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[flightlessangelwings]

The Bet

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.7k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n

Notes- For Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! This was very fun to write and also a challenge to make it in character and believable for Veracruz! But I think I accomplished that and I'm very happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

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“Relax, Comandante,” you cooed.

Veracruz only growled as he gritted his teeth. 

You smirked, “I thought you were a man of your word, V.”

“Yes, cariño,” he grumbled. It was a bet he never thought he would lose… and he lost, putting him on his knees in front of you. He never thought he would find himself in this situation, which is why he took the bet in the first place. He thought it was a sure thing for him. Yet his pride couldn’t deny you your winnings. And he also couldn’t help but notice you were a little too excited to be able to do this to him.

“Trust me, V,” you whispered softly as you pulled your fingers out of Veracruz. You had spent extra time working him open, making sure he was ready for your strap. You had asked how he wanted to position himself, and he chose to be on his hands and knees. As much as you would have liked for your comandante to lay on his back so you could see his face, you understood that this was a lot for him. It was vulnerable enough for Veracruz to even allow you to fuck his ass, and you couldn’t ask any more of him.

He groaned as he felt you position yourself at his entrance. Veracruz closed his eyes and hisses as he felt the unfamiliar stretch of something new. You worked slowly, just pushing the tip of your strap into his entrance as you watched every muscle in your comandante’s body tighten. It was a role reversal you never thought would happen, and so many thoughts and emotions ran through you as you inched the toy deeper and deeper into him.

Caressing his body to try and ease the momentarily discomfort, you leaned forward and murmured in his ear, throwing a few familiar of the comandante’s words back at him, “You know the word if you need it.”

Veracruz groaned, “I think,” he gasped as you pushed the strap more into him, “You are enjoying this a little too much, cariño.”

You only huffed, hiding the smirk from his gaze as he dropped his face onto the mattress. Truthfully, you were enjoying this, but not for the reason Veracruz’s assumed. This was because you wanted to know he would trust you in the same way you trusted him. You placed your body in his hands almost nightly now, and some of the things you both enjoyed doing required that level of care. With this reversal, he told you that he was as safe with you as you were with him.

And it meant more than words could express to you.

Veracruz grunted as your hips met his, the warmth of your skin contrasting the coolness of the strap that entered him. You stilled yourself for a moment to allow him to adjust, and you ran your hands along the bare skin of his ass and thighs as you waited.

“Move, cariño,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

“I thought I was in charge right now, V,” you quipped back.

He rolled his eyes as he adjusted his position to be more comfortable, “You are enjoying this way too much, cariño,” Veracruz replied in a sure tone.

In response, you rocked your hips back just slightly and then thrust forward again, eliciting a groan from his lips. You let out a whine of your own at the sound he made and repeated the motion. Running your hands across his back, you started to pick up your pace, mesmerized by the way the toy disappeared inside of your comandante over and over again.

Veracruz’s groans filled the room as he surrendered himself to you. It was the last position he thought he would find himself in, yet he couldn’t find any complaints. With every thrust, his resolve crumbled more, and his eyes rolled back every time the strap was fully sheathed inside of him. You moaned softly as you thrust your hips harder, mimicking the way he always fucked you.

As you pumped your strap in and out of him in a slow yet harsh rhythm, Veracruz realized something: you genuinely wanted this to feel good for him. This wasn’t any sort of payback for how hard he liked to fuck you. No, you wanted him to enjoy this. And he could tell you were enjoying yourself by the way you moaned softly, even with nothing inside you and the only stimulation on your clit being when you thrust fully inside him.

With that realization, Veracruz let out the most obscene sound he ever made in his life. He wasn’t even sure where it came from, but he felt overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotions that crashed through him as you fucked him. And it only heightened when you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock. 

“That’s it V,” you purred as you listened to the chorus of sounds he let out.

Skin slapped against skin as you rocked your hips back and forth, driving the strap deep inside Veracruz every time. He groaned as tingles of pleasure ran up his spine with every thrust of your hips, and a string of curses flowed from his lips.

“That’s my strong, Comandante,” you encouraged him while you pumped his cock faster, squeezing every spot you knew he liked. Because as well as he knew your body, you also knew his. You knew what drove him crazy, you knew exactly where to squeeze to make his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck… Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he felt his climax quickly approach.

But when you murmured his real name in his ear, the comandante lost it. As you drove the strap as deep as you possibly could, squeezing his cock and rubbing the trip with your thumb at the same time, he exploded. With a loud growl, Veracruz came hard, splashing the sheets below him as well as his own chest with his seed. His arms and legs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him, giving him the strongest orgasm of his life.

Veracruz’s mind went blank, something that never happens to him. You kept up your pace, working him through his climax with soft coos of encouragement until he collapsed down onto the bed. 

He flopped forward with an exasperated sigh, pulling your strap out of him in the process. Veracruz grunted as he laid on his stomach in his own release, taking deep breaths to slow his pounding heart. From behind him, he heard you shuffle as you took off the strap before you laid down next to him.

“V?” you whispered as you brushed a lock of hair off the side of his face, “Are you alright?” you asked, “You good?”

He groaned as he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. He never allowed himself to be vulnerable with anyone like that before, but it made him realize something else. Veracruz truly understood what it took for you to be so vulnerable with him. He knew it wasn’t weakness that you showed by submitting yourself to his whims. And he also knew that you didn’t think him weak for submitting himself to you now. In fact, you both knew it was the opposite. 

Burying his feelings down, Veracruz grumbled as he flipped himself over onto his back and reached out for you. You let out a squeal of surprise at his sudden burst of strength and suddenly found yourself on top of him. Veracruz looked up at you for a moment as you straddled his waist. For a moment, both of you froze. 

The heat in the room stabbed at both of your bare-skinned bodies, yet it didn’t bother either of you. Heavy breaths filled the air between you as you looked at each other in silence. Your chests rose and fell with each breath, exhaling in a heavy sigh each time. Neither you nor Veracruz communicated through words what you were feeling, but you knew from the look in each of your eyes what you were thinking. It was how it worked between the two of you- more action than words.

Veracruz was the first to move, the first to go into action again. He grabbed you and yanked you down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moaned into him as you rested your hands on his chest, gently kneading his pecs while you tasted him on your tongue. Veracruz’s hands roamed all over your body, caressing and squeezing your sides, your ass, your breasts…

“Ven aquí, cariño,” Veracruz groaned against your lips as his hands landed on your ass. He gripped it firmly, causing you to moan before you realized he was pushing you upwards, “Arriba,” he commanded. 

Swallowing hard, you nodded before you shuffled yourself up his body. Feeling bold, you paused when your pussy reached his chest, and you decided to lower yourself for a moment, grazing yourself along his skin. You whimpered softly as the heat from his chest warmed you from your core, and you felt the way his eyes bore into you as his gaze pointed. As he watched you rock yourself along his chest, he growled, causing you to gasp as you clit rubbed against his skin.

“You think you are cute, cariño?” Veracruz smirked. His eyes gave him away though- he was enjoying the little show you put on.

And you knew his tell by now, “You like it,” you whispered. A statement. You were feeling bold after he allowed you to fuck his ass. Leaning forward, you hovered your lips over his, teasing him. Yes, you were enjoying this… but so was he.

Veracruz smacked your ass hard in response, jolting you forward and crashing your lips into his. Veracruz took your lips possessively, kissing you deeply. His tongue immediately darted past your lips so he could taste you. Veracruz swallowed the moan you let out as he savored you and ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body with his calloused hands and making you moan more.

As he broke away from the kiss, Veracruz could see how your pussy glistened from the way you rode his chest, but there was something else he wanted you to ride. “Come here,” he growled as he tugged at your body, urging you to shimmy your way to his face faster.

Just as you were about to come back with a smart response, you reached his face with your knees framing his head. Veracruz wasted no time, and the moment your pussy was close enough, his mouth was on it. You cried out at the sudden harsh stimulation, almost forgetting about your own need while you fucked your comandante with the strap. Now you understood how he could go so long, making you cum over and over again before he even thought about his own release.

But the sensations hit you like a freight train. Veracruz lapped at your folds, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor. You immediately lost the strength in your arms and you collapsed down onto your elbows as you swam in pleasure. Your legs trembled on either side of Veracruz’ face as the sounds of his slurping echoed. 

“Fuck… V…” you whined as you felt your skin tingle. 

Your climax hit without warning and you came hard, gushing onto his face. You thought you were going to fully flop down onto your stomach, but Veracruz’ strong grip kept your hips up over his face. And he didn’t let up even as your orgasm subsided. 

Gripping the sheets, you knew he wasn’t finished with you yet. And you knew this was revenge for fucking his ass. Yet it didn’t feel like revenge as your second climax hit right behind the frist, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head down, muffling your screams as you bit the sheets.

He squeezed your ass in response before his hands ran down your thighs and slapped them. Veracruz paused for a moment, giving you the choice you always had: say your word and end it all or keep going. Because no matter how much he took control, ultimately, it was always up to you whether you took what he gave you or not. It was always your choice. Just like it was his to give it to you. Just like it was his to let you fuck his ass. 

You whimpered into the mattress, but said nothing, and the comandante took it as his que to continue. He started back with his tongue on your clit just as harshly as before, not letting up even though you’d cum twice already.

“Fuck! Comandante!” you screamed as you lifted your head to breathe. Even while he was below you, Veracruz was in completely control, not letting you go until he was satisfied.

Veracruz groaned into you as the taste of you drove him wild. So wild in fact that his cock hardened again despite how hard he came. Part of him thought he miscalculated in not having you face the other way so he could fuck your face while he devoured you, but he wasn’t going to break away from you now.

Instead, Veracruz let one hand off of you to pump his own cock while his tongue ran up and down your folds. He growled into you as his cock felt sore, just as your cunt did. But he was too lost in the moment to care.

Faintly, you heard the slick sound of Veracruz pumping his own cock over your moans, and it sent a pulse right to your pussy. You cried out loudly as he hummed into you, pushing you close to the edge once more.

“V…” you whimpered before you came for the third time, gushing so hard you heard the trickling of you release into his skin.

It only made Vercaruz more turned on as he pumped his cock harder. And yet, he still didn’t release your pussy from his mouth, and he kept working at your overly sensitive clit until you came one last time with a soft whimper. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as you fought to keep your knees from collapsing. 

And that was when the comandante came again, groaning into you as he splashing himself once more. 

Exhausted, both you and Veracruz couldn’t keep yourself up any longer and with a gasp you both flopped down. You lunged forward onto your stomach and his arms flopped to his sides. Heavy breathing filled the room again as you both recovered. Sweat and cum glistened over both your bodies as the smell of sex permeated the room. 

Veracruz was the first to move once more, pushing himself up to lay next to you, “Cariño…” he murmured as he rolled you onto your side and tucked you into his embrace.

You sighed contently as you laid on his chest, taking a deep breath, “I’m alright,” you whispered as you savored the way he cradled your body. You stayed like that for several moments before your brain caught up to you, “Wait, shouldn’t I be taking care of you tonight after…?”

He let out a short snort, “You already did, cariño,” he told you. 

You hummed with a smile on your face as you listened to the sound of his heart and traced random patterns on his chest, “I think you enjoyed yourself, Comandante,” you broke the silence.

Veracruz huffed, “You do taste good, cariño.” He knew exactly what you meant, and he knew you knew that. You chose not to challenge it though and just left it alone. You knew in his own way, he said what you wanted to know. 

Together, the two of you laid on the bed, both too exhausted to care about the sticky mess that covered both your bodies. His arms stayed tightly around you, holding you close as both your heart beats slowly returned to normal. That was until Veracruz broke the silence with a low voice.

“I would not be opposed to trying that again, cariño.”

You smirked in satisfaction against his chest. 

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Masterlist✨ A03

Hi! I’m Jamie and welcome to my blog! If you’d like updates for my work, my updates page is @mermaidgirl30-updates. I mostly write about Pedro Pascal characters. Always looking to converse about music, writing, video games, Pedro Pascal, really just anything ☺️ I am always open for requests and asks and will do my best to answer them 🩵 Dividers and Masterlist main pic by @saradika-graphics

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✨One Shots/Drabbles✨

Clouded Skies Drabble

Comfort in His Arms: A little Drabble about enjoying the sunrise while you’re being comforted and held by Joel. Soft, gentle, warm. He’s your forever.

Crimson Ties: Joel was a creature of the night, a monster who begged to be released from his curse. He wasn’t a good man, didn’t think he deserved anything that shined light on his dark soul. But there was you, the girl he so desperately wanted to stick around, if only for one more night.

Dominate Me: dom! reader x sub! Joel. You dominate Joel in the bedroom, and he takes every demand you give him.

Happy One Year, Baby: You forget your one year anniversary with Joel and don’t remember until you see a dozen roses with a love note left on your doorstep. Since he’s away on a work trip, you decide to get all dolled up to give him a little show over FaceTime

Haunt Me: Joel isn’t all that he seems. He might be dead, might be a ghost, might somehow just be trapped in a curse, but you find him. You always find him.

Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star: You’re performing at Coachella, throwing winks and flirting with your eyes as Joel Miller watches you from the side of the stage. He’s your bodyguard, and he should know better, but he wants you just as much as you want him.

I’ve Got You, Baby Girl: After suffering all day alone with cramps, Joel comes home from work to take care of you and gives you exactly what you need.

Jealousy, Jealousy: After having a bad breakup with Joel Miller, you decide you need a night to relax at the bar and find someone new. Little do you know, Joel is there and he’s not alone. Will you let your jealousy get the best of you or will you get revenge with another man at the bar?

Love and Coffee in the Mornings: This one's just a short fluffy/smutty one shot that's filled with morning love between Joel and reader.

My Heart I Surrender: Feelings and words never come easy to Joel, but they come out slowly and surely for you. So much angst coming off the pages on this story, and it's all in Joel's POV.

My Paper Heart Will Fold: Joel fights himself over his feelings for you, not wanting to admit they’re there. He finally comes to blatant terms that he can’t lose you. He can’t ever lose you. Not ever.

My, My, Such a Sweet Surprise: When you stumble upon a cute little property with a farmer’s market, you get more than you bargain for when you meet the man with honeysuckle eyes and a thick Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

Run Rabbit: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Soft: Just a little Drabble about Joel being in love. So very soft.

Stay in the Light: Joel gets injured after a raider attack, and he’s wishing he could’ve told you all the feelings he held back from you for so long

Take Me to Wonderland: You find yourself in Wonderland, but you think you’ve been here before. And the handsome stranger, Joel Miller, is someone that definitely seems familiar.

Tongue Tied: Your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, finds you in the kitchen eating some cherries. For your birthday, he gives you something that’ll make you a little tongue tied.

Welcome to the Moulin Rouge: Welcome to the Moulin Rouge where touches and gazing eyes turn to feelings and longing that overpower all senses. That’s where Joel meets you, the girl of all his desires. The girl that starts a fire inside him that he can’t control. But he’s not the only one after her. No. And he’ll have to share even though it destroys him.

✨Series✨

Can You Please Be Mine?: (Ongoing multiple part series)

No Outbreak!Joel x fem! reader

It’s a hot summer’s day in Austin, and you’re cooling off by having a cold ice cream cone while riding the carousel at the fair. You see a handsome, older man that you think is just the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and you just wonder what it’d be like if he took you home with him.

Captured in the Woods:

(Ongoing multiple part series)

Joel Miller x fem! reader

Joel books a nice secluded Airbnb cabin out in the middle of Southwest Texas to get a little alone time with you for a weekend. Little do you know, you’re not alone. You’re being stalked by a deranged family, and you’re going to have to fight your way to make it out alive.

Crimson Tango: A Dance of Diamonds and Revenge: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Moulin Rouge Joel x fem! reader

Joel Miller doesn’t know what awaits him as he takes on a maintenance job at the Moulin Rouge. He doesn’t know he’ll meet the absolute love of his life, the Sparkling Diamond, as his world comes crashing down around him fast. Will he be able to stay away when he’s warned not to touch the dancers? Will he listen or will he challenge that pull that draws him to the one thing that sets his soul on fire?

Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller: (Ongoing multiple part series)

dbf! Joel x fem! reader

After going out with your classmate from graduate school, Mr. Miller doesn’t take so kindly to your date when he sees you out and about with the college jock. Will the older, attractive man you’ve been pining after for years finally give you what you’ve been wanting for so long? The only problem is that he’s your dad’s best friend.

Dancing With Fire: (Ongoing multiple part series)

maintenance man! Joel x ballet dancer fem! reader

You’re starring in the ballet Swan Lake, taking on the lead role in New York at a huge theater. You practice day and night and are always staying after hours. One day you notice the hot maintenance worker, Joel, and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off him. Lucky for you, he can’t keep his eyes off you either.

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost: (Ongoing multiple part series)

pleasure dom! Joel x fem/sub! reader

After your friends drag you out to Club Inferno on a Friday night, you meet an unexpected man with dark brown eyes. That man is Joel Miller, who turns out to be the owner of the club. The menace that will turn your life upside down. After not dating for a couple of years, Joel finds out and strikes up a proposition for you. Keep coming back and he’ll make sure you experience pleasure like you’ve never felt before.

Deep Blue: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Diver! Joel Miller x marine biologist! FOC

Swimming with great white sharks was always on your bucket list. Now that you’ve graduated with your master’s degree in marine biology, that’s the only thing you want to do. Luckily your friend, Jenna, pulls some strings and gets you on a private shark diving tour. What she didn’t tell you was that your diving guide, Joel Miller, was going to be ridiculously hot. Will you survive the dive or will you end up falling for the man of your dreams?

Destined Hearts: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Joel Miller x fem! reader

After a messy break up with Joel, the two of you cross paths again unexpectedly at the lake. Everything seems to fall back into place, and you slowly start to fall back in love with him. Maybe he just might be your forever.

Enchant Me: (Ongoing multiple part series)

soft! Joel x witchy garden fem! reader

Joel delivers a custom built table to a little house out in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t realize he’s going to fall for the girl behind the doors of that small purple house. He falls head over heels for her special herbal tea, tarot card readings, and talks of nature and plants as he keeps going back to see her.

Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Bodyguard! Joel Miller x singer fem! reader

Joel’s your broad, handsome bodyguard that you flirt with and secretly dream about. Little do you know, he can’t seem to keep his eyes or his hands off you for long. The two of you should know better, but after Coachella it’s so obvious that you can’t stay away from one another. Could he be your end game?

Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries: (Ongoing multiple part series)

paleontologist! Joel x fem researcher! reader

After going under the wings of doctor Miller, the hottest paleontologist you’ve ever seen, he takes you on a little adventure as his research assistant. You’ll get more than just knowledge and dinosaurs, you’ll also end up getting the sweet scientist who can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Look for the Light: (Completed)

outbreak! Joel x fem! reader

Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

Love Amidst the Blue: (Ongoing multiple part series)

sailor! Joel x mermaid fem! reader

Joel sets out on the Tyrrhenian Sea with his crew in search for hidden treasure. What he doesn’t know is that he’ll meet a beautiful mermaid that will turn his world upside down. Will he win her over or will he introduce a long ago foe to the mermaids of the hidden underwater city of Capri?

Royalty Clad in Silver Armor: (Ongoing multiple part series)

knight! Joel x princess fem! reader

You’re the royal princess of Ireland and your parents are hounding you to find a suitable man to marry. Joel gets placed as your protector (knight in shining armor) and swears an oath to put your life before his own. But after meeting him for the first time, you don’t want to leave him alone. In fact, you can’t help but to pine after him, even though he is off limits to you.

Slip Into Me: (Ongoing multiple part series)

QZ! Joel x fem! reader

After getting caught by a FEDRA soldier in the QZ, a certain broad smuggler comes to your rescue. He’s not at all what you expect. He’s reserved, intense, and intimidating. But you soon find out he’s not all brick walls and harsh words like you thought. You just might be the one that tears down his walls and helps him see the light again in a torn up, infected world.

Tear You Apart: (Ongoing multiple part series)

dark! Joel x fem! reader

Joel comes for you late at night. He always does. Always stalks, chases, and prowls after you like a starving wolf. And when he catches you, he devours you, feeds on you like the animal he is. Will you run and hide or will you give into the temptation that calls you into the forest?

✨One Shots✨

Javi’s Playground: Javi decides to blow off some steam at the strip club, but he doesn’t intend to attempt to take one of the dancers home with him.

✨Moodboards✨

Colors 💜

Infra-Red ❤️

[wygolvillage]

everything in tumblrmart is fucking useless.

1. every badge

beyond how useless paying money for a tiny png of a checkmark is, there is also no need to pay in the first place. one can easily get the url of the image and then- wouldn’t you know it- inject it into the html of my blog theme and eaily be “verified” without paying. you can do this with whatever images you want. i did it to prove a point. you can also use html to get a gif icon btw

this only shows up on your custom theme but who give a shit

also bonus points for “tumblr supporter” being a subscription service that gets you the same shit as other badges LOL. you can also steal these and inject them into your blog

2. that one cool moon badge

yeah, love the concept, but its been done before. i posted about this when i found out about the badge, but https://www.moonconnection.com/moon_module_2.phtml allows you to easily have a similar effect with a live updating moon phases widget. that’s completely free, and doesn’t cost 6 WHOLE DOLLARS

3. ad free

yeah im not even gonna engage with this one, adblock is free, ublock origin is awesome, dont pay money for this

4. horse friend

“surely there isnt a replacement for a fully interactive virtual pet” you might say but you would be wrong. let me introduce you to GIFYPET!!!! https://gifypet.neocities.org/ has all the features you would want, as well as a fun slots minigame and it’s fully customizable, so you can put in your own custom graphics and more. there is nothing that horse friend has over gifypet, apart from poop i guess. gifypet does not have horse poop. also the horse friend only lasts for a month and is like $8

5. crabs

ok this one is the only product thats actually somewhat unique. but iirc you’re still only paying for 24 hours and can only gift it, so ymmv

but also... given the evidence that theyve given up on tumblrs upkeep entirely (the staff letter), paying for these arent even contributing to keeping the site online, so they dont even have value in the context of keeping tumblr alive. theyre already slowly pulling the plug.

dont buy this stuff.

[hunieday]

TRANSLATION MASTERLIST

🍑 includes a work in progress list at the bottom

Extra info since this is going to be pinned: Heya! I'm noda, 21 living somewhere in north africa. Japanese is my 4th language while English is my 3rd, and I'm mostly self taught, so I'm still learning and improving as I go. I started this blog as a dump for various media i create (hence the occasional art or animation post) but it's slowly transforming into a translation account LOL. my main hobbies are still animation & art, but I do enjoy translation and graphic design. I started learning Japanese in summer 2015 and I try my best to improve.

[LAST UPDATE : May 18th 2024]

Game stories:

Green Bubble event story

PLAY GAME!! event story

Chameleon Chill event story

TEA Take event story

8th Anniversary story (8/8)

Link Ring Wind (40/40)

Rabbit Chats:

Yuki - La'Stiara

Yuki - Idol's Daily Life (5/5)

Yuki - Rabbitube Mini (2023 birthday)

Isumi Haruka - Rabbitube Mini (2023 birthday)

Inumaru Touma- Rabbitube Mini (2023 birthday)

Momo - Rabbitube Mini (2023 birthday)

Osaka Sougo - Rabbitube Mini (2023 birthday)

Yuki - Idol star Prince stage

Momo - Idol star Prince stage

Nikaido Yamato - Drama Collection vol.2 (Spring)

Momo - Drama Collection (Winter)

Isumi Haruka - Drama Collection (Summer)

Izumi Iori - Drama Collection (Spring)

Momo - Sugao (5/5)

RabbiTVs/interviews:

Re:vale 2D☆STAR Vol.5 interview

Re:vale Dengeki Girl's Style February 2018 interview

Re:vale B's-LOG 2018 interview

Iori, Yuki & Touma Shuffle Talk 2024 (3/3)

Yuki - 16 IDOL ALBUM (3/3)

Manga:

Re:member - Banri chapter 03

Re:member - Momo chapter 05

Re:member - Momo chapter 06

Group anniversary event "Song & Story"

Re:vale - Binary Vampire

MISCELLANEOUS (twitter threads):

Toumasou G4Y home screen dialogue DAY1

Toumasou G4Y home screen dialogue DAY2

Golden Week 2023 login messages

Part 6 chapter 1 & 2 livetweet thread

Part 6 chapter 3 & 4 livetweet thread

Part 6 chapter 5 livetweet thread

Arina Tanemura 7th anniversary comment

WORK IN PROGRESS

Momo aihake! [2/3]

Yuki Sugao [4/5]

Re:vale Fruits Lollipop Rabbitv

Re:vale Second beat! Drama CD (80% done)

New Years story LIVE OR HEAVEN (prologue & epilogue)

[daisies-daydreams]

I NEED some Kyle(Gaz) smut 😩 My boy doesn't get enough love. Could I request girlfriend!reader being a tease to Gaz while they're out and he snaps and takes her in public?

Pairing: Kyle (“Gaz”) Garrick x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Public Sex/Bathroom Sex, Wall Sex, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Graphic Descriptions of Genitalia, Slightly Jealous Gaz, Reader is a Tease Word Count: 4,484

Author’s Note: Thank you for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this. I know I said it would be 3k+ words in my update on Sunday, but I got carried away while editing it so now it's 4k+. 😅 Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Public sex is illegal in real life. Reader discretion is advised.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Babe? Are you ready to head out?” Kyle asked. Both of you were invited for drinks with the 141 crew. It was a last minute gathering before they were shipped off on another mission. Your boyfriend was waiting by the front door while you finished putting on your makeup. His foot tapped the floor as he scrolled through his phone.

“Coming!” you called from the bathroom. You strolled around the corner. Kyke had to do a double take when he looked up from his phone. You were wearing a black tank top with low-rise jeans. Your lush lips were painted with cherry red lipstick, eyelashes thick with mascara. You grinned cheekily as he stared at you, his eyes particularly focused on your breasts that threatened to spill out from your push-up bra.

“Something wrong, Ky?” you asked, tilting your head. Kyle slowly shook his head while sucking in a breath through his parted lips.

“Uh, no, nothing’s wrong,” your boyfriend gulped. You gave a soft grin and stepped over to him, smoothing your hand over his arm. He cracked a smile when you grabbed his hand and twirled yourself around. You leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. He sighed deeply into the kiss, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. You pulled away and giggled.

“What?” Kyle chuckled. You licked your thumb then brushed it across his lips. His eyes widened as you took your time rubbing off the residual lipstick, the feeling of your warm saliva trickling into his mouth.

“Sorry, I got some of my lipstick on you!” you laughed. He blinked a few times. Kyle’s mind was buzzing as he tried to find the words to say. Suddenly, his alarm on his phone cut through the silence. He quickly turned it off and went to grab the keys. His brows knitted.

“I got the keys,” you sang behind him. Kyle smiled as both of you made your way out of the apartment and to his car. He’d noticed a difference in the way you were walking: hips swishing in a more fluid motion. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the border of a black thong peak from your low-rise jeans.

“I can’t wait for tonight, I’m sure it’s going to be really fun!” you chirped innocently. Kyle nodded quietly, his eyes shifting between your smile and your ass. The sudden clang of your keys on the ground drew him back to the present.

“Oops!” you said with an exaggerated gasp. You shot him a smile before slowly bending over to pick up the keys, your ass peeking out all the while. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat as you shuffled around. Every dip and curve of your body hypnotized him. Kyle gently licked his lips while you slowly rose up, shaking your ass back and forth. You spun around and dangled the keys in your hand.

“Got ‘em,” you said proudly. Kyle returned the smile, even though he felt like his pants were getting tighter and tighter. He opened the passenger door for you. Your eyes sparkled as you clasped a hand over your chest. Now his eyes were roaming over the valley of your breasts.

“Aw, you’re such a gentleman!” you fawned. He nodded, his knuckles becoming paler as he gripped the car door. Kyle’s eyes seemed to darken as you slipped the keys into his free hand. Your fingers lingered longer than he expected, stroking over the lines of his palm. The world felt smaller, tighter as you locked eyes.

“Babe?” he asked. You leaned in closer but suddenly leaned your head away. You bit your bottom lip before sliding into the passenger's seat, your bright eyes on him the whole time. Kyle blinked rapidly as you patted the driver’s seat with your hand.

“Ready when you are,” you said. He couldn’t help but notice your sultry tone as you caressed your hand back and forth across the seat. Kyle gripped the keys in his hand. He slid into his seat and turned the keys into the ignition. You crossed your legs as you checked your makeup in the mirror. He backed out of the parking spot before driving off towards the pub. Both of you sat quietly, the sounds of whatever most recent hit humming softly over the radio. You drew out a long sigh, your hand grabbing his thigh.

“Thanks for inviting me, baby,” you cooed. Kyle’s fingers braced the steering wheel, his cock stirring to life in his pants. He nodded.

“Of course, love,” he replied. His voice raised a pitch at the last word as you tenderly squeezed the flesh of his leg. You smiled before drawing small circles on his thigh. He shuddered beneath your touch, his eyes locked on the road as he tried to keep his attention. You hummed before rubbing your hand closer to his hardening cock.

“(Y/N), the road-“ Kyle reminded you as his length pulsed between his legs. Your eyes were lidded as your finger stroked just above where his cock was bulging. He sucked in a sharp breath before you quickly retracted your hand away. Part of him was disappointed as he watched your eyes shift to look out the window. He wanted your eyes to be screwed shut as he drove his cock into your snug walls, hands gripping his shoulders as he fucked a third orgasm out of you. You tapped your fingers on your thigh. He noticed how your lips just barely curled as you avoided his gaze for the rest of the ride.

By the time both of you arrived at the pub, Kyle rushed over to the bar, hoping to cover his painfully clothed erection. Price grinned as the two of you walked in.

“Good to see you Gaz, (Y/N),” Price hummed. He was already nursing a glass of scotch, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light of the room. Your lips curled into a bright smile.

“Good to see you, too, Captain,” you chirped. Kyle noticed Price’s eyes flicking down for a split second. He gave a tight smile to his superior.

“I’m going to get a stout. Do you want anything?” your boyfriend asked as he stepped in between you two. You shook your head, breasts jiggling with the violent movement.

“Nope! I’m okay,” you side-eyed Ghost and Soap playing pool at the table. You squeezed his hand, your breasts pressing together as you leaned forward. Fuck, why were you torturing him like this? “Wanna go play some pool?” you asked. Soap’s eyes lingered on your behind as you waved over to him. He waved back, only to lower it when Kyle raised a brow. Your lower lip was pouting slightly when you turned back to your boyfriend. “Please?” you said with a small wiggle, your hands bringing his own up to your soft chest. His breath hitched. They were so soft and warm, and he thought how much better they’d feel being firmly squeezed in his hands.

“Sure, hun. I’ll be over after I get my drink,” Kyle sighed. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a faint red residue.

“Okay! I’ll see you in a bit!” you sang. He watched you bound over, your whole body bouncing with energy. Kyle ordered a stout from the bar. He tapped a finger on his leg while he waited. The Captain coughed.

“How long have you two been together again?” Price asked before taking another slow sip from his glass. Kyle nodded as he watched you shuffle around Soap to get a pool stick. The way the Scotsman gazed at you made his stomach churn.

“About a year,” he said before clicking his jaw. Kyle never saw himself as the jealous type, but he couldn't deny the fire that burned in his chest as he watched you twirl your hair and bat your lashes. The Captain gave a quick glance between his line of sight before going back to his drink. Kyle barely registered his beer being handed to him. His focus was glued onto your form swaying to the music drumming in the background. He gripped the bottle before sliding from his seat.

“Excuse me, sir,” Kyle said abruptly. Price gave a silent nod before focusing on a football game playing on a nearby TV. You were clinging onto the pool stick, eyes soft as Ghost talked to you.

“You know how to play?” the masked man asked. You nodded your head.

“Yep! Kyle taught me a few months ago,” you hummed. You waved him over as he came closer. He waved back, his other hand clutching onto the beer that he had yet to drain. You turned back around, your hair wispy and hips still rocking to the beat. Everything around him began to grow dim as he thought of rocking you in a different way…

“Hey, babe,” you smiled as he slid beside you. He grinned and pulled you in for a long, deep kiss. Your lips were so tender and soft. He could drown in your sweet kisses if it were possible. Ghost cleared his throat.

“You playin’, Gaz?” the masked man asked. Kyle nodded.

“Yeah,” he simply replied. Your shoulders bounced as you gave a small clap.

“Let’s play as a team!” you rang. Your boyfriend grabbed a pool stick nearby, noticing your body still swaying to the beat.

“Sounds like a fun plan, bonnie,” Soap said. Kyle gripped the stick as he saw Soap’s eyes travel up and down your form. Your love put his bottle aside before snaking a hand around your waist. You turned towards him, expecting him to say a cheeky one-liner. He remained silent before snapping his eyes to the table.

“Let’s start then, yeah?” Kyle finally said, his hand splayed across your hip. Soap nodded, his bright features shifting ever so slightly.

“Right,” the other man replied. The game started normally, yet as time went on, Kyle watched you become more bold. Your breasts would threaten to spill out from your top every time you bent over the side of the pool table. You would stick your ass out and wiggle, especially if he happened to be standing near you (which was often).

“I can’t reach it,” you huffed as you struggled to hit a ball. You were almost stretching yourself over the table, breasts pressed against the brown lacquer of the wood and ass rubbing against the front of Kyle’s pants. Your boyfriend looked around nervously as he tried to back away, only for you to arch your back and shoot him a sly, lidded smile and a wink. He felt something in him snap, something primal and famished that clawed its way to the surface.

That does it.

A rough hand landed on your hip. You turned and batted your thick, mascara covered lashes. Kyle’s forehead was coated in a sheen of sweat, brow furrowed and eyes lit with a carnal flame. He squeezed the flesh of your waist, his chest flush against your back. Time seemed to stand still as your boyfriend leaned his lips next to your ear.

“Come with me,” Kyle whispered, his voice strained and dripping with lust. You blinked a few times, your teeth catching your red bottom lip.

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” you asked. Your boyfriend sucked in a sharp breath before moving his hand over your own. Ghost and Soap exchanged glances as Kyle tugged you towards a long hallway.

“Just keep playing without us,” Kyle said in-passing. He heard Soap let out a loud snort and Ghost mutter something beneath his breath.

“Where are we going?” you asked. Your voice was coated with sweetness that would’ve made him fall to his knees on any normal day. He was silent as he guided you to a door at the end of the hall. Kyle’s hand gripped the handle to the single stall bathroom and pushed both of you through the door. The automatic lights flickered on. The room was dimly lit, the white tiled floor dimly glowing beneath your footsteps. Kyle locked the door and spun around to meet your wide, doe eyes. Your faux, innocent grin never fell as he loomed over you.

“What are you doing?” he growled. You hummed as you pressed a finger to your chin, feigning deep thought.

“I don’t know-” Kyle’s lips suddenly came crashing into yours. You moaned as he hungrily slid his tongue in and out of your warm mouth. As your wet muscles danced and sucked on each other, pressure began to build in between your legs. Your chest grew tighter when he pressed his body against you, your back meeting with the cold wall. He pinched your bottom lip between his teeth, hands wandering down to your breasts and squeezing them roughly. You gasped for air when Kyle pulled his lips back.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he muttered gruffly. His voice sent shivers down to your core. You sighed heavily and rubbed your thighs together.

“I don’t think I do, Ky,” you egged him on. His eye twitched before he dove his mouth into your neck. You squealed as Kyle tenderly sucked his wet lips over your pulse. You dipped your head back, allowing more access for him to lick and suckle over your skin. He pulled a dark hickey from the junction between your neck and shoulder before he locked eyes with you.

“You know damn well what I mean,” Kyle snarled. His hands went beneath your tank top, his lips finding their way back over your neck. “Your small touches,” he began. You moaned as he gave a harsh suck on your skin, his hands rolling your tank top over your arms. “The way you’ve been biting those delicious lips of yours,” Kyle continued. He added another sweet suckle over your neck as your bra fell onto the floor. You blushed as your breasts spilled out, bouncing before he caught them in his rough palms. Kyle’s mouth twitched before he stole another deep kiss from you. You moaned into his lips as his thumbs brushed over your hard buds.

“Bending over, tits and ass threatening to spill out in front of Ghost and Soap,” Kyle’s lips danced above yours. You shuddered beneath him as one of his hands slipped down to play with the band of your jeans, the other still massaging your breast. His teeth grazed your ear.

“You’ve been a tease all day, (Y/N),” Kyle rasped. You felt like you were going to spontaneously combust, thighs pressed closely together as you squirmed beneath his eager gaze. Kyle licked his lips, his cock threatening to burst from his slacks. “You want me to fuck you, right here and now?” he muttered, fingers dipping below your pants. You gasped as he cupped his hand over your heat, your nipple being pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned as you tried to clench your thighs together. Kyle chuckled, his fingers smoothing over your wet, clothed entrance.

“But we’re in public, babe. Do you know what could happen if people heard us?” Kyle slowly brushed his fingers below your underwear, sliding them through your slick folds. You mewled as you felt him smirk against your jaw. His thumb drew small, tight circles against your bud. “Or is that what you want, dirty girl?” he groaned, digits thrumming against your entrance. You swallowed a lump in your throat as heat flooded into every corner of your being. You balled his white shirt into your fists, your hips bucking into his digit.

“Please, Ky,” you whined with your head lolled to the side. The tip of his finger pressed into your hole.

“Please what, (Y/N)?” Kyle mused. Your eyes shot open as you frowned. He slowed down his ministrations, his fingers now resting over your tit and cunt. You swallowed. “I'm not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want,” he sang. You pouted your bottom lip as you lifted your hips, trying to gain any friction to your aching core. Kyle started to slip his hand out of your pants. You bit the inside of your cheek and threw your head back.

“PLEASE FUCK ME, KYLE!” you cried loudly. The hand that was on your breast immediately flew over your mouth. He shushed you.

“Quiet now, lovie. Can’t have anyone know what we’re doing in here, yeah?” your boyfriend hummed. You nodded your head as he slid his other hand back to your pants. “Good girl,” Kyle praised, his hand remaining over your red stained lips. Those two words made more arousal to stain your panties. He pulled your pants and underwear down, revealing your aching, wet cunt to his hungry eyes. His thumb flicked at your clit before he gently slipped a finger into your tight entrance. Kyle groaned as your walls eagerly swallowed his finger whole.

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered beneath his breath. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he curled his digit into your upper walls. He began to pump his finger into your gummy walls. You spread your legs and muffled out a high-pitched moan. Kyle dipped his head down, his teeth scraping over your collarbone and down to your left breast. You curled your hands around his shoulders as he greedily took your tit into his mouth. His tongue swirled over your nipple, lathering it in his warm spit. Kyle’s hand slipped from covering your mouth, yet he left his thumb inside, pressing into your inner cheek. You couldn’t help but suck on his digit as he pumped into your snug walls.

“Yes,” you keened as he licked over your nipple. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as he added another thick digit into your walls, his thumb drawing tight circles around your button.

“Yeah, you like that? Like it when I fuck you open with my fingers?” Kyle snarled into your wet tit. You let out a guttural moan as he scissored his fingers inside of you, stretching your walls with a lewd squelch. Your hands flew up to grab at his short, black hair, your hips bucking into his fingers. Your arousal leaked down his hand as he tugged on your breast with his teeth, the tips of his fingers hitting that spot that made stars sprinkle across your vision.

“Ky, I’m close!” you wailed. His lips were back on yours before he sped up his thrusting. Your breathing grew more and more ragged, until finally the tension snapped. Your jaw went slack as your cunt gripped his digits, coating them with your warm slick. He pumped inside of you a few more times, his thumb stroking at your clit. Your legs buckled as the pleasure rose higher and higher. You moaned around his thumb as your thighs clenched together, hips rolling into his hand as your entire body was wracked with your orgasm. Kyle kisses your kiss-ridden breast while your walls clenched around his thick digits.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so cute when you cum for me,” Kyle murmured. You felt your body relax in his hold. Kyle slowly withdrew his fingers before pecking your lips. Your gaze was lidded, cheeks burning and dripping with wet mascara. Kyle eyed his hand, then you. A small moan left you as he dipped the slick-coated hand into his pants. He shuffled out of his jeans, letting his thick cock spring free and bounce against his lean stomach. His shaft twitched when the cold air hit it. Your lips parted at the sight of his fat, mushroom tip. A bead of precum leaked from the slit. A nest of thick hair rested at the base, two heavy balls sinking below his veiny shaft. He winced as he fisted his dick, the sound of your arousal squelching over his length.

“Ky,” you shuddered. Your boyfriend looked down as you timidly opened your legs. He gripped his cock as you spread your folds, revealing your wet entrance.

“Bloody hell,” Kyle groaned. He stepped forward, his body pressed close to yours. Your hands flew out and clung to his shoulders, hips dipping forward. He closed his eyes as your lower lips kissed his sensitive tip. One of his hands came up and wrapped around the bottom of your thigh.

“Lift your leg up, baby,” he said softly. You raised your leg slightly as the head of his cock threatened to breach your tight hole. You keened and thrusted your hips forward. “Hold on, sweetheart,” Kyle grunted. You whimpered, hot tears of pleasure threatening to stain your red cheeks with more mascara. Kyle shushed you as his other hand came beneath your thigh. He huffed as he pressed you further into the wall. You bit your lip, the heat in your body threatening to make you melt into a puddle if he kept you waiting any longer.

“Gonna lift you up,” Kyle swallowed thickly. Despite his lean frame, he was undeniably strong. You nodded and braced yourself, latching your hands around his neck. He heaved as he pushed you up, your legs wrapping around his waist in the process. You arched your back as the hot tip of his cock just barely slid past your entrance. After a few seconds of him adjusting, he looked you in the eye.

“You ready?” Kyle asked with a shaky breath. You nodded and squeezed your legs around his lower torso.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered with a roll of your hips. With a deep breath, he finally began to push himself into your wet heat. You mewled as his cock stretched you wide open, your walls always accommodating his thick girth.

“So tight,” he hissed. Your mouth shaped into a silent ‘O’ as he plunged himself completely inside of you in one swift motion. Both of you shook and panted, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. “You okay?” he asked, brows knitted as his hands gripped your thighs.

“Feels so good,” you gasped between breaths. His cock pulsed inside of you, his sturdy hips flush with your ass. Kyle grunted as he shifted below you, making sure he could hold you up against the wall. He devoured your lips once more before he began to pump up into you. The waves of pleasure that crashed over you made your jaw unclench, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

“Love how you wrap around me, babe,” Kyle moaned. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated across the bathroom walls. His grip around your thighs tightened even more, his fingertips sure to leave purple bruises on your skin. You gasped and clawed at his neck as each of his thrusts grew more intense.

“Kyle, I-” sparks flew through you when his lower torso caught your swollen clit. He growled as he pounded into you, his hips snapping at a feral pace. Your pussy spasmed around him as your second high approached you at a breakneck speed.

“Fuck, love,” Kyle grunted. Your arms tightened around him as you threw your head into the wall. You yelped as you felt yourself slip. Kyle's arms gave out beneath you as a curse slipped past his lips. He caught you before your ass collided with the cold floor, his hands squeezing you protectively.

Both of you caught your breaths, hearts pounding wildly. Kyle growled, pupils wide and cock angrily twitching. You gasped as his hands grabbed your hips before he flipped you around to face the wall. Your hands braced on the surface as you arched your back, round ass wiggling back and forth. His chest was pressed flush against your back as he sheathed himself deep inside in one, squelching thrust.

You instinctively spread your legs as your love left no room for a break, pounding up into you. Your head fell back against his shoulder as his dick slid through your walls, his head finding your cervix and relentlessly driving into it.

"Look so gorgeous when you're all fucked out from my cock," Kyle seethed with a sharp thrust. You felt like your body was experiencing an earthquake as his skin slapped against yours. His eyes were trained on how your ass jiggled every time his hips came up to meet it. His teeth sank into your shoulder as his hand snaked around to play with your clit. You howled as you felt your cunt flutter, the world around you blurring into a incoherent mess.

“Cum inside me!” you mewled. His breathing was ragged as he dragged his cock inside of you at an excessively fast pace. His finger pushing down on your bundle of nerves was your final undoing. Your mind went blank as your walls seized around his thick length. Your entire body tensed as your second orgasm tore through every inch of you. It pulled you under, drowning you in waves of ecstasy. Kyle’s eyes nearly crossed as he reveled in how your perfect cunt hugged around him.

“You feel amazing gripping me like that, f-fuck,” he moaned. You mustered a few whimpers, afraid you’d fall with his arms shaking beneath your legs. He gritted his teeth as he hurriedly chased his own high. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as overstimulation pricked at your core.

“(Y/N)!” Kyle growled. He slammed you down onto his dick, his head snug against your cervix. You keened as his seed spilled into you, the warmth coating your plush walls. A thick, white ring formed between your joined sexes as his cum dribbled onto the floor below. He groaned sweet nothings into your ear while giving a few more delicate thrusts into your swollen pussy. Kyle panted, pressing his forehead against the back of your head. Both of you caught your breath as you relished in the comfort of post-coital bliss.

“Fuckin' hell, love,” he murmured. You nodded in agreement, mind too hazy from being fucked raw with his cock. He shakily removed his hands from your hips as he pulled out of you, his cock now soft and soaked in your mixed juices. His lips pressed onto your shoulder before he slipped away.

"Stay right there," Kyle said. You nodded, not minding his command as your limbs felt like soft jelly. You gasped as you slid away from the surface of the wall.

“Ky,” you breathed. Kyle’s mouth shot open at the sight of a very small yet prominent indent in the wall. Both of you exchanged worried glances before bursting into laughter.

“If anything, I blame you,” he snickered. You scoffed.

“Me? You’re the one who fucked me against the wall,” you laughed with a raised brow. Kyle shook his head as he walked over to the sink.

“Yeah, maybe I should’ve fucked you in our car instead,” he smirked. You blushed at the thought of riding his cock in the backseat. You smiled as he came over to you with a wet paper towel. He gingerly patted your folds, his other hand massaging your hip. You closed your eyes and stroked your hand through his hair.

“I love you,” you said sweetly. Kyle grinned, his eyes lidded from his own high. He tapped his lips against the front of your thighs while he finished cleaning you up.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he sighed.

Epilogue

The shit-eating grin on Soap’s face said it all as both of you came back from the bathroom. The pool game was long forgotten as he and Ghost sat at the bar with their Captain. While you tried to straighten up yourselves afterwards, there was no way to hide the hickeys and bite marks that sprinkled across your chest and neck. Ghost merely cast a side glance before turning back to talk to Price, the pool game long forgotten. Kyle said nothing as he paid for his drink.

“Couldn’t wait to get home?” the Scotsman said lowly. Kyle shot him a glare. You exchanged a cheeky smirk before kissing your love on his blushing cheek.

“Maybe we could try putting a dent in our own wall,” you whispered. Kyle squeezed your hand, his eyes widening slightly at your words.

“Goodnight Soap, Ghost,” he said quickly before leading the way out. Soap waved as both men said their respectful goodbyes. Soap snickered before Ghost muttered for him to shut it.

“Have a goodnight you two,” Price called from next to them.

“Night, sir,” Kyle said. You didn’t miss Price’s minor blush as his icy blue gaze flicked over your neck. The crisp night air welcomed both of you as he opened the door. You smiled and pecked his cheek again. As the two of you made your way to the car, he slung his arm around your shoulder. You saw your boyfriend’s lips curl into a cheeky smirk.

“What?” you giggled. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his hand reaching down and gently squeezing one of your asscheeks.

“Kyle!” you gasped, slapping him playfully. He chuckled.

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[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Dec. 10

Hi! How are you? I can't believe we're nearing the midway point of December! I am happy to get back to my typical Week in Review style after an abbreviated version last week!

Same shit different week for me when it comes to my TBR, I add more than I can read. But alas, here's what I got to:

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena - I've kept this series in my Current Compulsory Series section for weeks, but I'm pulling it up to the top this week because we got the final part this week! It's always a bit bittersweet to me when I get to the end of a series, especially one I'm following in real-time. I loved following along each week and immersing myself in this story and I’m sad it's done (but hey, great news, I can now reread it from the beginning and binge!). Great job Jo! 💕

While I'm talking about Jo, here's this saucy one-shot Coming Under the Christmas Tree

Joel Miller

Footprints by @sin-djarin - This brought back some Christmas morning nostalgia for me! Joel as a dad and the love he has for Sarah makes me melt. And we have an Uncle Tommy appearance too!

Mr. Ben

SOS by brnn on AO3 - I’m not sure if this creator is on Tumblr, but if they are let me know! I had several chapters of this story built up that I hadn’t caught up on and when the final chapter dropped I binged what I had left! Mr. Ben and OFC Clare are adorable. 

Din Djarin

Safe to The Touch by @linzels-blog A touch-starved Din gets some lovin’. 💕

A Baker’s Dozen by @avastrasposts Part 2 in Mel's series saw Din come into the bakery. This was so sweet (no pun intended!).

Other Characters

Good Things Take Time by @oonajaeadira -  This series is so good! I've had it recommended to me several times and I've been slowly working my way through it, savoring it because I don't want it to end! I read Parts 2 and 3 this week along with the various drabbles in between. The chemistry these two have is *chef's kiss*

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @trulybetty - A healthy serving of delicious stories this week. I officially want to move to Maplewood, well, maybe visit. I'll be honest, I'm not made for the cold anymore. 😆 Also, Tim and Cagney continue to be a favorite as are Frankie and Mav! And Dieter made me google Christmas hippo socks which somehow I already did not own! 🦛

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog The rollercoaster I felt with this latest chapter … I have to know what happens next!!

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings This latest chapter had me all up in my feels. These two are 🥹💕

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese I think I've finally managed to pick my jaw up off the floor from the spicy scene in the latest chapter.

Undercover (Tim Rockford) by @secretelephanttattoo Another great chapter update this week, El!! Grumpy Tim and his pet fish are living rent free in my head.

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest - There is some dad Javi content I need to catch up on!!

Posts from the week:

The moodboards @wildemaven puts out are always gold, but this Frankie holiday-themed board just made me swoon 

@laurfilijames made me think about which holiday movies the TF boys would be into. I also hastily made a graphic lol. Speaking of asks @maggiemayhemnj gave me an almost impossible this or that choice. My friend @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain offered up these choices.

If you need a badge for any Pedro boy, @morallyinept has you covered

We got our first look at Pedro in Freaky Tales and oh goodness … the scar. Seriously help us all whenever the Gladiator photos leak. 

In case you missed it, the fun writing challenge that’s going around here's another plug. I finally have an idea … now I just need to write it. I think I’m going to end up throwing it back to my college days and cramming this in at the last minute….

Feral corner:

There was simply too much to keep track of this week. I was overwhelmed by thots. I think this post sums things up well.

This photo altered my brain chemistry. This photo of Pedro as Dieter and THEN this video… oh hey Working Title Dieter. 😏 Frankie tummy always gets me. Javi P in this jacket. Talk about gifs you can hear. This outfit - he knew what he was doing when we wore this right?

@foralonglongtime - no pressure but I’m very excited about the prospect of this…

This scene from TLOU forever changed me. 

Garrett Hedlund: This man was utterly too much this week. Exhibit A, Exhibit B, Exhibit C, and finally, the post that started my spiral.

Things I watched:

I didn't make it to the movies this week, Mr. Rhoorl went and saw Godzilla Minus One and loved it. He's a huge Godzilla fan so he was pretty excited to see it. I’m off fo work tomorrow so I’m planning on seeing Wish.

Something that is releasing soon that I'm excited to see is Rebel Moon with Charlie Hunnam on Netflix. It looks like it will be available for my UK fans this week, but we in the US have to wait until the 21st.

Personal Stuff

Busy week. Both Mr Rhoorl and I had PTO on different days this week and we both had our plans thwarted by a sick baby. She's ok now, all good! Otherwise, we've been mostly laying low. I have managed to get most of my holiday shopping done and our Christmas cards arrived so that's exciting! We've also been checking out the various theme parks - I love the way they decorate this time of year! We did a holiday cookie stroll at Epcot last night and it was yummy

Fic updates:

I had Benny Miller brain rot again (when don't I at this point?). Anyway, the result was a third part of what I guess is now the unofficial "Are You on Mute" series. I do have plans for wrapping those one-shots up into something bigger. I just frankly keep having thots I have to get out and it's distracting me😆

I did manage to get a good amount of writing done for the next chapter of Delta Landscaping. Hoping to get the new episode out early this week. Whenever I get down on myself that I'm not updating that series fast enough I remind myself it's essentially like 6 different series in one so therein lies the delays 🫣

This can be such a stressful part of the year, so I hope you are able to take some time for yourself! Have a great week and thanks for reading if you made it this far!

Masterlist

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

Are You Alone 

[reimenaashelyee]

This is maybe not so important to announce but it's going to affect my online activity/webcomic updates, so here it is:

I am going back to school and pursuing a Masters in Arts Management until 2025

If you recall, I have spoken several times in my blog about my past life in academia, the quarter-life crisis that resulted from it (not the full story), and the occasional spasm of desiring institutional recognition.

I am willingly! voluntarily! going back through the gates of the ivory tower.

For the past few years now, I’ve been slowly crabwalking towards an administrative, organisational, educational/resource-providing, leadership-type role in my areas of work (comics, writing, illustration, commercial art).

I hinted about somewhat being sick of the physical and emotional investment of comics-making trapping me to the same four-walls. The 2-ish years of hard commitment that each graphic novel demands is something that I don’t mind doing, especially for a story I truly believe in. However, I cannot keep doing this consecutively. For two years, I keep having visions of myself in my late-fifties asking me, now, if this is all worth it: to devote all this time to make comics that people like, but to not have a life lived? I am thinking of those mangaka who spend all their time breathing eating knowing only comics, and then suddenly, dying with not much to show except their impressive body of work. Did they see enough of the world? Did they eat enough good food? Have they discovered all their non-comics passions? I certainly don’t want my ghost to ask the same questions when she sees my body.

In a way I’ve sort of outgrown that shine of comics as a full-time job: ironically, in my success at producing audience/market-friendly work in exchange for financial support, I do not have time at all to pursue experimental, personal play and art that truly speaks to me. I’m also facing the reality that, as much as I enjoy working in traditional publishing, I am running out of ideas. I only have 2 to 3 more stories left in me for young adult/middle grade graphic novels. After that? I don’t know…

(Unless the new graphic novel imprints are suddenly hungry for adult work. Because, boy, do I have ten billion ideas.)

Anyway, the situation is that the majority of the graphic novel space in traditional publishing is still cashing in on the boom for middle-grade/young adult stories, with no long-sighted consideration for catering to those readers who will eventually, definitely grow up into adults. Meanwhile, I am running out of kids stories and am desperate to make bloody, complicated work (the kind of stuff I was already making pre-success and am still making), and to disentangle the actual act of creating from income-making. Not in the sense that I don’t want money at all from my comics; just that I don’t want comics to be my primary source of income anymore. And personally… I just want more time to live and be offline.

So this is the emotional aspect that’s been motivating my crabwalking. Still, if that was not a factor, this was always going to be the natural progression of my career anyway.

Like, considering that I began my career as co-founder of a regional comics network and my life-long practice of creating resources, it’s not that surprising. Even when I formally officialised my career in 2018 as a Traditionally Published, Professional Comics Creator in the Mid-list, I was also engaging in the administrative with my dayjob at Hiveworks, in addition to the aforementioned regional comics network UNNAMED, and now, the Cartoonist Cooperative. I continually make resources and facilitate them. The dayjob is expanding to include even larger responsibilities (it’s not really company-related, just a consulting thing we’re doing with a giant entity).

Clearly, the horizontal pivoting has gotten to the point where that aspect is becoming the majority of my practice, into something that I actually want to form the bulk of my career and the foundation of my 30s era. It’s happening at the same time as my desire to withdraw from the cycle of commercial production to focus on what I call studio/residency work aka sketching and making my webcomics.

So yeah, I’ve decided to formalise the other half of what I am already doing, since in this universe one can’t get a job in corporate/NGO/NPO art administration without a degree – despite years of experience and evidence of extremely specialised skills that don’t exist in a university course but are valuable on the ground (do they teach comics crowdfunding and webcomics marketing/production in tertiary?). And I do intend to go somewhat corporate, even if it’s as someone who runs a literary festival or artist residency. Because I actually find pleasure in doing all that admin juggling. I like helping artists pursue their practice. It engages a side of my brain that is understimulated since I stopped academia.

I went to the Orientation session on Thursday. It had been exactly 8 years since I last did an Orientation for school; I am no longer a wide-eyed doe so the entire time I was barrelling through the throngs of baby undergraduates and sitting through the talks with laser-focused practicality (putting aside the nice-sounding speeches for the actual hard facts of where stuff is and who to contact; though the speeches were quite thoughtful).

Anyway,

anyway…

This is a long-winded post to break the Jinx and say I am officially pursuing my Masters in Arts Management. Two years of this. Who knows what may happen?

Hopefully I will come out with better experiences this round, since this would be the first time that I chose a course not out of anxiety for the unknown, but because I very much know what I want based on experience actually working in industry.

[yanphobia]

Cleithrophobia - Chapter 11

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 10 Index

Author's Note: Aaaand that's a wrap! I was going to wait until next week to post this, but you've all been so good waiting for updates that I thought you deserved to get it early. It's been so much fun starting this blog and seeing your reactions to the new chapters, and I can't wait to get started on my next story. I have a few ideas bouncing around, so stay tuned! But in the meantime, enjoy the final installment of our angry spider man!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

You didn't die that night; no. Death would’ve been kinder. 

Every waking moment, the events of that night haunted you. Every time you fell asleep, it was as though you were reliving it all again. 

Mars hadn’t let up the second you fell into his den. You tumbled down the tunnel that would be too steep to ever climb out of and slammed against the cold ground of the hollowed-out nest below, dimly lit with the lantern you had left in your meeting spot earlier in the night. The impact caused you to lose your breath, but almost immediately he was lifting you up again, roughly shoving his tongue down your throat as you weakly attempted to push him away. 

Then he carried you to the newly laid webs in the corner... you shut your eyes. You didn’t want to remember what happened next. 

But even now, you could still feel his hands ripping through your clothes, shredding them and leaving you in your most vulnerable state. You could feel his fangs tearing through the soft, delicate flesh of your body, the wet sound of his mouth slurping up your blood in between his loud proclamations of hate. Your voice was gone from all of the screaming, and crying, and begging for mercy, and you weren’t sure how often you passed out only to wake up again in the throes of your torture. 

He had left no part of you untouched, unviolated, and you haven’t seen him since. 

At some point, you had woken up to find him gone, and although it was impossible to tell how long you’d been here, it had to have been at least a few days. You were forced to lie there, starving and weak in a pool of your own blood and waste, as you fought with yourself to maintain your sanity. There was something inside of you, some weak desire to escape from the hell you’ve been subjected to, that was keeping you alive.  

It was quiet, but eventually you heard the scratching of his legs against the dirt walls of the tunnel. He stopped when he reached the bottom, no doubt confused by the darkness of the den. You couldn’t bear to look at your injuries anymore, and over the course of a few excruciating hours you were able to roll over and turn the lantern off. 

“This,” he said, as you heard him approach, “was supposed to stay on!” 

The lights flickered on and you saw your captor’s irritated face, which quickly turned to surprise. It would’ve been almost comical, if you had the heart to laugh. The two of you looked each other over, him, holding the corpse of a goat by its broken neck, and you, looking like a prey animal that had met a much slower end. As he took you in, his confusion turned to an obvious disgust, and the embarrassment and shame you felt at your current state overtook you. 

“...” 

“They’re infected.” You were quick to explain. “The wounds, they’ve, uh... they’re festering. They need to be treated.” 

It was awful and seeing them again was nothing short of nightmarish. There had been nothing here to clean them when they were fresh, and you wouldn’t have had the strength to do so anyway. In your solitude, you slowly watched as the area around the lacerations swelled and reddened, while a thick, foul-smelling pus leaked out of them. They burned and the redness spread around your body, along with the fever that’s been plaguing you ever since. Your skin glistened with sweat as you watched your skin begin to yellow, and then blacken, shriveling away to reveal the deep-seated fascia and layers of fat underneath. You laid there in agony as your condition worsened, all the while remembering your readings about the necrotizing properties of spider venom.  

You were rotting away, from the outside in. 

“Please...” you begged, your voice so weak and pathetic sounding that it only embarrassed you further. “Please, let me go. I just have to... have to treat it. I have to go to a hospital.” 

He remained unimpressed. “Do you really think that will work on me?” 

“I’m serious!” You begged. “I’ll do anything... I’ll come back the second that I can. But I can’t put it off any longer...!”  He eyed your injuries again, observing old blood stains on the webs underneath you. The smell was nauseating, and perhaps that was what made him compromise. 

“I’ll get you water-” 

“No! Water would not do anything at this point, not this far along.“ The only thing that could save you now was a clean environment, with plenty of antibiotics, steroids, skin grafts. 

“Please,” you tried again, “I swear to you that I will come back. I’ll die if I don’t!” 

“You’ll die?!” He scoffed. “What do you think I do every day? How do you think I feel, knowing that you’re here, wanting to be close to you, but then remembering all of the shit that you did to me?! What I suffer, [Y/N], is a fate worse than death, and all of it is because of you.” 

He leaned closer and held up the dead goat. 

“This-” he said, shaking it in front of your eyes, “is what I’m supposed to be. An apex predator, one that listens to no one, especially not a useless human like yourself!” 

And with that, he tore into its flesh. He maintained eye contact with you as you watched the meat of its body break down and liquify. You imagined yourself in the later stages of your necrosis, with your internal organs falling apart the same exact way.  

You didn’t have it in you to be sick anymore. You were too numb. As you watched Mars devour his meal, you realized that this was the exact fate that you deserved. For all of the things that you’ve done to the people you claimed to care about. For Laura, Stan, and Shadow, whose deaths you had caused. You could never be allowed to make a full recovery, physically or mentally, because you have not earned it. 

You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for nature to take its course. 

--- 

Mars stared down at your unconscious form. You hadn’t been responsive for a few days, and he had lost the last of his patience. He knew, in his heart, that you were being dramatic, that your injuries THAT HE INFLICTED UPON YOU were not nearly as bad as you claimed. He even cleaned your wounds for you, scrubbing them down using water from a nearby pond YOU’D TOLD HIM WATER WAS NOT ENOUGH TO HEAL YOU and the scraps of your old shirt. 

He’s done everything he could NO HE HASN’T but you still refused to wake up. 

“Hey.” He barked out. Silence. 

“HEY.” This time he kicked you. Again, silence. 

He knelt, taking one of your hands in his. He briefly glanced over the withered, blackened fingertips and yellowed, peeling nails, before biting into your cold palm. Blood gushed from the puncture, and he waited intently for you to wake up screaming, but he was still met with silence. 

He stood and dropped your hand, which fell listlessly to the ground, and licked your blood from his lips. It was off, somehow, extremely sour and not at all as warm and sweet as it used to be. 

His hands raked through his hair as he thought to himself. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what a rotten carcass looked like, he had seen them many times out in the woods. But you weren’t dead. You couldn’t be. 

Slowly, he approached you again, and even slower, he lowered his ear to the marred flesh above your heart, ignoring the bit of yellow puss that rubbed off onto his cheek. 

A heartbeat. He could barely feel it, much less hear it, but it was still there. He looked again at your disfigured face, at the deep cuts in the muscles that so closely resembled the raw meat that you used to bring to him. 

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what a creature in its final moments looked like. 

--- 

You had no way of feeling your naked body being wrapped in a dirty threadbare blanket, or the night’s cool air on your face. You couldn’t feel the way it rocked back and forth as it was carried through the forest. You couldn’t feel it being propped up against the wooden balusters of a front porch, either. 

You could, however, hear a voice pulling you back from the darkness that you had been lost in. 

“Alright, you’ve won.” It said. It kept tugging on the fabric around you. Adjusting it. 

“I’ll take your previous deal.” 

When a star is about to die, it receives one final burst of energy before it diminishes completely. Why that was the first thought you had as you mustered up the strength to open your eyes... you could not tell. 

Your vision was blurry, and in your left eye it was almost entirely gone. You didn’t have a way to see how milky and deteriorated it had become. But somehow, you were able to make out a few pairs of red eyes staring at you, and a wide, thin mouth which revealed black fangs when it spoke next. 

“Go, then, to your little human hospital and sort all of this out. And then afterwards – immediately afterwards – you'll come home again. Don’t... don’t you di-” 

His voice caught in his throat, then he huffed in annoyance. 

“Don’t you try to screw me over, okay? I’ll know if you try to get out of this one...!” 

He stood up then, seemingly miles above you, and gave one final warning: 

“Go there and come right back, [Y/N]. Just like you promised.” 

Your eyes began to defocus as you heard him bang loudly on the front door and run away, into the pitch-black forest behind you. The door opened, and you heard the woman’s voice change as she processed the macabre scene before her. 

“Hello? What is...? Oh... oh my God! Kids! Brandon, Kayla, get in your rooms! Get in them, right now! Charlie, I – Charlie, call 911! You- hey... are you alive? ...Listen, we’re going to get you help! We’re calling an ambulance! Just... just stay awake, alright? Just don’t fall asleep...!” 

You held on to her words as much as you could. Deep down, you still felt the animalistic urge to continue living. No, a part of you still wanted to believe that you could get through to the other side of this, as little as you may deserve it. But as your eyelids pulled themselves closed, and as you felt your conciousness begin to slip, you weren’t so sure that you had the strength to hold on anymore... 

THE END.

[onyourowndaisymae]

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 & 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔

hello!

i'm alive. yay! it's certainly been a minute since i've posted anything substantial, and i'm here to rectify that. this post is long. very long. i talk about a lot here-- my absence, my thoughts on obey me nowadays, what i've experienced as a writer on this platform, and updates i'm making to the way this blog looks and runs.if you're interested in catching up but don't have the time or motivation to read all of this, feel free to scroll down to the closing remarks.

☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ☆

so, i will say this unintentional hiatus was caused by three things: my health, my shaky relationship with the obey me franchise, and the growing difficulties of participating in fandom. i'll address all three in that order.

★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 - my health has been shaky practically all of my adult life. i'm getting better about managing it, but even now, being twenty two years old and unable to keep up with my peers is... so exhausting. on my worst days, i am stuck in bed and distracting myself from the pain. the american healthcare system is a doozy that gives me a headache, but just know that i'm working towards proper diagnoses and treatment as fast as i can. i know that pushing myself to write for the sake of a regular posting schedule is ridiculous, so i have no intentions to do that. i will roll with the punches of my shitty health and hope i don't get knock on my ass again, lol.

★ 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 - okay. hater time. i don't really like nightbringer.

i know! i know! hold your rotten tomatoes and let me make these stocks my soapbox for just a minute while i explain! i promise i'm not being a thoughtless critic!

i think the writing for the franchise has been slowly going down in quality for awhile. i'm never going to act like this is the best writing i've ever seen in a video game, but obviously season 1 of the og game was good enough to get us all hooked. the conflicts felt real, the relationships felt earned, and the lore was really interesting. season 2 of the og game has a special place in my heart. the franchise used to be romantic! dark! horny! complex! it feels like in recent months, the game has become so sanitized that it's alienating the same userbase that gave such an odd concept a chance in the first place. season 2 opened with an aphrodesiac plotline, and now we can hardly get a kiss from our love interests. i'm not saying everything needs to be graphic smut, but come on! it's a romance game, damnit! with as many competitors solmare has in the otome market right now, i don't know why they wouldn't be focusing on dynamic and interesting romance.

nightbringer itself is. whooo. a dual-edged sword. on one hand, it turned me into a solomon simp, and clearly i can't get enough of this man. it also had some really touching character moments. asmo's arc about falling and missing how things used to be was fantastic. satan's early development and issues bonding with his brothers were handled really well. but at the same time... these characters have also struggled with flat and rushed writing in this game. satan almost exclusively is just "cat guy with a temper" now. barbatos' character, while nice to finally have romantic storylines, has been butchered for the sake of making sure every romanceable character is marketable early on. characters are saying "i love you" ENTIRELY too fast. i get that this is not the og game and things will obviously be different in this timeline, but at the very least, i expect the writers to handle this stuff with care. i'm disappointed by how one-note everything feels now.

also, while i'm up here on my soapbox, i will also say: i think the events are abysmal nowadays. fucking hell. i am disappointed every time i click on a story portion and read three lines before the screen fades out and it's over! the events used to be low-stakes, interesting ways to explore the characters, but now it's just. disappointing. i think something similar has happened to the devilgrams and the romance that used to be in them, although it's nowhere near as bad.

for all of my bitching and moaning, i still clearly like this game franchise. i'm still going to write for it. but i think it's important to discuss these failings as a community. it helps people feel less alone when their passion begins to wane for something they once loved for seemingly no reason. maybe we can prevent the series from falling apart before its bitter end. it does not make you a "bad fan" to be able to critique something you love-- it means you love it enough to know when it's not at its best.

★ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - at some point, i found i got really intimidated by posting on my own blog. i began to psych myself out with every post, every like, every thing i got excited about. "is this good enough? do i want people to see this?" it's one thing to want to put your best foot forward, but another entirely to try to make every single thing you post perfect in an ill-fated attempt to fend of criticism from yourself of others. it's why i never took up art or music to any serious degree-- why put so much effort into something that's doomed to fail?

and then came the worry about notes and reblogs and followers. fandom should never be a numbers game, and for a lot of people it isn't. but it became a legitimate worry of mine that people would be disappointed if i didn't put out something with universal appeal, and thus, i'd be disappointed myself that i didn't live up to some unspoken expectation. i wanted to start posting for a new fandom, but then i became really worried people would feel "cheated" for following me when they expected one thing and got another.

obviously, this is not a healthy mindset. i needed to take a step back.

how did i resolve this? why didn't i just quit? well, for starters, i took some time to remember why i started posting. i have been writing fanfiction all of my life, usually shared with only a singular person and obsessed about until all of the dopamine was wrung dry from it. bringing it online was a deliberate choice. at first, it was because i was desperate for content for a small fandom (collar x malice, my beloved!) and thought "if nobody's gonna post this, i will!". but then i got into obey me, a much bigger fandom. through posting, i found a larger community of people who loved this piece of media just as fervently as i did. so many people of amazing talents dedicating their time and effort into expressing their love for this hobby. as i did the same, i began to gain a small following. one of my series blew up and gained me praise from some of my absolute favorite people in the fandom-- now, they're my friends who i adore. i began to grow proud of my writing. i'd never been proud like that before. posting on tumblr has proven to me that i'm capable of stepping out of my comfort zone and take the risk to do something, even if i'll fail. that is something i am so thankful for and can never replace.

i won't pretend fandom doesn't have its faults. every time i log on, i can scroll long enough to find something that absolutely exhausts me. labors of love are, at the end of the day, still labor, and work without appreciation is demoralizing. fandom is run by passion, but when there's a drought of people willing to put themselves out there it becomes hard to invest your energy into.

i don't have a perfect solution for this. all i know is that i can also scroll long enough to find a piece of writing or art so breathtaking that it invigorates my creative spirit. or i'll check my notifications and find a comment or reblog that absolutely makes my day. and isn't that worth sticking around a bit longer?

in the future, i'll try to be better about announcing my breaks and also just... pacing myself better. sometimes it'll be a bit until you hear from me. i hope that's okay. know i'll never log off for good without an explanation. i'd like to keep posting my silly little stories for a long time.

☆ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆

jesus. that previous section was waaaaay too long. okay. time to lock in.

★ i have a new theme! i used to have a sort of vague space-y theme, but i'm committing to the stars. do you like them? i hope so :3

★ i'm gonna get a bit weirder with the content. part of what has inspired me to keep writing is people coming up with the most off-the-wall, random, interesting ideas that i come back to consistently. that will include some dark content and the themes surrounding it like violence, horror, etc. things here will ALWAYS be tagged as thoroughly as i can. if you're not interested in reading that, no worries! hopefully something else i've written will catch your eye. (and obviously, minors, do not interact with this content. you shouldn't be in here-- my "byf" page has indicated this page is 18+ since the beginning).

★ as a general rule, i've decided that i'm no longer going to take requests. i love the enthusiasm and hearing people's ideas, but ultimately, i never end up doing them. instead, my ask box is always open for post suggestions, conversations, etc. i just don't want the sort of obligation that requests come with hanging out in the background anymore. this is, however, subject to change for special events, like that trick or treat event i did in the past and the fics for gaza event i'm doing currently, so stay tuned!

★ ... despite my in-depth obey me ramblings above, this is a multi-fandom page, lol. i will forever and always give my flowers to collar x malice. i am interested in posting occasional fics here for other fandoms in the general otome genre, so keep an eye out for those.

★ the above rule has been broken by my beloved, twisted wonderland. remember above where i mentioned wanting to post about a new fandom? yeah, it's this one. it became too much of an obsession. the new blog is centered around making night raven college an actual college, as well as just other twst content as well. the username is @daisystwistedgarden. give it a follow if you like that content! i probably won't discuss it much here, as i want the writing to stand on its own, but the pages have very similar layouts. that's me on a sideblog, don't worry :)

★ the masterlists are getting an entire overhaul and will now be organized by character. i procrastinated the hell out of these-- make overhauling the masterlists reason 3.5 for the hiatus. i will queue those up to post overnight sometime this week, so expect those sometime soon.

☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ☆

if you're here, i want to say thank you. this blog, which originally started on a whim, has really done a lot for me. i love writing (even if i hate all the boring administrative parts of running a blog) and the fact that you people spare the time to read my silly little posts is insane to me. while i was gone, we hit the 2k follower mark (and the 2.1k follower mark, too!) and i'm just. baffled. thank you.

i'm back, i'm ready to write, and i'm excited to see where this takes me. give me a couple of days to fully replace all the old posts with new ones and make everything look right, but after that, i'll be posting again like normal. if you're interested in my twisted wonderland content, follow @daisystwistedgarden, and if you want to support my writing and gaza at the same time, consider donating to my "sponsor a WIP" page here.

once again, thank you for reading, for liking, for reblogging, for following, for hanging out in my ask box-- all of it. it means the world to me that i get to enjoy this slice of the internet with such wonderful people.

talk soon. (for real this time). xx

[fluffyprettykitty]

Hello there! I just wanna say how much I love your fics, especially the very spicy ones on my fav Bruce Banner <3 I would love to see a more soft fic (because he’s a big softy) where Bruce comforts his girlfriend after having a nightmare. Take your time ofc! Thank you very much!

Melody

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~500 words

Outline: Your boyfriend, Bruce helps you calm down after a nightmare.

Warnings: anxiety, nightmares.

Author's Note: Hi nonnie, your words are ever so kind to me, hoping you will enjoy this little piece and find it comforting!

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

"Y/N." Bruce's soft voice fills the room as you are gasping awake, shivering, with cold sweat running down your back. His hand is wrapping round your back trying to soothe you.

"Just breathe baby, listen to my voice and breath slowly. In and out."

He is keeping his voice low trying to make you calm as he is caressing your back, his other hand pushing your hair back to better look at your face and expressions.

It wasn't the first time you were having a nightmare, unfortunately, it happened once in a while and it was only the second time that Bruce happened to be sleeping next to you. Maybe he was a light sleeper.

"You are here, with me, safe." He continues, his voice hanging like the softest melody. You try to push the images away from your head, to keep your heart from beating so fast but all you can do is turn around to look at him.

He softly kisses your cheek in return, soothing you with his hands on your hair on your back, moving his delicate fingers in circular motions, allowing you to only listen to his heartbeat. He holds you in his arms, safe and sound, slowly rocking you back and forth repeating your name softly like a song, like a melody.

"Bruce..."

You try to say something, for him to go back to place, you can handle this, something along those lines but his arms around you get so tangled up that you could never escape. Where you push he just holds tighter. Here to comfort you and hold your heart for you because he loved you. He was concerned for you but first, he needed to soothe you enough so eventually, you'd both fall asleep.

"I'm here for you, baby, I'm never going anywhere. Never, ever."

"Baby..."

"Shhh, shhh. Listen to me, please, I'm here."

He pauses for a moment enough to hear your heart beating a little slower, in a different rhythm, and he beings to recite an old college story, something silly but mundane, that soon enough makes you laugh and that laugh doesn't ache your heart.

Another story follows the first one and soon enough you are even asking him follow-up questions. You are getting to know him a little better, he is getting to hold you a little tighter. It's a win-win situation.

His voice keeps you warm and when you fall asleep again you are buried deep within his hairy chest, his arms possessively and lovingly and protectively around you. Like a shield made just for you.

And he does this again, for however many nights you need him to.

And you knew if the opportunity arises you will do the same for him.

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[atlaese]

don’t worry, darling - s.h.

summary: one thing about living in Hawkins, Indiana, is that you're never sure if it is just a regular nightmare or something else. Steve, however, will always be your rock.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader tw: reader has a nightmare, angst from the nightmare, no spoilers for s4, fluff & fluffy ending. words: 1.2K

a/n: hi! i have finals and couldn't sleep because of the stress so I wrote this down last night! I'm forever hoping that one day I'll have someone who comforts me as steve does in this one <3 happy reading!

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You were running. 

You felt the coldness of the dirt under your bare feet –  little leaves and the needles of pine trees sticking to your soles. 

Though it hurt, escaping was the only thing on your adrenaline-filled mind, your heart pumping blood at an intoxicatingly high speed. 

The darkness was hiding in the air surrounding you. It permeated the oxygen your poor lungs desperately needed; hidden in the tiny gusts of wind that ruffled brown leaves on dead trees all around you. 

Or wasn’t it?

Your pace faltered as you questioned your surroundings, why you were running from an unknown darkness and why you weren’t exactly aware of its location. Was there really something, or was your imagination projecting your darkest horrors that were hidden somewhere deep in your subconscious? 

Where did you start off? You had no recollection of why you were running, where you came from or where you were supposed to go. Your chest was heaving, cold sweat running all over your body, yet the thought of having no memories was worse than running from the unknown darkness.

The ground was littered with sharp-edged pebbles where you were running, yet the soles of your feet were perfectly fine, not a scratch in sight. There was something that was off –  an anomaly. Or maybe it was you in this scenario, the anomaly running through another dimension, a tear in the space and time continuum.

Slowly, the world as you knew it started shifting. Up became down and right became left. It felt like the skies were stuck in a tumbling machine, rolling at dazzling speeds.

It was only then that the true horror set in. 

Your body was subjected to the endless tumbling of the skies, and you let out a piercing scream when you felt your body flying through the air. 

The next moment, you fell with a thud on the soft carpet in Steve Harrington’s room, your pillow falling with you in the movement. 

“Babe? Baby? Are you alright?” Steve called out, a panicked edge to his sleep-muddled voice as he couldn’t immediately find you next to him. Didn’t he fall asleep with his arm tightly curled around your waist, hopefully preventing any demo-monstrosity from harming you?

Steve jumped out of the bed and flicked the light-switch on, squinting his eyes to get used to the sudden bright white light.

You were still lying on the side of the bed and Steve could make out the shivers that ran over your body, the t-shirt that you were wearing was soaked with sweat. It looked like you had seen a ghost –  though that was an understatement. There was a horrified expression plastered on your face, tears making their way like a dam that was just unleashed.

“Oh, I’m here, I’m here” he rushed over to you, kneeling down next to you as he grabbed you by the shoulders and almost agressively pushed you against his bare chest.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you now,” he whispered in your ear, his hand softly rubbing your back as a violent sob made your body shudder. “Don’t worry, darling.”

Steve comforted you while you were slowly starting to realize it had just been a bad dream, a momentary disruption of your peaceful night of sleep next to your boyfriend.

“Shh, they can’t hurt you now,” he shushed, not letting go of your body, even when your breathing started to return to a normal pace and when your heart wasn’t galloping like a horse broken free. 

Steve pressed a few kisses on the side of your face, his scent calming you down even more. The tiny whisps of his hair tickled your face, grounding you in the moment. 

You pressed your fingers into the pollen of the carpet, feeling its softness instead of the cold and hard ground of the forest. The combination of Steve’s reassuring whispers, the heat of his body, and the feeling of the carpet underneath you finally calmed you down.

“Hey, what happened,” Steve asked, pulling away slightly so he could take a good look at your face. The tears had stopped and left shiny streaks on your face, which he softly thumbed away as he held your face in his hands.  “I’m here, okay, I’m here.”

“Just a nightmare,” you whispered, your voice a bit raw from the tears. 

Steve scanned your face – still a little anxiety blooming in his chest as he couldn’t wipe the look on your face from his mind. God, how he wished it was him that had the nightmare instead of you. This godforsaken town and its godforsaken curse – you didn’t deserve any of the side effects just because you wanted to help him and the kids.

“Were you… were you back there?” he hesitated, unsure if you even wanted to reminiscence about the event.

You thought back to the dark world, the tumble of the skies and the feeling of eerie darkness all around you. “Yeah, or a version of it at least.”

Steve senses your hesitance to elaborate further, so he stood up and helped you up as well.

“Maybe you should take a hot shower, I’ll get you some new clothes and I’ll stay awake while you get some sleep, hmm, sounds good?” Steve said, rubbing the sides of your arms with care.

After you had quickly taken a shower and pulled on a new shirt, you emerged from the bathroom only to see Steve waiting on the bed next to a mound of pillows and soft tunes of a slow song playing from his record player.

“C’mere,” he held out his arms, still a little worry to be detected on his face.

You fell into his embrace and laid your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Steve pressed another kiss against the soft spot next to your ear and then rested his cheek on top of your head.

“We’ll keep the lights dimmed and I’ve put on your favourite album as white noise,” he whispered, his voice a low timbre that wrapped you in a warm hug. “I’ll keep watch while you try to sleep again, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thank you,” you craned your head to look up at him, before pressing a kiss against his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he nestled his head on top of yours, a small smile on his face now that he knew you’d be okay.

You grabbed one of his hands and laced your fingers with his, closed your eyes and quickly felt the exhaustion set into your bones.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered once he heard your breaths even out. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, not if I can prevent it.”

Maybe that was a stupid promise, especially as a Hawkins resident, a town notorious for disappearing kids and weird murders, but you were the most important person in his life he could think of, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try anything to keep you out of harm's way.

[sablegear0]

I've seen from your reblogs that you're a Metroid fan, so am I :) Which is your favorite kind of Metroid game? FPS (Metroid Prime trilogy), 2D (Super, Fusion, etc.), or Other M. Mine is Metroid Prime trilogy, and imo, it's the definitive Metroid experience.

Yes I am! And I've been slowly uncovering the hidden networks of Metroid people on Tumblr 😁

My first introduction to the series was the Prime games, and for a while I did prefer them, but I think I've evened out; no preference for 2D vs 1st-person 3D and honestly even what OM was doing mechanically has its place. There are the bones of something good in there, but that's a blog for another time.

I actually have a bone to pick with Trilogy, lol. It's a weird nitpicky little hill to do battle on, but I really don't like what they did to the Chozo lore in Prime. In brief, the North American version's(which I played) logs were different from the PAL version, which became Trilogy onward - and I think the changes made take away from the personal connection to Samus and muddy some of the story.

Beyond that one weird hangup, though, I think Prime and/or Echoes are my all-time faves, and what Trilogy did updating the controls was really cool. The release of Remastered has utterly delighted me, too, because now more people can easily and, more importantly, affordably play what I think is one of the best entries to the series - and the graphical facelift and modernized controls are just gravy.

[iheartgod175]

Some Thoughts!

Man, I haven’t done a post like this in a while! But I figured I might as well before I work on one of my numerous WIPs XD

—So, I’ve been back on a Zula Patrol kick like you wouldn’t believe. Though that should be obvious with all the memes I’ve been making, haha! I promise this won’t become a Zula Patrol only blog, haha!

—I’ll be working on building my graphic design/editing skills so I can properly redesign my blogs ^^ You can expect a few graphics throughout the month! :)

—Chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered is also coming along pretty nicely. I’ve been enjoying adding the layers of mystery and horror to the world that Multo ends up in. Oh, and a couple of new characters are making their appearance, too. And that’s all I’m going to say about the subject!

—I’ve also been steadily working on Love Language for the last couple of months. I thought FOR SURE that I’d be posting its first chapter by the end of the month, but life happened—not to mention that I keep coming up with MORE headcanons for Multo and Zeeter that I just have to write down and put in the story. XD Also, the story’s grown to the point where I had to break it up into FIVE chapters, now, with the fifth being the actual conclusion. This story’s been so fun to work on, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it when I finally publish it.

—That being said, I did have a few insecurities regarding the writing of Love Language. I wondered if anybody would actually read this story since 1. ZP isn’t a very well-known cartoon, and 2. Even for rarepair standards, Multo/Zeeter sure seems like it came out of left field. And for about a few weeks, I did leave it alone, out of worry that nobody would read it. But then I came across posts in my feed that said that it’s important to write the stories that you’d like to read, even if they don’t get any readership, because telling your story is what matters. I’ve dealt with this a lot since writing all of my stories, namely my Zula Patrol series. And while I struggle with it occasionally, I’m not going to let that whole “nobody will probably read this” mentality stop me from writing about these goofy aliens, and my favorite opposites-attract ship, of which I’m the sole captain.

—While I’ve been working on Blazin’ Trails content off and on, I’m having a deuce of a time trying to work on the final chapter of the original BT. I’ll literally sit down and open the document, looking for something to leap out at me and inspire me to work…but nothing’s working. And I really want to get things started with Blazin’ Trails Redux as well…*sigh*

—As for Super Why stuff, I’m looking forward to seeing the new shorts that are debuting next month! I got to see the first short, and it’s adorable. And I also can’t wait to see more of Power Paige in action! I just really hope that Woofster and Alpha Pig aren’t written out of the show :(

—Speaking of PBS Kids stuff…I kinda sorta got back into both WordGirl and Arthur. GOD, I feel old! And now, I’m half-tempted to have WG guest star in SRBA like Santiago will. The SRBA ‘verse? More like Into the Reader-verse, LOL XD

—Sodor Magic Crusaders MAY be getting an update in the near future. I thought about working on it for the first time in months, and I remembered that I only have a few episodes left until I can get to write the second season.

—Slowly but surely getting back into Honkai Impact 3rd. I still haven’t gotten a chance to watch the part 2 trailer, but it looks like it’s gonna be interesting!

—One thing’s for sure. Power Paige will definitely appear in the SRBA ‘verse. I just have to figure out what her backstory would be as well as her powers and what kind of fighting style she’d have. I know for sure it won’t be a sword—we already have four sword fighters in SRBA thus far (Super Why, Presto, Muse and Jackson).

—In Super Why news, I HAVE been working on the fifth chapter bit by bit, and I’d like to say that it’s about 65% finished. I don’t think it’ll be quite as long as the last update, but I don’t want to speak too soon ^^;

—I haven’t drawn anime in ages, not since I first started uploading on DeviantArt. And I admit, the pic that I’m going to post of Usagi isn’t the best..but you know what? Screw it! The only way I can improve is to practice, even if it’s wonky or incorrect! ^^

[zgvlt]

frequently asked questions while i don't mind answering the same asks, i take a long time to answer since i'm not online too often 😅 so here's a post for people to refer to in case i'm M.I.A.

WRITING RELATED QUESTIONS

Do you accept requests?

Sorry, no! Don't have the time for it, so I only really write when I feel particularly inspired by a plot/concept.

Will you write for the NRC faculty or the side characters?

One of these days! Though it will be platonic or age-appropriate for the staff. I'm trying to figure out just how to characterize them the best I could first!

Will you ever write a part two for (insert one-shot)? Will you write these headcanons but for (insert characters)?

One-shots: If I feel like it! Especially if it's a fic I'm particularly fond of and I feel could still be explored dynamics wise.

HCs: I usually state when something is going to be a series, so just look out for that!

Are translations of your work allowed?

With permission from me, so please send a DM first! Or leave a comment under one of my fics on AO3. Either way!

Would you ever consider writing for another fandom?

Of course, but not on this blog! And no guarantees I'd ever make a blog in the first place, I'd probably just post on AO3 heehee

GRAPHIC DESIGN/HEADER/THEME RELATED QUESTIONS

How do you make your headers/Do you have any advice on how to make my fic headers/theme look nicer?

See this post I made!

What do you use to make your headers?

Photoshop usually, Illustrator and Canva on occasion.

Where do you get your fonts?

See this post I made!

Can you recommend any apps for editing?

See this post I made!

What are your favorite fonts?

I answered an ask about this recently!

GENERAL QUESTIONS ABOUT ME

What do you do when you're not writing?

Three S's: Studying, Sleeping, Socializing... Mostly the sleeping part, I like getting at least 8 hours, 10 if I'm lucky! I write slowly because when I get free time to write, I decide to just sleep. Oops!

What other games do you play?

I don't really have the time these days (which is why I like games like TWST, easy to play and let run), but I'm into off the top of my head:

Pokemon, Fire Emblem, Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons/Rune Factory/Anything Farming tbh, Persona (especially Persona 3!!! FEMC my most beloved), Animal Crossing, Minecraft, Terraria, Style Savvy, Sims, and a bunch of casual and tycoon games

For Gachas, I don't play much anymore aside from TWST, but I still enjoy content from: Love Live!, Project Sekai, Fate Grand Order, Ensemble Stars, Obey Me (though mostly Mammon), Genshin (but mostly Lumine + Aether + Dainsleif + Paimon), D4DJ

Do you play TWST JP?

Have not touched my account in months because for the life of me I hate having to log into my JP apple ID to update the app

YOU'RE FILIPINO????

Kaloka kayo OO FILIPINO AKO ano ba yan... Bat ba kayo nagugulat WAHAHAHAHA /lighthearted lang di ako galit mwah!

[ciapwrites]

Masterpost!

Hello, welcome to my blog :)

Here is a masterpost where I will put all the fics, complete or WIP! I'll also do my best to add updates, sneak peeks and more! The RED tags beneath titles are warnings! Do not read the fic if these trigger you!

Comments, questions or concerns? Requests, suggestions or anything else? Send me an ask!

The Hobbit

Going Home Major Character Deaths, Depictions of assorted Death, Some Swearing Bilbo Baggins perished shortly after BOFTA and now awaits his companions in the (non-canon-accurate) afterlife. Slowly but surely, he welcomes each of his friends to everlasting peace. 10.2k Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company Angst With a Happy Ending, Bilbo is a Psychopomp of sorts, Heavy Angst, Fluff & Angst Hurt/Comfort.

4 Times Bilbo Refused Help (And One Time He Asked) Ignoring Injuries, Mental Health Issues (One Ring) Bilbo Baggins is tired of being belittled and underestimated by the dwarrow. He is desperate to prove himself, but perhaps his methods are a tad bit... misguided. 4.1K Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company 5+1 Things, Hurt Bilbo, Caring Thorin, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort

Laughing As You Run Kidnapping Wuh-Oh! Gandalf accidentally casts a spell on Bilbo (the king-consort of Erebor!) and he's turned into a child! Drama ensues! (Heavily inspired by my experiences as a childcare professional). 17.7K Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company AU: Everyone Lives, AU: After BOFTA, Bilbo is a little shite, Fluff & Angst, Child!Bilbo

BBC Merlin

Ta Mo Chroi Istigh Ionat Swearing, (Temporary) Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Merlin was raised by Druids and Morgana is running away to join his group. Arthur and Leon are guiding her there safely, and there, they meet the mighty Emrys. 15.8K Words | Merlin/Arthur Immortal Merlin, Druid Prince Merlin, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Evil Uther

Schwellenangst Graphic Depictions of Violence, Swearing Merlin's magic has been revealed and Arthur has sent him away! Morgana finds him and together, they form an unlikely alliance that turns into a friendship. What will happen when Arthur realises his mistake? 30K Words | Merlin/Arthur, Merlin & The Knights, Merlin & Morgana Hurt/Comfort, Good Morgana, Good Mordred, Magic Reveal

Lift With Your Knees (WIP) Swearing Merlin has just awakened his Dragonlord abilities and is struggling to deal with them, let alone balance them with saving the world. Luckily, he has his friends to help. ??? Words | Merlin/Arthur, Merlin & The Knights, Merlin & Morgana Hurt Comfort, Dragon!Merlin, Admittedly OOC

And more to come!