfolk are on land

-the way you suspiciously eye sushi or honestly any kind of regular lander food makes him question whether or not hes being poisoned

-he once saw you slipping out of the dorms to take a well needed break in some water, and watched you down a potion and slip right on into what you really look like

-yeah he gasped super loud and blew his cover immediately

-a nice little stare off ensued, in absolute silence

-after a second of silence he very loudly goes “oh my cod-GOD, i thought you were just like weird.”

-now this can go one of two ways

-if you laugh and let him have the biggest sigh of relief that you arent mad, he basically runs up to you. Hands on his knees looking at you like a dad inspecting car damage

-he's immediately inquiring about what its like, can he touch you, how are you breathing, do you like the tweels (theres a correct answer)

-he's absolutely geeked if you let him touch your tail, but freaks out and pulls away when he feels your slime coat

-and people say chivalry is dead

-if you continue to stare at him, he starts begging for forgiveness

-lol he's literally on his knees pleading for you to spare him. pleading for your “merm–MERCY!”

-give the guy a break, hes new to this

Deuce Spade

-deuce is physically immune to having a bad opinion

-because of how based he is, he loves your merperson-ness (??)

-you probably didn't try hiding it, i mean, this is. nrc. how would that do you any good

-and if you casually bring it up in conversation, deuce is definitely curious

-but because hes so strict on being a gentleman, he doesn't pry. its rude to do so!

-lord ace could take a page outta this kids book

-but he doesn't act like he doesn't know youre a merperson

-deuce is very considerate about it

-he refrains from eating fish infront of you, doesn't comment on when you’re grumbling about dumb lander rules

- you definitely pick up on this

-and you open up on your own terms, letting him gather information here and there about what kind of aquatic being you are, what your home grove is like, how dehydrated you are at all times

-he keeps a little notebook about all the people around him, and trust, youve got a bajillion pages dedicated to you alone

-he gets the hots for you the first time he sees you interact with other merfolk

-you seemed so natural with them, and far more relaxed. a huge smile on at all time while you made the cutest trilling noises, like you were deep under the blue

-yeah, hes making you the best possible bouquet of roses personally painted red and the coral you told him about from your home grove. what a sweetie

Jack Howl

-you bet your top dollar that when jack gets a crush on you, hes suddenly very interested in swimming

-he would ask you to join him for early morning swim sessions, encouraging you to join him for “one on one training”

-yeah yeah, he just wants to be with you

-hes got a mean face, but a heart of gold, everyone knows this

-after the dogman sees your absolutely intense swimming capacity, he begs you to join other sports

-if you accept, you have your own personal body guard 24/7

-if you dont, well damn, guess hes stickin to the water

-when you're on land, meandering about the savannaclaw dorms, let it be known jacks the first to ask you (dumbly) if its safe for you to be in the sun

-himbo jack who cheered

-after a laugh and reassurance you’re definitely okay, he lowkey still doesn't believe you

-congrats, he now constantly gives you water bottles and whatever food you like

-kelp? seaweed? sea grapes? dulse? hes got you covered

-if you're not very fond of landers, jacks got two big listening ears for your disposal

-though he may find complaints of ‘strange’ traditions a bit….conflicting

-what do you mean you dont understand the loosey goosey lander courting traditions? you're making your wolf bf sad, dont do that

Epel Felmeir

-lol epel is actually terrified

-the guy didnt even know you, and just so happened to make the mistake of walking too close to the shore of the island when he saw the biggest fishy eyes sticking out of the top of the water

-hes running for his life after that

-should he encounter you after the fact while on land, you snicker, asking him about strange beings in the ocean

-yeah he picked up on what you were putting down, he steered clear of you for a good while

-sucks that youre in his flight class, and alchemy class

-you keep teasing him about it until hes close to throwing fists about it (comment on his height and youre a goner)

-ensue vil threatening to kick him from the dorm so on and so forth till he begrudgingly agrees to ignore you

-but word gets around that he got in some shit for it, now you feel bad you jerk (ur not a jerk, reader, im just ur god rn)

-so you apologized to him in traditional merfolk fashion, with the best food you can make and plenty of pearls and shells in a nice little basket

-hes inclined to give you a chance when he sees the pearls, hes a big fan of them despite his insecurities

-it takes a long time for him to become your friend, let alone more, but with enough jewelry and even helping him with class (cheating), he starts to like you!

Sebek Zigvolt

-oh hes delighted to be with someone he views on the exact same level as him

-sebek being half human and half fae feels to be in a bit of an awkward spot between his fantastical heritage and his more mundae blood

-you’re just like him!!

-albeit a bit more aquatic

-outside of your aquatic self, sebek doesn't like water much. lilia enjoys taunting him for this fact, teasing the poor boy to hell and back while he stares at you with googoo eyes from the shore

-however, sebek adores watching you swim about, when not servicing maellus, he actively asks you to swim for him

-you're just so mesmerizing!

-he on a very rare occasion would join you, but not any sort of often. when he does though, he likes to test his endurance for swimming

-give him a run for his money, he’ll never admit it, but he loves the challenge, especially from someone deemed worthy

-when on land, you can find yourself being gifted stones

-pretty uncanny, huh?

-sebeks got a high loving for any non humans, and if you’re in the octavinelle dormitory, youve got a brand new regular in the lounge

-dont you dare tell anyone the mushy way he hands you each stone, looking aside, arm fully infront of him while he drops it into your palm with a little “this reminds me of you” (little is relative, this boy SHOUTS)

-stones turn to shells though,and if you gift him the large stones and shells you find under the water? hes got a curio cabinet full of each one on careful display

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

Work in Progress

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (age gap though ages are unspecified)

Words: 1.5k

No warnings, just two cuties who need to fall in love already; a fluffy and flirty good time

Masterlist

Sunlight filters through the windows of a modest workshop in Jackson, illuminating the clutter of tools and half-finished projects. The room is warm and inviting, with the smell of wood and metal lingering in the air.

Joel Miller is focused on a workbench, his broad shoulders hunched as he concentrates on fixing a small wooden chair. His hands are deft and steady, moving with practiced ease. Every now and then, he mutters to himself, his deep, gravelly voice a soothing background hum.

You are nearby, organizing screws and handing him tools when he needs them, trying to keep up with Joel’s quick pace. Despite the mundane task, you can’t help but be captivated by the way he moves, each gesture so deliberate, a precise balance between delicate and powerful.

You accidentally knock over a can of nails, which scatter across the floor with a clatter.

"Sorry," you squeak, embarrassed as you crouch down to pick them up, but Joel’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise.

"Don’t worry about it, I’ll grab ‘em," He offers.

Joel kneels beside you, his presence close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. His hands, rough but gentle, brush against yours as he gathers the nails. The accidental touch sends a flutter through your chest, and you try to suppress a blush.

"Thanks, Joel. I should’ve been more careful."

"Happens to the best of us," he says easily, comforting.

His smile is so disarmingly charming that it makes you forget what you were doing for a moment. You fumble with the nails in your hands, trying to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so," you laugh nervously.

Joel stands up, handing you the collected nails. His fingers brush yours again, sending a rush of warmth through you. You quickly pull your hand away, but not before you feel your cheeks flush.

Joel’s gaze lingers on you, trying to decipher what has you so skittish today. He resumes his work, but his casual demeanor makes him more endearing.

"You’re doin’ good, you know," he reassures you, wanting to ease whatever might be worrying you. "Not easy work, but you’re stickin’ with it. Youve learned a lot these last few weeks."

You smile, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. His praise, so simple yet sincere, makes your heart race. You focus on your task, trying to steady your hands.

Flustered, you respond, "Just trying to keep up with you."

Joel chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the room. It’s impossible not to be drawn to the warmth of his voice.

"No need, you’re doin’ just fine."

As you continue working, Joel inadvertently keeps charming you with every casual comment or gesture, completely oblivious to his effect on you. He leans in close to demonstrate something, his breath warm against your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

At one point, Joel hands you a tool with a lingering touch, and you nearly drop it, your hands shaking slightly.

"Thanks. I think I’ve got it now."

"You sure ‘bout that? Might need to double-check," he jokes.

His playful tone and the warmth of his gaze make your heart pound even harder. You nod, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yeah, I think I’m good."

Joel’s eyes soften, and he gives you a reassuring smile before returning to his work. Despite the focus on the project, the air between you remains charged with something that Joel seems blissfully unaware of.

As the hours pass, the two of you work seamlessly together, the occasional brush of your hands or shared laughter making the task seem almost like a dance. The project becomes secondary to the unspoken connection that grows between you, a testament to the unexpected and delightful charm that Joel Miller brings into your life.

Later in the day Joel is adjusting the legs of a wooden table, his brow furrowed in concentration. You’re sitting cross-legged on a nearby stool, sanding a piece of wood with careful precision.

"Careful with that sander," he instructs thoughtfully, "Don’t wanna end up with splinters in your fingers."

"Got it. Thanks for the tip," you say as you adjust your hold and try soft, even strokes.

“Good girl,” he praises, “just like that.”

You damn near fall out the chair at that. Cursing under your breath you try to ignore the way something pulses between your thighs. Head out of the gutter, you think to yourself.

Joel’s gaze occasionally drifts to you, his attention seemingly split between his work and the subtle way you react to his presence. There’s a moment of quiet as you both focus on the tasks at hand, the soft hum of the sander and the occasional clink of tools the only sounds in the room.

Then, as Joel reaches for a tool on a high shelf, his arm accidentally brushes against yours. You freeze, the unexpected touch sending a jolt through you. You try to mask your reaction, but your hand trembles slightly as you place the sander down.

Joel’s eyes narrow slightly, confused before a flicker of realization crosses his face. He watches you, noting the way you quickly look away, your cheeks flushed pink. There’s a moment of introspection as he connects the dots.

He may be old and, as Ellie likes to remind him, blind as a bat sometimes, but he ain't dumb.

"You alright, honey?" he asks in a syrupy drawl that has heat blooming in your stomach.

"Yeah, fine. Totally fine," you say, trying to play it cool but the slight tremor in your voice gives you away.

Joel straightens up, his gaze softening as he observes you more closely. There’s a mix of curiosity and tenderness in his eyes. He sets the tool down and moves closer, his demeanor shifting to something more considerate.

Joel's voice is lower than earlier when he says," You know, I’ve been watchin’ you blushin’ and fidgetin’ all day. Figured I might’ve done somethin’ to upset ya." He watches you out of the corner of his eye, gauging your response and trying to hide his knowing expression.

You look up at him, wide-eyed and a little embarrassed. The sincerity in his voice makes your heart race even faster. You hesitate, then shake your head slightly.

"It’s not that" you begin softly, "It’s just... I guess I get a little nervous around you."

Joel’s brow furrows, but then a slow, almost shy smile spreads across his face. He leans against the workbench, his eyes twinkling with an amused, gentle light.

His tone turns playful, "Nervous? Me? Didn’t think I was that intimidatin’."

It makes sense now. The way you stutter when he speaks to you, the way your eyes look everywhere in the room except for at him, except for when he catches you staring when you don't think he's looking.

The realization makes him both flattered and a bit self-conscious. The idea that someone as kind and sweet as you could feel this way about him strikes a chord. Not to mention the couple decades he has on you. He'd all but convinced himself there was no way you would be attracted to him. Not you with your pretty face and soft features, much too delicate for someone like himself.

He rubs the back of his neck where his greying hair curls around the collar of his jacket, his voice taking on a more tender tone.

"Well, if it helps any, I reckon you’re makin’ me a bit nervous too."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, you’re at a loss for words. The vulnerability in his admission, combined with the warmth of his smile, makes you melt.

"Really?"

Bashfully he confesses. "Yeah, really. Ain’t used to bein’ on the other end of this kinda thing."

Joel’s admission brings a newfound ease to the room. The tension melts away, replaced by a shared understanding and an unspoken connection that feels both thrilling and comforting.

You should feel embarrassed knowing you've been found out. It must have been painfully obvious, but he quickly puts you at ease.

Joel looks at you with a soft smile and a rosy tint to his cheeks, "Well, since we’re both nervous wrecks now, how ‘bout we take a break? Don't want to slip up and hammer a nail into my palm. Maybe grab a bite or somethin’. Could use a change of pace."

You nod eagerly, the idea of spending more time with him outside the workshop making your heart leap, something you'd been dreaming of since the first day you'd spent with him.

"I’d like that."

As you both head toward the door, the earlier nervousness has transformed into a hopeful, excited energy. Joel glances back at you, his smile genuine and full of affection. There’s a new, unspoken understanding between you, a gentle acknowledgment of the connection that has formed in the warmth of the workshop.

He holds the door open for you, and this time you don't shy away from his body in the doorway. Your back brushes his chest as you duck under his arm, and above you, a smile pulls the edge of his lips, happy that it turns out you weren't scared of him all this time.

And as the two of you step out into the fading afternoon light, the world beyond the workshop seems just a little brighter, filled with the promise of something new and wonderful.

[ivysprophecy]

Am I Okay? Chapter One

warnings: i dont think there is any? drinking and cursing? i planned on writing a few drabbles here and there for this series so i figured the sooner i get comfortable with it the better.

word count: 1318

summary: reader heads to the beach after settling into her new home where she runs into a blonde who invites her to her party tonight. why not? cant be too bad... maybe shell meet someone new ;)

[ masterlist ]

from my understanding, being invited to a party by sarah cameron is like being invited by miss amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi.

who am i to deny the "honor"?

in her defense she seemed so super sweet and down to earth so im sure its just people being dramatic.

honestly i wasnt even sure if i should have come but new home, new me. right?

she'd sent me a message earlier with an address and said to wait by the "hippie van" at eight so thats where i am now.

i hope im not at the wrong address and just loitering by someones van, i really dont wanna be arrested on my second night here. dad would not be pleased.

"Y/N?" i hear a voice call out from behind me, turning around i see a familiar girls blonde locks flowing from the ocean breeze.

thank the lord, i was starting to get worried.

"hey! sorry i wasnt sure if i should text ya that i was here," which wasnt a lie. i dont have to mention my raging anxiety.

"youre totally fine! you look super cute. cmon lets walk down to the beach and ill give you a little debrief so youre not totally unprepared."

"oh youre an angel sent from above," i smile following her down some path.

she starts leading me through the grass and down a small little hill where i can already see the beach in the distance.

"so," she starts "ill introduce you to my group of people that i hang out with but youre obviously allowed to venture out. so the boys are john b, hes my husband-"

"husband?? honey arent you like- 18? 19?"

"19 and happily married," she smiles genuinely, good for her i guess. could never be me though. "then you have jj, hes with my friend jess. pope is with kimmy, kiara and lex are together too. and then theres my brother rafe."

im guessing she can see my eyes blown wide because she lets out a chuckle. theres so much information to obtain i wanna go home.

"should i be writin this down?"

she laughs again but im being so genuinely serious, is it not obvious?

"i think youll get the hang of it once you actually see everyone since theyre all kinda grouped together. youll see once you get there," sarah and i finally reach what shes now clarified as 'the boneyard'? im not really sure why its called that but oh well.

after passing through a few partygoers we reach a small huddle of people who i assume are her friends by their excitement.

an absolutely stunning girl with the cutest braids comes over gushin at sarah telling her how cute she looks, and she isnt wrong.

"oh my goodness where are my manners, hi! im kimmy-" she turns to me rolling her eyes at herself, i assume at least. i hope it wasnt at me, in my defense i havent done anything.

"no youre fine sugar, im y/n- its real nice to meet yall," i smile hoping my voice isnt shaking.

have i mentioned im nervous?

"youve got the accent too! i could listen to you talk all day long- its nice to meet you too, pope cmere!" she turns around waving who i assume is her boyfriend who follows her motion heading over to us. "babe this is that girl sarah mentioned eariler, y/n, this is pope my boyfriend."

"i gathered that much," i chuckle, "its nice meetin you too. is there a place i can grab a drink quick? im a little too sober for all of this."

thankfully they all laugh, maybe i dont have too much to worry about. they all seem so nice im probably overthinking all of this.

"yea! sorry-," sarah looks over popes shoulder shouting, "jj! get your ass off the cooler and toss me a drink! what do you like weve got high noons, twisted teas, those blue smirnoff drinks, coors light... i think thats it," she turns back to me asking sweetly.

"beers fine. easy start," i laugh at her change in demeanor when she addresses me.

"beer please!" she yells back at jj who tosses it over.

he shouting back urging our group back over that way. "whos your friend?" a blonde next to jj whips her head around before smiling and waving at me.

"jj thats y/n- i already told you. she just moved here from texas? sarah met her earlier? do you listen to nothing i say ever??"

"mama i do listen but you say a lot of things. its hard to keep up with you."

"youre such a dick."

i head bobs back and forth between the twos bickering. "sorry do i know you?"

"no- sorry this is a bit awkward. im jess, im sorry im a bit of an internet stalker. wanted to see who you were when sarah mentioned you."

"no its okay," i chuckle, all these people are so sweet. "my best friends like that. im used to it."

"oh my god your accent is everything- i love it. also have you seen the hunger games triology?"

jj sighs and rolls his eyes at his girlfriends inquiry, "babe you cant just ask that out of no where."

"absolutely, hasnt everyone?" i respond naturally. of course ive seen one of the most successful series ever?

"ah ha! shut the fuck up jj-"

"yes maam," he chuckles handing her her drink back with a smile.

"so i see youve met kim and their boyfriend- this is jj as im sure youve heard. sarahs for sure filled you in on john b whos getting more ice... all thats left is kie and lex! i think theyre dancing right now though-"

jess goes on covering her bases thinking of who i have left to meet.

"they?" i turn to kimmy with an apologetic look on my face, "oh sugar im sorry i didnt know you were non binary you shoulda said something. i didnt mean to be rude."

"no you werent rude at all i didnt mention it."

"well im glad i know for future reference," i smile at them still feeling a little bad, thinking back to see if i accidentally misgendered them but honestly so much has gone on in the last ten minutes i cant recall.

"oh she hasnt met rafe," jj mentions nudging jess' shoulder. "hes talking to some old buddies over there though."

sarah rolls her eyes at her brother yelling over to him, "rafe! cmere!"

he turns at the sound of his sisters voice before brushing her off, clearly busy talking to someone.

"its really fine im sure ill meet him eventually."

"no hes just an ass sometimes- rafe!" she yells again and he finally turns around shrugging at her a little annoyed.

and holy shit is he a gorgeous specimen of a man.

thats probably not a good thing for me to think first time im meeting him but i cant help it. that man is hot as hell.

sarah points at me, trying to voice that she wants him to meet me as i stand there awkwardly, trying not to smile like an idiot. he gives me one of those frat guy nods with a cute lil smile and i have to admit it brings a blush to my cheeks.

bar is on the floor so in all fairness i cant help it.

"seems like hes too busy to even come over here. im sure hell make his way over eventually.

"its fine sarah," i open my beer finally taking a refreshing sip. "im just happy to be here. lets get this party started!"

to that the group hoots and hollers. im starting to feel more comfortable by the minute with them.

but all night it feels like there are eyes on me constantly.

i just didnt know they were rafes.

[voidcat]

siren!togame x sailor!reader.

gender netural reader as always. slight mention of choji if you squint. thinking about our siren wbrk talk with mari again so have this... i forgot i wrote this during my tumblr break LMAO

when you first meet the siren with emerald eyes and silky hair, you find yourself too immersed in his captivating looks that you forget why youve been staring in the first place.

he is an odd one, not a man, but one.

it's not everyday for people in your line of... business to be running into his kind, although there has been a suspicious increase in their activity, but this one piques your interest entirely and completely.

recent news about a blond siren causing havoc, all fangs and feral, already off your mind, you approach the odd one on a day neither too cloudy nor sunny- just ideal, just perfect.

pleas and concerns your crew has voiced already gone, falling on deaf ears, you approach the creature, not captivated, nor enhanced-- that is, if you dont count fascination with curiosity as a subclass of that.

you're not fazed by his lack of surprise, but make a mental note when you notice he's not the talkative type.

his kind is bold, loud and clear, showing themselves off, "hello world, i am here, see me and feed me." or that's what the widely accepted opinion of them is.

as you draw closer, you spot he is not alone on the broad rocks and rubbles. seals who exchange equally confused gazes with one another stare at you and him, taking his stance as no danger posing.

it feels weird, to have finally reached the object of your goals for the past months. long days and nights of spotting this siren that is not like any other and now here you are, face to face with him. no longer just exchanged glances by the small window of your cabin that you were certain you made up in your head.

resting his chest against his palm, he wears a smug yet gentle expression. you're unsure if it's the eyes that make it genuine or the curled up corner of his mouth that makes it cocky.

by the time you'll know him as togame and more than just an 'odd one out' of his species, it won't take you many conversations, but it'll take a long time. such as the fate of being a feeble human on a ship and a feared creature of the sea.

getting onto the edge of the rock, you take one step further, resting your elbow there, mirroring his position as you rest your chin against your fist.

"so, what has gotten a beast like you tied down to a bunch of rocks? tired of us already?"

you're odd, togame thinks. normally sailors detest his species- if they can get over their fear. anyone within their peak form would be killing for this opportunity, to capture one, get years long revenge and so on.

instead, you approach him like a sailor to a maiden back on land, after eyeing her up all night, paying for her drinks across the pub...

smiling coyly, you wait, your gaze never wavering, ignoring the odd colors in the back and the confused sounds the seals make.

"maybe it's because i've simply have something better to do." he says and you halt, "got my crew right here." he follows and watches as your smile drops, confusion taking over.

he counts, 1, 2, 3... 10 seconds it takes for your eyes to dart between the seals behind him and Togame himself- still confused, until your eyes land on shells and torn off pieces of coral spread on a flatter rock between all of them.

a game?.. you wonder, tossing what he said to the side for now, how it implies they attack simply because they're bored.

well, certainly the blond one is- at least from what you've seen, all his attacks on ships, he seems to be living off the thrill of it, not caring as long as he swims away freely at the end of the day.

"A game, then." you voice your guess, gathering your initial confidence. or maybe it's lack of care, Togame isn't sure of it just yet.

"hmmh" he hums in agreement, as he turns to exchange looks with the seals. "care to join? we can teach."

the whole exchange from start to finish feels off. distant in a corner with no one knowing your exact location- all you've learned so far, even if he said those intentionally or not, and you swear those seals are an endangered species in these waters- last seen at least a century ago.

so they come out just for him? or for all of them? the questions swarm your head, you don't even realize you've been leaning further and further, slowly, your expressions long gone, face now blank, try to decide on a dominating emotion to display.

he seems to take this as confusion and giggles. breaking his pose, he leans towards your direction and holds out his hand "no need to be afraid now, we don't bite."

and within these words alone, you know it deep down, simply and with your entire heart that he means it- no siren voice involved, no odd feelings rising.

maybe that's how they truly lure their victims. no magic voice behind it but simply their charms. yet you are ready to take your chances.

taking another step further, you take his hand and let him pull you up to the rock he's residing on, genuinely, innocently, to play a game.

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

smile for the camera!

pairing: needy dom!abby x sub afab!reader

summary: abby records you while you suck her strap cw: strap sucking, recording, oral, praising, strap fucking, overstimulation, pet names.

a/n: ignore how i havent posted in like 2 months and take this as an apology!

even though it isnt real abby loved it when you sucked her strap, she loved looking down at you seeing the faces you make. watching you touch yourself as your tongue worked around her cock. what she especially loved was recording you.. whenever you were away she'd watch the videos she would take of you. "fuck baby you always take me so well" abby huffed out, every thrust she made in your throat she could feel it rub against her clit. gathering your hair into her hand she had a firm grip on you "g-god i love that pretty mouth of yours.." she moaned out leaning her head back as her eyes closed, muffled moans escaped your lips as her cock went deeper in your mouth, gagging here and there. you rubbed yourself through your panties you were soaked and you couldnt get enough of her, you loved the feeling of her in your mouth. "you wanna touch yourself princess?" she asked in a low husk and she looked down at you as she pulled your head back a bit and you looked up at her through your eyelashes, glancing up at her phone as she recorded your pretty face on her cock. you hummed in response nodding your head eagerly, looking desperate. "go ahead and make yourself feel good baby, youve been so good for me.." she grunted out, you loved the noises you could make her do. with her permission you reached in your panties, drawing circles around your throbbing clit, you moaned against abbys cock more and you bobbed your head faster making the strap rub against her more. "fuck y/n.. just like that, youre doing so good baby" she mustered out between moans. you gripped her thigh with your free hand, it would probably leave a mark.

you felt abby's thrust pick up a bit, you could tell she was close from her shaky moans "m'gonna c-cum.. fuck" she huffed out as he grip on you tightened, her legs started shaking a bit as she hit her climax calling out your name dragging out the last bit. she almost dropped the phone. she pulled you off her cock and you let a breath out, panting. she grabbed your chin making you look up at her, you looked a mess with your hair everywhere and drool dripping down your chin as you looked up at the camera. "youre so pretty baby." she said in a sweet whisper giving you a kiss, as she pulled away you chased her lips a bit wanting more. "lay on the bed, ass up. now," she ordered and you mindlessly obeyed her. she sat down her phone, she was gonna need both hands for this. she got get getting behind you and grabbed your hips caressing you softly before slapping your ass, leaving a print. you jumped a bit surprised and a moan slipped out. you were dripping wet for her, the way it ran down your thigh drove abby crazy.. it made her feel so in control seeing the effect she had on you. "is all this for me sweetheart? you wanna cum don't you?" she said teasingly as her hand reached down and took her middle finger running it along your slit, sending chills down your spin making you moan softly "y-yes, i wanna cum.. please abby.." you pleaded out, you hated but loved her teasing at the same time. it just made you want her even more. "since you asked so nicely.." she said lowly, you felt her rub her cock against your slit teasing you before sliding inside of you slowly, you loved the way she stretched you out. "oh fuck" you muttered out between moans. "oh baby you're so tight.." she huffed out as she gripped your hips, pushing herself all the way in. she let you get comfortable for a bit before she started thrusting in you, slowly. her hands ran along your waist and ass. "a-abby.." you moaned out as you lightly gripped the blanket, "yes baby? c'mon use your words i know you can.." she said moaning softly "f-faster.. please." you begged, you knew she loved it when you begged. "as you wish my love" she mustered out, the grip she had on your waist tightened as her thrusts grew in pace making your moans grow louder, it was like music to her ears. "atta girl.." she grunted out through gritted teeth. you felt her reach her hands around your waist as she started rubbing circles on your clit adding extra stimulation. "o-oh m'god" you moaned out and her fingers moved faster matching the pace of her thrusting. her hand moved from your waist to your back pushing you into the bed as her thrusts grew rougher as she knew you were getting close. you gripped the blanket moaning out her name with curses following behind, your mind was just drawing blanks and all you could think about was how good she was making you feel. "cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock come on.." she huffed out

after a few more thrust you let out a loud breathy moan as you came all over her cock. but that didn't stop her.. she kept going, she took both her hands grabbing your waist slamming you against her. she couldn't get enough of hearing your pretty moans. you whimpered out as her thrusts became too much, "a-abby.. please.. s'too m-much.." you whimpered out, she got in a couple extra thrusts before she stopped. she was breathing heavy and as were you. you collapsed underneath of her holding onto the blanket still, feeling your legs shake still a bit. abby leaned down kissing your shoulder and neck leading up to your cheek leaving a sweet a kiss "you did such a good job babygirl, you took me so well" she said in a whisper against your ear "lets get you cleaned up"

[gogomatthew]

You’re mine

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Mutual masturbation

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST HERE🎃💗

warnings: stalking • mutual masturbation • semi public sex • humiliation • phone sex • paranoia? • mentions of violence • let me know if I missed any •

A/N: sorry about the KTOBER delay.. this ones a little dark but ill make up with a sweet one next week! reminder english isnt my first language but feel to correct any grammar mistakes

summary: Spencer fears he is being stalked after receiving gifts from a secret admirer only to fall for her • MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

“Hey whats wrong?” Morgan stops Spencer as he rushes into the BAU frantic with an orange envelope at hand “Gather everyone in the conference room please” he gets out of morgans grip and makes his way there. “Whats this about?” Hotch walks in confused on the whole situation, raising a questioning eyebrow at Spencer “Ive been on edge the past month and yesterday I received this..” he hands the envelope to Hotch. Inside theres a handwritten letter with the words “I know you were thinking about me” and multiple photographs of Spencer jacking off in his room.

Truthfully he didn’t want to show anyone but this was getting out of hand. In the photograph his room was illuminated by warm toned lamp, his mouth hung open and anyone with half a brain could assume he was letting out sounds of pleasure, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly, while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick as he lazily sat on his desk chair with his trousers hanging around his ankles. Hotch’s eyes go wide for a second as he quickly puts the pictures away only making his subordinates blush grow a burning pink. The team share a few glances and connect the dots in an instant. “Morgan you have experience in obsession crimes.. what do you think this is?” Hotch asks after analyzing the letter he spoke up “Are these the only “gifts” you’ve gotten? any other notes we should know about?” morgan glances up at him making sure to put emphasis on the word “gifts”

“I-I mean theres always a lingering feeling im being watched and I got a bouquet of flowers last monday along with a letter every other day from a “secret admirer” but I didn’t think much of it.. I just assumed some neighborhood boy was playing a prank on me..” he says running his fingers through his silky brunette hair, clearly stressed out “looks like you’ve got a groupie” spencer looks back down to morgan “HUH?” morgan hands the letter back to spencer “The writing is clearly written by a female, its dainty and not aggressive.. almost as if to show her love and devotion to you instead of threatening you. That isnt to say she wont get violent later on.. it may trigger her to see you with another woman around her age maybe something set her off and decided to finally make her move.” hotch lets out a breath “Morgan, Reid, you stay here and find a motive, Prentiss and I will go to the scene and try to get more geographical information on how they even managed to take these photos.. wheels up in 30” and with that everyone’s getting to work.

They made a geographic profile, retraced steps, came up with a profile and even a plan on how to catch the unsub. “We think our unsub is a female in her mid 20s, if you were to cross her path shed blend right in, shes not very confident or careful but she is smart, if you bumped into her she’d apologize even if it wasnt her fault, she has an obsessive personality though she probably doesn’t even realize it odds are if she were to go through a psychotic break she would only go after Spencer or people close to him so we don’t have to worry about civilian safety” after notifying the local PD they develop a plan.. Emily was going to pretend to be Spencers girlfriend, holding hands on the subway, walking him home, spending time in his apartment ect, to get a rise out of the unsub, it was a long shot that youd even buy it if youve been stalking spencer but it was worth a try “you sure you got this?” she looks up at Hotch as he adjust her mic pack and silently nods as Spencer copies her movement.

That afternoon he and Emily walk out of the subway station hand in hand making their way to his apartment, god Spencer wasn’t lying.. Emily could feel eyes on her but couldn’t pin point where they came from but they managed to make goosebumps arise from her. That night there was no love letter at his door. This was either the start of a psychotic break or you backing down. Morgan was stationed at the location they assumed the photographs were taken, assuming you’d come back. Emily spent the night at spencers place and left during the early hours of the morning to make it all the more convincing. After she left Spencer did his morning routine like usual, a shower, setting the coffee pot, changing, grabbing his satchel and heading out but he was stopped by a piece of paper that was stuck between the front door and the frame, falling onto the ground. The note was different, it seemed messy and rushed. It read “Im still here” a shiver ran down his spine. His gut told him to just get on the subway and go to work and develop his highly intelligent team but his brain told him to take matters into his own hands. He stormed out of his building and made his way onto the sidewalk hoping to be able catch you before you got too far. He had the profile now all he needed to do was find you and he knew just how to do that. He stormed into the subway station proceeding to walk a little faster than usual. He felt eyes on him and immediately he turned around and met your eyes by sheer luck. He kept his eyes on you and you stayed frozen in place looking away from his gaze but not moving an inch.. could it be you? He knew morgan always trusted his gut and maybe it was time he did the same. As he started approaching you your eyes went wide and you sped walked away. You fit the profile, the only thing they didn’t mention was how attractive you were. He caught up to you quickly having the advantage of long legs “hey” he puts a hand on your shoulder giving you goosebumps “im meeting my girlfriend for coffee but I dont know which track to take.. do you think you could help me?” he give you a nice smile that you return but he notices your demeanor going cold at the word girlfriend.

“yeah totally! where are you meeting?” your fists are clenched at your sides, this was almost too easy “Virginia coffee house” he says simply “you’re gonna want to take the 53, it should get here in about 10 minutes.. that’s actually where im heading too” he smiles a little wider “I don’t suppose you mind waiting with me then?” you nod “not at all!…” you fidget with your fingers “actually im gonna go to the restroom” you turn to rush off with him hot on your heels, he wont forgive himself if he lets you get away.. he has to trust his gut when it’s screaming right at him he needs to know more. He follows you into the bathroom at the station which is thankfully empty and locks the door behind him “Spencer what are you doing?” you say and quickly realize your mistake as his expression falters “I never said my name was spencer..” your eyes widen as you start to back up into the sink “sorry I- my brains all scattered” you try to play it off with a laugh but hes not laughing. He starts to get closer and closer to you as you continue to step back “heres what I think and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but just know ill know if you’re lying, I study human behavior for living but of course you already knew that” your backed up completely into the sink and have nowhere to run as he continues to get closer until he finally towers over you face inches apart “I think you’re my little groupie.. I think you watched me get off and took pictures to touch yourself too.. I think you leave love letters at my door.. I think you’re jealous of my fake girlfriend and I think..” he whisper the next words right into your ear “you’re desperate for me” he hates to admit it but some animalistic part of him just wants to take you right there in the bathroom and make you scream his name to humiliate you just as you did to him. You’d proudfully admit that his accusations made your panties soaking wet, having to squeeze your thighs together for any friction.

Just then a loud knock at the door interrupts you both breaking away “whys the door locked?” you hear through the door “you’re right” you say before speeding off and disappearing into the crowd as soon as the lady at the door gets it open. Spencer rushes out ignoring the strange looks he gets but ultimately looses you. He lets out an exasperated sigh and with that hes on his way to work.

Coming back to an empty apartment was never fun but he couldn’t shake his head off with what happened just a few hours prior in that bathroom. He starts palming himself through his trousers and groans wishing it was you. He unbuttons his jeans and pull out his dick, stroking it as it fill the room with the wet sounds of his precum smearing all over his shaft “fuck” he sits at his desk and there he sees you. You’re on the balcony of the building across the street. The complex next to the one morgan was previously situated at the day prior. Camara leaning next to you, phone in one hand as your other hand starts to glide down your abdomen between your thighs successfully getting a whimper out of Spencer.. hes never been this exposed. He hears his phone ring and you mouth at him to answer it and he obeys. You let out breathy whines as you start to circle your clit matching the pace of the hand wrapped around his dick. His eyes are open staring straight at you, he dosent want to miss a single second of this. His own morality not even bothering him anymore, not when he feels this good and has this view. “Fuck” He stands up from his seat and walk closer to the window, he starts to glide his hand faster even teasing himself by running his finger through his slit “mmm” he knows you can hear him but he cant hold back his sounds god hes never felt this good under his own touch, he thinks it’s pathetic he has to imagine its your even though you’re only a few feet away. “faster” he demands. His ty is loosened but his shirt is still on and how you wish you could just see all of him, you insert 2 fingers into yourself struggling because theyre not long enough to give you as much pleasure as you need, you lean over the edge and hold on to the railing of the balcony giving spencer a better peek at your tits “you’re fucking c- crazy” he says with heavy pants inbetween every word “me? im not the one stroking my dick to my “stalker” god you hated that word but you heard him refer to you as that before, he lets out a deep growl “yeah well im not the stalker” the call is filled with whines and moans from both ends, you start nearing your climax “im gonna- hah-“ your words are cut off by your loud whimpers “aww cmon baby- you can write someone whos never even seen you heartfelt love letters but cant- ah finish- mm your own sentence” hes teasing but in reality hes in the same position as you “fuck- you” his open mouth turns into a smirk “bet youd like that” thats it, something in you snaps and your practically screaming and writhing in place as Spencer delivers his final pumps to his cock before he’s leaking cum onto his own chest with heavy whines as he tries to catch his breath with his eyes closed.

When he finally opens them to see you shock is evident in his face when you’re already gone and the line is left ringing. He buttons his pants and runs to his front door trying to catch you but instead his eyes land on another envelope. He opens it expecting it to be another love letter and pictures of him jacking it only to be met with photographs of YOU touching yourself, your mouth dropped open, hand on your pussy, only showing the bottom half of your face, the note attached reads “you have my phone number now.. id appreciate going on a date with you before you turn me in - your dearest Y/N” god this was going to be fun.

[kyuteflesh]

price / soap / f!reader

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* soap wants u real bad + being prices property = threesome

this is just a little unfinished thought. plotting up a storm rn. unprofessional for them but let me live my fantasy pls.

⚠️: degradation, slight smut, mainly just price yapping, +18

you were the captains bitch. everyone knew that.

from the way you came out of his office stumbling, new hickeys showing up every other day.

soap had been plotting on you since day 1. unlucky for him, price got to you first. he just had the charm soap lacked ig.

was that really the case tho???? or did price just ask you out sooner?

here you were, pinned up against the wall of johnnys room. his brawny arms keeping you restricted. tonguing your mouth, wanting more.

“we can’t be doing this, johnny. if he finds out, we’re both as good as dead”

“if you would just keep it down, then he wouldn’t possi—“

that’s when a fuming price burst through the door, materials clanging so loudly against each other you were sure the knob left a hole in the wall.

soap quickly backed away from you. temperature dropping, hands clammy. looks of panic coming from both of you.

“forget to lock the door eh, mactavish? ‘m sure you won’t make that mistake again. not after i have a fuckin’ bullet going through your thick, idiotic skull.”

price approached you, you were cowering under his much taller and intimidating stature. “please don’t kill him, john. he must’ve had too much to drink- i don’t know just please!”

scowling at you, inches away from your face. you could feel the steam radiating off of him.

“don’t hurt ‘em, ey? why should i listen to a whore who can’t keep her legs closed for any man? that’s all i’m gathering out of this.” price slid his hand down your pants, running a finger between your folds.

pulling it back out, he let out a measly laugh.

soap could do nothing but nervously fiddle with his thumbs.

quite the dumbass he was, trying to enter someone else’s property. he was stuck regretting every single decision leading up to this moment.

“look at this, johnny. look at how wet youve got my little cum dump. isn’t that something?” smiling, he wiped his finger off on johnnys neck.

gulping, he finally was able to muster out a few words. “i’m so so sorry captain, sir. it won’t ever happen again i—“

“pfft, johnny, lad, you’re such a pushover. grow a pair. you wanna fuck my girl? at least let me show you how it’s done first.”

WHAT DID HE SAAAYYYY??!!!!

“what?!” you both gasped in unison.

“you heard me. now y/n,” having a seat on the bed, price started to take his dick out. it was still soft.

“make me hard. let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.” he patted his lap.

you were too stunned to speak, nervously sweating, blushing.

“are you deaf all of a sudden?” price spat out. he was losing his patience.

you quickly complied, not wanting the situation to escalate any further.

you lowered down to your knees, giving his tip a soft kitten lick. you began to take his whole length in your mouth. hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue roam.

it was only a matter of time before you could feel him stiffening, hitting the back of your throat.

price took his attention away from you, looking up to johnny. “you want this?” he beckoned, running his hands through your hair.

johnny just nodded. ashamed of the growing erection in his pants. “come take my place then”

you were in doggy, face full of johnnys cock. pussy soon to be full of john’s cock. funny!

price gave your ass a firm smack. you were nervous. this was the first thing you’ve indulged in anything of the sort (a 3sum, that is).

johnny squeezed his eyes shut. not believing what was going on. the woman of his dreams giving him the blowjob of his life. his higher up fucking you from behind.

teetering back and forth between the two, you barely needed to put any effort in.

price was fucking you hard enough to where you didn’t need to bob your head for johnny.

it would be foolish to think that none of you were enjoying this.

you got to be used as a fuck doll by these insanely hot military men. dream come true.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

Hugh ‘Ransom’ Drysdale Tickle-Cannons

A/N: hey so uhhhhh pretty much no one asked for this and it has been SO LONG since I properly made headcannons but a certain someone @donteverblameash and I started a conversation about him and uh………. It went VERY SOUTH. /silly Words cannot describe the unfathomable loathing I feel for this man he is a complete asshat and deserves to rot in jail.

………BUT- (Ash I’m so sorry I stole a lot of ur ideas for this PLS FORGIVE ME but also enjoy these for when u wake up :3)

(NSFW / ‘MINORS DNI’ / AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT THIS BLOG IS RUN BY A MINOR!!11!!1)

Lee:

Okay starting off the conversation with lee!Ransom because promise me it’s not gonna take long 😭

Literally made of steel everywhere

EXCEPT this one spot on the side of his back (can again thank my buddy Ash for this idea HGEGGGE)

But even then it only makes him chuckle 😪

But if you even so much as brush it he is cursing and insulting you to kingdom come

“whAT THE SHIT-? …What the FUCK was that?! No, what the hell makes you think you have any right to touch me?! Don’t ever do that again, you understand?!”

…….I guess you can try using it against him but the minute you mention it aloud to anyone?

……yeah you’re pretty much dead

In fact no straight after you’ve even tried to tickle him HES GETTING YOU AND MAKING U SWEAR TO SECRECY??

UGH ITS NOT FAIR HES A BRAT WHO DESERVES TO BE WRECKED BUT IT JUST DOESNT WORK THAT WELL ON HIM 😭😭😭😭

Ler:

HOOOOH boy this is when the conversation gets long 😓

If I had to sum it up I’d just say he is EVIL INCARNATE

not nice at all hes just making fun of you and your reactions the whole time AND LAUGHING AT YOU??

“Hahaha, oh man, this is incredible!”

“Jesus, you’re loud. I’m barely even touching you!” (WHILE HES DIGGING INTO UR WORST SPOTS GOD HES HORRIBLE??)

“Oh, you’re sorry? I don’t forgive you.”

does not start out soft he just goes straight for the weak spots and focuses there 😪😪

Will literally just attack you for as long as HE wants like he’s not stopping someone else will have to DRAG you away because he is not gonna listen to them 😢

Doesn’t make any exceptions to being nice like even after he’s done he’s just like “Okay, I’m bored now.” AND WILL JUST WALK OFF AND LEAVE YOU AFTER NEARLY KILLING YOU /silly

Utilises the t-word and any other teases like a FUCKING WEAPON OF NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION

“Tickle tickle tickleeee! Coochie coochie coo! Ohohoh, you’re so ticklish, it’s insane!” (I FUCKING NEED HIM DEAD.)

Don’t even bother trying to insult him or threaten him he’ll just react like this HE DOESNT GAF.

Flips between two types of attacks: Either one where you don’t even realise he’s about to do it or one where he bursts into a family gathering and ANNOUNCES IT TO THE WORLD???

I doubt he’d be one to do raspberries and stuff like that often but if he knows it gets to you then trust me HELL DO IT.

The type of dick to pull the ‘What’s that? You want more? Not what I was expecting to hear, but alright.’ LIKE AFTER YOUVE INSULTED/THREATENED HIM AND HE JUST TICKLES U MORE

Also loves to pin ur hands down under his knees so both his hands are free to just go nuts GOD HES AWFUL????

Definitely not one to turn down a chase either like once he wants to get you HE WILL MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO DO SO

Either that or he threatens an attack but doesn’t say when so you’re just left paranoid the whole day……

ANYWAY THATS ALL I GOT but I speak for @donteverblameash and myself that he is horrible AND WE HATE HIM

[connorsui]

Hi hi, me's again :3

I have another daydream idea thing I think you'll like. You don't have to do anything with it or respond to it. I know you're trying not to write about characters you've been giving a lot of attention RN. I just REALLY wanted to share this with you.

SO hear me out: Doctor Who type thing X L&D?

There was an episode where River and I think Clara were in a book and that made me wonder.....

What if, because of a sort of similar situation, we were in the game? And even better, what if Sylus recognized us?

Also, warning: this turned out a lot LOT longer than I planned so I wanna apologize ahead of time. I'm really really sorry about that.

Imagine:

You've got a weird eccentric friend that likes to go on weird adventures as of late (maybe he's having a midlife crises?), and you usually have to join in cause you're his friend and besties with his wife.

One day, said friend (we'll call him John cause lol) bursts in while you're playing your fave game teasing and flirting with Sylus. John says there's some shit going on and youve gonna move NOW. So with no time to spare, you just turn the screen off and run.

Apparently the thing causing problems today is an electric type kind of monster that for of course is also able to shape shift cause dealing with it wouldn't have been hard enough. Why not add it shape shifting? Well, stupid thing gets hurt and scared. It hides while you, John, and Melody (bestie) are looking for it and it decides to hop into your phone to hide. Of course this didn't go unnoticed so John helps you and Melody to hop into your phone with it (he isn't able to go in himself, so he's gonna find someone to help him hop in while you and his wifey do some shit)

Sylus always heard a voice whenever he spent time with you. Either flirting, sassing, joking, name calling when angry, sometimes singing in battle if the voice seem to be in a nervous or energetic mood. He couldn't SEE who was speaking, but no one else seem to notice so he ignored it. His Kitten mattered to him, not this voice (regardless of how similar it was to his Kitten).

One day, his Kitten started acting strange. Not by a lot, but she seemed more distant. She didn't tease, flirt, or even cutely pout out of anger. No one else seem to notice a difference, his Kitten didn't think there was a difference, but he could just FEEL it.

Soon enough though, he figured out why.

He saw two new women walking in the N109 Zone, talking about something serious (as if that was anything new to him). He sent Mephisto to spy on them for him. If they were gonna try anything, he needed to know.

But call him surprised. Not only did they seem to be talking about some kind of monster in the area, but one of them seemed a lot like his Kitten. Exactly like her actually. The way she spoke, it was definitely the same voice he'd always heard. She had the same personality as his Kitten before she grew distant. The same teasing, same sass, same pouty reactions and excitement over junk food, even the little song she sang when she was nervous was the same (he's sure the one she sings when excited or energetic would be the same as well). She didn't resemble Miss Hunter by any means. Appearance-wise, she was much more ordinary (not that it'd mean anything to him), but the fact was undeniable now.

THIS was his Kitten.

He gathered more information (stalking), at first just to be sure but quickly turned to a need to know all her likes and dislikes, any allergies or addictions. He needed to know everything, and keep her safe.

She seemed less capable than Miss Hunter so he'd have to keep an extra close eye on her. Especially because this monster they were after sounded more dangerous than an average Wanderer.

And now he sees another man joining the two women? Was he there for his Kitten? He couldn't think he was worthy of-

Oh.

He's.....married to the other woman. Well, good for him. His Kitten had married friends. And his Kitten is his, having heard her tell her friend (as well as him on multiple occasions before he saw her) that she loved him and would stay at his side in a heartbeat. His heart ached though, she didn't believe herself worthy of him. Didn't think he could ever love her (oh how wrong she was).

He would prove her wrong very soon. Once the threat was gone, he was determined to prove it to her.

You and Melody met up with John after a few in game days (you stayed in a hotel, though you're not sure how that was possible as neither of you had in game money). While waiting for him, you told her about the world you're in. The Wanderers, the N109 Zone, and especially the man that ran it. You told her all about Sylus as if be was a real man you had a huge crush on (ok, crush might be a strong understatement), how much you loved him and accepted her would never be yours. He has Miss Hunter. The one he'd spent decades waiting for, very likely never been interested in taking or accepting anyone else. She finally was being loving towards him in game so what should he care for the one controlling her (for the most part). The one he couldn't see or hear.

When John showed up, you immediately shut up about Sylus and got to work trying to figure out how to find the stupid thing so you could go home and play your game and pretend the man you loved loves you back. (John had a habit of using you as a sacrificial lamb to distract whatever threat there was so they could get away. You made sure to complain about that to Melody before John got there, specifically the fact that it was only ever you to do that). Once you figured out how to recognize it and how to hurt it, you all went out and split up to look for it.

First, it pretended to be a flying wanderer. Maybe cause it was similar to it somehow?

Next it was one of the extras. You didn't even remember his name.

Then, it pretended to be Miss Hunter. How ironic....

You'd all gathered to fight it as her (mostly cause it was gonna be hard for you to hurt the girl you designed). At some point though, there was so much chaos that you had to take cover. When you peeked out of your cover, you saw you were blocked off from the others.

Great. Now you'd have to go around. Least you didn't have to worry much for them, they were both very capable of dealing with it, were use to it by now, and definitely had a lot of fun doing it. Why you were here, you could only guess it was out of pity, to be a lamb, or both.

You were having a hard time though. Every way around in the direction you needed to go was blocked off by what looked like fresh rubble. You sigh, probably the result of that thing your friends were fighting (spoilers, it was not). You wanted to climb over one of them, you were so annoyed, but it was too steep and there somehow wasn't anything stable to grob onto.

You finally gave up and went to a cafe (wait, what was a cafe doing in the N109 zone?) just to sit and relax. You were so tired that you didn't question the cafe or its placement, just happy it was there. You usually werent this active, you were sure you lost some weight just from all the running around. Thankfully, this cafe had a couch like in Friends so you layed down and quickly (accidentally) fell asleep.

When you woke up, you felt like you were being held and someone was gently stroking your head. You would have thought it was Melody, if the chest wasnt a mans. A chest that was more toned than Johns too. What the fuck was this?

You were still so tired though and he wasn't doing anything creepy yet, so you figured you'd try to relax and wait for a chance to sneak off to find your friends.

You noted how he held you was gentle but was still firm as to keep you in place (maybe to keep you from falling). His fingers were raking through and playing with your hair while petting your head. His heart was beating fast, almost erratic, in contrast to the gentle actions. He smelled good, like cologne but there was something else there you couldn't quite place.

Just then, there was the sound of a phone ringing. You felt him move to pick up the phone and hang up before putting it down and continuing the gentle affection. The phone rang again and the man growled in clear annoyance, picking it up again and answering it this time.

"What is it? Make it quick." he told whoever was on the other line in a whisper that was cold and annoyed.

Wait....that voice.....

SYLUS?! Why in all the flying fuck is HE holding you?! And in an affectionate way, you're not even tied up!!

You heard him sigh, and slowly unwrap himself from you to gently place your head on a pillow and tuck you in before getting off the bed and leaving the room.

You open your eyes to see you're where you thought you'd be when you recognized his voice, in his room and in his bed.

You move to get up and see you're now in a silk nightgown. HOLY SHIT, HE CHANGED YOU?! How did he even do this without waking you?! You really REALLY hope it was a maid or something that changed your outfit. That would at least make it less weird (maybe).

You find your cloths rather easy, they're on the floor near the door, so you tip toe over to grab and put on your socks to at least try to protect your feet from the freezing floor. Then you look over at the bathroom door which, while closed, does have its light on. You look between the bathroom door and the bedroom door. You SHOULD sneak out and get back buuuuuuuut you have so many questions.

You tip toe over to the bathroom and try to listen to a little of the conversation, pressing your ear to the door. There's nothing though, he's either too quiet to hear or he's not talking. Damn.

You're contemplating staying to listen or go back to the bed to wait, when the door opened and you crashed into the mans chest with a squeak. He laughed at the sound you made, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace to keep you in place.

"What's my naughty Kitten doing out of bed?" He asked with an amused smirk.

His....Kitten...?

Did this man just call you......his Kitten...?

He tilted your head (that was buried in his chest) up to meet his gaze. "What, no sass today? Cat got your tongue?"

You deadpanned. You loved puns and dad jokes, but that ones just cringey and overused. "Oh ha ha Crow man."

"There she is." He said softly, though clearly still amused. He picked up up, making you yelp in surprise which made him smirk.

You groaned as he carried you over to the bed and set you down. "With your love for shiny and expensive things, I've got no idea why I'm here..."

"I wasn't aware you could make such adorable sounds." He chuckled, completely ignoring what you said to tease you.

You sigh. "What am I doing here Sylus? Shouldn't Miss Hunter be here? Ya know, your Kitten? The love of your life?" It didn't make sense Miss Hunter wasn't here instead. Man will make up reasons for her to stay. And why weren't you tied up or being interrogated? Why why he being nice to you?

Sylus frowned a bit at that. He'd have preferred to keep a smirk but he couldn't help it. You were here at his side and you weren't getting it. "Did you think I never heard you?" He asked, sitting on the bed with you, and pulling you in to hold you. There was clear confusion on your face, and something almost like anger. Explaining this would take some time.

So over the course of an hour and a half, he explained everything. That he heard you, Miss Hunters change due to you being here, how he recognized you. Everything.

"Seriously?!" He chuckled. "Yes Kitten, seriously." He was relieved you were finally starting to get it, that he fell in love with you without even knowing it and immediately recognized that when he found you walking his streets.

"OH SHIT, MELODY!!" You went to get up but he held tightly. "Is fine. Your friends are back at the hotel." Though they might be wondering where you were by now. He'd have to send the twins for them. He COULD keep paying for your rooms but he liked the idea of having you here with him, and you likely would want your friends here with you.

"Do you know if-"

"Taken care of." He saw to the monster himself, though it was a bit of a challenge keeping you separated from it. You and your friends were persistent, you less so though. When the twins blocked off that part of the city to you, it took little time for you to give and wait for your friends. His poor Kitten, so tired and obviously just wanted to go home and relax with him again. You likely didn't even wanna be there. He was thankfully able to make quick work of the thing.

"O-ok..? How the hell did I get here?" He smirked, about to make a teasing remark but you quickly added "OTHER than being carried in here, you smartass." He couldn't help but laugh. You knew him so well, and now he knew you even more so.

"The twins brought you after you fell asleep, Though I've got no idea how you never woke up."

"And..." You gestured to the nightgown.

"I bought it on the way home." He knew that wasn't what you were asking but it was too tempting not to tease you.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Do I?" He smirked more.

"Sylus!!" You whined.

"What, no Sy this time? No hubby? I'm disappointed Kitten." He fake pouted, clearly enjoying himself way too much. Though he really was a little disappointed you had yet to call him by any of the usual nicknames you used.

You already figured that so you gave him what he wanted. "Sy Sy, please?" You said in the cutest voice you could muster with the best puppy dog eyes. He was acting like he was YOUR lover so youre gonna take advantage. Sitting up in his lap and holding onto his face, you brushed your nose up to his. He melted into your touch with a contented sigh. It made you happy to see it but you need answers. "Won't my loving boyfriend please tell me what I wanna know before bed? Please?" You cutely begged.

"On one condition."

DAMMIT, you were so sure that'd work. "And that is?"

"Information isn't free. I think a fitting price would be..." He looked at your lips.

You blushed. He's....asking for a kiss...? You can't help but smile. "A kiss?"

He looked back up at your eyes.

"Information first, then reward." You said playfully.

He pouted but obliged, leaning back on the headboard with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Yes Kitten, that was my doing." You were about to yell at him but he interrupted. "No, I did not look. I just wanted to be sure you'd be comfortable."

"Ok, good." You signed in relief. You knew he wasnt a pig and he wouldn't do anything, but it still was a relief to know. "Do my friends know I'm ok?"

"They will. I plan to send for them later on."

And now for the biggest question. "How long am I gonna be here..?"

He raised a brow at that. "As long as you'd like. Though with how you complained about your life, I assumed you would wish to stay permanently."

You looked away, biting your lip as you thought. You had to admit, it was very tempting. You didn't have much of a life back home. You didn't talk to your family, your friends back at the hotel were your only friends, and you hadn't had a job for a little while. There was still your cat though, Youd die before leaving him behind. And your mothers necklace.

On the other hand, its a completely different life. One that'd be far more dangerous. He'd protect you no problem and would likely even train you himself if you were up for it. There was just a lot of things to consider. You could probably get away with being lazy and not doing anything but you didn't wanna be dead weight. You didn't want him to have to teach you to be productive but the man did love quality time.

Then there's also the other guys. Would they recognize you like he did or would they only care for your MC? You didn't really care much for them, you've always been a Sylus girl, but you also liked them enough to not wanna hurt them (except Celab. He's scary).

You looked back at him as he patiently waited for your reply. If you stayed, you'd finally be with someone you love, and who actually loves you back.

"Would I be able to go back long enough to get a few things?" You asked nervously.

He smiled. "I assume so."

"No, I mean....would you be ok if I-"

He interrupted by pulling you in a tight embrace again, cradling your head as he rubbed his nose to yours before resting his forehead on your own. "I trust you to come back to me Kitten."

You signed with a dreamy smile, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of being so close now that all your current questions were answered. "Its settled then." You probably wouldn't be able to tell your friends though. Knowing John, he wouldn't want you to stay here forever cause it's not a real world. You just have to make up a reason to come back later.

"Satisfied Kitten?" He wasn't really questioning that, you knew he's just looking for his reward.

"Yes." You giggled and finally gave the man his reward. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with as much love as you could, getting back the same amount back from him.

This was gonna be a great life. You could feel it.

THE WAY U COMING TO ME WITH A FULL FIC HAS ME IN SHAMBLES 👁👄👁🩷✨️!?!?! AND YOU EXPECT IMMA JUST READ AND SAY GOODBYE??

After the package that was just sent? ..my luv this ain't a little letter you just leave inside my mailbox and I throw out ...everybody else gotta read this too 😭😭 and I would do it with a full mic if I gotta

I ain't gonna lie thooooo ... u make this so hard for me not to write sylus 👀👀 because it's not only such a good idea but it's so unique in itself!? ...like I was a doctor who girlie ��🩷 mixing my two faves into one would be a literal God send✨️

I say ...no sylus for a week ...madam8 says: nah ..take sum sylus pills anyway💅🏻✨️

[bigdaddyelvislover]

Untitled, Part 1

Elvis fanfiction

I'm still learning how to write good content

You're out for a stroll in your large garden filled with all the fruits and flowers as you desire. You sit down by the brook and watch the water splash and drops jump. You look up at your stone castle, decorated by vines trailing far up, adorning the balcony to your bedroom at the top. Turning back to the brook again, you lift your gaze to the path on the other side going into the lush and tight forest. Its getting boring as normally in your silent but luxurious life. You rise up and jump over the brook, and stroll into the woods. They're large, thick trees, perfect for climbing in and sleeping in. The grass is soft under your thin leather soles. You come to a slightly more open place, where the sun is shining through the leaves and creating a lightshow on the ground. Its peaceful and beautiful. Then you hear rustling. You look around, but dont see anyone. But you can hear where its coming from- your left. You run behind a tree, and watch from there, in case it is a dangerous animal. But still no one to see, only a few faint sounds, that are moving in the direction of the way you came. You hurry to the backside of another tree, and keep following the sound like that, until you come back to the brook by your garden. Then you see it. Its a human you've been following. He comes out of the woods. A young man in his 20s. You stand behind the last large tree and observe him. He has come into your garden, and starts picking the fruit from your trees, gathering many sorts in his large straw basket. He is dressed poorly, in a big light grey linen shirt and brown pants rolled up to his knees. But his figure is much more appealing. His hair is black and soft-looking. His profile is delicate, with long lashes, straight nose, and plump lips. And his bare feet are manly yet elegant.

You keep watching as he moves about by the fruit, occasionally looking around himself to make sure he's unnoticed, plucking apples, figs, lemons, cauliflowers and the largest pumpkin youve got. Then he returns to where he came from out of the forest. You quickly hide yourself behind the tree again, and peek out. He has a slightly miserable look on his face. You watch from your hiding spot as he walks through the woods, and when he's about 50 meters away, you silently follow him, so far behind you can barely tell where he is. You walk for a long time, sometimes thinking you've lost him, but then spotting him again. Then you lose him for good. You dont know if you should run to catch up with him or be careful in case you've gotten closer without knowing. But you keep walking slowly, hiding behind tree to tree until you see something different. Up on a small hill, is something that looks like planks. You climb up the tree, but being cautious so he wont notice you, if he's still near. When you come far enough up, you see houses. Small wooden houses, tightly placed. But it looks empty of life. You keep looking, trying to see through the few windows, but it's dark. Then you suddenly see him, and you quickly jump down to a lower branch to not be seen. He's still carrying his large basket, and he walks from one tiny house to the other, and seems to rummage in there, but it's too dark to see clearly. He comes back out without the food basket. "So that shack might be a pantry?" He goes back into the first house, and stays there for a while. You keep looking in hope that he might reappear. You make yourself more comfortable on the large branches, insistent you want to see what he does. After a long time, he re-emerges, carrying wood and a pot. He puts the wood down on the outdoors fireplace, and lights a fire, and puts the filled pot on top. He goes back into the pantry and brings the cauliflower back to the fireplace and starts cutting it and puts it in the boiling water. "So this is how he cooks?" You keep observing him cooking and eventually eating his soup. Your compassionate heart feels sorry for this stranger. He's alone, sitting on the ground eating food he took from your property, and wearing these poor man clothes. "He looks so sweet". Deep down, you want to bring him to your castle and give him better food and better clothes, but you don't dare to speak to him and let him know you think poorly of him. You so much wish you could help him, but your overthinking gets the better of you.

You carefully make your way down from the tree, feeling sadder than you've felt in a long time. You start your stroll back to your property, thinking about what you can do for him in a discreet way. But then you hear quick footsteps, running, then a voice: "are you watching me?"

Your heart starts beating so hard you think you're gonna pass out. The man you've been spying on has caught you. Too out of yourself to think, you turn around and face him. He looks upset, but not very. But his facial expression changes quickly after you face him. Then he sees: you're the rich girl whose garden he took from. When you see his upset expression changes into a worried one, you understand he might know that you know his secret. You speak: "don't worry, you don't need to pay me. You can take what you need". He goes back to looking miserable like he did the first time you saw him earlier today. He says: "I apologise... I shouldn't have taken anything or come close to your place" Then he turns and begins walking away. But you call out "I wanna help!"

He stops and turns back to you, but doesn't say anything and doesn't change expression. You decide to speak your mind and not worry if he feels insulted. "I feel bad for you. I have all this property and get what I want, and you need to get from others and live in tiny houses and wear dirty baggy clothes! I hate seeing people suffer".

He looks straight down, not wanting to show his face. You continue: "do you have anyone?"

He says in a serious voice while still looking away in shame: "No, its only me".

You feel a pang of sorrow. He looks unbearably miserable; poor and lonely.

You say: "Do you want to visit me? We can eat fat food and I'll give you new clothes."

But his pride, the little he has, has taken a wound. But he knows he should. He finally looks up at you again, and nods. "Follow me", you say, and start walking. He follows after the trail of your silk dress, feeling more like he's gonna get arrested than pampered. Soon you come to your home, the stone castle, which is smaller than most castles, but makes a beautiful scenery. You lead the way up the path in your garden, with tall flowers and bushes on either side, and into the cool shadow of the tower. You walk past the guard with him, who looks unhappy with this poorly dressed stranger, but doesn't say anything, because you're the one in charge. You get the cook to make a big meal for him, and in the meantime, you lead him around the castle, up steep stairs, through hallways made purely out of stone and ligthed with large torches, until you come to a decorated and more cozy room with a large wardrobe. You walk in and find fresh clothes for him; embroidered white cotton pants and shirt, and leather shoes, and tell him to change behind the folding screen. He does so, and you can see a slight shadow moving hurriedly, understanding he doesn't trust you and wants to get dressed before you come and see him.

He has now changed and is sitting by the large table and eating. You observe him. He's eating in a hurry, seemingly hungry. He's so beautiful too. You can't help but stare at his face. His looks are perfect. His eyes are gentle and drowsy, and his cheeks soft-looking and round, stuffed with food. He looks so innocent. "What's your name?" you ask.

"Elvis"

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Part 2 out now. Hopefully it will be better.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

whats been some of your fave dandys world fic reqs that youv written so far, im curious!

Ohhhhhh, that's an interesting question!! I did like writing for all of them! My favorites would probably have to be the ones with Shelly and Vee (I know I'm SUCH a simp, no need to tell me-) and it might come as a surprise for some people but I genuinely have a lot of fun writing angst for this game! My favorite scenarios would have to be something that has to do with twisteds, actually!

It's probably one of the things that genuinely has me intrigued about this game, I really really want to learn more or see more lore about the twisteds! How do they turn into them? Is it through injuries? Is it with very negative emotions? Both?? Does it take long for them to become twisters?? Do they even sleep? Get hungry?? Do they chase toons for their ichor or something else?? What does the ichor operation even do?? I'm SO curious!! I have enjoyed coming up with scenarios about them so much, truly!!

I also like exploring and coming up with headcanons about how their life would be after becoming twisteds and when readers request something with twisteds, I can't lie, it gets my brain going with SO many ideas and more! It's also something I enjoy where I have to write a specific character and how they will act as a twisted. Like, let's take twisted Toodles, for example! I gathered ideas from her animations in game and I definitely see her as a very energetic and chaotic twisted, I feel like she would cause a mess constantly and I even headcanon that she holds her plushie close wherever she goes, it's really fun to imagine!

It could also be because I have played SO many solo runs and I'm guessing observing the twisteds when I'm hiding and waiting for them to go away for way too long got my brain going and going with ideas about them as well as being inspired by their old personalities! So I have a lot of fun when the request has a twisted reader or a toon or both, hehe.

And also Shelly and Vee cuz I'm genuinely not normal about those two and ughhh they are so pretty and amazing and sobs sobs sobs

[storiesofmyhead]

Part 1 to my blurb that i put out yesterday.

I decided to elaborate on Part 1.5 as I was quite fond of the idea.

My OC's name is Valarie, she is an all-white pure doe, who is also a cannibal, her eyes are pitch black. She is the sister of Velvette who died at the same time as her sister at the at of 21.

"Rosie I'm not so sure about this. What if he doesn't like me." I worry.

"Oh sweetheart. He will love you. I just know it. You just can bring up the Vee part alright?"

Taking a deep breath I nod. "Alright. Ive got this."

"Youve got this. Now go out there and get your man."

Sending her a look I walk out of her house.

~~~~

Knocking on the door, I stand outside gathering my courage. I never was the one to just talk to a boy especially, a boy that could just rip my head off before I even knew what was happening.

The door opens to show Alastor in all of his glory, his smile shinning at me.

"Hello! The name's Alastor my dear~ Pleasure meeting you!" He speaks. "Miss MorningStar is not here currently but I can answer any of your questions for now!"

I smile at him, using all of my strength to keep my tail from wagging. "Hello Alastor. I am Valarie, it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart~" He grinned, extending his hand out in a polite manner for a handshake.

Reaching mine out, I grab his as I take in his appearance. My eyes find his red ears and short antlers as they follow his body down to his hoofs.

'So, he's a deer, or I guess a buck. He must have a tail. I bet it would be so cute, though his stupid coat covers it.'

"You know my friend Rosie, don't you?" I ask though it wasn't really a question, I already knew he did. "She speaks very highly of you, you know. Going on and on about how much of a gentleman you are." I smile softly.

"Rosie? Of course, I know my dear Rosie! Very good friend of mine, she is." He chuckles a bit. "She's a very charming gal. I have no doubt she'd talk about me!" He laughs.

I smile knowing that he appreciates their friendship as much as I know Rosie does. "Well, she sent me over here telling me how we would get along, so tell me Alastor. What do you do for fun around here?" My eyes gleam with mischief.

"Oh-ho, you want to know what I do for fun?" A small smile apparent of his face as he leans down to my shorter frame, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mhm." I hum my eyes staying connected with his as I leaned up towards him.

"Well~ Let's see, I enjoy cooking, making deals with other disloyal, miserable sinner, and I must say I do have a rather enjoyable taste for the radio." He grins. "And you, my dear? What do you do for enjoyment?"

"Hmmm~" I hum in thought before grinning up at him. "I do like playing with the feelings of poor, miserable sinners. Oh! or maybe making them suffer while I tear them apart limb from limb. I feel as if they just taste so much better after they suffer, don't you agree?" I grin my sharp teeth at him, basically drooling at the thought.

Alastor just grinned more, his smile growing wider. "Oh, of course I do, darling! The fear in their eyes, the screams that slowly turn into agonized sobs as they realize no help is coming to their rescue. It's just so entertaining.

"Mhm." I nod before furrowing my eyebrows. "You do seem quite familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Quite familiar? We've never met before, love." He chuckles a small bit, he was certain he'd remember a girl just like Valarie.

"Hm. Well then, I'm glad we've met now." i smile though I rack my brain trying to think of where I've met him before. Inhaling sharply realizing my mistake. Though I've never met him formally, I've heard so much.

'I shouldn't have taken Rosie up on this offer, when I recognized his name I should've stopped her and declines but it was just too tempting. The way she told me how we would match perfectly, had my little doe tail wagging like a puppy seeing it's owner after they left. Vox is going to be so angry if he finds out.' My thoughts run wild.

"Is something the matter, dear? I couldn't help but notice your small huff." His red eyes were trained on me like an eagle, every small detail of me, I knew he noticed. His cane tapping the ground as I think of an answer.

I clear my throat and shake my head softly. "No, nothing at all. I just remembered something Rosie told me is all." I chuckled nervously.

'Fuck, please don't find out Vox.' i think.

"Oh? And what did Rosie happen to tell you?" Did she mention anything about me~" He had a small sly grin playing at his lips, I knew he could sense my nerves. 'This would be so fun unravel' Alastor thinks.

"W-well." I stutter.

'Stutter? When the hell did I start stuttering' I think.

"Nothing much, only that she thought we would make the best of friends." I smile batting my eyelashes at him.

He chuckled once more, his grin getting even more wide as he listened to me stutter. "Oh, darling, I can hear the nervousness in your voice~ Are you sure that's the only thing she told you?"

I felt as if he was a predator, and I was his prey that he had caught in his trap, he'll continue to slowly close the gaps on me until I can't move.

The ears on the top of my hear twitch as my tail wiggles a bit. "Nope." My cheeks grow red.

'What the hell is going on. I've never felt or acted like this before." I thought.

"I know you're nervous and trying so desperately to hide it~" He was so close to me, as his cane dropped to the ground. "Your face is all red and your tail is wagging. You've either caught a fever, or your nervous. And I have a feeling it's not the former."

I giggle and take a step back. "Ah yes, I do feel a bit hot. I think I am coming down with something."

"Oh?" He takes one more step towards me, closing the distance once more. "Really~ Is it because you find me so enticing?" He grins, his head leaning down and his voice now but a whisper in my ear as he slowly grabs my hand. Bringing it up to his lip, he gently places a kiss on it.

My eyes flutter a bit as I weakly shake my head.

He slowly lowers my hand from his lips, holding it as lets it hang between us. "Is it because you have a thing for tall, dapper men?" he chuckles a bit.

"U-uhm. I-I should get going. I'm sure Rosie is dying to know all the details of our conversation. You know how she is." I say making no movement to leave.

He grins once more. "Hmm, really?" He held my chin in his hand, causing me to look up at him, my face red.

I can feel my tail wagging no matter how hard I try to move away I can't.

His hand slowly moves up from my chin to the top of my head, gently rubbing it. "Aww, look at you! You're a pretty little thing~ You remind me of a adorable, tiny doe stuck in the headlights of a car~" He coo's.

Humming at the sensation as he pets my head and ears, I barely hear his words.

"See? You're like a puppy for me! So cute, so small. So easy to manipulate!" He takes step closer, his other hand slithering onto my waist as a sly look held in his eyes. "So cute and so. Submissive~"

I whimper a bit. "I... really should... get. Going~" I say still making no move to leave.

'Why am I acting like this. I'm an overlord for fucks sake.' I think.

He grins as he slowly tightened his grip, pulling me closer to himself. "Hmmm. Are you sure? Because the tone of your voice says the contrary~ You say you're trying to leave, but your body says no~"

"Mhm." I hum. "Vox is going to be-" My eyes widen at the hidden information I just let out.

Hearing the name, instantly made Alastor's expression change from what once was flirtatious to now serious, his eyes wide. "Repeat that." He demanded. It was the first time in a while that Alastor would let someone see him with a genuine shocked expression, and when it faded, it was replaced by a glare.

"I- umm." My breathing labored. My pitch-black eyes, that said to anyone who looked at me that I was a cannibal, wide as my tail and ears twitched nervously.

"I said repeat that." His expression was harsh, his hand gripped my chin once more, forcing me to look at him. "Did I hear correctly? Vox? As in that big screen bastard with blue eyes?"

I whimper. "I didn't want to ruin this I-I'm sorry. I'm part of the Vees. You've never seen me before because I hand out in cannibal town more than I do them."

His hand let's go of my chin, instead grabbing me by the arm, his grip quite strong as it stung a bit. "Of course you're with that damn bastard." he growled.

'I had no idea as to why I felt the need to apologize, but ive never felt this feeling before. My death coming at the young age of 21 led me to never fulling feel the connection between someone else. The connection I had just broke between us. Maybe there was never a connection, and it was just me, but it doesn't matter because it's all gone now.' I spiraled. My eyes dart to his hand that held my arm as I winced a bit at the pain. My ears laid back against my head.

It seemed that Alastor realized how harsh his grip was as he loosened it. "Apologies, I don't mean to be so harsh love. It's that prick's fault. He's pissed me off and he's a damn pain in my ass."

"I-it's ok. I'm sure you want me to leave now. I can tell Rosie it just didn't work out. She'll be sad, but I can tell her that I just didn't feel anything."

He stayed quiet and thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm. How do you like Vox? he's one of your friends, correct? You talk to him and spend time with him?"

"Mhm. I guess so." I shrug.

He grinned as he gently ran his hand through my hair, his expression changing to his usual joyful one. "Well, love, how about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of deal?" My eyes looking up at him wide with curiosity.

He grinned as he lowered himself to be eye to eye with her. "Well dear, it's quite simply actually. Just to be mine. You'll spend lots of time with me and as an added bonus~ You'll be able to get back Vox. How does that sound, sweetheart."

"Why would I want to get back at Vox? He's always been so kind to me. Being a part of the Vees has given me so many things."

He slowly ran his hand through my hair once more, a small chuckle slipping from his mouth. "Of course, he's been nice to you~ He's putting on a kind mask for you. he would never admit it, but he treats those he sees weaker than him like objects. He's a lying, greedy, sadistic bastard. You'd be much better off without him, sweetheart~."

I look down. "But what about my sister, Velvette. She'll be so mad at me."

He held my chin once more, this time much kinder than before. "Darling, who cares what she thinks? And plus, I'll be here to protect you~ You don't' have to worry about a thing~"

"I don't know. I just can't leave my sister like that." My eyes connect with his. "If I accept- what would that mean for my freedom. I already have quite a lot as an overlord especially since I am one of the strongest of the Vees."

He hummed as he let go of my chin, his hand now resting on my collarbone, as his thumb gently rubs at my neck. "Oh, darling. When you become mine, I wouldn't dare hold you prisoner, unless it's in my arms~ I'd let you have free reign of the world, and you'll have the privileges of being my darling. Does that not sound like a good deal?~"

I can feel myself getting red at the thought of being his. "But we just met. How do you know if you really want this. I don't want to be led on or used because of my status with the Vees." I pout up at him.

He chuckled softly at my pout as it looked adorable in his eyes. His hand moves a piece of my platinum blonde hair out of my face. "Of course I want this, sweetheart. And let me tell you, I don't often like letting a girl under my wing, so you should take this as a compliment. You're a sweet, strong, and beautiful girl. Why wouldn't I want you~"

"I-I don't know." I say nervous.

he grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked down at me. "So is that a yes... That you'll be mine~" His grin widened as his hand gently cupped my cheek, tilting it upwards.

I sigh, contemplating it, before nodding.

He grinned wildly as he quickly scooped me up in his arms, lifting me up and holding me in his arms bridal style. He chuckles, nuzzling my neck affectionately. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm gonna have so much fun with you~"

I giggle at his affection wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nuzzled me more, placing small kisses along my neck and shoulder as he held me close. "You're so small and adorable. You're the perfect size for me to pick up and hold~ I bet you'll look so cute in my clothes as well." His eyes widen.

I feel myself heat up. "What is with this affection. Rosie told me you never were one for it. " I smile.

"Ah- You were talking with little miss Rosie about me?" He grinned, nuzzling my cheek. "Is that so?" He chuckled. "Rosie's wrong. I love giving affection to my partner. Someone I could share it with privately."

Turning my head I place a kiss on the tip of his, nuzzling it. "I really do have to get going. Rosie will start to believe you killed me if I don't." I giggle.

He grinned, placing yet another kiss on my cheek. "Aw~ Just when I was starting to enjoy this affection time? I suppose you're right, love. i guess we can't keep her waiting." He pauses setting me back down of the floor. "But before you go, I have on request."

"Mhm." I hum, looking at him patiently, love evident in my eyes.

He grins holding me close, rubbing my waist gently with his thumb. "Why not give me a kiss before you go, love~"

My eyes widen at his request as I stand still.

He pulls me closer until I was pressed against his body. "Aww, don't get too shy on me now, love. After all, I'm sure you've been wondering how it'd feel to kiss me, haven't you~"

"I-uhm."

He chuckles before surprising me as he gently cupped my face in his hand, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Don't be shy love. I know you've been wanting it~" His face lowered to mine as his lips met mine. It was a slow and gently kiss as his hand moved down from my face to my waist, keeping me as close as possible.

I hum into the kiss, melting into his body. He in return smiled into the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

I pull away and smile at him. "I really do have to go now."

His grin still pulled on his lips, he takes my hand and kisses the back. "I suppose you're right, love. Can't keep Rosie waiting."

"Goodbye Alastor." I say softly.

"Goodbye, love." He kisses my forehead. "Remember, you're mine now~ And I'll be seeing you soon~"

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay soooo i kindaa had a silly idea and ran with it…. Fem!dazai who’s a monsterfucker with an AFAB!reader who is ALSO monsterfucker?

-Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

Reader then looks up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when reader can’t pick on,she just covers their eyes and makes em pick one.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk. Honestly I doubt she’d mind~ I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

I hope its okie and not too much😭

ALSO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW U WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!!!

Lets just imagine my icon is um lactose free cheese?(is that a thing?)

Anywho! OMG GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!!! Ive got exams on monday too #A Levels🥲 I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!!

Stay safe! Study well and i believe in you!

-🧀

DEAR LORD 🧀, WANT SOME WORD COUNT LIMIT WITH THAT ESSAY 😭⁉️

I love how dedicated you are lol.

But you’re missing the part where Fem!Dazai would get a double sided monster dildo just to share with you so you could fuck yourselves stupid on it. And she only gets more enthusiastic about it when your pussies meet in the middle and your clits rub against each other 🤭

OOOO ALSO BONUS BUT UHM, I HAVE A FEM! CHUUYA x READER x FEM! DAZAI SMUT DRAFT SITTING IN MY DOCS THAT WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE WHAT I POSTED INSTEAD OF JUST THE FEM! CHUUYA SMUT 😶 I had the idea written down but I never wrote it. (I want to though.)

[smolweeblets]

Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

~~~~~

Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

[o-sunny-day]

i’m sure you’re all wondering why I gathered you all here today.

*Forgettable AU Wingdings, Flowey, Papyrus, post-accident Sans, pre-accident Sans, and Gaster sitting in a meeting room*

THIS SONG. LAPLACE’S ANGEL. BY WILL WOOD. IS PERFECT. FOR WINGDINGS’ INSANE ARC.

…I THINK- idk the comic hasn’t shown that yet- uh-

Im PRETTY SURE ITS PERFECT FOR WINGDINGS’ INSANE ARC‼️ and i wanna rant about it to anyone that cares to listen cause THIS SERIES IS SO COOL

allow me to explain all of the lines i have drawn out here (they are not in order. this is so messy.)

IF YOU WERE IN MY SHOES YOU’D WALK THE SAME DAMN MILES I DO: WD lashing out at either Alphys or Sans for questioning his… methods (scientific methodsHEHEHEHEHE) Like if you were in his shoes (knowing your life is a game) youd want to do.. whatever hes doing.

NOBODY DIES AGNOSTIC: WD died- he was not agnostic when he died. He views himself and/or the player as some sort of diety. speaking of which…

YOU COULD BREAK AN ANGELS FALL AND IGNORE THE DEVILS CALL: whats fun about this line is it kinda works both ways. What kind of player are you? an angel or a devil?

THE ONLY ONES IN NEED OF LOVE ARE THE ONES THAT DONT RECEIVE ENOUGH: The only real social interaction/love WD got/gets (until Alphys) are from his brother, and its just not enough. *sniff* *WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGGHHHFHDH*

anywho, NEATLY FOLD YOUR SKELETONS BUT STILL CANT SHUT THE CLOSET DOOR: Self explanatory, skeletons inside your closet. I think in an old post it was mentioned that Papyrus threw out a lot of WDs old clothes, so maybe this is after he just woke up/was born(????) he looked inside the closet and found neatly folded lab coats and dress shirts that made him feel REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE so he chucked em

WHATEVER YOU THINK OF ME: *sans silently judges, and worries for his brothers sanity as he yells at him about how ‘if you were in his same shoes, youd walk the same damn miles i do.*

AM I BAD, AM I BAD, AM I BAD, AM I REALLY THAT BAD: bros just kinda losing it at this point, dunno if hed feel guilty at this point or double down but this is assuming he feels guilty but still doubles down

SO IF YOU WASH YOUR HANDS OF WHERE YOUVE BEEN UNTIL YOU FLOOD THE SECOND FLOOR: this is just a cool asf line- hes BEEN in the void so yeah if he washed his hands of that-

IT DOESNT TAKE A KILLER TO MURDER JUST A REASON TO KILL: Like its been said/implied before, WD wasnt like a MONSTER i dont think he experimented on people or killed them or hurt em in any way that wasnt emotionally- BUT STILL THIS IS A COOL LINE and its more about Flowey than anything. Hes a reason Papyrus would hypothetically kill in self defense (before the pacifist run) (and ofc papyrus doesnt- but YOU GET ME)

THANK YOU, GOD: self explanatory-

I PROMISE THIS SONG WORKS- idk HOW shitty Wingdings is/was but the fact that he was, theres religious themes, AND theres some guilt involved?? ITS PERFECT

Also i just really love Will Wood- highly recommend all his stuff its pretty great, and really good for Deltarune stuff cause of all the religious themes

6Up 5Oh is a perfect song for chapter 3 (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE UNDYNE SHOW UP IN THE DARK WORLD PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

Also Papyrus is SO I/me/myself inside, and outside this AU

[kirbyddd]

ultima 4 is sublime

it's unbelievable how well the gameplay has aged. it's not just notable for its place in history, it's a piece of art worth experiencing to this day

you MUST use a notebook though, every secret and puzzle in the game is solvable without a guide and surprisingly streamlined, but you MUST TAKE NOTES

they don't have to be detailed or anything, just when someone says "Some dude in this town can do X" or "I heard theres a hidden path behind the shop in town Y" write it down: "X guy in Town," "path behind shop in Y." Once you figure out the format of what you need to master the virtues it's easy to make a little organized list that basically becomes your guide for where to head next, so there's never really blind wandering around.

the whole game is a network of rumors and secrets, but unlike most old rpgs (and honestly many modern ones), every solution is discoverable in game just by talking to npcs. for everything else the game books literally give you maps and directions

also ignore the spellbook and class info theyre great atmosphere and imagination to read but theyre overwhelming if you think they actually describe the game mechanics as they claim (classes are mechanically meaningless and reagents are like 1g each so youll have infinite of them... meaning in practice spells work the same as in any other game) Ultima games are far simpler than their manuals make out, as is the case for most classic passion projects where instruction manuals were more canvases for the creators to share their dreams for the experience they wanted to create rather than technical reference guides

also dont run from battles it'll drain your Valor that's really the only regular annoyance, but battles only take a few seconds anyways once youve gathered your party so it's not that big a deal

also MAKE SURE YOU TALK TO EVERY SKELETON IN THE SPOOKY TOWN there are a bunch of generic ones who dont say anything but there's ONE skeleton who looks exactly like all the others who gives you a critical hint so make sure you dont miss him. i did and that was the one thing that got me stuck after completing nearly the entire game hgfvhsjsy. that was the only easily missable thing like that i encountered in the entire game so it threw me for a loop. but i guess the fact that it's the only easily missable clue in the game is testament to how thorough and thoughtful Ultima 4's design was compared to other rpgs of the time. JUST MAKE SURE TO TALK TO ALL THE SKELETONS