#if you send in your character be aware of this

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I saw your post and honestly this is my first time making a request. How about arcane characters with a cat like reader? Idk it's just a thought that came (sorry if that's a bit weird)

Dunno whether this answers your request like you imagined. Also probs shit fire time writing for some of these characters.

Viktor found your cat like personality quite interesting and humorous if he wasn’t within the lab, working with things that normally didn’t capture your interest, unless they glowed of course.

Other than that it felt as though you were intentionally acting up in his lab for a reaction, like a cat would gauge the reactions of their owners before pushing a glass off the table. That’s how Viktor often felt with you

Then he has to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t touch anything dangerous because you were captivated by its light.

‘No, it’s dangerous and could hurt you my dear.’ He so often warms you as he guides your hand away when he felt it was dangerously close to what he was working with. Your mind didn’t head his warning, only the fact that there was a shinny object in the laboratory and it was the only thing you could focus on.

‘If so dangerous, why is it shining as though it wants me to touch it then?’ You responded, daring to touch the object once more and Viktor swore you either knew what you were doing and playing him for a fool, or you had no self preservation skills within your entire body to fight back against your urge to touch a dangerous foreign object.

It’s literally a stand still between the two of you and one that happens far too often that Viktor knows that this was all part of your plan, and unfortunately for him he falls for it almost always. He watches you while you watch him before doing something rash, making think you’ve actually touched the dangerous object, only to look at you unamused when you smiled at him mischievously as you wiggled your unharmed fingers at him.

This often leads you to being banned from the lab for pulling a stunt like that, however this was more for your safety and for him to calm his racing heart. You’ll kill this poor man with your antics but he wouldn’t want you any other way, especially when you cuddled up to him for warmth and sleep there.

It soothes him just as much as it soothes you.

Ekko found himself often wondering where it was you went sometimes.

He sees you in once place and then you disappear the next, returning to base only when you felt it necessary of you to do so, illusive and vague of where you’ve been it was often a bit frustrating. You could’ve been in serious danger for all he was aware and when he confronts you about this behaviour of yours, you’d only shrug and say:

‘Where it is a go on my own time isn’t something you should waste time worrying over.’ Before leaving to go elsewhere within the base and lounge against one of the trees thick and sturdy branches, eyes closed in content as you softly drift off into a light nap.

How the fuck you got up there, he’ll never know other than the fact that you managed to get up there in the first place with effortless ease.

Ekko’s nickname for you was either kitty or something along the lines of a cat based pun. You hated all of them equally but Ekko only feels more vindicated when you only proven his perception of you right whenever you displayed a trait that was common amongst cats. Whether that’d be silently judging everyone from your perch way up high, or lounging in his bed, more specifically where he had laid moments prior, feeding off of the warmth that lingered there or otherwise Ekko would find humour in you cat like traits because they were the things he loved the most.

(In a timeline where they actually have phones I can imagine him sending you cat memes and saying ‘this you?’ Or ‘I found your relative’ he thinks he’s funny, and he is but you won’t admit it out of petty pride)

However the one thing that you could always hold over Ekko’s head was the fact that you could silently manoeuvre your way into a room without him knowing and managing to catch him off guard. Ekko didn’t find it particularly funny but he lets up eventually and admits that it was kinda funny that you managed to take him by surprise. This was why you were more suited to missions heavily requiring a person with an abundance of stealth and agility.

‘Always landing on your feet aren’t you?’ He’d tease but you would let it slid as you shrugged your shoulders and reply. ‘What can I say? It kinda comes with the territory don’t you think?’

‘You sure you weren’t a cat in your past life or something?’ She would ask as she raised a brow at you as you cuddled into her side, much like a cat would when in they wanted to leech off is the warmth of a human.

‘No, why you ask?’ You say as you began to close your eyes, her warmth blanketing you almost immediately, and becoming increasingly sleepy.

‘You act like one for starters with how lazy you are.’ She pointed out and you’d only scoff at her, resting your head on her shoulder, having become too comfortable with your current position to even be bothered to move.

‘I’m not lazy, I’m merely taking advantage of the beauty that is power naps.’ You defend yourself and it was Sevika’s turn to scoff, having heard this excuse countless times before, and it never stopped her from continuing to compare your personality to that of a common house cat.

She disliked it at first, finding it weird and annoying at the fact that you didn’t seem all that bothered with the ongoings of Zaun, instead favouring to rest in high places that provided warmth or close to it and watching everyone with clear judgement within your eyes. However that judgment did end up saving her from time to time, not that she’d ever admit to this, as she was confident in her own abilities to smell a bitch from a mile away.

Though the more as time passed she grew to find it somewhat easier to deal with, though you cuddling up to her for warmth did put her off now and then, affection wasn’t commonplace in Zaun; so forgive her for not exactly taking to it immediately. Though each time you did cuddle into her side, her urge to create distance between you dwindled, from Perivale shoving you away from her, to slowly accepting that this was her life now.

‘Sure, that’s a hell of a way to avoid saying that you’re lazy.’ Sevika smirks when you glared at her, clearly insulted by this, before moving off of her to go rest elsewhere on the bed you shared and making sure your back was towards her in an effort to show your disagreement with her statement. ‘Not. Lazy. I just like napping.’ You retorted.

‘Yeah, sure keep telling yourself that, I’m sure it’ll be true one day.’ Sevika jokes and your shoulders only deflate more, knowing you’ll never win this war with Sevika when her mind is made up. She’s always in the right in most cases.

Mel is all too familiar with your cat like traits that nothing you do is out of the ordinary to her.

She finds humour and amusement in you participating in things commonly associated with felines. A human cat is what you were in her eyes as you slept the easiest you’ve ever slept when besides her, her presence was calming and was more then enough to have you reduced to a relaxed state before succumbing to sleep.

She just had that effect on you and you loved it as much as she does as she got to run her hand down your back.

‘You’re practically purring.’ She teases.

‘It’s not my fault you know exactly what makes me melt.’ You replied as you smiled up at her, never having gotten use to having this absolute goddess of a woman bless you with her smile, her heart, her everything.

Mel smiles softly. ‘You don’t exactly made it much of a challenge.’ She says as she watched the way you practically leaned in towards her touch, eyes closed in content with a smile spread across your face that she swore your nonexistent tail would be swishing from side to side. She has been in this position countless times before and yet it never gets old with how content she felt when moments like these between you and her freely exist within her mind.

You don’t exactly make it hard for her not to love you like she did, it came to you as easy a breathing as that’s how quick you were to fall for her, almost as if it was as though you were breathing; Easy, effortlessly and natural.

‘How can I when you read me so effortlessly and without fail?’ You replied back in almost a purr, a mischievous smile spread wide across your lips, ‘I shouldn’t need to hide myself from my lovers eyes, for she knows me all too well.’ You add. Another thing Mel adored was your cunning but cautious mind and the way you seemed oddly too relaxed for some, watching those very same individuals like they were merely mouses that squeaked about their freedom; like you were being amused by rather was being said in meetings as though you knew something they didn’t.

You were like the Cheshire Cat, often times speaking in riddles that only she herself understands.

Mel kisses the tip of your nose. ‘You smile like the cat that caught the canary,’ she says as she pulls away. ‘Learning more about you is more interesting and intriguing than the last.’

‘Then I hope I stay that way for a long while.’ You said, smirking when you felt her kiss your lips.

[milkbobatyun]

hundred broken hearts

pairing: nishimura riki (ni-ki) x reader

genre: angst

summary: being niki's sister's best friend was hard, but being his friend and having a crush on him is even harder, especially when he debuts as a member of a boy group

word count: 1.1k

a/n: the woes of being a hopeless romantic. and yes im finally back from the dead !! n e ways the stuff that i've hinted in this is from stuff that's happened in the kpop industry and my life !! hehe

1 name. 2 words. 3 characters. nishimura riki. those two words alone were enough send the girls, and some guys, in your year into a frenzy. nishimura riki, with his stunning visuals, was the heartthrob of the school. it was only a pity that he rarely ever came to school.

you weren’t unlike the other students in your year. hidden beneath the uptight personality of being the model student, you were a shy, hopeless romantic. just the mere mention of his name made your heart do backflips and the tips of your ears blaze with heat.

unfortunately, you had the joy of knowing riki’s sister and being her best friend. needless to say, she was very much aware of the small crush you had on her brother. it started when she first noticed how you would stiffen up around her brother, your usual, unwavering gaze flitting across the room like a trapped butterfly.

every meeting with riki was a test of your nerves. whether it was in the school hallways or tiptoeing into the kitchen while tutoring his sister at their house, your crush on him was always your biggest obstacle. somehow, your fingers always found themselves twisting in knots, your mouth fumbling over a polite greeting.

butterflies exploded in your stomach whenever you made eye contact, your heart twirling with glee, skipping its usual rhythm entirely. you would panic, mentally stressing over your hair, your clothes. did you have food left on your mouth? gosh that would be embarrassing.

riki’s younger sister was your biggest supporter. time and time again, she encouraged you to confess to him.

“trust me! he likes you too,” she told you, a smirk dancing on her lips. “he was telling me a couple days ago, how he wished you would come over more, like the old days, so he could spend more time, if not with you, at least around you!”

her words sent a spark of hope coursing through your body. was it really true?

truth be told, your long history with the nishimura family started way back and began with an unlikely friendship with the competitive boy at the dance studio.

one dance challenge threw you into the chaotic lives of nishimura riki and his siblings. he had been so impressed by your dance skills that little, five-year-old him had declared you were his friend without hesitation. as time went by, you became a part of their family, their adopted daughter. 

sleepovers became a tradition, family dinners were cosy and warm, with your favourite dishes spread across the table. over time, the nishimura family became your second home.

while the siblings were like family, your friendship with riki became charged with something a little more. something neither of you dared to touch, nor acknowledge, in fear of losing the other.

with the worries eating away at the both of you internally, your friendship drifted, until long and deep conversations about life faded into brief interactions and greetings when you saw each other in the halls at school.

your shared interests and hobbies drew you closer to riki's younger sister, until he became only a distant friend, an acquaintance.

your desk was scattered with the remnants of confession letters, left unfinished. your notes were locked, hiding away the dark secrets of your lengthy messages, trying to convey your feelings. your dreams were plagued with nightmares of the numerous ways riki could reject you. a dismissive laugh, a cold gaze, with the weight of his refusal haunting you even in your waking moments.

in the past few weeks, sightings of riki at school and even at the nishimura family home was scarce. 

this fateful night, you sat by the television at home, the boy group survival show airing in the background, as you stared daggers into your chat with riki, wincing inwardly as you read your past conversations from years ago.

tonight, you would strengthen your resolve, grow a pair, if you will, and confess to riki. no more excuses were holding you back.

you laboured hard to craft the perfect message, polishing it and editing the confession time and time again. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling with anxiety. a whirlwind of thoughts flew through your mind. what if he says no? what if i make this super awkward when i go to their house? his sister wouldn’t lie to me, right?

just as you were about to send the message, a familiar voice travelled through the speakers of the tv.

your head whipped up, gaze frozen on the boy framed in the tv screen. your heart stuttered to a stop. 

it was riki. no, his name was ni-ki, but there was no mistaking it. the boy in the program, was nishimura riki, the one who held your heart in his hands.

you had known that his dream was to be a dancer, ever since he was young, so there was hardly a chance that he wasn’t going to debut in this new boy group.

seeing him under the spotlight, he looked happy, beaming with excitement. he belonged on the stage.

dread weighed on your shoulders. you realised that your confession would be a weight he would have to carry. you didn’t want to jeopoardise his chances of achieving his lifelong dreams. your confession would distract him from doing his best. even if he accepted it, you knew how tough the industry could be on idols dating, especially before debuting. if the media found out, it could lead to devastating backlash.

the thought twisted in your heart like a knife.

you fought back tears as you deleted your message, racing to your bedroom and throwing your phone across the room, before you found solace in letting your tears run. all night, your pillows swallowed your sadness, soaking up your tears.

you whispered your love to the stars, muttering apology after apology for your stupid heart. why couldn’t you love someone else?

a bitter smile twisted on your lips as you silently supported him, watching as he debuted and the group skyrocket to fame.

slowly, you became one of the many engenes that loved and supported the group, lost in a sea of fangirls. you wondered if there had been a chance, one that slipped through your fingers like grains of sand.

thousands of unsent messages, unspoken words of confession. maybe one of them could’ve thrown the two of you onto a different path.

1 person. 2 names. nishimura riki. ni-ki. thousands of fangirls. there was no way he could be with you. it just wouldn’t work out. maybe in another world, in another timeline, another life.

riki, i never told you this, but i like you. i’ve liked you since we were little kids. your sister told me that you might like me back. either way, i just wanted to say that i like you a lot.

to my [name], i’m sure my sister has said many times, but i like you. a LOT. nowadays, you fill my thoughts. you’re all i can think about. i would stay right here, forever, if i could, with you for all eternity.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Scary Little Christmas

Warnings: non/dubcon, alcohol, humiliation, spanking, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You make a mistake while cooking Christmas dinner.

Character: Frank Castle

Day One of the December Daze Challenge. Prompt - i didn't know the egg nog was spiked! + don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? look at me. they’re not going to help you. - source

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You pour yourself another glass of the rich eggnog. It’s unlike any you’ve had before. Luxurious almost. You sip on the clear mug of the festive fuel as you flutter around the warm kitchen. The stove sends a radiating swelter through the space, along with the scent of turkey and thyme. 

You set the cup down and flip on the stove light. You have a look at the turkey through the window. You take the thermometer and stand, gripping the handle as your head ripples oddly. Ooh, it must be the heat. You should open a window, yet the blistering cold hardly sounds much better. 

You open the door and reach through to poke the turkey with the tip. You wait until the temperature pops up. Almost there. 

“Peach,” Frank’s voice drawls from the front room. 

As always, you are diligent in your response. You rush you to look in on him as you press your sweaty palms to the front of your apron. You give a sheepish smile. 

“Yes, sir,” you say. “Bird’s almost done.” 

“Not too worried ‘bout that,” he wiggles his can at you. “Get Bill too.” 

Your Christmas is small. Just you, him, and his best friend. An old marine buddy who sleeps as much on your couch as in his own bed. You don’t mind, he knows how to keep Frank mellow. 

“Of course, honey,” you take his can, a swish of dregs still in the bottom, then take Billy’s glass. As you weave around the table, you stumble over your own toes.  

“Eh, slow down,” Frank warns, “don’t need ya makin’ a mess.” 

“Yes, sir,” you reply. It’s a call-and-answer. You can’t leave him unheard. 

You go into the kitchen and dump what’s left in the can. You rinse it and put it in the recycling bin. You take a new one from the fridge and slide it into his coozy. You mix Billy a new drink from the bottle he brought with him. 

You return and serve Frank first. Billy smiles as he accepts his glass. “Smells delicious,” he comments. 

“Thank you, Billy,” you step back and blink, your lashes seeming to catch each other. “It’s a pretty big turkey so there’s a lot to go around.” 

“Good, I’m starving,” he slaps his flat stomach then sips from his glass, “that’s good. You make the best drinks.” 

“Just coke and whiskey,” Frank grumbles. 

“Sure, but it’s a good balance,” Billy raises his glass. 

“Thank you, sir. Uh, that eggnog you brought is pretty good. I’m on my third glass. I know Frank doesn’t like it very much,” you say. 

“Eggnog?” Frank echoes. 

Billy chuckles, “oh yeah? You like it?” 

“Sure. I haven’t had any since I was a kid.” 

He laughs again, “did you read the label?” 

Frank stiffens and slurps from the can. You look at him and shake your head. “Kinda.” 

“It’s Baileys, sweetheart. 60 proof. You been drinking it straight?” 

“You brought her alcohol?” Frank sits ups. 

“I brought it for everyone. I was being a good house guest, Castle.” 

“You been drinking?” Frank turns his sneer on you, knowing Billy will meet him with the same. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know--” 

“You telling me you didn’t taste the rum?” He snarls. 

You blink and glance at Billy nervously. He shrugs and sips his whiskey. 

“Don’t look at him, why are you looking at him? Look at me. He's not going to help you.” Frank barks. 

You flinch and face him. You clasp your hands together. “I don’t drink sir, I wouldn’t know--” 

“You talking back to me?” He sits forward and reaches to put his beer down. 

“No, sir. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before--” 

“Get over here,” he points in front of him. “And shut your smart mouth.” 

Your lip trembles as you nod and put your eyes down. Usually, he’s until Billy isn’t there, or at least, you are somewhere private. You know it’s bad because he isn’t. 

You shrink down, curling your shoulders and approach him. You’re all too aware of the other man in the room. Just as conscious of his full attention. As you near Frank, he grabs your wrist and wrenches you forward. You whine as you stagger. 

“Don’t be goddamn stubborn,” he growls. 

You snivel and apologise again. 

“Get yourself over my knee. And pull that skirt up while you’re at it.” He commands. 

You obey. You lay across his lap and reach back to lift your skirt. He just as quickly grabs your panties and swipes them down your ass. You whimper again, your thighs quivering as you’re exposed to the room. To Billy. 

Frank spreads his calloused hand across your ass. You brace yourself as he lifts his arm, leaving your skin cold. The first strike is scalding. You cry out as your flesh stings. You keep your head down as he does it again. Spanking you so hard that you feel it in your spine. 

“You know better than that,” he reprimands as he lays each slap. 

When he stops, he keeps his hand on your fiery skin. You don’t dare move. You stay draped over his lap as the noise of the football game continues on around you. 

“Go on,” he gives a lighter tap. “Get dinner on the table. Game’s getting good.” 

You lift yourself, pulling up your panties as you keep your eyes on the floor. You’re too humiliated to look at Billy. As you drop your skirt. You sense him shift in his seat and it makes you wince. You flee to the kitchen. 

The turkey is done. You take it out and blink away tears as you carve it. You sort out light and dark meat on a platter and carry it to the table. You arrange all the fixings in serving dishes; sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrots, beans, turnip, cranberry sauce, gravy, stuffing, and buns. 

You hesitate as you cautiously peek into the living room. 

“Um, sir, dinner--” 

“Go on, wait for us,” Frank waves you away, his eyes fixated on the television. “Wanna see this kick.” 

“Yes, sir,” you whisper. 

You go to the table and sit. You’re patient as you wait for them. Billy comes first, appearing through the kitchen as he brings in his glass with a helping of the eggnog. You look away shamefully. 

“You’re right, sweetheart. It’s pretty good,” he sets the glass down as he sits. 

“Yes, sir, very,” you agree. “I’m sorry I drank so much.” 

“Well, I brought it for that very purpose,” he affirms. 

Frank finally comes in. He claims his chair at the head of the table. You get up and step up next to his shoulder. 

“Can I fix you a plate, sir?” You ask. 

“You know what I like.” 

You take his plate; dark meat, potatoes, carrots, gravy, a bun, and some stuffing. You butter his bun then sit down. He doesn’t move. 

“Well, we got company,” he sneers. 

“I’m sorry, sir. Billy--” 

You go to get up and Billy waves you off. “I’m a big boy, I can serve myself.” 

“Big boy?” Frank echoes under his breath. 

Billy snickers and shakes his head, “jeez, Frank, it’s Christmas. Have a bit of holiday cheer.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not a child,” Frank snaps. 

“Fuck if you don’t act like one,” Billy retorts. 

“Big boy. Think you’re a fucking big boy,” Frank repeats. “I’ll show you a man.” 

The table lurches as Frank stands. You stare at him as he reaches for you. He grabs your upper arm, his fingertips dipping into the bruises already there. He rips you up to your feet and moves you around the table in front of him. He kicks the chair behind him away as he hits it. 

“You don’t need to take it out on her, Frank. What’s the problem--” 

“I’m showing you what a big man is,” Frank grabs the back of your neck and bends you forcefully. Your stomach crushes his place and you feel the moisture sopping through the layers of your apron and dress. “You come in here, givin’ her that poison--” 

“It’s the holiday. Just a treat--” 

“You both shut your fucking mouth,” Frank tears your skirt up above your ass. “I see the way you look at her. I hear the way she fawns over you. ‘Oh, Billy, thank you’,” he mimics you meanly. “Well, I’ll show you what you’re never going to have.” 

You stare at the wall as Frank tugs your panties down again. He kicks your feet apart and pinches your ass. You squeak as he splays his hand against your flesh and pokes around your cunt. You close your eyes as he brushes your entrance with his rough fingertips. 

He pushes two fingers inside of you and you whine. He wiggles them then slides them out. You hear the clank of cutlery. You blow out between your lips as Frank’s weight shifts around behind you and he pushes his tip between your cheeks. 

He guides himself down to your cunt and bucks his hips mercilessly. He splits you with a single thrust. You gnash your teeth as he jerks again, bottoming out with a grunt. You grip the edge of the table and hold your breath. 

A knife scratches on porcelain. You hear chewing. You lift your head as Frank thrusts again. You stare at Billy as he scoops up gravy, potato, and turkey in a single bite. He sucks the fork clean and smiles. He's entirely unbothered by the gruff display. 

“The fuck are you doing?” Frank puffs but does not relent. The table jolts with his aggression and Billy picks up his glass to keep the liquid from sloshing. 

“Well, I don’t want my food to get cold,” he says. 

Frank growls and frames your hips. He snaps his pelvis against you and grunts. “Goddamn, Bill, you always were a goddamn freak.” 

Billy laughs and takes a gulp of the eggnog. He swallows and lets out a sigh, “well, you know, I won’t mind if there’s leftovers. I'll be happy to eat them up.” He winks and Frank pumps into harder. 

“Fucking bastard,” he snarls and his flesh slaps you loudly. “Peach, you keep looking at him but you remember who you belong too. “He bends over you and loops his arm around to grab your chin. He lifts you, arching your back as he forces your head up. He ruts into you relentlessly. “Remember, it ain’t fucking him.” 

[glamourscat]

Sorry for disturbing 🩷 would it be possible a one shot with either Bachira or reo (or any character that fits the vibes) based on the sentence “don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you” or “why are you so stubborn?”. Looking for some angst not gonna lie😖😶‍🌫️

𐙚 “Don’t give me space, that’s the last thing I want.” BLLK oneshot 𐙚

CW: angst. Nakedness innuendos but nothing explicit, mention of breakup.

ᯓ★ Ryusei Shidou

“Damn it, Y/N,” Shidou snapped. It wasn’t loud enough to make you flinch, but it was loud enough to make your eyes widen in surprise.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, you are more than aware of how he is—the type of person he is. He’s not so rough in private as he is on the field, sure, but his bruising personality still carries over into his personal life. The signs, the warnings were there all along. Big, bold, and yet, they still managed to get lost.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he continued. “I have told you once, and I have told you twice, I don’t—I just don’t. I don’t want to open up, I am fine. I do not need help—“

“Fine.” You cut him off, trying to avoid another argument—the third of that morning alone.

“Fine. I am sorry for pushing. I am sorry for insisting. I just know something is wrong. I can tell from the way you haven’t closed an eye in the last few days. From the way you have been on edge constantly. I shouldn’t have pried, I am sorry. Just know that I am here if you do need me. Because that’s what I am here for, right?” Your words linger in the air for a moment, the silence thick between the two of you as both stare at the pavement. The silence is broken as you turn around to leave the living room, your slippers squeaking on the parquet floor.

“Wait—Y/N,” Shidou sighed, his voice calmer than earlier. His shoulders had dropped, his eyes slightly softer, although there was still that wall present.

“Wait. Please—don’t go. Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you. Please… I… can’t,” he mumbled, his words coming out quietly and quickly, enough to understand them and the message he was trying to send.

Stay. I need you. Please. Don’t leave me alone. I can’t talk about it, not yet. But please stay.

Your eyes soften as you move back close to him, step after step, slowly. Unsure movements, trying to see how he would react. Will he flinch away? Will he move back? But he doesn’t. He doesn’t move. He keeps his eyes on you. And your eyes are on him. You stop right in front of him, giving him the opportunity to move back, to move away if he needs to. But he doesn’t move. And so, you take one more step, and your arms are around him. His head comes to rest against your neck, his breathing hitting your soft skin, making it warmer.

“I’m sorry,” your words come out quieter than intended, a whisper of some sort.

“It’s fine, stop apologising,” he whispers back, moving his mouth against your neck, leaving a soft, slightly humid kiss on the now warm skin. “Just hold me for a little longer.”

ᯓ★ Bachira Meguru

“Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you, Y/N-chan,” Bachira screamed while crying—no, while sobbing his eyes out. The scene felt so familiar. The yellow bedsheets, the softness of his mattress where he was sat on. The artwork from his mother or the little sketches he made, scattered across the study table and some glued to the wall. Right beside the Polaroids of you two. You two laughing, you two kissing. You two smiling.

And now, it felt like everything was crumbling away slowly.

“Y/N-chan… please,” he sobbed as he tried to step closer, but you took a step back. He couldn’t—there was just something wrong with your eyes. The way they were so… dark. So empty. You never looked at him with such disdain. Disgust even. Why now?

“Don’t leave me, please—” you cut him off.

“Bachira, we are done. D-O-N-E. Done. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. You’re absolutely the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Bachira, Bachira… Bachira… Bachira? Bachira, are you listening? Bachira, can you hear me…?

He wakes up gasping. His eyes still blurred with tears he didn’t know he had shed while he was sleeping. His heart was beating so fast that he could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His body was shaking as he tightened his grip on a hand… a hand? He turns his face, meeting your worried eyes. Your mouth opens, probably calling his name, that’s what it looked like. But he was in such a discombobulated state that he didn’t even hear your words. His eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost, while they desperately tried to read any of the emotions he had seen previously on your face. Your eyes were kind, sweet as ever. There was no disgust, no fear, no hatred. And yet…

It felt so real. So damn real. He was no stranger to self-doubt. He was no stranger to feeling—like he wasn’t good enough. And maybe a little voice at the back of his head was waiting for the right moment to lash out all of these insecurities onto him, right when the moment was nothing more than peaceful, and destroy everything once again.

That wasn’t you. You never looked at him in such way, and he was sure you never would. That was a conjure of his brain, of his deepest insecurities. Of you leaving him. Of you abandoning him like he has been abandoned before in his past.

But you are here. Right beside him. Still holding his hand while your worried eyes and furrowed eyebrows look at his face, trying to determine how to work the situation.

“Bee? I’m here. You feel me? Feel my heart. I’m here,” you whisper softly, bringing the hand you were holding right up to your chest, to your beating, steady heart.

Right. You’re here. We are here. Together. You didn’t leave. We are in my bed. Our pictures are still up on that same wall staring back at us. And I can feel your soft, warm, bare body against mine under the covers. We are here. We are together. And I love you. Oh, how I love you. Please, never leave me. I love you.

ᯓ★ Reo Mikage

“For the love of— again? Really, Reo? Again? Why are you so stubborn, I swear—” you say to your best friend, Reo. Your voice is slightly harsher than intended, but the tiredness and maybe a tinge of anger are starting to seep out.

Again, it happened again.

Reo getting dumped by Nagi. And consequently, the purple-haired guy runs into hiding, sobbing his eyes out while spiraling out of control. And you were tired. Tired of seeing him hurt. Tired of seeing the person you loved, cared for and cherished getting used and discarded when he wasn’t needed anymore.

Reo wasn’t perfect, and neither are you. But then again, who is? Despite his flaws, he is kind, oh so ever kind. He is gentle even, and his smile—his laugh, is so beautiful. So full of life, it’s the little giggles turning into a belly laugh, a small snort in between as he laughs his heart out. And you miss it as tears and sobs replace his usual smile and laugh.

You sigh, moving to sit by his side on the floor. Your arms move automatically like they have done in the past, to hold him tightly against your chest. To give him a sense of security despite the darkness he is feeling inside.

“I am so tired,” he whispers shakily between sniffles and tears. “I—is it too much? To ask to be loved? Is it too much to love me? Am I too much?” he says in a quiet, timid voice.

He is not speaking to you, well, not directly. The question is more or less said out loud as he is starting to open up.

“No. It’s not too much. You’re not too much, you’re not a burden to love, Reo. You’re the biggest gift anyone could ever receive.” Your words are soft as silk, caressing him, holding him metaphorically and literally in a warm embrace.

You’re not too much, Reo. You’re just enough.

“But then—” he sniffles. “Why is it… he keeps leaving? Why is it that no matter how hard I try, he always ends up leaving?”

Good question. Why does Nagi leave? Well, you certainly have some words, strong ones at that, but it’s not the time nor place to use them.

“Because sometimes we aren’t meant to stay with that person, Reo. I know, it’s an oxymoron. It doesn’t make sense, it’s ridiculous even. How and why? If you love someone so hard, so much, why do they leave? Why can’t they stay? Well—because it doesn’t matter how hard you love someone, sometimes that love is not enough to make them stay. Sometimes, too, you’re misplacing your love with the wrong person. In your case, I feel it’s a mix of both. I know you care for him, so deeply. That’s who you are, after all. But—who cares for you, Reo?” you say in a low, soft tone, as your hand goes to cup his cheek.

“Who cares for you when the lights are out and you’re alone with your thoughts? And I’m not talking about the physical intimacy kind. I’m talking about the mental one. Who’s there, giving you advice? Who’s there, helping you? Who’s there supporting you?”

Reo’s eyes meet yours, filled with tears but also a glimmer of understanding. He knows you’re right, but it’s hard to let go of something you’ve held onto so tightly.

“I just—I think sometimes it’s better to let go. I can’t make the choice for you, and I won’t. It has to come from you. But just know, whatever you decide, I’m here. I’ll always be here,” you continue, your voice firm yet gentle.

Reo takes a deep breath, his body still trembling slightly but starting to calm down in your embrace. He nods slowly, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can do it alone,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I— don’t want to do it alone. Don’t give me space. Don’t leave. That’s the last thing I want from you. Please… help me” his eyes meet yours in a quiet understanding.

“You’re not alone, Reo. You have me, and you have so many people who care about you. You just have to see it. And maybe, it’s time to start caring for yourself as much as you care for others,” you say softly, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

He pulls back slightly to look at you, a small, grateful smile forming on his lips. It’s a start, at least.

“Thank you. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he whispers, his voice full of emotion, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Your cold lips touch his cheek, leaving a soft, reassuring kiss

“Anytime silly” you reply, holding onto a soft, almost teasing smile. Your noses touch, while sharing a soft, quiet chuckle together.

In that moment, as his purple eyes mix into yours, you both understand that while the journey ahead might be tough, he has you and you have him. And maybe, just maybe, Reo will finally find the strength to let go and find someone who truly deserves his love.

© GLAMOROUSCAT (All rights reserved, do not share, modify or repost my work outside of tumblr)

[henwilsonweek]

Rules & FAQ

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FAQ

What kind of works are accepted?

Anything! Gifs, fanfiction, fanart, videos, moodboards — everything is allowed as long as it's 1) Hen-centric; 2) doesn't bash Hen's character; 3) wasn't created through the use of AI

When should the works be posted?

Hen Wilson Week 2025 will run from the 10th to the 16th of February, with different prompts for each day (to be posted soon). Ideally, you'd post on the day of the prompt you're creating for, but I'm aware real life sometimes gets in the way (this post, for example, was supposed to be done two weeks ago; oops). I'll accept late works up to a month after Hen Week is over; just make sure to write what prompt you're creating for + the day it was due when you share it for classification purposes

Is there a minimum length required for this event?

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Will there be an AO3 collection?

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[toadsong]

BEASTIE ADOPTS - PT 2

Finally manage to scrounge up enough energy to make a few more beasties- with a few more on the way! I've been working hard on these for a few months. Pricing + availability below the cut!

What is an adoptable?

An adopt is a pre-designed character that I create, and you can buy to be able be able to use and claim as your own character. You can use it for pretty much whatever you want, as long as you follow the rules below!

INFO + RULES:

Once you buy the adopts, they’re yours. You’re welcome to redesign, alter, give away and/or trade as you see fit. The only thing I ask that you don't do is reselling for a higher price (same or below is fine).

You’re welcome to use them for any setting that you please! Headworlds, writing, video games, go nuts. Credit would be appreciated, though, if asked!

The placeholder names, personality, and info are just.. placeholder/concepts! You can name them whatever you want, give them any pronouns, personality, lore, whatever! I won’t feel bad lol

Once I receive payment, I’ll send you a full size, transparent, unwatermarked image of your adopt!

I can hold them for up to a week!

If one is on hold, you can still message and ask to be next in line if whatever they’re being held for doesn’t work out.

AVAILABILITY + PRICING:

Base price for each adopt is currently $60 USD, however, you can check out some discounts at the bottom! They’re numbered left to right.

“SILLAY” - ON HOLD

“CRESCENT” - OPEN

“ROSEMARY” - OPEN

“SAURN” - OPEN

“SUNKEN” - ON HOLD

DISCOUNTS + DEALS

Yeah, we know this is what you’re here for!  I’m going to offer several discounts and deals, which are subject to change, and may or may not pop in and out.

COMMISSION BUNDLE If you buy a character from me, you can also get a get a commission of that character for 25% off to come with it! This only applies once, and has to be worked out around the time of purchasing the character. You choose the type of commission you’d like! Commission info is here.

PASSION DISCOUNT If you do a piece of fanwork for one of these characters- come up with extensive lore, a piece of art, a piece of writing, etc- and I can tell you actually put some effort and passion into it, then you can get them for 30% off… making them $42! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy and I’m not going to judge you by how ‘good’ your work is- again, it’s only judged by passion for the character. If I can tell you genuinely enjoyed it and had fun and will love the character you get (instead of having them simply sit on a dusty shelf or resold, etc), you get the discount! If you’re worried about the work taking a while but you want to wait until it’s done to buy them, no worries! I can hold a character for up to a week for you.

BONUS LORE If you wanna shell out an extra $5, I can help come up with something much more fleshed out as far as lore/backstory goes! Names, backstory, personality, all the bells and whistles. I can also work with you to fit it into any preexisting lore or characters you might want them to be worked with! Once again, you’re welcome to change any of this- but I’ll work with ya on it to make sure it’s something you like!

TRADES I’m a bit iffy on art trades or character trades, but I’m not going to say they’re out of the question. You’re welcome to ask, but be aware that there's a high probability of me saying no.

If you’re interested, you can message me here on tumblr. We can discuss here, or move to discord if you’d prefer!

[theoddest1]

Leave Joel Perez alone. All of you online warriors think you’re doing something but you’re not. Focus on the REAL life victims and not some cartoon. Put your energy into something MEANINGFUL and stop sending death threats to some voice actor DOING HIS JOB.

Damn, anyway, you are aware that we can do both things, right? Why are you acting as if doing one task absolves the other? I am not on his case for playing a fictional character or sharing art of said fictional character, I'm on his case for knowingly or unknowingly promoting a tag that has many rape fetishers/SA romanticizers using it. He did NOT need to use a ship name in the post since any fan of the show ALREADY KNOWS Angel's situation. So why tf does he need the ship name there? Most people do not use a fucking ship name for anything other than romance or cause they like the ship.

Then Joel proceeds to double down and act like an idiot online and be fucking petty towards someone who made good points to him, who also was APPARENTLY an SA survivor, telling them that they're putting words in his mouth and to "go watch bluey" which was not necessary of a comment to make.

And AFTER THAT he proceeds to mock those who find his behavior unprofessional and tone deaf all cause he thinks he is completely right in his assessments yet doesn't have the fucking balls to leave his Insta comments open.

He, Viv, and any other person who doesn't take this topic seriously is not immune to proper feedback and conversations made about them and especially not clapback if they proceed to act like brainless drones. 🙂‍↕️

[silverskye13]

Dude dude dude I’ve been reading all the snippets that aren’t on AO3 and because of how they were sent to me I couldn’t reply then (also like- I figured it would be maybe a little annoying to get 12 messages about them when I could send one longer one)

All of them are just so incredibly wonderfully written god I could go on for hours about the deconstruction of every single sentence, but one stood out as a favourite:

“The best seat” for exactly one reason: THE END POEM LINES!!!! Stunning!!!!!! Incredibly spaced and the repetition and the way it repeats the ‘universe loves me more’ theme and OUGH feeling shrimp emotions about these guys, Wels might be a little BITCH but he’s a damn poetic one

Also the delivery ficlet on AO3 (Red and Renbob) MAN those two are so goofy I love them- comedic timing can be hard to get right in writing but the whole paragraph of Renbob speaking with emoticons and the reader (or at least me-) thinking “how is he doing that??” And then immediately Red wonders the same thing? I was cracking up

Also this changes depending on who’s appeared most recently, but my current favourite character is The Hand- he’s just so *close* to Martyn (normal) that you start to forget he’s not until something happens and you go oh. *oh*. And the differences hit you like a knee to the stomach

The whole fic the whole world you’ve made- just absolutely stunning, incredible, for certain it has permanently changed my brain chemistry and I cannot wait to see how it continues and finishes <3333

So like, just so you're aware, when I first received this ask I was stuck on the highway after my tire exploded [literally, it was in ragged tatters when I got to the shoulder]. It was snowing and freezing and the jack slipped off while I was changing the tire [unharmed] and it took the roadside assistance guy 2 hours to get to me after promising "just five more minutes I swear" and "I just passed you I'm coming back around, two minutes," three, four, five goddamn times.

And you know what? This made me smile. It was a smile I desperately needed, sitting on the busy road watching it snow and waiting for literally anyone to help. So thank you for your kindness, and for writing kind words, and for being excited. You have no idea how positive of an impact that had on a truly grueling day.

I'm glad!! You liked the end poem Wels perspective fic. I was writing it to "Put it on Me" by Matt Maeson [recommended to me by countthelions] and I was trying very hard to emulate the feeling of circling and inevitability the song has. There's a very waltz-like meter in the song and it's very very fun to work with.

And! I'm glad the comedy from the Red/Renbob one landed! I mostly use comedy to break tension in fics, so doing a completely upbeat/comedic centered fic had me a little nervous I couldn't land the tone. I am so so stoked you enjoyed it :3

[ramblingidk]

okay fun police , I though you wouldnt harras people over their ships ? you can just block and move on dumbass...

https://files.catbox.moe/hkxkp0.png https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IETDSGZgRrdb4MbYNWr3KGABXpEy-Wz8jtfq7Zlzfg0/edit?usp=sharing

Oo my first inbox anti!! Guys guys I'm getting famous antis are starting to notice me now!! I'd normally just not bother responding because I know for sure the asker nor anyone would notice, but I will just because I wanna publicly make fun of this. I have 2 others after this too lol Ok first off, you're so very brave to send an ANONYMUS ask wow. Now, about me supposedly "harassing people over ships"? No??? Nowhere in my post did I state I am against selfships you illiterate toddler, I was talking about how hypocritical the self shipping community is for being against proship while they're actively aware they're simping for not real characters with 0 consciousness... i hope that they're aware, at least. And the document...? I don't even need to read the entirety of it to know you have 0 experience with the proship community to know what you are talking about. What is with antis and speaking out on something they just REFUSE to gain actual experience in? Especially when it comes to trauma and coping mechanisms. Sure guys you definitely have therapist's licenses... If you have "proshippers DNI" in your bio, maybe follow your own rules. It's weird how antis have that in their bio and then get mad when we actually don't interact? Like what kind of 10yo behaviour is that

[sweettlovinnmclovin]

As long as I have you | N.C 🩵

Back story ; In this situation, you're caught in a blend of professional ambition and personal emotions, which is natural when dealing with the intricacies of relationships, especially in the same industry. You've clearly worked hard to get to this point in your career, and the role you're excited about is something you've put your heart and effort into. But now you're facing a delicate situation with your ex, Nicholas, and his new girlfriend, both of whom are involved in the same project.

2 weeks have passed and you have yet to receive a call from production

your phone rings and you immediately answer .

“ Congrats you made it , we start next week please get in contact with your costars Nicholas and Victoria to set up a date to go over the script and practice on your own times. Listen y/n it’s very important you guys get this down, my team will email each of you the script.”

“ yes of course , thank you so much “ you end the call.

You sighed and thought to yourself

here goes nothing you say as you scroll through your contacts list “ Nick” it’s been over a year since you last talked or even texted me but you keep in mind this is for “ work “.

You decided to text him just to play it safe

“Good afternoon Nicholas this is y/n , I’m reaching out to you and Victoria to discuss a time and date to go over the script and practice whenever you guys are free”.

“ Hey that’s great give me one sec let me ask my girl real quick “

“My girl “ ouch that hurts

“ yea no worries just get back to me when ever you can”

“ yeah I’ll text you , thank you for reaching out to Victoria and I we appreciate it”

You read the text over and over again “ my girl”

You lock your phone and get up and clean your place up and after take shower to freshen up.

As you are showering you can’t help but to overthink, you question if he loves her , how serious are they , does she know you guys have a past ?

you ignore these thoughts and step out the shower , you put on a casual outfit yet comfy, minimal

Makeup just enough to help you look presentable.

You get a notification from nick

“ hey turns out Victoria only has couple of lines she’s prefers to go over these lines by herself , if you have time today we can meet up and go over the script”

“ no worries , would you like to come over my place I can send you my address “

“ yeah that’s fine “

You send over your address and finish tidying up and light up a candle, you set your iPad on the couch to go over the script together.

15 minutes later Nicholas arrives to your house

“ welcome , come in “ you say as you open the door for him

he looks around your house , smiles when he recognizes your furniture and pictures frames

“ very welcoming and cozy , very familiar “ he says as he settles in , resting his iPad on your coffee table

You notice it’s the iPad you gifted him for Christmas , wow he still has the iPad I gifted him you thought to yourself.

“ thank you , you know me” you smile and sit down beside him

“ so let’s get into it , can we talk about how our characters seems to have a pretty good sex life literally scene after scene they going at it like rabbits “ he chuckles

“ yeah i was going to ask if that’s okay with Victoria you know with us acting out these scenes i mean after all it does involve a lot of sex scenes and kis-

“ she doesn’t know “ he blurts out

“ what do you mean didn’t she get emailed the scrip-“ how strange you thought to yourself how wouldn’t she know I mean she had to know when auditioning

“No that’s not what I mean , she doesn’t know we ever dated “ he interrupts

“ oh , you never brought it up “ you murmur

“ can we just stick to the script and get it over with “ his mood completely changed, his eyebrows furrow together and he’s no longer smiling nor making jokes about the scenes.

Shit did I make him upset you thought to yourself

“ Im sorry I didn’t know she wasn’t aware I won’t bring it up an-

“ no I’m sorry , I should be the one apologizing I’m sorry I didn’t mean to but let’s just forget about it can we do that please “

You stop questioning him , after all she’s seemed like she was professional and was an actor herself and would understand this was in the script right ?

You jump right into the script after hours and hours you start to actually act it out as much as you wanted to avoid the kissing scene it was pointless because you had to do it one way or another

“ okay so then in this scene you cut me off by kissing me”you motion both of your hands together as if they are making out “then we end up hooking up and then after the sex we are cud-"

“ I’m sorry I keep interrupting but is there a reason you are talking about the scene instead of acting it out “ he ask with a confused look on his face

“ I just thought we should wait until we are on set you know that way it’s not weird” you respond

“ I doubt it , I mean it can’t be less weird then right now , you are literally making your hands make out “ he chuckles

“ fine “

You say your lines and lean towards him closing any gap

“ nick this is where you lean and kiss me “

“ oh like this , he motions his hands mocking you “ and chuckles

You roll your eyes in response

“ okay okay fine no more playing around let’s be serious “ he says trying not to laugh

“ nick “

“ okay take it from the top , ready “

You start by saying your lines and he does the same , you lean forward closing the gap once again and he does the same

You can feel your face hot and flushed yet you do what the script says and grab the collar of his shirt and leaned in to kiss him , he kisses you back and groan into the kiss as you close your eyes you can’t help but start to remember the times you would have rough sex and how kinky he was but so were you.

You get the urge to clench his hair pulling it softly as he sucks your bottom lip. He grabs you and sits you on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist .

you roll your hips against him and grind on top of him slowly as he caresses your back and drawing small circles with his finger tips on your lower back and slowly trying to remove your top, leaving you exposed.

You start to feel him get aroused and you pull away

“ we should stop “you sigh

“ we are just doing what the script says “ he groans and bury his face into your breast sucking them and flicking his tongue against your nipple and gripping on to your waist tightly

“ Nick please “ you whimper “

this wasn’t in the script but you couldn’t stop him it felt to good to stop now

“ I’ve missed you , I’ve missed this so much “ he whispers and continues to fondle your breast and leaving small love bites.

“ you missed me ? “ you tease by rolling your hips against him

“yes baby I missed you so much “ he groans

You can feel his cock getting hard and firm

You get off his lap and get in your knees

“ did you miss my pretty little mouth “ you murmur

“ you have no idea baby” he growls and you can hear his breath hitch when he says it

“ i missed this pretty dick too “ you groan and start to unzip you his jeans and remove his briefs down to his knees and you take his shaft begin to stroke it and flicking your tongue against his pink tip licking the pre cum off his cock before taking it all.

You stroke his shaft with one hand before using both hands and continue to suck , gripping with your mouth and using your tongue occasionally to tease him and taking his cock out and slapping it lightly on your tongue causing his cock to twitch, you knew he was close but just the sight of him almost at his peak made your pussy throb

“ f-uck baby I’m so close “ he moans

“ be a good boy and cum in my mouth” you growl , he does as you say and you swallow it

You missed his taste , his touch and how needy he can get and most of all how good he made you feel .

You get up and remove your jeans along with your thong leaving you exposed

You can see how this has an effect on him the moment you see his cock glistening, you lick the precum off once again and get on top

“ do you miss this pussy “ you groan

“ yes baby , can I please touch you “ he whimpers

“ no not ye-“

“ please I need to be inside of it , I miss it so much please let me show you how bad I’ve missed it” he says eagerly

“ I said not yet , don’t be needy “ you growl

“ I’m tired of the teasing “ he whines

You lower yourself and sink down on his cock making it easier to slip it in.

Once His cock is inside you both gasp and moan , your walls clench around his cock as you ride him slowly and picking up the pace once you adjusted to his size

“ I’ve missed this dick so much “ you cry

he holds your waist tight as you ride him and when you look up you kiss him and suck on his tongue , he groans each time you kiss him and moans Into your mouth when you pick up the pace , you feel yourself close and your walls clench to his cock tighter. You dig your nails into his back and continue to ride him faster and moaning into his ear , as you throw your head back and glaze over at him you see him biting his lip and he places a firm hand over your neck chocking you , you grab his other hand and place it on your cheek “ slap me “ he does as you say and you feel the sting and a rush of heat however this turned you on and you loved when he was rough with you .

You continue to moan louder until they sounded hoarse due to him choking you and you moaning loudly

“ I’m so close baby, can I cum “ you whine

“ let it go baby , cum all over me” he groans as he grabs your hips and starts move his hips fucking you back

You cream all over his cock but he continues to thrust himself into you harder and faster

“ babyy- I can’t take it, I’m gon-“ you cry as your breath gets heavier and more hitched and continue to moan louder with each thrust

At this point you are speechless and only moans coming out of you

“ what happened baby cat got your tongue “ he smirks

And picks up the pace making you cum all over his cock again but he doesn’t stop he continues to thrust harder and faster, this time you squirt

“ fuck you feel so good baby “

“ your so fucking wet”

“ best pussy I’ve had “ he growls and continues to praise you

You tumble over , chest heaving and he grabs your waist and started to leave wet kisses on your back , you can’t help but arch your back to his touch.

“ I can’t get enough of you “ he groans

You can’t help but bring up his gf and say

“ nick is she better than me ? “

“ does she make you feel this good “ he doesn’t answer at first so you grab his shaft and press your ass against him and start to throw it back , causing him to bury himself into you and dropping a kiss to your back, you get shivers and your eyes roll back .

As good as he made you feel rn you wanted to know

“ answer me Nick , does she make you feel this good “ you spat

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it causing you to gasp and moan once he starts to thrust himself into you harder.

you felt him twitching inside as your pussy clenched on to his cock

He slaps your ass and puts his thumb over your anus and continues to spank you

You moan to his touch, you feel it sting yet it feels good.

“ I said best pussy I had didn’t I “ he growls

“Show me you love this pussy daddy “ you moan

He continues to thrust harder and faster and groaning “ who’s dick is it baby “ he growls ,

“ mine baby it’s all mine “ you cry out as he grabs your arms putting them behind you and causing you to moan louder and louder you press your head down and muffle your moans into the pillow unable to grip the sofa, you feel his cock twitch and know he’s close but he continues to thrust , slamming harder until he slows down his rhythm and reaches his peak and cums inside of you , he pulls out and watches his cum come out of your pussy and cleans you up after and kisses your cheek

“ I must confess y/n , Victoria and I been broken up for a week now, when you contacted me I wasn’t sure if you had someone and when we started to go over the script I could sense how nervous you were and were trying to avoid even touching me, I really do miss you and you don’t have to give me an answer now but I would like for us to try again”

“ why didn’t you tell me “ you blurt out

“ we just weren’t working out I realized I still had feelings for you and knowing you would have to work with me everyday I just knew the feelings I had for you were stronger and we’re gonna grow stronger each day , I love you y/n and I’m sorry for hurting you in the past I promise you if you let me, I will be better for you “ he says as he reached over your hand and kisses it repeated and even your wrist up to your arm and collarbone, cheek and till he’s close to your lips and gives you a peck

“Plus seeing you jealous made me realize you might feel the same way. “

You can’t help but to feel relived you’re glad he’s single and available, nobody cheated.

“ Nick I love you too , I don’t want to lose you again but if we are going to work on us again let’s take it’s slow”.

“ whatever you want baby as long as I have you “ he kisses you and deepens the kiss by sucking the tip of your tongue & the rest of the night you spend showing each other how much you loved each other , went over the script and made love again.

The end

P.S

I don’t think cheating is okay at all , also if the story is wack I’m so sowwyyyy okay it’s like my second time writing a smut 😔 but thank you for the love on my first smut I appreciate it

I was seeing the likes over thanksgiving and I was like

[bumblrsuckshorsenuts]

It's certainly a tone-setter, but I think edgy content does have a place. In this, it's used to send home the idea that you're not really playing as a heroic figure, despite him having some admirable qualities, and it's also paying some tribute to the various ghost stories it pulls from as well.

It also contextualizes his entire relationship with the kid from the village, who you are aware throughout the game is in GRAVE danger if anyone so much as catches a whiff of him. Without seeing the act happen he'd feel much safer in the narrative, but with the expressed willingness of the creators of the game to DO that there's always the lurking tension of what you might have to see happen to Your Boy:tm: that gets you into the main character's head as that stress slowly morphs into fatherly impulse over the course of the game. This pays off well towards the end of the game too.

The game would be narratively worse without that scene.

It's not to everyone's taste, yet still I'm taking issue with you saying it has no point. It is VERY deliberate in its use of edgy tropes.

love when a game comes out that's clearly Made For Mabel but it's just. excessively gory for no reason

[otiksimr]

Send me your characters. I wish to butcher them >:)

[frooogscream]

oh my god you can not still be framing Cons inappropriate and to be frank suspicious behaviour as him being "relatable" and "quirky about fan art". I also don’t see why you are calling it queer fanart, trying again to rephrase it into something positive he is supporting, when in reality it is simply porn. Porn that children that watch a family show like Our Flag could be seeing on his account!

He has shown clearly who he is in that livestream, showing his fucking bulge to fans! I don’t care if it was just for a few seconds! I don’t care if it was just for a sketch! It is still predatory as hell!

Ok I’m not gonna go through all the BS and why it is BS that reproduces homophobic fearmongering and sexualises queer bodies (esp. comparing it to Rhys and Taika doing the same and coming to the conclusion that them doing it was harmless but the queer man doing so is a "danger to the children" or whatever) again, you can look back to the things I posted when that was fresh if you care to know my stance on this.

Here have a meme instead, I saved yesterday just for occasions like this:

(And to be clear, I’m using 'queer person doing something weird' loosely. I actually think being supportive of queer -yes depicting a character as trans or in homosexual relationships is queer art, don’t know what about that you didn’t get- and kinky fanart though more rare and refreshing is not a "weird"/surprising thing for a queer actor to do. And doing a comedy bit in underwear is not particularly "weird" or uncommon in entertainment ether.)

[kn11ves]

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kyle and rex is an absurdist drama set in a stagnant afterlife where everyone lies, cheats, manipulates, and hurts each other in order to gain political power and admiration from the public.

with characters constantly haunted by ghosts of the past, trying to stay on top of the food chain despite constant betrayals and having their secrets held up above their heads, comes back kyle, from his long stay back as a guiding spirit on earth, to take back reigns of the throne in the inbetween. though much like everyone else, hes got a long list of dirty laundry that many are aching to reveal. there are no real friends here.

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[tomurakii]

I truly apologise but I've never found a character more irritating than Ruby Rocks. It is severely impacting my ability to watch a crown of candy because this bratty literally-the-embodiment-of-the-status-quo bitter bastard child won't stop sulking and being shitty to the only good surviving member of this royal bloodline (Saccharina).

The immediate Rocks family in general is so unsympathetic, I'm sorry but if you want me to feel bad over your personal growth journey you can't ALSO be a monarch who has absolute power over an entire nation-state. If you had literally the best education of everyone in your country and you're still an idiot I don't know what to tell you except that you're a resource hoarding pig who has not earned an iota of the power or luxury you have. They have SERVANTS and all they do is complain about going to class or doing their job. Hey if it sucks so bad demolish the state and redistribute your wealth <3 you won't <3

[hplonesomeart]

Well you’ve heard it here folks, Snatcher’s on a mission to hit the three hundred souls milestone. He truly is getting ambitious with this lol