#i got the good end omg it was so sweet im in tears

[cobaltfluff]

I feel like such a fraud looking up a guide for the bad end 😭😭 but when i saw it i was like... bruh this is legit some cheat code... i would never think to use all these specific options.....

#slow damage #spoilers #dust bunny #finished taku's route today!! #i got the good end omg it was so sweet im in tears #then i tried to get the bad end #i couldnt so i looked it up #through that i finally understood the mechanics and how to play the game ksjdjfksllsks #powered through and then emotionally broke at the bad end lol #now i need to wake up for work sigh #sorry towa we game overed so many times #I'll work harder to give you the happiness you deserve from now on 😭😭

[neuvistar]

no bc imagine gamer blade with virgin/inexperienced reader 🥹🥹 (im in my gamer blade brainrot rn omg)

INEXPERIENCED.

— featuring ┊gamer ! blade x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual btw! not proofread cuz i’m a lazy bum, virgin!reader obvi.. blade referred 2 as “yingxing” bladie being all gentle with u but then it goes wrong (he loses 2 his demons), mating press, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊oooo ngl i lowkey feel like he would also be a virgin, like it’s his first time too but he knows more than u do, ykwim? (this has been rotting in my drafts for awhile here u go!!)

honestly.. it’s not like you were experienced in this sort of thing.. and it’s not like you were thinking about doing this kind of thing when you’re ready, you had knowledge about it but you weren’t told that it was gonna probably gonna hurt for the first time?!

here you were, hands gripping at the sheets from beneath your sweating frame.. trying your absolute best not to squeeze and clench around blade’s cock that was carefully buried deep inside your drenched cunt, it’s not like you weren’t enjoying it.. you loved it. you absolutely love the fact that it fits just right, filling you up only a few inches deep! he was not even barely in and you were already moaning out his name, nuzzling your nose against the flesh of his neck to hide the blush that crossed your face. it was embarrassing really, atleast that’s what you thought. you were inexperienced and blade knew that, he said he was as well but you didn’t quite understand just why and how he’s so good with using his dick, you didn’t know if he did this sort of thing before and he was lying or he watched played or watched some.. pornographic film, you didn’t even know! you were so deep in thought that you almost didn’t even feel the pain of him fully sliding himself into you so easily, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

out of reflex almost, your pussy pulsed around his cock.. the walls of your insides pulling him in even closer as blade threw his head back at the sudden movement, fighting the urge to thrust into you completely and break you tonight, but that’s not happening.. no.. not tonight at least. blade wanted to take it slow with you, be sweet.. but the way you were clenching around him made it more difficult to control those urges. “e—easy sweetheart, eaasy.. yeah that’s it..” his voice sent a line of electricity through your body, making you jolt. aeons, he really knew how to use his cock.. he knew how to use it pretty well and he knew how to show you just how good he can use it.

“yingxing.. y—yingxing ‘s too much already.. dunno if i can take it..” you whined to him, clutching tight on the cotton black shirt he always wore until your knuckles turned white, squeezing your eyes shut when you finally feel his cock sliding in and out of you, his thrusts were slow and sweet.. passionate and full of love. but yet, it was your first time and you had such a tough time trying to accommodate his length.. it’s like you could feel tears forming from the ends of your eyes already from how good it felt, yet it hurt like a bitch. you didn’t know if your tears were from the pleasure or pain, but it’s safe to say it was from both.

“you can take it, big girl. i know you can. c’mon, keep going.. you got this.” he praised, well that was a surprise. blade had his hands on your knees to help your legs spread out more, letting the cold air brush against your soaked pussy as you whined again, he bit down on your shoulder to try and restrain himself from ruining you for the night. sweat trailed down all over your body from how hot it was, blade could almost feel like his body was melting and burning from the heat of the moment, running his fingers through his hair as he looked down at you with a dangerous stare. that sight.. that sight of you beneath him.. how sweat dripped down all over your body, how your breasts were slightly bouncing from the impact of his gentle thrusts, how sweet you sounded every time you whispered “yingxing..” under your breath, how you had your hand on your mouth to prevent you from making any more noises.. oh how he stretched your poor pussy out from his cock alone, how lewd the sounds of squelching were.. it drove him crazy.

well, you weren’t wrong when you thought about how good he was with his cock! and there, blade lost control as his slow passionate thrusts became more quickened and desperate ones, his grunts growing louder the more he slammed himself into you, tightening his grip around your knees. “yingxing..?—“ “sorry.. i need this.. i need this now, angel. i’m sorry— ah..” was all he mumbled before his dick practically hit every spot inside your walls, you could’ve sworn you could feel your eyes gouging out of your eye sockets as his pace quickened further, grabbing ahold of your knees and forcefully pinning them against your chest, keeping them in place as he proceeded to dick you down, the sound of creaking from the bed increasing as well as your moans and the noise of skin slapping against each other, fuck.. he was getting more and more desperate the more he fucked his dick into you, egging you on to take more of his length and girth.

“fuck fuck fuck.. yingxing please!” your voice was muffled against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as blade bullied his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt, his tongue flicking against the skin of your neck as his fingers gently squeezed your breast. “mm.. does that feel good?" blade asked softly, his tone now filled with lust. “yeah.. more? you want more? i’ll fucking give you more..”

blade was completely out of it now.. squeezing you in a mating press as he pushed your knees further down your chest, the new position allowed his dick to access your deepest areas.. the pain soon disappearing as it was replaced with pure pleasure and euphoria, the euphoric feeling deep within your veins.. that euphoric feeling of how good he was fucking ypu to oblivion. “don’t squeeze around me like that.. you’re gonna make me cum, [name].. i can’t—“ blade bit his lip as he grabbed your knees, pinning them even further as he pounded inside your aching pussy, the position could make him come alone from how flexible you were.. damn. “yingxing!” the way you said his name, the way his named rolled so gently off your tongue, your teary eyed expression.. he wanted to see even more of it.

honestly.. you were inexperienced but you don’t think that.. you were inexperienced enough to take his cock. you knew damn well that night.. you took him like it was nothing.

perhaps.. maybe you can do it again more often?

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #blade <33 #honkai star rail smut #blade pussy destroyer #hsr smut #blade smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail blade #blade x reader #blade x you #hsr blade #hsr x you #hsr x reader

[mountainficss]

HIHIHIII 🦈 HERE !!! having a wonwoo thoughts again .. (im crazy in love with that man.) but anyways thinking abt him making u wear his glasses while he fucks u cuz it just turns him on ..

or vice versa where he wears his glasses just cuz he likes to see every expression and reaction u have while he fucks u😭😭😭

anyways love u take ur time cuz poopoo bum school is a pain in the ass giving u all these assignments u got important things to do. like writing these fics (super important business!!!) LOVE U 💗

-🦈🦈🦈

HIHIHI ANON I MISSED YOU AND I LOVE YOU SM! 🩶🩶🩶 no and honestly i feel you wonwoo is so pretty…i have the fattest crush on him it’s unhealthy. and omg i know school is so lame 🙄 it’s never even hard work it’s just sooo time consuming. i’m telling you my professors want me to be bored out of my mind. but anyway!

ohhh the idea of wonwoo being turned on by you wearing his glasses is so…UGH i love that. you’d probably just snatch them off his face for fun, running away with them and sliding them on to see his reaction. you’d smile at him widely and you’d be met with an astounded look from wonwoo. he would know you took them just to mess around and had an innocent intent, but oh seeing you in his glasses would turn him ON. his brain would flash him an image of you underneath him wearing nothing but his glasses, and he would feel his cock immediately stiffen in his pants. he’d hastily make his way over to you and pick you up, practically throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom. in seconds wonwoo would be tearing off your clothes, giving you needy kisses while you let out dreamy sighs. his glasses would still sit cutely on the end of your nose, and your eyes would meet his through the lenses with a dazed look. he felt like he was going insane seeing you looking so cute in his glasses. and your bare body would just make his cock throb harder. “keep them on,” he’d command breathlessly, tugging his shirt over his head and untying his sweats. “’m gonna fuck you while you wear those.” you’d smile devilishly at him as he fishes his cock out of his boxers, twisting his hand around it and throwing his head back in pleasure. “do i look cute in them?” you’d tease, reaching a hand up to adjust them playfully. wonwoo would groan as he peered down at you, fisting his cock faster at your actions. “you look so good,” he’d sigh, feeling you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. “need to feel you.” he’d line his length up to your hole, pushing in slowly as both of you gasp at the stretch. he’d bottom out in one thrust, your tight heat making him feel dizzy. he’d study your face as he gives you time to adjust, admiring the soft blush on your cheeks and your cute expressions as he starts to rut into you. his cock always made you feel so full, and this time would be no different as he glides easily into you. he’d cup your cheek with one hand and you’d wrap both of your hands around his forearm, turning your head to teasingly kiss his palm. he mutters a small fuck and runs his thumb along the temple of his glasses, feeling you tighten around him. “can i take these back, baby?” he’d ask, his voice strained from trying to hold back his quickly-approaching orgasm. “need to see you. wanna see the faces you make.” you’d chuckle at him asking for permission as if they weren’t his glasses, releasing his arm to take them off. you’d slide them back on his face slowly, watching the moment he seems to really see you. his pupils would dilate at the sight of your lewd expressions, and he’d struggle to not roll his eyes back in ecstasy at the way you look at him. his hips would pound into you with quick thrusts, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot and bringing you closer to climax. “you’re so pretty,” he’d mumble mindlessly, leaning in to press a kiss onto your forehead. “really like when you wear my glasses.” you’d thread your fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as your orgasm washes over you in a powerful wave, threatening to send wonwoo over the edge too. he fucks you through your climax, feeling his cock pulsing inside of your heat and filling you full of his cum with a drawn-out moan. he’d hover over your weak form as you both try to catch your breath. “well,” you’d pant, releasing your grip on his hair and running your fingers through it to soothe the sting. “i like when you wear them too.” <3

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag

#thoughts #seventeen #seventeen smut #smut #svt smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonu #mountainficss

[beforeimdeceased]

IM SO HOOKED ON CRYBABY I NEED MORE OMG

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT6

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you’ve had enough at this point.

a/n: the next chapter is already in the works and guys…things get so… like there’s no going back i think this is the end point 😭

i don’t care if it hurts

masterlist.

no one can get a word in before jesse breaks up the fight. “we go on in two minutes. get it together. fucking get cleaned up.” he pulls at ellie.

you’re baffled, really. such a silly word but it’s the only one you can use. abby never really got into fights, that you’d known of. she was one of your best friends. and you never had the heart to tell her about what ellie had done, so how did she figure everything out? why are you spiraling? ellie probably said or did something to get herself punched. maybe this has nothing to do with you?

“and i’m very excited to introduce our next performers. watching them go from garages, to performing on stages, to signing record deals has been a beautiful journey. i’m happy to say i’ve been here since the beginning. now please make some noise for, seattle revival!”

you and abby are sat backstage as you dress her wounds. you wait to hear a familiar string of notes from jesse as he starts their first song, but you’re surprised by ellie’s voice on the mic.

“guys i just want to start the show off by apologizing to someone very near a dear to me. a very special person in my life who i’ve hurt—“

“we love you ellie!”

“aww i love you too. i want to say i’m sorry to her because i did some really fucked up shit in the past and i hope that she can forgive me and that we can move past it.”

the crowd cheers.

“and go back to being lovey dovey girlfriends. please forgive me babe. it’ll never happen again.”

abby’s mouth falls so far to the ground you could stick your fist in it. her face has never turned red faster. “what the fuck is she talking about? you guys were—are dating?”

you frantically shake your head. “no abby she’s lying. i don’t know what she’s gaining from it either. i think we should go now.”

“and this next song is dedicated to her—“ she points to you, an employee tugs at you to make you more visible, pulling you to the stage. a spotlight falls on you. everybody’s phone is up. everybody’s flash is on. here come the waterworks, fuck. didn’t you say you weren’t gonna cry today?

and then a familiar string of notes plays. jesse and dina catch on quickly, and your heart seeps. there was no way she was playing this song right now.

“when you were here before.”

you’re taken back to that first rehearsal. stuffed in jesse’s parents garage on a gloomy day. you were sitting on a scratched up couch, petting his cat. ellie looked over to you with a smile on her face. “you listen to a lot of music?”

you nod. “i love music. i was honestly so excited to hear you guys are starting a band. i’ll be your first groupie! handmade merch and everything.”

she laughs before whispering something to jesse and dina, then returning to the mic. “we’re gonna dedicate this one to our first groupie.”

“couldn’t look you in the eyes.”

dina and jesse slipped off after that practice and you knew they’d gone to go fuck somewhere, so you stayed with ellie. “they have no idea how to be discreet about it.” you laugh. she shrugs. “good on them, atleast i’m not alone dealing with it anymore.”

she’d convinced you to grab icecream with her. nestled in the booth of the old restaurant over an icecream sundae. soft music playing from its speakers. it was nearly empty, and it had started to rain outside.

“so how long have you known jesse and dina?” you ask, dipping a spoon in your side of the sweet treat. she grabs a cherry from the top, popping it into her mouth. “since we were kids in highschool. those are my best friends. i’m excited to be starting a band with them, and i’m glad i got to meet you.”

you blush.

you’re crying now. onstage, you’re crying. you can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks and underneath your chin. you wipe at them but they just won’t go away. she was so sweet to you a couple years ago. she was the sweetest person you’d ever met. how could you even compare the person singing to you now, and the person you’d met back then?

then you get a glimpse of her. it’s in her eyes. you’re flashing back between that memory and now. her hand in yours, running through the rain. catching the bus back to jesse’s. staying up and watching movies all night. waking up the next day to the lovebirds apologizing, while you and ellie laugh about it so hard your stomachs started to ache.

and you’re conflicted because this is the same ellie that got drunk at a party and threw up all over you. twice. then the next day said, “atleast it was better than what you’d been wearing.” jesus, she was addicting. she’d hooked you in and completely destroyed you. your self esteem. and now she was trying to play nice?

out of the corner of your eye, before you can catch it, abby is walking onstage. she takes a moment to look at you, tears streaming down your face, and decides to turn around. she walks away and it takes you a minute to follow behind. calling for her. begging her to come back.

“abby stop. where are you going?”

“no, just stop. you’re pathetic. why do you take the shit she does? don’t you have any respect for yourself?”

you’ve never heard her speaking to you this way. between your head rushing from the crying and the whiplash you’re getting from her harsh words, you feel like you’re going to pass out. “i don’t just take it abby. how do you even know about that stuff—“

“because jesse and dina told me! i’m supposed to be your best fucking friend but you can’t even communicate the simplest of things. the things i know are hurting you inside. i was gonna— never mind. fucking forget it.”

and then she walks away, disappearing into a hallway. fading away slowly like a ghost. body blurred from your tears. you feel your feet get weak first, then you drop to your knees and onto the ground. huddling within yourself. letting all your tears fall.

the “seattle revival’s last show after party” is one you refused to miss. with everything happening between abby and ellie, you were more than prepared to let it all go. to get drunk or high or whatever the fuck, and stop feeling. this very thought picked you up off that floor, and led you to the dressing rooms. you enjoyed the rest of the show from there, wiping at your face so hard you felt like it would bruise.

when the band found their way into the dressing room, dina and jesse rushed over to comfort you. “i swear i’d bash her head in if it didn’t interfere with the tour. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be apologizing for her but it’s the only way you’ll get a real one. i’m sorry.”

you had sat with the pain for long enough. you’d cried enough. you didn’t know where abby was or why she said what she did but it was your breaking point. if you were a house, she had pulled a loose brick. making everything collapse within itself. and tumble over everyone else in its path. you felt like…ellie. the world had darkened. the small light, the tiny bits of happiness in you, had melted away. you didn’t care anymore.

you get up to face ellie, her smile fading when her eyes meet yours. everything had left them. all that purity. all that love, was gone.

“honestly i’m over it. let’s go to the after party.”

#bunnie can speak? ☆ #ellie williams #・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine #bun’s asks ꕤ #ellie williams x you #bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #ellie fanfic #abby angst #abby anderson imagine #mean!ellie #mean!abby #williams ellie #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie williams x reader fluff #ellie x you #tlou headcanons #tlou fanfic #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #wlw imagine #modern!ellie williams #modern ellie #modern!abby #rockstar!ellie

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hi, could you do a Charlie Morningstar x GN Reader Platonic/ Romantic(sprinkle NSFW) either fic or headcanon? She's my fave aside from Alastor.~ I love her so much as Verbalese paid 50k! (jk)

Sweet As Candy

Charlie Morningstar x GN!Reader

TW: NSFW SPRINKLED IN HERE- MINORS GO AWAY PLEASE!!!

A/N:I have deprived my followers of Charlie content for too long. I am sorry. ALSO I WENT A LIL HEAVY ON THE NSFW PART IM SO SORRY FRIEND! I can talk about Charlie all day, I love her so much.

-👑 You both start off as good friends, you knew her for so long that you just kinda know the best ways to wrangle her in when she gets too excited.

-👑 This girl trusts and loves you so much like even before you both start dating? You say something or give her your honest opinion even though it might hurt her feelings? She gladly listens and thanks you for your input. 

-👑 Oh boy when she realizes she has feelings for you? She’s stuck in a little funk, because you're her best friend in all of hell and now she has feelings for you? What if you reject her? What if you hate her? It takes some divine intervention from Lucifer for her to not constantly break down from overthinking everything. 

-👑 Now this goes without saying, Lucifer? Adores you. You're Charlie's best friend (and crush), but if you hurt her he will kill you. No if ands or buts. Charlie tells him not to threaten you, she doesn’t want him to freak you out.

-👑 Once she realizes you feel the same? OH BOY- She’s a happy camper and just hugs you before immediately pulling away asking if you’re sure because dating THE princess of hell can put a target on your back easily. Once you say you are very much sure you want her and only her? She tears up and starts crying, it’s not sad tears but happy ones! She is just like her father and when she gets super emotional it ends up in tears.

-👑 Omg Kisses abound, like if you don’t like showing a lot of PDA? She kisses your cheek but she actually kisses you in private! But if you don’t mind the kisses? She’s giving you a bazillion before night time. She can’t help it! You’re just too darn cute!

-👑 I have a hunch she loves taking photos of you- Like some? You’re not even paying attention to the camera or you’re just busy with something else, she has a folder in her phone with pictures upon pictures of you. She’s a simp. (The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.)

-👑 Also a huge cuddler, just standing somewhere with her? She’s moving behind you to hold you, arms wrapped around your waist as she leans against you. She’s tall asf she has the privilege of doing so. Sitting on her lap? She’s got you locked in and she’s not letting you go anytime soon? She may look weak but this girl is strong asf.

-👑Sleep headcanon rq? She snores but it’s so soft you can’t hear it unless you’re super close to her. Also moves alot, like her legs twitch and she tends to not be comfortable enough so when she is? She starfishes out on the bed so you have to either lay on top of her or get used to waking up with an arm on your face/neck.

-👑 PETNAMES GALORE!! Calls you so many names: Baby, babe, sweetheart, lovebug, the list goes on and on.

ONTO THE NSFW!! WATCH OUT!

-👑 Service top most of the time, only really cares about your own pleasure than her own. But when she’s riled up or showing her true form (*cough* in the show *cough*) she’s very much the dominant one. 

-👑 Most definitely talked to you about this before because she loves and cares for you but has a safeword for both of you, such as the red, yellow and green light or something easy enough both of you can say.

-👑 She loves it when you use her horns as something to grab onto but don’t be too rough as they are sensitive. Other than that? Grab them horns and pull her head around, she loves it. 

-👑 In my mind she hates being degraded but if you want her to degrade you or just talk dirty? Give her a moment to shake the flush off her cheeks then she’ll call you all types of names. 

-👑 Whatever equipment you have down there? Doesn’t matter to her, she loves you and will peg the shit out of you. 

-👑 If you do get to pleasure her? It doesn’t take long until she goes into subspace and starts crying from the pleasure. Check up on her every now and then please, cause she’d be too lost in the pleasure to voice something if it crosses a line for her.

-👑 AFTERCARE QUEEN RIGHT HERE!! She’ll pick you up and take you to her bathroom. Want bathbombs? You got it baby. Want to do face masks as well? Of course!

-👑 Will definitely wash your hair and clean any marks she left on you. Please return the favor and wash her hair too, she’s just a simple girl who wants love.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #charlie x reader #charlie morningstar #charlie x gn!reader #hazbin charlie #charlie x you

[brighttears]

hi! back again with another request, i hope that’s ok! if not then totally ignore this. For the request: could we get a jealous reader? Im always seeing Fics where Joel is jealous and would like to see that changed up! Maybe she sees Joel hanging around another woman more his age and she gets insecure, idk it’s totally up to you how it happens. if you do take this request then thank you so much, if it’s not something you’re interested in writing then that’s ok too and thank you for your fics!! <3

Joel Miller x reader

No physical description except for having hair, leaning fem but no pronouns or explicit mentions, no use of y/n 

Warnings: age-gap, mentions of sex, drinking, Angst (happy ending), pet names (honey), you have a big fight :,(

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: omg love this idea. Thank you for the request you’re so sweet and I’m happy to do them !! helps so much with writer's block plus I get to do cool stuff like this lol. This was challenging so I hope it doesn't disappoint :P

P.s. if any of yall’s name is Emily i apologize just replace it with the name of someone you hate lol

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Even from all the way across the bar, you’re burning up, watching the way the woman in front of Joel twirls her hair and flashes her teeth when she laughs over enthusiastically at his jokes. Thankfully his back is to you so you can’t be tortured by whatever his expression—or wherever he’s looking—may be. 

Ever since you got to Jackson women have been crowding Joel like he’s the only man on the commune and it’s been driving you up the wall. You want to go over and give Joel a big wet kiss and tell her to fuck off, but you and him have never had a discussion about ‘us’, so you have no real right to claim him. Still, it burns, and that woman, Emily, as you’ve come to learn her name, as Joel’s number one fan, has such a punchable face. A matching burn of the whisky from your glass is welcomed down to your stomach.

When she leans forward, showing off the goods, you can’t stand it anymore, down the dregs of your drink and storm out of the Tipsy Bison. The icy breeze cools you down some but you’re in no way calm once you’re back at the house. Stomping up to your room—you and Joel’s room, you strip your jacket and immediately grab your gun to deep clean. Icey pain drips from your heart down into the crater of lava in your chest and it hisses in your ears.

Sitting at the head of the bed, you’re almost done with the fourth cleaning when Joel’s recognizable stomps sound with the creaking and slam of the front door. You continue to clean, not looking up when he comes in. 

“Hey,” he says breathily, innocently. 

“Hm. I’m surprised you even came home.” you reply, still not looking up. Still aflame, you keep a mostly even tone but Joel easily catches the pointy edges. 

He pauses, then finishes kicking off his boots to straighten up and turn to you, “An’ why’s that?”

“I mean I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow morning on your walk of shame from Emily’s house.” you keep your focus on the final wipe down of your gun.

“What?” 

“What? Can’t blame me, I saw her eyefucking you. Basically shaking her tits in your face, too. Didn’t stay long though, it was actually kind of fucking gross.” 

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?”

“Oh, don’t act stupid.” you finally meet his gaze, “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Go fuck whoever you want. I guess it’s none of my business. Would have been nice to know that that was the deal here before we started sharing an actual bed, though.” you go back to overpolishing the metal, trying to act nonchalant, but your chest is full of mud. 

“What makes you think I’m goin’ around fuckin’ other women?” 

“Well, now that you’ve got the pick of the litter, why settle for me?” you finally place your gun down loudly on the nightstand. 

Joel raises his voice in sternness, “What the fuck r’you talkin’ about?”  

You take a deep breath through your nose, refusing to let your anger go, but the icey, tight pain is tearing at your heart and you can’t stop it from piercing through your voice when you say, “I just—I just thought it was me, I thought it was me you wanted.”

“What—’course you’re—where’s all this comin’ from?” 

You stand to face him and scoff, “Please, you think I don’t see the way the women here have been looking at you? They drool all over you, and you just let them, you throw ‘em a smile.” you voice is teeming with attitude, “Never saying a word to me about it. What is it, are you ashamed of me? I have to be your little secret? I’m just some young—some young…” you stop yourself before you finish a sentence you know you’ll regret, no matter how much you want to stick him with it, but it’s too late.

Joel steps one foot towards you and shoves his finger out, glowering, “Good call not finishin’ that sentence.” he growls, “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to though cause it sure as hell ain’t me.”

You pick your fire right back up, “I thought maybe I’d be good enough but there's things I don’t have, huh? Need a woman more your speed? Well, you’re free to let Emily fuck you better, just please don’t bring her back here, okay?” you end it with your voice drenched in sarcasm.

It’s Joel’s turn to scoff now, “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I don’t give a shit about Emily! I’m not fuckin’ her! Wh—” Joel narrows his eyes, “You tryin’ to say I’m a cheater? Is that it? That's what you think a me?” 

“N–no,” you stutter, suddenly realizing that that is what you’re accusing him of. 

Near shouting, he continues, “You don’t trust me. That's what this is about.” 

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” you move towards him but he steps back.

“How the hell else am I supposed’t take that?”

“I’m just scared.” the confession jumps out of you.

“Scared of what?” he shouts.

“Of you leaving me!” your voice breaks and you choke back the onset of a sob, but Joel loses no venom.

“You’re scared of me leaving? After all this time—after everything, you think I’m—I’d—I don’t want to leave you! Talkin’ to Emily, I was just tryin’ t’be fuckin’ polite, be,” he takes another step towards you, “social, that’s all! You think I can’t talk to women without tryna get in their pants? Is that really the kinda man you think I am? Should I stop talkin’ to Maria, too? Cause I’m such a piece a shit cheater I’m probably tryna get at her, too, huh? My own brother's wife? That’s what you think a me?” 

“No,” you nearly scream, hitting your hands to your head to grab at your hair, “that’s not what I mean, that’s not what I’m trying to say!”

“Then what are you trying to say?” He yells back.

Your chest is starting to heave, beginning to be overwhelmed with emotion, but you try to keep it under control, not wanting to break down in the middle of an argument. “I just hate seeing it! I hate seeing the women here fucking crawling all over you like cats in heat and you just fucking take it, like you want it, you want them, not me, now that I’m not the only option, you’ve got all these pretty women just waiting for you to knock on their fucking door, and I was just—just—”

“What, just some young pussy?” Joel snarls.

“No one that mattered! No one special! And all of it was empty, all the words, the sex, the time we shared, I was just a placeholder for a proper woman, cause I’m not good enough, was never good enough for you…” your voice shatters as the whirling in your head and heart overcomes you and you step back until the back of your knees hit the bed, then flump down and put your head in your hands, trying not to sob.

Instinctually, Joel comes to kneel before you, his anger beginning to melt away when his attention shifts to you in pain. He takes your wrists to uncover your face, saying nothing, only focusing your eyes and his, now gentle, as you continue to try to control your jumping breaths. After a few moments of you unsuccessfully calming yourself, Joel moves his hand to stroke your cheek, over the side of your face, into your hair. When your breathing has calmed some, he looks over your face and wipes away the few escaped tears. “I hate it when you cry but you look so pretty when you do.” he tells you, soft and quiet, pulling a small laugh out of you. Once your inhales and exhales are at an even pace, he speaks up again, with a soothing tone, “Okay. Now I’ve calmed down, n’ you’ve calmed down.” he takes a deep breath and you do with him, like you’ve learned to, before he continues, “I know all a that was just outta anger. N’ we’re just not at an understandin’ here… Honey I’m in love with you.” 

His words make you take a deep, post-cry shuddering breath. Remembering you have to say something back, you whisper, “I’m in love with you, too.”

After a few silent but full moments with Joel stealing glances at your lips, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod your head as you’re already leaning in as a response. Your lips essentially smash together, want igniting in both of you. You lean forward until he’s on the floor and you’re sitting on top of him, both hands holding his face while one of his clutches your hip and the other slides over your jaw and into your hair. Then Joel pushes you up and onto the bed, nosing into your neck from above you, sticking wet kisses all up and down it while your hands tangle in his hair. He slows and drags kisses back up to your mouth. Sounding drunk, Joel finds time between your mouths to say “Don’ want no one else.”

Between kisses you continue to converse, “So can I punch Emily in the face?”

“Mmm, I don't think Maria would like that very much. Why don’tcha just give me a big sloppy kiss next time she won't leave me th' fuck alone?”

“I can do that. Can we hold hands?”

“Yeah we can do that. Can I squeeze yer ass?”

“Only when someone’s looking. You can do it when they're not either but I would prefer if you did it while you know one of those alley cat’s watchin’.”

“Mhm. Every time. Let em’ all know.”

“You know, you’re gonna have a lot less friends once I scare all of them away.”

“Fuckin’ fine by me. I got everyone I need already.”

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fan fiction #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller angst

[lxmbr]

Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so. 

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing 

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his  sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??" 

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!" 

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling 

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af 

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined 

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering 

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek." 

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-" 

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited 

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew 

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

#niji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #mysta rias #nijisanji en #shu yamino #vox akuma #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #fanfiction #fanfic #headcannons #marraige #JanesShitposting

[asoulwithadream]

TEASER REVIEW BECAUSE I'M DEAD

it's him. he's back. HE'S BACK. BESTIES HE'S BACK. i'm sick. his letter has caused my entire brain to shut down. "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I LOVE BEING NEAR YOU. BREATHING THE SAME AIR" bestie how did you find ao3 in 1717? AND THEY GAVE US ALL THAT IN THE FUCKING TEASER TOO?????? dude he looks so fucking heartbroken– YEARNING RAAAAAAAH

THIS FUCKING SCENE— he CUSTOMISED THE TOPPERS TO LOOK LIKE THEM I'M CRYING SOBBING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR. omg omg omg omg they love eachother so much PLEASE. and poor sweet ed jesus he has been CRYING AND HE LOOKS SO EMPTY IM SICK IM DYING IM DEAD. i'm sick, i need the icu help. does this mean he's good at painting.

GOTH UNIFORMS. THEY'RE REAL. im so incredible sick frenchie has cat claws. HE HAS CAT CLAWS IM DYING. and JIM HAS A PAINTED BEARD and SHAVED SIDES. i'm actually going to burst into tears. my heart is going to stop at any moment. even FANG HAS A COOL NEW UNIFORM

i don't think i'm alive anymore at this point. THE PARALLEL. THE PARALLEL. and 9 guns he literally turned into the kraken. HE TURNED INTO THE VERY THING HE HATED HELP ME PLEASE (also did anyone notice the scene where he rose out of the ocean was very similar to potc??????? help??????) stede please stop looking lovingly out in the distance my heart has gotten enough beatings

competent stede in red. FABULOUS IM GOING TO CRYYY 2. izzy hands it's izzy isreal it's you PLEASE this is so reminisence of all the ao3 fics— izzy's finally realised what ed has become and needs to go find stede and bring ed back PLEASE HELP I'm GOING TO CRY IZZY AND STEDE BEING FRIENDS NO NO NO NO NO HELP HELP HELP HELP this is his road to self discovery and acceptance and love i'm feral

that's the same place mofos THAT'S THE SAME PLACE. THEY'RE CLOSE. omg they're going to end up FIGHTING EACHOTHER AREN'T THEY AREN'T THEY OR IS IT THE FIRST TIME THEY SEA EACHOTHER . (also, COMPETENT STEDE?????) HELP ME THEY'RE SO FIGHTING. OMG what if they're running TOWARDS EACHOTHER OKFLAIKHFL please this is insane i will cry david jenkins you have forsaken us all.

minnie what are you doing to stede. HE DOESn'T WANT IT. He'S UNCOMFORTABLE IN SUCH A STATE. LITERALLY THE NAME OF ONE OF THE EPISODES ANNE LEAVE HIM ALONE, (and do it to me) (please i'm desperate)

these two barbies are having the times of their lives.

im convinced that "susan" (whoever ruibo quan is playing) is a mermaid. buttons is being taught the way of the sea by her since she is part fish. she is setting him up with the ocean so they can make sweet love, instead of yearning like captain blondie and emo over there

WHO'S FALLEN IN A RIVER IN LEGO CITY. IT MUST BE SOMEONE ON BLACKBEARD'S SHIP MATES IS IT ED????? ED HAS FALLEN OFF A SHIP IN LEGO CITY. HELP ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW OMG THE REVENGE ISN'T SINKING ISN'T SHE??? PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME

THIS IM SORRY BUT WEE JOHN IS LOOKING ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS, ROACH HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, AND IS THAT PETE THAT MUST BE PETE IT'S PETE ISN'T IT IT'S BLACK PETE. we don't have enough content with pete. YOU KNOW WHY? or else it would have to include LUCIUS. HAH. got you there david

well. that concludes my current rant. other parts of the trailer have been excluded bc they deserve their own posts OR others have phrased it better than me LMAO (yeah because what i wrote is peak shakespeare)

october 5th can't come fast enough help me

**UPDATE: FULL THEORY BASED ON THIS

#ofmd #our flag means death #rant #ofmd teaser rant #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2 #stede bonnet #ed teach #david jenkins #taika waititi #rhys darby #they're back they're really actually back #october 5th

[nwjn-z]

Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh sp

[doriana-gray-games]

hello dearest author! I found TASH:AAH (abbreviation struggle 😖) a few days ago and it is AMAZING— I adore the writing and characters you’ve built for these names so much! definitely will do all the routes!

oh, but I do have a NSFW (but fluffy?) question. I saw it a while ago on another blog, and you definitely don’t have to answer if you don’t want to or if it makes you uncomfortable (sorry!!) I was wondering, how would the ROs react to an MC that one day maybe got a little emotional during ‘the act’ and ended up teary-eyed and repeatedly saying ‘I love you…’ ? ‘twas a shower thought, truly.

Ahhh <3<3<3 I love it when people say they will try all the routes!!! 😍 PLZ DO!

Hmmmm, not sure it's nsfw but I'll tag it! -.- It might be now...

I have a soft spot for genuinely caring ROs, so they would all very much check up on the MC, make sure they are ok, nothings wrong etc.

But more specifically:

(I assume it's late stage romance/love stage)

W: OMg lol, they would freak out. Just a mess of, I did that wrong, I hurt them, damn my strength, type thoughts running through their mind. But if MC can explain that it is not a bad reaction per se, I think... they too might tear up a little and then you'd have an overtly lovey dovey lovemaking with an abundance of reassurances and loving affirmations.

L: ... stunned lol. Like, full on freeze mode. Then... once everything is cleared up... ngl... they find it hot. Very hot. Passionate love making ensues!

A: Probably would know that crying can happen during such times... but the 'I love you's might be more... rare. And so would their reaction be. They would slow down. 'Don't cry, don't cry' they would whisper. Forcing you to look at them, to breathe. To smile. Hi. Its all good. Im here. Im not going anywhere... I love you too. Let me cheer you up with my ?!%#?!

H: Would depend on route I think... but one version would be very caring, a reverent slowness ensuing, a lot of kissing, maybe after, taking you to a bath and feeding you chocolate sweets... The other version... 😳 well, they wouldn't slow down exactly...

#aaoth n s f w #character reactions

[httpsbearily]

18+ request!!

Would you be able to do something with Niru from AFK Journey, please? Maybe some body inspection, Niru completely fascinated by the Readers anatomy, finding out all the "sweet spots" that make the Reader go completely insane before eventually giving the Reader exactly what it needs?

Hope you can do something with that, thank you!! <3

☆*: Doctor’s Diagnosis

[Tags]: smut | niru x reader | GN reader

Minors Do Not Interact!

[Author’s Note]: my very first request yippiee!!! I was super excited to write this omg you have no idea. Just one thing: if Niru appears in the story then I have yet to meet him so Im soooo sorry if he's OOC. Also, I hope this is what you meant by body inspection because I got a little carried away with the graveborn x human trope mmm yummy

Exhaustion weighed down your body, seeming to anchor every step you took and making you fight to your life’s end just to raise them. You didn’t even know where you were or were you were going—your conscious abilities had shut down some time ago and your body was relying solely on its instinct to survive. Despite the fact that the deep wound on your shoulder hadn’t stopped bleeding since it was struck on you, your hazy mind had accepted the warmth the blood had provided as it soaked your clothes…it almost felt peaceful, like an embrace.

In full honesty, your current state was the consequence of your own brash actions. All your life you had dreamt of holding a title of a knight in the Heroic Order; With blood, sweat, and tears you had trained devotedly. You had braved dark nights out in nature to hone your perceptive skilled, you had braved each season for the sake of sharpening your archery skills, you had even braved the loneliness that came with a life’s dedication to nothing but the bow. You thought you were ready. You thought you all but had an official H.O. title ranking. You thought you dreams would finally become a reality.

But you thought wrong.

“You excel at the bow,” the overseer of the campaign had told you, “but without a sword you’re as good as dead in a war. Even master archers rely on a blade to defend themselves in a breach of defense.”

And just like that your world had came crashing down. You had spent all your life perfecting the art of the bow-and-arrow that the thought of swordsmanship had never even crossed your mind. To think that a piece of metal would be your downfall….you wouldn’t let it.

With Dura as my witness, you had sworn to yourself, I will become a knight.

So [stupidly] you had left the campaign grounds, went home, packed a backpack full of essentials, and left Holistone. On your way out of the city you purchased a black iron sword from some blacksmith; It took you some time to adjust to the weight of it. It was much different from the bow, especially with its weight distributed in a way that was a complete opposite to what you were used to. Without so much as a goodbye to family and friends—sending Dura a prayer in askance that she keep them safe —you marched down the dirt paths of Espiria and willed yourself not to turn around. You would be back soon, you were determined to grasp the sword art faster than you had a bow.

With this misplaced confidence you thrust yourself into battles blindly, starting off with one of the lower threat hypofiends and slowly leveling up once your ability increased. All things considered, your situation was going fine. You hadn’t suffered any major injuries in the weeks you had been gone, and you had picked up a sword trick or two. Really, you had progressed just as you’d hoped. The problem now was fighting real threats.

Of course all this time you wandered the lands you had kept your bow and quiver securely attached to you back just in case, but you had not used them once—you didn’t let yourself. Perhaps that was the tipping point of your downfall. When you had stumbled into a gurgling camp, you hadn’t noticed the massive leader resting in the shadows with its barbed club. You didn’t notice it until it was too late. In the midst of fending off the hoard of smaller gurgling, the leader had roared and swung its weapon into you. Because it was dramatically large, you had [miraculously] managed to avoid a killing strike with a last second dodge, but at the same time, one of the barbs had caught your shoulder. The metal point tore into your skin, ripping a deep gash from your collar bone to the end of your shoulder blade. Immediately you had cried out in agony, but the adrenaline coursing through your body had allowed you to switch your sword to your other hand and swing the blade at the hand of the leader. Although you had missed a critical strike, you had deferred the leader enough for it to pull its club away and step back in a dodge. Within that split second you had turned and sprinted away.

For a short while you heard the gruglin gang chasing after you, but once you had successfully escaped you slowed to a walk. At first, the searing heat of your wound had you nauseous with pain, but you could only heave out hoarse gasps and trudge forward to find a safe place to tend to yourself. After what felt like hours though, you seemed to forget the pain. In fact, you had begun feeling like you were out on a casual stroll back in Holistone. If it weren’t for the intense tiredness that wracked your body, your dizzy mind trick you entirely.

Rest, your body screamed at you, rest rest rest.

Keep moving, you willed back.

But it came to a point where you could no longer hold yourself up and collapsed on the ground. You lay motionless, panting shallowly and staring blankly up into the night sky. The stars were quite beautiful tonight, you wondered if your family thought so too.

Minutes passed with you simply admiring the constellations like this, you had even reached your arm up to trace some out with your fingers. The sound of leaves crunching under soft footsteps almost escaped your awareness—almost. With a start you jumped to your feet and held your iron sword in front of you in a defensive position.

“Who’s there?” You demanded in question, straining your eyes to see in the night.

“How peculiar,” a grave voice said, “you hold a sword in front of you, but your body is not designed for it.”

It felt like the voice was coming from all directions and you felt you heart rate pickup. With darting eyes, you began to slowly spin around in search of the intruder.

“My body design is of no matter to you. Leave, now. I don’t wish to harm you.” You spoke, but you didn’t know to who and it was raising your stress levels, making you dramatize the threat the longer this went on.

“It matters more than you think. Let me have a closer look.”

Before you could think about their words, you felt cold hands grasp your forearms. You let out a noise of surprise, dropping your sword as you moved in attempt to escape—however, the hands were like an iron grip. It was like your thrashing was futile as the hands stretched your arms out away from your body, moving them like this was some sort of skeletal examination.

“Hey, get off of me!” You exclaimed.

“Hmm…yes, I see. Your arms hold strength here,” as the voice spoke, the cold hands massaged with pressure the muscle connecting your forearm to your inner elbow before moving to your tricep in emphasis to his words, “and here. These are not the points of a swordsman.”

“What are you, some kind of doctor?” You sneered.

“Yes, my life’s work. I can tell your design is quite perfect, even your soul is quintessential. Yes. You’ll be exemplar.” The hands finally let you go so you swiveled around. Before you stood a tall—extremely tall—man. From a glowing green lantern he held you could see that he was…otherworldly to be quite frank. He had long gray hair that reached his waist and he was dressed in some kind of black skirt that was so long it dragged on floor, covering even his feet. His shirt—top…armor…?— was black as well and matching to his skirt, both of which appeared to have ghoulish green accents. To his left stood a large scythe that he seemed to plant in the ground so that it could stand on its own. Even that weapon showed a pattern sporting the same glowing green color. On his head he wore a black crown with, surprise, green stones. What shocked you the most, however, were his magnificently green eyes which were quite literally glowing.

A quick and fleeting thought crossed your mind, transcendent, but you shooed it away by narrowing your eyes at the self-proclaimed doctor.

“What are you talking about? My soul? Who are you?” You interrogated, willing yourself to not get too carried away with your admiring.

“I don’t particularly like it when my patients incessantly chatter. It disrupts my examination.”

You crossed your arms, “Some doctor you are. I’d call it a quack.”

The man only grinned—at least you thought so, he seemed to have a permanent wicked smile on his face—and brought his hands together in a shape that looked like he held an invisible orb. As if directing some kind of energy to the center of them, the space in between illuminated a soft white color. “Souls are the most vital organ of a body. Most burn yellow, but yours is white. Why is that? I must find out.”

Then the soft glow went out, and it felt to go pitch black for a split second before you felt those cold hands around you once again. Soft wisps of green hue flowed around you but for some strange reason you weren’t nervous. If anything, you had never felt more relaxed. Because of this you had allowed the hands to feel your skin, simply watching as the man moved your joints and felt along where your veins would trail.

“Why are you so interested in my soul?” You quietly asked, not wanting to disturb the focused man.

“Souls are life.”

You didn’t understand, only raising and eyebrow in curiosity as you gazed on, “You want life?”

“No. To be mortal is to be weak. My purpose is to understand the strength that comes from mortality,” he told you. “The brighter the soul the stronger the bond to life, and yours is blinding. Do you not wish to have power?”

“What are you on about? I don’t see anything.”

“You will. Once I complete my work. Where is your bow?”

“My bow—how did you know I wield a bow?!”

You looked up at the man with surprise only to find him interested in your shoulder. He pressed his fingers into the joints of them and you shuddered.

“After so many years spent on a battle field, you learn to recognize traits. Strongpoints. How fascinating, you can mark death with an arrow yet stab with a blade. What is it? Passion? Duty? Your design is mixed, impure. There’s not many I’ve seen like this,” The more the man spoke, the more his voice dropped until he had begun to mumble to himself more than speak to you. He released his pressure on your shoulder joints and instead trailed his hands down to your back following the edge of your shoulder blades. As their path lowered, his fingertips pressed certain points into the skin and each one caused your breath to skip.

One particular spot had you flinch away with a gasp, to which the doctor hummed, “how interesting…”, while pressing into it again it again.

“Hey!” You yelped, moving to escape the surprisingly sensitive feeling. But the man put one hand on your waist to keep you locked in place, not even giving you a sign that he had paid attention to your feelings. As he stood behind you, his hands roaming along your back, you couldn’t help but heighten your senses. Only being able to see him if you turned your head, you switched to rely on your hearing and feeling—not your best move. Not when you’d always felt particularly ticklish on your back.

You continued to squirm in his grasp, your heart rate beginning to pick up the more he massaged into the sensitive points on your back. When he spoke up again, finally, his voice was near your ear, “Show me your aim position.”

“W-what?” You stuttered, “I…don’t have my bow. It broke during battle.”

“Your body remembers the pose, even without it. Show me,” he instructed you, growing more cold as he did so.

So you did. When his hand released your waist, you adjusted yourself in a way that looked like you were pulling back the string of your bow. He made a noise of approval and quickly went back to checking you out. You still weren’t sure what he was doing but you were at least thankful that he seemed less and less like a threat to your safety.

“What do you feel here,” he asked, not giving you a second to process his question before he dug his fingers into your rib cage. Immediately you had faltered in pose, and he tusked.

“Stay still and hold your position.” But he repeated the movement and you bit your lip to give yourself strength.

“It feels,” you searched for a word, “tender.”

“Here?”

“…I don’t feel affected.”

“Here?”

“Nothing.”

He made a noise of discontent, pulling back his hands altogether as considering you with thoughtful eyes still standing behind you. It stayed like this for a few seconds, making your curiosity grow. You wanted to ask again, but his expression seemed like he wanted nothing but to be concentrated. How long would this go on for exactly? You weren’t sure what time it was, but it wouldn’t be night forever and you had to be on your way.

Just as you were about to voice your concerns, his hands shot out to hold your neck while his thumbs pressed into a highly vulnerable spot. A sensation shot through you and you accidentally let out a whimper—to which your face flushed but you didn’t dare move to cover it with your hands. Chancing a look at the mysterious doctor, you realized that he had a satisfied grin on his face.

Without warning, he flitted his mouth over the spot he had found, replacing his hands for his teeth as he bit into it lightly. A shudder wracked your body and you were almost sure that you had whined. The doctor didn’t seem to mind your behavior though because he continued to graze your skin, his right hand still holding the side of your neck as he kept you still with it. His left hand slithered under your shoulder and over your chest so that he could grasp your jaw with it and tilt it upwards to expose more of your neck.

A strange feeling had began to curl up inside you, it felt like a mixture of warm pleasure and cool emptiness. You didn’t really understand it, but with your growing fuddled mind, you only pushed it away.

“There,” the doctor said when he finally pulled away, “A crack in the surface. But I’ll need more. Tell me, where else are you so sweet?”

He dropped his hands to your wrists, holding one in each to feel the pulse. You didn’t offer any words, still trying to keep up with the turn of events—but it wasn’t as if he was expecting you to. Nothing deterred the man as he dragged his fingertip fairly up your arms, not stopping even when he reached your shoulder and began moving downwards. Tickled by his light touch on your waist, you had tensed your muscles, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of him pressing into the inner softness of your pelvic bone. Never before had you realized how fragile the nerves there would be with someone else’s touch against them. Although it hadn’t been as significant as your neck, the doctor still seemed pleased with the elicited response. He crawled his fingers across the lowest expanse of your abdomen with an interested hum.

“Getting colder it appears,” he murmured into your ear from behind and you could faintly feel his lips against the tip.

You gnawed your lip—wether in anticipation or overstimulation you couldn’t tell, you only knew that you were turned on and had the increasingly soaking wetness in your pants as obvious evidence.

The man held confidence in all his actions as if he was so sure of his behavior with you and how to map you out. Through his trial and error, he found his hands creeping underneath the fabric of your bottoms. With a smile full of intentions that could feel against your skin, he lowered his mouth to lick against the nap of your neck. He knew where one weak point was that would have your soul leaking out, but he wondered if there were more—and if so, where? As a researcher, he would only have his answers through one method: experimentation.

With his large scythe still situated in the ground somewhere nearby it provided a low glow that somewhat helped you to see. The light of it allowed you to look down to watch as the doctor’s hands disappeared beneath your clothes. It was electrifying to feel his hands nimble around the perimeter of your groin without actually being able to see it, and with the [surprising] warmth of his tongue dragging across the back of your neck you had began to let out sighs.

You squirmed against the man, only now realizing how cages in you were trapped within his arms and held close to his front. A small voice in the furtherest shadow of your brain had told you that you didn’t even know who this man was, but it was easily overwhelmed by said man’s presence. Was it so wrong to indulge in spontaneous? It’s not like you were defenseless, you were sure you still had your sword around…somewhere. Not like it mattered, it must have been your luck that brought the wickedly good-looking doctor your way.

“Tell me,” the man’s gravely voice said against your neck. “How does this feel?”

He fingers pressed into the grooves of your inner pelvic where a dip lie between the hip and the leg. You tried to adjust yourself—his hands were so near. So near yet so far. If you could only shift just a little then you would be able to—

“Focus on me, my dear. I need answers.”

You felt frustration well up inside you, “Not good”. Furrowing your eyebrows a little you moved your own hands to grasp his forearms. “Not enough.”

“No? Then how about here?” As he spoke, he moved his hands even further away from where you wanted him most to, instead, grip your thighs. His action made you huff out in protest.

“You say you’re a doctor, but you make your patients suffer. How does that work,” you told him.

“A good doctor must throughly know his patient’s body. Only then could he fully understand,” he countered.

You let your head fall back against his chest, tightening your grip on his arms slightly in signal for him to get serious. He didn’t take it. Instead he chose to move to the fullest part of your hips so that his hands could hold onto them lightly. This far, you couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not; With his quest for understanding having been obvious since the first few seconds of your encounter, you also noted that the more reactions he pulled from you the more he diverted from that path. Sure you could always take initiative and use your own hands to please yourself, but something about his cool, sharp, and large-in-comparison hands just seemed like you would get off more with them guiding you. Just the thought alone had you press wing your legs together.

The ends would justify the means, so you endured his explorations. Even if it meant becoming pent up.

“Speak up, I’d like to know the results of my efforts,” he told you.

“Results? Your efforts are not paying off. Perhaps you should try harder.”

He chuckled with a raspy tone and pressed his hands into your hips tightly. “I am not shy to failure. But I won’t accept it.”

To show the truth of his words he moved his hands back down to your heat, pausing for a second to say, “Silence will not benefit you. Tell me how it feels”, before he suddenly pinched the skin of your most sensitive area. You cried out at the feeling, caught off guard by the unexpected pleasure; Your hands gripped tightly on his forearms as you steadied yourself. When he didn’t let go, you remembered his words and quickly spoke through heavy breaths, “it hurts…in…a good way…”

“Good.” And then he released you. He gave you a moment to breathe before he began to suckle on that sweet spot on your neck in tandem to his hands beginning to rub your leakage up and down your slit. You gasped out in pleasure, moaning out softly to finally have some relief; Not forgetting the rules, you tried your best to speak through the stimulation. “It feels good….”

“Hm, that much I could tell. Be a little more descriptive with your words,” he told you.

If you could, you would have given him a threatening look that—hopefully—would have told him to let you revel in your satisfaction, but you couldn’t. You could only do as he said lest you find out what he meant when he said being silent wouldn’t help you. Closing your eyes, you said, “Pleasurable…hot…satisfying.”

No one had told you before how hard it would be to try to summon a dictionary in your head during these moments. There was only so many ways you could describe “good” without needing to stop and think about it. You’d prayed it was enough for the man because you didn’t want him to stop.

“Yes, that’s good. It matches to the behavior of your soul. Still, you are a stubborn one. Why won’t you let go?”

You arched your back against his front, your hips bucking against his hands as you chased the warm feeling. His words didn’t register with you and you didn’t offer a response to him. Luckily for you, he’s question was rhetorical, and instead of punishing you for your lack of words, he moved to that one of his hands continued its assault on your nerves while the other began to prod a finger into your hole. A louder moan fell from your lips when you felt the intrusion. You could help it. Your body was being worked on from three different spots, all of them as pleasurable as the next which made the tension in your core coil tighter.

“What do you hide inside that makes you clench so tightly around my finger? Could it be the sweetest spot of them all? Is it the button to your undoing?” His words were murmured against your skin, making his voice sounds so much closer to your ear which only made you shiver. With your eyes closed, your hearing had become sharper and your perception to his touch was intensified. It only served to push you further to the edge as you squirmed to try to get his fingers inside you. You were sure you looked wrecked; Panting and moaning like you had been born for it, your lips swollen and red from your teeth biting down onto them, even sweat had begun to form on your forehead. It was a reflection of how you felt.

Searing pleasure was coursing through your veins and you all but rode his fingertip as your hips humped against his hands. “Find out,” you breathed, “aren’t you the doctor?”

“A path to answers wouldn’t be so obvious. Perhaps I was mistaken.” He said, behaving as if he had been dissuaded by your eagerness and beginning to pull his hands away.

“No!” You interjected, clutching his arms even tighter as you worked to keep him in place. “Don’t. Please.”

If you could see him behind you then you would see the way his eyes glowed a brilliant green, his grin downright sinful as he peered down your neck to the bottom of your front where his hands hid beneath your clothes. He could hear his scythe thrumming with energy as you squirmed in his grasp—your soul glowing more intensely in his vision. Never one to admit it to any other but his own mind, the man had reveled in your reactions. Making a noise of consideration, he trailed his sharp nails against the skin of your sensitive area half in part to continue his “research” and half in part to make you beg. He was sure it would be the cherry on-top. Not only had he found a soul like none other, it turns out the human attached to it was quite not bad…it wasn’t often a well-rounded existence fell into his grasp. The man wondered about all the possibilities on which this would end, how he would end it. If he wanted to at all that is. After all, time was nothing he was short of; It was almost disappointing the same couldn’t be applied to you.

“Shall we see?” He finally responded, his voice almost gruff in mixture of his gravely tone and low volume. Finally settling his mind, the man bent to your pleading and immediately knew it was the right decision.

You had sucked in a breath, one arm reaching up to throw itself around his shoulder and clutching onto one of the spikes on his shoulder armor. Unaccounted for, the length of his fingers alone was enough to fill you up, the inconspicuous danger of his nails against your walls only fueling the fire that raged inside you. Not even seconds passed before the doctor was moving inside, unabashedly searching for the most sensitive bundle of nerves for whatever reason only he knew. Whimpered fell from your lips, and when he reattached his lips to your neck, they transformed into heavy moans. After all his assaults on your sweet spots before, you were already on edge. You didn’t know how much time had passed but it had felt like hours. Conflicted between not wanting this feeling to end and wanting that delicious release, you shifted your weight to start lifting and dropping yourself in rhythm to his fingers.

The man had spoken to you, saying something about the taste of your soul, but you couldn’t focus on his words. Instead, you could only focus on the way his long hair tickled your face as it had fell over your shoulder all the way to the peak of your chest. You wanted to hold it, to pull on it, but worried that it would make the man stop. Fighting the urge, you bit your lip and instead dug your nails into his skin.

“How lovely, look at it. What a simple press of my fingers does to you. A fascinating design indeed. I almost want to keep you.”

Sobs of pleasure prevented you from replying to his nonsensical words but neither of you could have cared less in the moment. You were too busy feeling the knot in your core tighten to impossible tension and the doctor was otherwise preoccupied by his interest in your body.

“‘M close,” you had whispered.

“Release it. Show me what you are.”

To punctuate his words, the man pressed harshly against the spot inside you that had your toes curling and back arching. Moaning loudly enough for nearby cities to hear, you felt yourself crash over the edge. Tears brimmed your lashes as pleasure disrupted all other function of your body making you go stiff against the ghostly man, already too overwhelmed to try to ride out your high. Your juices soaked your pants that you had forgotten you still wore despite knowing they were never off to begin with.

“Yes,” The doctor hissed with satisfaction, pulling his hands out of you and your bottoms you examine them in the night light. Glistening with his essence, his fingers rubbed together to feel the slick. “This will do.”

Before releasing you, the man had helped lower you to the ground as exhaustion overtook you. Laying on the ground situated in your back, you hazily gazed up at the tall individual noticing that he held his scythe in one hand already.

“You’ve persuaded me. It’s not your time yet, your soul is still unripe. I will come back for you later so remember my name, Niru. Remember it—your mine to take.”

You didn’t realize that the world around you was slowly getting dark as he spoke, and you only just barley caught his name.

Niru…

Blackness surrounded you for what felt like eternity but milliseconds at the same time. When you regained consciousness, you were still laying on the ground. All the pains of your body before losing consciousness hit you like a meteor and you hissed. On instinct you cupped the wound on your shoulder which had finally stopped bleeding but still thrummed with a stinging pain. Faintly, you could still feel the fingers in your wounded arm move and you sighed in relief.

After the passing inspection of your arm, you swiveled your head around the surrounding area. Not even the ground you sat on showed signs of another presence. There were no footprints, not glowing light, not even the cool atmosphere. In fact, after looking back at your body, you noticed that not even your clothes were different than how they were from before.

A dream, you slowly realized and you couldn’t tell why so much disappointment filled your heart. For someone who was at death’s door some time ago, you didn’t seem to appreciate your miraculous survival. A dream…how foolish.

Berating yourself you struggled to stand, putting as little stress on your shoulder as possible when you bent down to pick up your forgotten sword and broken bow. It took your shifting to make you realize that your pants were soaked.

#afk journey #afk journey x reader #niru afk journey #niru x reader #afk journey niru x reader

[elsfairy]

OMG OMG ok so like what if sev like was dealing with a really drunk reader and (when you say things when your drunk their sober thoughts) SO LIKE reader is saying all these nice things about Sevika and how much they want her baby’s and get married to her and how drop dead gorgeous she really is while laying in her bed and then at the end reader climbs on top of sev and raps their arms around her neck nuzzling their head into the crook of her neck. And whispers to her “I really mean all of this cause Ik you think I’m only saying it cause I’m sooooooo tipsyyyy *giggle* goodnight sevyyyy” and they like pass out. I wonder how sev would react. I was wondering if you could write this thought I have into like scenarios or a fanfic if not that’s totally fine I completely understand YOUR WRITINGS ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗💗 sending lots of loveee to youuu hun!

a/n: I love love love love this pls 😭 i would have done modern!sevika but.... also, sorry this is taking so long to get out, im not okay mentally, and the amount of times I have redone this bc it sucked makes me sick. slightly tweaked some stuff but it's there i swear. Idk how i feel about this i won't lie. ilysm w/c: 1.1k

───── LIQUORED UP

First of all, out of the two, Sevika can handle her alcohol so much better than you. So after a few glasses of whatever you had chosen to drink, you're already giggly and hammered by her side, mumbling out random sentences that make no sense but, you're happy, she can see you're happy and enjoying yourself.

"C'mon Sweetheart, drink some water then we can go home yeah? That's it, gotta take care of my girl"

You're extra clingy whenever you drink, so even though you were drunk out of your mind, you both knew it was going to take a little longer to leave the bar, and go home. she's protective of you anyway, but knowing you're drunk she's more protective, holding you close to her, keeping her hand on your lower back. although if you can barely stand, then she's carrying you in her strong arms. (yummy)

You know when a kid likes to run off because they've seen something that makes them happy? You're like that, all excited and gushy about everything, so she has to make sure to hold onto you just a little tighter, pushing people away just to be able to get you out the bar, and on the right path to your home. she could literally lose you amongst people so she needs to take extra precaution.

"Vika, don't wanna move.."

"Hey, i know, but won't it feel good to get home and be warm? it's not that much further"

I can imagine the slow walk home, she's holding you up and guiding you the whole way. chuckling but smiling at how much you're stumbling, obviously she won't let you fall but she just thinks it's cute :( and the way you're rambling about stuff that still makes no sense? girl got it bad for you.

drunk as hell, giggly as fuck but to her you looked so free and so beautiful. sure your makeup was now ruined because of how much you laughed and the tears staining your now rosy cheeks from crying because you had laughed so much, so hard but she's never seen you be such a free spirit in this world. you were truly the definition of perfection.

it wasn't long until she had taken it upon herself to carry you the rest of the way home like she did every time you got drunk. worried you'd end up falling and severely hurting yourself. it was like having your guardian angel. she truly did protect you, even more in a vulnerable state. "you're so strong, Vika.." You'd mutter, giggling into the skin of her neck, oblivious to the sudden heat rising there.

"yeah? does it impress you, Sweet?"

"mhm, all the time.."

it was a gentlewoman thing she did, she will neve lets you untie or take off your own shoes. that was her job, and always do things for you when you weren't completely 100% there. your drunk brain had you swaying, hand on her broad shoulder, trying to keep yourself up as she carefully slipped them off your sore feet, shoving them by the door. so gentle and caring towards you. "so kind to me, what would i do without you, Sev?"

"sleep without me pestering you for a kiss before i go to work every morning is a start. Go and get these clothes off, I'll bring you some water and something to eat, sober you up a little alright?"

the room was cold, too cold for your liking but that was your own fault for leaving the window wide open, knowing Sevika would complain about the chill, still though without a doubt would cuddle you to warm you up. she was so loving towards you, even if you did have days where you were a brat, endlessly annoying the shit out of her. she never shouted at you, or complained, she just loved you and took care of you.

"Hey, got your snacks and water. lemme take your makeup first then you can eat this, and sleep, okay?"

Another thing she did, won't even let you take your own makeup because she simply enjoyed doing that for you. you were also drunk as fuck so you would miss every patch. you watched in awe, watched the way she was quick to rush into the bathroom, coming back seconds later with a damp cloth. "Vika, can i tell you something..?"

She found it amusing you spoke like you were trying to tell her some sort of secret, but shook her head amused anyway. "give me a minute Sweetness, gotta get this off your face. you'll wakeup and cry if i don't"

the movement of the cloth against your face was slow, gentle even. she never rushed this part, she adored the way you looked at her with soft wide eyes, a small pout and overly entranced with her. loved to stroke your face, admiring you. booping your nose, adored the giggle she gained from her action. "You're so beautiful Vika.." you sigh, poking her cheek.

"Me? you should see you, angel"

alcohol made you more tired than usual, so it wasn't a surprise to Sevika when you crawled onto her body, snuggling your face into her neck, that deep blush returning on your face when she pulls you more into her chest. "Vika can i tell you now?"

"Right, of course Sweet"

"Just really want you to know that i think you are so beautiful.. i don't know why you don't accept my compliments or whatever.. but i hope you know that I'm telling the truth.. I'd never lie to you.. you're so pretty.. so pretty i want to cry when someone else looks at you, but i can't blame them.. you're the prettiest of all pretty things.. you wanna know something else? wanna marry you Vika, you make me feel so safe and loved.. you're so kind and gentle with me.. i wanna wake up to know you're my wife.. wanna have children with you.. grow up so they can be strong like you are.. kind like you are.. really want a family with you Vika.. love you so much.."

the abrupt end to your giggle told her your ass somehow quickly fell asleep, head snuggled right in the crook of her neck, your breath fanning her now hot skin. she didn't ignore your compliments, she loved them but she kept it hidden because she's never been told how beautiful she is. until she met you.

her heart was beating way too fast, the heat on her face was oblivious to you in your deep slumber but she felt warm. your words warmed her heart. you have had this feeling and thought for a while? to marry her? you wanted to start a family with her? have children together? the hand on your back halted, and lips grazed your forehead.

"I'd marry and have a family with you in a heartbeat, Sweetheart"

#anon #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane #sevika drabble #sevika fanfic

[choccy-milky]

1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

#ask #rude comment?? forgotten. coke zero?? SLURPED #the irony of drawing CLORA in class bc she would disapprove and want u to pay attention BAHAHAH

[thesimulacrasimp]

OMG THOSE EPS--- I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS I CANT---

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7-8 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Okay so Charlie actually didnt forget Vaggie for lying for that long, which is understandable, really.

So Charlie ACTUALLY MADE A DEAL WITH ALASTOR NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIMES VAGGIE TOLD HER NOT TO.

Rosie is really sweet lady, but im not really vibing her voice

But i really DO vibe the cannibals. They all have this cool aesthetic n i really love that!

Carmillas n Vaggies song was also really good!

Also when Vaggies wings SUDDENLY N OUT OF NOWHERE came out i was like: OKAAAAAYY... IM NOT SURE WHY BUT GO OFF IG!!

ALSO OMG THIS SONG WHERE CHARLIE IS TRYING TO BRING CANNIBALS ON HER SIDE WAS SO COOL, ESPECIALLY THE END PART THAT WAS IN DA TRAILER, ITS SO COOL JSHSBSJSJ

Also they so cute n silly, I love em

AND AWWW THEY ALL GOT ALONG N BECOME FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭 I JUST KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THE NEXT EP N THIS MAKES IT LOOK SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

the 8th ep...

OMG VOX IS BACK HIIIIIII!!!!!!! I MISSED U SO MUCHHH

AWWW NIFTY DID THIS LIL THINGY FOR ALASTOR ITS SO CUTE

Also can we talk bout how Charlie n Vaggie FINALLY KISSED??? I CANT IMMA JUST----

Im really so glad that Alastor is actually protecting the hotel and all people in it, hes probably doing it just because he have no choice, but i really hope that he do care about Charlie n everyone else. Also their fighting outfits is really cool. AND THE ANIMATIONS WHEN HE TOOK HIS DEMON FORM WAS SOOOO COOL, IT WAS LIKE IN 3D (maybe it actually was in 3d idk-)

Okay yknow.. When Adam blasted (idk if thats a correct word for that) at Alastor n broke his michrophone and Als voice became so clear, like, without any radio effects, I actually thought that he lost all his abilities, cuz Adam is clearly stronger than Al, and i got so scared becuz that would mean that he wont be able to protect the hotel anymore and maybe even die... But it didnt happen so its all good!!

Also Vox watching this whole fight being so exited for Als death was kinda funny to watch.

Okay.... I dont wanna cry again so can i not talk about sir Pentious? Thank you. All i gotta say, I really happy he managed to confess his feelings to Cherri before he... yknow...

Also Charlie FINALLY TOOK HER FULL DEMON FORM. N I ACTUALLY WAS NOT EXPECTIN RAZZLE N DAZZLE TO BE A GIANT DRAGONS THAT WAS SO COOL without thinking that one of them died...

Also i immediatly thought that sparing Lute was a mistake. Guess what? IT WAS!! :DDDDDD

ALSO I THROUGH THIS WHOLE FIGHT WAS REALLY HOPING THAT LUCI WILL COME OUT N SLAUGHT ALL THOSE BITHES FOR GOOD. N HE DID!!! I LITERALLY, ALL IN TEARS AFTER SR PENTIOUS' DEATH, WAS SO HAPPY I WAS LIKE: FUCKING FUCK YESSS!!! KILL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! '!!'! '! ₽!! 3!&!& ALSO I ADORE THE FACT THAT EVEN IN A FIGHT HES SUCH A SILLY CUTIE PATOOTIE.

And we saw his demon form n its really cool!

ALSO I WAS SO ANGRY WHEN CHARLIE MADE LUCI SPARE ADAM LIKE-- PLS LUCI KILL HIM N LUTE, THEY CLEARLY DONT DESERVE TO LIVE. Also we saw Adams real face which is kinda cool.

ADN MY GIRL NIFFTY DID ALL THE JOB HERSELF, LIKE GOOD JOB GURL! I KHEW WE CAN COUNT ON U.

Okay, at 1st ep i was not sure bout Katies new voice, cuz it clearly was hearable that its a mans voice, but in this ep its actually working! I absolutely loved this: «Nobody gives a shit about you, Tom!» xd

Ok so.... Ill try not to scream... khem- THEYRE CANNON!!!! THEYRE!!! FUCKING!!! CANNON!!!!! IM SO HAPPY U CANT EVEN UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! I FUCKING KHEW THAT THEYLL BE CANNON, IM A FUCKING GENIUS IDC. IK THERE WILL BE SOME PPL THAT WILL BE LIKE: "nOoO tHeY rE nOt cAnNoN iTs pRoBaBlY mIsAnDerStOoDinG....." YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU. THEY ARE CANNON, I DONT GIVE A SHIT!!!! FUCK U IF U THINK THEYRE NOT TOGETHER

JUST LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAA

Also this last part of the song with Alastor was so strange. Yk english is not my first language so i probably missed alot what he said in that, but i clearly remember that he said something bout his wings n i was like WHAAAAT????? I know i probably just heard it wrong, cuz HE JUST CANT BE AN ANGEL RIGHT?... RIGHT??? He also said smt bout his freedom, so yeah, I think the wings was just a metaphor. But overall he looked really scared for some reason, which is actually so weird. Its so weird to see Alastor actually being scared..

ALSO WE FINALLY SAW LILITH, but sadly didnt hear her voice. N what is weird, it looked like she was on sorta vacathion, and Lute talked with her bout Adam being Killed AND THATS SO WEIRD AHHH I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT IS HER ROLE IN ALL HERE!!

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT CHARLIE WAS RIGHT?? SINNERS CAN BE REDEEMED. CUZ PENTIOUS APPEARED IN HEAVEN AFTER HIS DEATH (n im really-really happy for him actually, im so glad that he didnt dissapear from the show, cuz he actually was my fav character in the pilot)

aoisjdjdjndndnns i cant wait for season 2!!!! Ig that the main antogonists in this season will finally be VEES?? OHHH IM SO EXITEDDDD

My review/thoughts on eps 1-2

My review/thoughts on eps 3-4

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #lucifer #my post

[bananntoo]

armin hcs

where did all of the armin fic writers go- ITS FINALS SEASON I NEED Y’ALL ! CAME BACK😭😭😭

• he listens to shoe gaze and krnb i just know it

• like his top artists of last year was 100% whirr, alex g, and dosii

• also his playlists don’t have names- its all symbols like “↯︎” “☆︎” “*”

• his spotify, his widgets, his home screen- all blue or like a forest green

• GATEKEEPS EVERYTHING!!!

• want a show to watch? good luck getting an answer from him

• when his favorite hobbies, shows, games get popular he drops it and moves on

• ”im an og fan”

• ”i liked it before it was popular”

• yea yea we get it 😒

• speaking of interests he can ramble about them for hours

• random facts about the ocean, human body, us history-

• its like he knows everything

• like why are you in school go teach somewhere or something

• growing up his favorite shows were max and ruby and yo gabba gabba i can feel it in my bones!

• im also sensing a little bit of doodlebops…

• his favorite yo gabba gabba character was probably muno and his favorite doodlebop was deedee

• does weird only child things like gets mad when you don’t automatically agree with him

• HE CAN COOK

• eggs

• thats about it

• but he enjoys baking and cooking with you

• he’s just not very good at it😭

• all ap student

• he’s definitely in the first quartile

• maybe top 25

• from the lunch line everyday he doesn’t buy lunch

• just a fruit parfait

• maybe a cookie for eren

• but a lot of days he doesn’t eat lunch

• in roblox horror games he gets scared easily and will scream so loud

• you always end up going first

• flee the facility will have him near tears

• shaking while he crouches to avoid the catcher

• i don’t think he’s too much of a gamer though

• more if a only play with friends

• crab games, roblox, zelda

• i see him as more of an rpg player than a fps player

• like he has a really embarrassing genshin phase

• like

• REALLY embarrassing

• his genshin main was xiao main and never stfu about it

• but he’s over it now

• he’s a changed man

• he has a faceless anime account that got big during the summer 2021 tokyo revengers era but now it’s super dry

• SUCH A SWEET TALKER

• says “hmm?” a lot when you are talking

• he’s so cute omg

• he’s so sassy

• mid text convo he goes “okay wtv” or something

• like okay sass much

#armin x reader #armin arlert #aot fandom #attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot imagines #armin aot #armin x you #eren jeager x y/n #levi aot #aot fluff #aot x you #eren aot

[peterparkersnose]

Last of Us Spoilers Episode 3

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Joel’s broken hand in the rocks seemed so sad. rip tess

kumbaya he’s stacking the rocks now

Ellie with Joel’s jacket as a blanket awwe

I love how Ellie is bothering Joel it’s so cannon I love it

5 MILE HIKE??? my feet would be hurting. i don’t get out much cant you tell?

ELLIE WHY are you opening that shit in the gas station??? Close the mystery door please!

TF SHE GETTING IN FOR?

nvm tampons

the infected scared the shit out of me

why is she dissecting it miss girl this ain’t a science class

they never mentioned tampons in the game, i’m so happy they finally addressed it somehow

HEY i remember that shot from the first teaser pic! i legit thought it was fake too for the longest time. nope deja vu

mass graves tho like it makes sense. sad.

BRO THEY GOT TO MAKE THAT TRANSITION FROM THE DEAD PPL CLOTH TO WHEN THEY WERE ALIVE ouch

for what

Nick Offerman as Bill 10/10 casting

Bill was fucking prepared goddamn

at least someone had a good time during the apocalypse

THE TRAPS! so disappointed we didn’t get much from that tho.

the ‘don’t tread on me’ flag and he’s gay? (when worlds collide)

Frank is adorable

All I see is Ron Swanson in Bill IM SORRY

Frank is so wholesome I love this sun and moon trope going on

KISS! First kiss in this show that’s been GOOD (traumatic flashbacks to last week’s kiss)

Love in the apocalypse tho i mean meeting someone like that- wow. beautiful.

This is so sweet, I hate that I know what’s coming

OHMYGOD TESS AND JOEL? AT DINNER?

loving domestic joel

tess looked so beautiful and happy it makes her death even worse

i’m obsessed with how they aged the characters. beautifully of course.

“If… mine,” Joel describing Tess

Loving 2011 Joel. Gives us more of a backstory I love it.

Bill all dressed up for Frank’s friends awwe

2014 Strawberries i love this sm

“Not on the strawberries!” LMAO

Yo now there pee paws, so cute

I love how there taking care of eachother in old age

Pretty sure frank has ms. so sad.

why am i crying this is so sad

“get married” i’m done bye tears

better ending than franks game ending for sure

THIS SHOW DESERVES A FUCKING EMMY

double suicide?

i will say the missed out chance on batshit bill gameplay is sad

hot take not enough interaction with infected so far, i wanna see joel go feral on some runners

Joel got his car at least

I’m so sad it’s different from the game but I loved Frank and Bill’s love story

More audio I recognize from the game! Joel’s Rules! LOVE

ELLIE GOT HER SHIRT

Showering omg i bet you joel smells like ass

SHOWERED JOEL he looked so handsome with his hair wet slicked back

bro ellie doesn’t know what a seatbelt is

Episode 3 10/10

#peterparkersnose #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #bill and frank #pedro pascal