girlkisserpussylicker

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DUKESAW !! :DD

[girlkisserpussylicker]

[girlkisserpussylicker]

About me

Hey fam, I’m Nyx! I write random, goofy stuff, mostly fanfics, but I’m also working on a book (catch it on Wattpad). I love writing poems about literally anything that comes to mind—whether it’s emotions, birds, or even vehicular slaughter. If it crosses my mind, it’s getting written.

I love my kitty cat <3 he is one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I'm so glad that I have him by my side (aka get ready for cat appreciation posts)

I am an extreme women enjoyer.

along with other things, like music or video games, or yk, WOMEN

I’m in quite a few fandoms, and what I write for might change over time. I’m into some fandoms that might not be super popular anymore, which probably explains why I don’t get a ton of requests. But hey, I’m here for the love of it.

anyways, I present to you.... THE FANDOMS THAT IM IN (it will be updated a lot)

sally face,

descendants,

Pokemon go,

genshin,

Helluva boss,

Hazbin hotel,

the nursery nurse,

creepypasta,

my own little shit universe I created.

My music taste!!

MANESKIN <33

MSI,

H3nce (yo, totally check him out)

Eminem,

Slipknot,

ACDC,

My chemical romance,

Skillet,

guns n' roses,

system of a down,

Nirvana,

Mother Mother,

Get scared.

DNI IF

you're a proshipper,

homophobic or transphobic

racist, sexist or just any type of discrimination

pedophile or sexualises minors in any way

invalidates a persons gender, pronouns or identity

with that said

what I write for

smut (though be warned I'm bad at it)

gore (once again, bad at it but I'm trying)

Character x character

Character x reader (obvs)

fluff

angst

longer stories with parts

female reader (male reader will be harder but feel free to request)

specified traits in a request (ex. goth!reader, oblivious!reader, ect)

omega verse (??)

MASTERLIST

PSA: I’m a slow writer, so if your request takes a while or doesn’t get written at all, please forgive me. School’s starting soon

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☆▪︎ MASTERLIST ▪︎☆

started| aug 23 21:56

last uploaded| aug 24 03:25

request| All open

|DNI list & about me|

Descendants 1, 2 & 3

-- Mal

nothing yet..

-- Evie

A taste of darkness in a world of light — coming soon.

-- Uma

nothing yet..

-- Audrey

nothing yet..

-- Carlos

nothing yet..

-- Jay

nothing yet..

-- Harry hook

nothing yet..

-- Ben

nothing yet..

Creepypasta

-- Ben

nothing yet..

-- Bloody painter

nothing yet..

-- Clockwork

nothing yet

-- Eyeless Jack

nothing yet..

-- Jane the killer

nothing yet..

-- Jeff the killer

nothing yet..

-- Jason the toymaker

nothing yet..

-- Laughing Jack

nothing yet..

-- Laughing Jill

nothing yet..

-- Lulu

nothing yet

-- Nina the killer

nothing yet..

-- Ticci Toby

nothing yet..

Sam and Colby

--Sam Golbach

nothing yet..

--Colby Brock

nothing yet..

--Amanda Reya

nothing yet..

--Mackie Albertson

nothing yet..

--Katrina Stuart

nothing yet..

--Jake Webber

nothing yet..

--Johnnie Guilbert

nothing yet..

Hazbin hotel

-- Charlie

nothing yet..

-- Vaggie

nothing yet..

-- Cherri bomb

nothing yet..

-- Lute

nothing yet..

-- Velvette

nothing yet..

-- Lilith

nothing yet..

-- Angel dust

nothing yet..

-- Alastor

nothing yet..

-- Husk

nothing yet..

-- Vox

nothing yet..

-- Valentino

nothing yet..

-- Adam

nothing yet..

-- Lucifer

Nothing yet..

Harry Potter

-- Harry Potter

Nothing yet..

-- Draco Malfoy

Nothing yet..

-- Cedric Diggory

Nothing yet..

-- Ron Weasley

Nothing yet..

-- Fred / George Weasley

Nothing yet..

-- Ginny Weasley

Nothing yet..

-- Hermione Granger

Nothing yet..

-- Luna Lovegood

Nothing yet..

-- Pansy Parkinson

Nothing yet..

more fandoms will be added!!

My writing

|just stuff I wrote and want to publish|

+ "kiss me"

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"kiss me"

Random as hell |my gift to u for restarting my acc, again|

BEWARE: lesbianism, angsty[?], hopelessly fallen involve with best friend

The late afternoon sun streamed gently through the thin curtains of my room, casting everything in a soft, warm glow. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air from the diffuser on my nightstand, making the whole space feel cozy, like a little bubble separate from the rest of the world. Outside, the usual city noise was a distant hum, but here, in this moment, it was just the two of us.

I sat on the edge of my bed, her soft brunette hair slipping through my fingers as I carefully worked through the knots. Her voice filled the room, smooth and delicately soft, as she went on about her brother and how he was driving her crazy. I could hear the frustration in her tone, but there was always that hint of affection too. She had this way of making even the most ordinary things seem like they mattered, and I found myself hanging on every word.

If it were anyone else, I’d probably have zoned out by now, just nodding along, pretending to listen while my mind drifted somewhere else. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was her. She was the most beautiful person I’d ever known, and not just in the way she looked—though she was stunning—but in everything she did. She was my best friend, or at least I liked to think so. Maybe she didn’t see it that way, but calling her my best friend made it feel like we were closer than we really were, like there was some special connection between us, even if it was all in my head.

“Are you even listening?” she asked, turning slightly to look at me through the mirror on her vanity. Our eyes met, and for a second, it felt like the air was sucked out of the room. Her eyes were this deep, warm shade of brown, like a freshly brewed latte—not cappuccino, she hated cappuccino—and every time I looked into them, it felt like I was falling. I felt a twist in my stomach, a mix of nerves and something I didn’t want to admit to myself.

“When am I not?” I replied, trying to make my voice sound light and joking, even though my heart was pounding. I couldn’t let her know how much I actually listened, how much her voice meant to me. It would be too much, and I couldn’t risk that.

She just smiled a little at my response, then dropped her gaze back to her hands as she continued her rant. My stomach dropped along with her eyes, disappointment washing over me. I wanted to keep looking at her, to keep that connection, even if it was just for a moment longer. But it was gone, just like that.

As I continued to braid her hair, my fingers moving on autopilot, my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I cared about her, how much I wished things were different. I wished she could see how I felt, but at the same time, I was terrified of what might happen if she did. What if it ruined everything?

What if I lost her?

The thought made my heart clench, and I quickly pushed it away. I couldn’t bear the idea of losing her, not even in my imagination. As I finished tying off the braid, I lingered for a moment, letting my fingers brush against her shoulder. The touch was light, almost accidental, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I pulled my hand back quickly, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence that had settled between us. Her voice was softer now, more hesitant. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was racing. “You can ask me anything.”

She turned around to face me, her eyes searching mine. There was something in her expression that I couldn’t quite read—something serious, almost vulnerable. It made my stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and dread.

“Have you ever... kissed anyone?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The question caught me off guard, and I felt my face heat up. “Uh... yeah,” I stammered, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. “I mean, yeah, I have. Why?”

She looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. “I don’t know... I was just thinking... I’ve never kissed anyone. Not really. Not like... how it’s supposed to be, you know?”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden rush of emotions that her words brought up. “It’s not a big deal,” I said, though my voice sounded hollow, even to me. “You’ll find someone, and it’ll happen. You’re... you’re amazing. Anyone would be lucky to kiss you.”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “But what if it never happens? What if I’m just... waiting forever?”

“You won’t be,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “I mean, you’re incredible. Anyone would be crazy not to want to kiss you.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt. “Would you?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

The room went silent, the air thick with tension. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, the sound almost deafening in the quiet space. “What?” I whispered, not trusting my voice to be any louder.

“Would you... kiss me?” she repeated, her eyes wide and searching, as if she was looking for something—an answer, maybe, or reassurance, or something else entirely. I wasn’t sure.

My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t find the words. This was everything I had wanted for so long, everything I had dreamed about in countless moments alone, but now that it was here, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what she wanted from me, or what this meant.

“I mean,” she said quickly, her voice suddenly rushed, “just as practice. So I know what it’s like. So I’m not... completely clueless if it ever happens for real.”

“Practice?” I echoed, my mind spinning. “You want to... practice with me?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Only if you’re okay with it,” she added hurriedly. “I don’t want to make things weird between us or anything. I just... I trust you, you know? And I know you wouldn’t judge me.”

I stared at her, my heart pounding, my mind racing. This was it—this was the moment I had been both longing for and dreading. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to feel her lips against mine, to close the space between us that always seemed to be just a little too wide. But at the same time, I was terrified. What if this ruined everything? What if it wasn’t just practice for me?

“Okay,” I found myself saying before I could think it through. “I mean... yeah, okay. If that’s what you want.”

Her eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident, even though I felt anything but. “If you want to... practice, I’m here.”

She nodded, her expression softening as she took a deep breath. She shifted closer, and I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine, the subtle scent of her perfume wrapping around me. She was so close, closer than she had ever been before, and it took everything in me not to reach out, not to pull her into my arms and hold her there.

“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “Okay.”

I could barely breathe as she leaned in, her face inches from mine. I could see every detail of her—every freckle, every curve of her lips, every tiny movement of her eyelashes. My heart was racing, my mind a blur of emotions that I couldn’t even begin to sort through. And then, before I knew it, her lips were on mine.

The kiss was soft, hesitant, almost fragile, as if we were both afraid to push too hard, to break whatever it was that held us together in that moment. Her lips were warm, and the taste of her was something I knew I’d never forget. It was everything I had dreamed of, everything I had wanted, and yet it wasn’t enough. I wanted more—I wanted all of her, everything she had to give. But I knew I couldn’t have that. Not really.

She pulled back slowly, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. There was a moment of silence, a pause that felt like it stretched on forever, and then she smiled—a small, almost shy smile that made my heart ache.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I forced myself to smile back, even though I could feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “Anytime,” I said, my voice cracking just a little. “Anytime.”

She turned away then, her fingers reaching up to touch her lips, as if she was still feeling the echo of our kiss. I wanted to say something, to tell her how much that kiss had meant to me, how much she meant to me, but the words caught in my throat. And before I could even think of what to say, she was already back to talking, her voice light and carefree, as if nothing had happened.

As if that kiss hadn’t meant anything at all.

But for me, it meant everything. And that was the problem.

I sat there, nodding along as she rambled on, my heart breaking with every word. Because I knew, deep down, that this was all I’d ever have. Just one kiss, one moment of pretend, and then it would be over. She would never see me the way I saw her. To her, I was just a friend, someone safe, someone who could help her practice for the real thing.

But to me, she was everything.

And that kiss? That kiss would haunt me for the rest of my life.