#it's all there and it'll all make you cry

[enhani-ki]

pacify her - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, kinda sadistic (?), etc.

you were sitting on the floor, hunched over your notebook as you tried to solve the last few problems of your homework. ni-ki sat beside you, watching with mild interest then tried to help you.

but that interest quickly faded when he realized he can't do it, "just use the calculator," he suggested, resting his chin on his knees.

"i don't need help."

"i want to understand how to solve this."

he scoffed, tilting his head at you in disbelief.

ni-ki sighed, getting really bored out of his mind. he doesn't understand why people make things so hard for themselves.

if there's already an easy way out, why not just take it?

you stayed focused until, finally, you set your pencil down with a satisfied sigh.

"you finished it?" ni-ki blinked surprised.

you turned to him with the brightest smile, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck. "yes, i told you i can do it!"

he smiled, letting you cling to him more, then pushed some loose strands of hair away from your face before leaning in to kiss you.

"are you really that smart?" he murmured against your lips.

you shook your head no, acting all modest and humble, but he wasn't buying it.

"okay, if you're that smart…” he leaned back slightly to watch your expression fully. "can you tell me what are you going to do after i die?"

your proud smile faded immediately. you shoved him away, moving to sit on the couch, and crossing your arms in irritation.

he followed you, leaning back over the cushions beside you. "come on," he said, "how long do you think it'll last before you move on?" he started kissing your arm, like what he always do when he wants to soften you up.

your brows knitted together. "ni-ki, that's not funny."

"i'm not trying to be funny." he laughed, tilting his head. "i'm just really curious."

you didn't answer, you just moved uncomfortably but that only encouraged him.

"i mean, you wouldn't stay single forever, right?" he said it so casually as if he was just talking about the weather. "you'd cry for a bit, sure, but then what?"

"oh i'm not even sure if you'll cry."

your stomach twisted.

"maybe you'd find someone new in, what, a year? six months? shit..." he looked up at you, "would it be sooner?"

you pressed your lips together, "can you not?" you said as you pulled your arm away, trying to put some space between him and you.

and you could move further, ni-ki grabbed your wrist and wrapped his around your waist, locking you in place.

"y/n..." he called out in your ear. "you're not answering me."

"because it's stupid!"

"it's not," he insisted, resting his chin on your shoulder. "i just wanna know, baby... would you miss me?"

you inhaled shakily. "of course i would..."

"would you cry?"

you swallowed hard, not answering.

his fingers traced your arm slowly, "you're already getting worked up, huh?"

your throat tightened.

"you're about to cry," he whispered, watching your expression closely.

your nose started to turn red and your lips quivered before curling downward into a sad pout.

ni-ki let out a soft chuckle, really in awe. "i'm not even dead, and you're already crying?"

a choked sob left your throat as you shove his chest, but your boyfriend didn't budge. he just watched you, amused, his eyes fixed on your tear-streaked face.

so you turned your face away, he started showering kisses to your head.

"you're so pretty when you're upset."

his lips trailed down your jaw, his hands were slipping under your skirt.

"ni-ki." you tried to warn, but he was already tilting your head back, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

and despite how annoyed and sad you were, you still folded.

ni-ki lifted your skirt slightly, his fingers trailed over the soft fabric of your panties before slowly sliding them down your legs. he left the skirt on, he thinks it looks sexy how it framed you perfectly.

he then pushed your legs up, keeping them pressed together instead of spreading them apart like he knew the restriction will make everything more intense and tighter.

he dragged his tongue slowly over your folds along with obscene slurping sounds while you twitch underneath him. ni-ki took his time, savoring every desperate little noises that escaped your lips.

you grabbed his hand from your waist, and guided it up to your breasts, he catches on instantly, squeezing rough and hard, the pressure making you whimper. it hurts but it somehow eased some of the frustration from the torturous pace he's keeping between your thighs.

"ni-ki, please… please, more-" your voice trembled, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him to do more.

but he only hummed against your pussy, ignoring your pleas as he licked slowly and teasingly, again.

your patience snapped. you reached down to try and touch yourself, very desperate for the relief he's withholding, but ni-ki swats your hand away, "uh-uh," he disapproved, "just wait."

his grip on your thighs tightened as he presses a soft smooches to your pussy.

the frustration overwhelmed you. "just fucking stop this!" your patience snapped again for the second time, you tried to break free from his grip, your whole body writhing beneath him.

then his mouth closed around you, sucking hard on the sensitive bud making you gasp and bite down on your lip in shock.

the pleasure threatened to fall apart in your lower abdomen, only for him to suddenly pull away again, leaving you stranded on the edge.

tears pricked your eyes, spilling over your cheeks, you hide your face in your hands.

you can't even get mad, it just hurts.

ni-ki lay down beside you and gently removed your hands off your face.

your lashes were clumping together, your lips were slightly trembling, cheeks warm and flushed, the tip of your nose was already red from crying.

breathtaking.

he leaned in, pressing kisses all over your face.

you tried to turn away but he catches your lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently while his hands move to unzip his pants.

his lips parted as he inserted his dick in your aching hole, slowly sinking into you, and stretching you open. his hand held the back of your head while the other held your leg in the air.

ni-ki's moaned right in front of your face then to your ear, and it turned you on even more.

he kept on giving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, now your whole face is wet because of him.

he caressed your cheek before tilting your chin up, his thumb pressed your lower lip until you open it for him. he didn't waste no time and slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss, just swallowing every sounds you make.

oh, fuck.

and even lying on your sides, he can stroke inside relentlessly. easily sliding in and out of you so fast, so deep you're going dumber and dumber.

ni-ki smirked as he watched you go crazy and completely wrecked from the pleasure he's giving you.

your walls fluttered around him, it's tightening, throbbing, but not consistently. it's like you're teasing him too, keeping him on the edge, and making him crave more.

he chuckled breathlessly, "you're so petty." then he started pounding even faster as he neared his climax.

"i'm close, where do i shoot this, baby? huh?"

"i want it all inside of me."

ni-ki groaned after hearing what you wanted, he pressed his forehead against yours as he lets himself go, spilling his cum deep inside your core.

some of it dripped down as he pulled out, so he used his fingers to push it all back inside of you.

he's not gonna let any of it go to waste.

"stop, making me, cry!" you said, sniffling before pinching his arm.

ni-ki flinched and smirked, "babe..." he said, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips before pressing a quick kiss. "you cry because you love me. it's natural."

then he held your panties "don't put these back on today," he said, before slipping them into his pocket.

"no, that's-"

"let's just see how it'll drip out of you every time you move."

ni-ki kissed you again, swallowing the little hiccuped sob that escapes your lips. then, as if he hasn't already ruined you enough, he whispers against your mouth...

"didn't i tell you that look so pretty when you cry?"

a/n: she got pacified with a big D (requested) jacquees - you

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Stalker hcs - Lawrence and Ren

Slight NSFW, stalking, kidnapping

Lawrence;

- Very careful about following you. Likes to keep his distance and will be deterred if you're around other people. If you're alone or it's late at night, he'll be less cautious.

- Has your routine written in notes and will research the places you go frequently. If the place is public, he may 'show up' on occasion, but will avoid getting too close. Will get anxious if you don't follow or have an unpredictable routine.

- If you work in retail or customer service, you might notice him during your shifts (mostly in passing, but sometimes he'll stick around). Maybe he'll muster up the courage to approach you one day... Or not. He's shy!

- Will lurk around your house whenever he can, peeking through your windows if he thinks he won't be spotted. Would be pretty disappointed if your curtains were closed.

- If he's absolutely certain you aren't home, he may try and sneak in. If he does, he'll make sure to leave as little evidence as possible, he does not want to be caught.

- Doesn't like seeing you with other people and will get progressively more jealous if you're with them often.

- Likes to leave you small gifts. You'll often find trinkets or dried flowers, sometimes with short notes (something simple usually, like "have a nice day"). If you're sad or sick, he'll leave them more often. He doesn't have the money to get you anything expensive

- Closet perv. He'll go through your laundry or underwear and jerk off to your scent, but feels so guilty afterwards. Doesn't have the nerve to take anything home, no matter how much he'd like to. Clothes you throw away however... He will absolutely take those.

- If you were to call him out or catch him in the act, he'd panic. He'd get very defensive and deny it, and if that doesn't work, he'd get violent.

- Would spend months planning a kidnapping (because there's no way you'd willingly go with him, right?), but the longer he waited the more anxious he'd get. Will likely end up hurting you in the process, though it would be unintentional.

Ren;

- Much less careful. It won't be obvious he's following you, but it'll be much more noticeable than Lawrence. You might actually spot him if you're quick enough.

- Has your routine memorised and will show up almost everywhere you go, regardless of if the place is public or not. Will 'wander' into the wrong bathroom or a restricted area just to follow you. The more you notice him the happier he is.

- If you work retail or customer service, he'd be a regular. Always asking for you over other workers and may even refuse help if you're not available. More than happy to chat with you and often tries to make small talk.

- Stalks your social medias and has all your posts saved. If you have photos of yourself, he'll jerk off to them.

- Will find a way to break into your home, no matter how much security you have. He's small and nimble so will squeeze through open windows, or at least climb up to them. You might find claw marks where he's tried to force his way in.

- Very easily jealous and doesn't like seeing you with other people. The closer you are with them, the angrier he gets. If they're in any photos of you, he'll crop them out.

- Definitely the type to steal your underwear, or any clothing for that matter. If it smells like you, he wants it, and if he can take it, why shouldn't he? You'll have to go clothes shopping pretty often...

- Loves to lay in your bed, hug (and hump) your pillows, smell your clothes. Unlike Lawrence, Ren has no shame and wants to leave his scent on everything. If he could get away with cumming on your things, he would.

- If he was called out or caught in the act, he'd probably break down. Crying, begging, apologising, anything to make you understand. He'd be heartbroken if you hated him.

- If he kidnapped you, he'd probably drug you, think chloroform rags or a spiked drink. Best case scenario, he invites you over and simply doesn't let you leave. Worst case, he has to get violent.

[pricegouge]

an increase of interest and sweet, encouraging asks and also these posts (i, ii) have led me to do the unthinkable: write a little extracurricular for haul, can you even believe it?

went in a bit of a different direction here. i've gotten a lot of asks about past victims and while i don't really wanna get too bogged down in the specifics of their time with the boys, i thought it might be fun to see how different price is from simon when he's hunting so. here's a different doll not knowing what's good for her.

cw: prostitution, coercion, kidnapping. implied murder. unedited cause i'm freaking out to be touching this again lmao. MDNI

You know something's wrong with him. Beyond the pale, beyond the knowledge you could never introduce him to your mother. That you're used to, well-versed at. It's something worse, something unsettling. something that clings to you long after he leaves, the very cells he sheds infecting, spreading.

Within and without.

You'll be like on of his soon if you're not careful - that pack of rabid dogs that follow him. It disturbs you, how easily you can see yourself among them sometimes, glinting eyes and too-sharp teeth. One more desert predator, runt of the pack and yet a par of it.

Better never to know. Better to leave it like this - small doses. Better to let him fuck you in a truck stop shower so you can scrub yourself clean after, pretend you remain unchanged by him. Ignore all the evidence suggesting otherwise, the undeniable ache and the trail of come he always leaves to trickle down your thigh.

You should know better, but it's hard to remember when his thick cock is driving up into you in one slow drag, splitting you open cruelly just to hear you cry about it.

He like them, your tears. Too much, probably, but you like the drag of his tongue on your cheek too, hot even in the tepid spray of hard water. You feel the rough scrape of his beard at your temple and wonder - is he actually infectious, or were you always predisposed? Was this something you were always capable of? Letting a customer add your services to their tab? Take you out back with their to-go bags and their travel-sized toiletries? You like to think nit, like to blame John and that strange quality of his, the way he can somehow manage to make you feel less-than and wanted for it all at once, sells you some unspoken promise of betterment if you just play along.

You sweat you know better, but you've said that before. It's how you wind up back here, always back here, his bulging bicep wrapped around your throat as he grunts in your ear.

He's pressed against your back as closely as he can be, so tight you imagine the runoff can't even slip between you. But that can't be right because he's slick against you, streams of soap finding their way down your spine through the follicles of his thick chest hair, coating your skin to let him work against you in slick, slow grinds. You can feel his belly settled against the small of your back, forcing you to arch your spine just so, let him fuck in deep to the very end of you, cock head leaking against your cervix.

He'd asked you if you were on some sort of contraceptive once, much too late for it to have mattered. You'd told yourself you wouldn't take his money again when you'd caught the look of disappointment on his face, but you'd told yourself a lot of things.

It's hard to feel shame, in the moment, at least. And maybe that's the worst part - the fact that you ache for him when he's away. Empty, hungry. But if there's something wrong with him that means there's something wrong with you, right? That means the long nights spent with your fingers stuffed in your cunt just wishing for something thicker are just as bad as this: bellied up against a dirty shower stall with a strange man's cock buried so deep inside you you're sure it'll take this time, that seed of doubt that makes you want to climb in his truck when he inevitable offers. Why settle for lot lizard when you could just be his?

Of course, he never phrases it like that, never admits he'll keep you. And maybe he won't but he'd take you Arkansas, maybe, where his plates are from. North, where he's headed tonight perhaps. Usually you see him returning form out West and you wonder… He doesn't have to keep you. You don't need to hear him say it. Cause whatever's wrong with him, it's catching.

But he doesn't ask, not when he's still panting like a bellows in your ear, rocking his hips against you aimlessly as he works you both through it. He doesn't ask when he slips free and immediately cups his callused palm against your cunt, groaning when he feels his own spend leaking onto his hand. He certainly doesn't ask when he makes you lick it clean, salt and the heavy tang of grease which Irish Springs will never fully cut through. You think maybe he'll ask when he goes to shove the money in your hand, as is his usual. But he doesn't, so you do, your own stomach acid boiling up your esophagus as you try (and fail) to keep the desperate edge out of your voice.

And John, well. You did know there was something wrong with him.

"What's is to you?" he grunts, hand snapping back out of your reach when you go to take the proffered money.

"But… you said -?"

"Know what I said. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he soothes, a balm for the fear you hadn't even been able to voice. "Just… maybe it'll look different now?"

"How do you mean?" you hedge, and John steps closer, blots out the flickering overhead light. Behind him, the door to the shower room opens and rapidly closes, the soft pad of boots treading back down the hall confirming your would-be voyeur had wanted nothing to do with this scene.

At least your reputation remained undamaged.

"I mean. I'll keep you fed. Clothed. Keep you out of the elements. You really gonna make me pay on top of all that?"

"Oh," you wilt. "I guess not."

John's eyes crinkle when he grins at you encouragingly, that same deceptively endearing quality that had first drawn you to him all those months ago. He pulls you against himself, lets you bask in the warmth of his soft, furry chest as he continues to soothe your fears. "But don't worry, not gonna let you put yourself in a bind, hm? You still got something saved from my last visit, yeah? And if you ever need some more, we'll find you some work." He swats you on the ass before you can protest, leaning away to collect his flannel. "Now get dressed. Running behind schedule and I'm already gonna have to skip a stop in Oakley."

"That why you didn't take the time to stretch me open properly?" you ask, cheeky - testing your boundaries. You're pleasantly surprised when he just huffs a laugh, leans close to grown in your ear about how he'll never have to stretch you open again.

It's surreal following him out, ducking behind his broad frame to let him weather the stare of the would-be voyeur. John doesn't flinch so neither do you, head back to your post behind the till with the same confidence you've seen among his boys. A runt still maybe, but part of the pack now.

"Where're you off to?" John asks when he sees you slinking off in the wrong direction. You wait until the other driver disappears down the hall to unlock the register, grinning at your partner as you lift a few hundred from it.

"I know what 'some work' means," you say by way of explanation, and frown when it fails to earn any sign of chastisement.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, love," John warns instead, eyes rolling warily to the overhead security camera.

You wave him off, a loose fiver fluttering free of your fist. "Take this," you order, shoving the hills into his chest. More spill free but the ducks to collect them as you pull up the feed on the laptop behind the counter. "Retired truckers don't know much about security," you impart wisely.

"That so?" he drawls, voice rich with a humor you don't quite understand.

"Yeah, word to the wise - always have a live feed backed up to a separate, private location." to illustrate the importance of this, you cut the feed and then proceed to delete all evidence of the night's recording. It won't stop Roy, the owner, from knowing who's shift if was but it would keep John safe from all but that other driver who apparently already knew enough to keep his head down any way.

When you peel yourself away from the screen, John's eyeing you with a sort of appreciation that makes your tummy flip, a low simmer of excitement building just there, just where you feel him most when he's inside you. Infecting. Spreading. "Clever doll, you are," he praises as you step back around the counter. He hands you your loot back, now properly shuffled into a neat stack. "I'll have to remember that. Now go on out to your car and get what you need. I'll just be a minute, he says, nodding to a display of beef jerky like there's nothing of more value to him in the whole store.

It seems to take him forever deciding, but when he comes back the other trucker still hasn't left.

[dandyroo]

please do not...!

contains: aventurine, jing yuan, moze, and sampo, and the things you absolutely can not do around them. (~120 words each) slightly suggestive in jing yuan's.

aventurine

please do not read him a book. when he's made his way onto the couch like a relentless cat, his body curled cozily while his hair rests underneath your aimless hand, do not offer to interrupt the silence by sharing the story you're reading. when your soft tone reaches his ears, and your hand idly scratches at his hair, aventurine might start to cry. the moment is just so soft and sweet and simple, and so unlike anything the man has experienced thus far. yes, he'd spend any amount of his money simply to preserve this time with you a little longer. you can safely bet that this will be a recurring thing.

jing yuan

please do not help him in the garden. when the rare day off is sunny and the breeze is just right, do not find your way outside as he repots his plants. it'll all be going well, just casual domesticity and the scent of earth around you, and then all of a sudden he looks up and just-- well, if a man could ovulate, jing yuan would be the first. the way you, his darling dearest lover, look with the slightest bit of dirt smudged on your brow, the muscles in your arm tensing as you push your trowel back into the soil, the slight sweat that breaks out across your forehead--by Lan's bow, he swears he could faint.

moze

please do not hold his hand. you're sure he's comfortable with your touch, despite his mysophobic tendencies--the tender kisses he leaves behind in the early morning, the gentle tug on your elbow before you run into something, the small hand on your back as you navigate crowds all assure you of such. but on a moonlit walk through a blossoming path, if your hand brushes against his, don't take it personally when he tugs it away and can't seem to meet your eyes. it's truly a shame the way the cover of his hood and the night sky hide away his heated cheeks. he'll mumble something about needing to be able to reach his weapon, or maybe he's worried he might've touched something that would get onto your skin, and despite the myriad of other ways that his body contacts yours throughout the day, you'll simply have to take his word for it. later, his pinky will drift over, shyly intertwining with yours. his gaze will be curiously fixed on anything but you, but he'll carefully gauge your reaction and file it away. for safety purposes, of course.

sampo

please do not smirk right back at him. sampo koski makes a big deal out of talking big game. he's always self-assured, he's always suave, he's always making sure you're flustered and he's on top. so when he's on one knee, placing a charming kiss to your hand and smirking right up at you through his pretty little lashes, don't look right back down at him with a cocky smile of your own. after all, wouldn't it be a travesty if the great sampo koski was caught off guard? he might just freeze right there, his cheeky grin falling slack and his eyes going wide while for once, he loses the upper hand. and how terrible for business would that be? yes, yes, you simply must think of his business, because if you were to do that, he wouldn't be able to refuse any counteroffer you make, no matter how ridiculous it must seem. and that would simply be a travesty. right?

[shadowthesim237]

~Skims Dress~

warnings: negative body image, insecurities, crying, matt comforting reader (idk what else tell me if smth needs to be added)

(english isn't my first language!)

matt never meant to eavesdrop on your phone call with your friend, but your excitement was enough to captivate his curiosity, you were telling her about how much you wanted a new dress but didn't know which would fit you the most. and that's how he made it his new mission to get you the best one.

he wanted the dress to be perfect for you. he didn't want to get a traditional black one because you already had many. nor a simple sundress since he got you different ones through your time being together. you needed something new and different, so he payed extra attention to which colors fits you most and makes your eyes pop, what makes you shine and feel confident.

until one morning you were cuddling on your bed being lazy together, you were scrolling aimlessly through your tiktok feed, then you liked that video of one of your favorite influencers trying on the viral skims dress. it snatched her waist and made her appear taller. it didn't go unnoticed by matt of course, he thought that you'd like to try it too. so with that he knew exactly what to get.

he ordered the dress and made sure it's the correct color and size, then waited for the perfect moment to give it you.

you were sitting on the couch watching your favorite barbie movie from your childhood, and the magical dress transformation never failed to amaze you even after all those years, there was something about these beautiful transformations that made you so happy and excited like as if you're seven years old again. matt walked into the living room with a bowl of freshly made popcorn then stopped for a second taking in the way your eyes were glued on the bright screen. he knew it was his perfect timing so he quickly went to the bedroom and scavenged in the hidden spot in his side of the closet for the cute bag he kept the dress in, then walked quietly behind the couch to surprise you with it.

matt lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention. so you looked behind you to see your boyfriend standing there with a calm ambiance that he always seemed to carry with him, then he smiled, the same beautiful smile that still makes you go crazy even after all those years.

"i know you wanted a new dress, soo.." matt revealed a gift bag that was decorated with ribbons from behind his back. you stood up in surprise, how does he always know what you want and need? you threw yourself in his embrace, a quick but meaningful hug then took the bag from his hand. your excitement was to the roof until you held the dress and it looked too small in your hand for some reason.

your smile slowly faded, it must've been a mistake and matt accidentally bought the wrong size..

"it's a skims dress" he interrupted your train of thoughts. "it should stretch to fit you just right, i think it'll look gorgeous on you".

"oh..that's..thanks."

the way your face fell and kept stuttering made him internally panick, how did he mess this up? maybe you didn't like the color..but it's your favorite, maybe you already have this one? but how when he's sure you don't because he remembers every single dress you wore. then what's wrong??

matt froze in his place when he noticed the piece of fabric shaking slightly in your hand. he glanced at your face to find a tear falling down your cheek. you tried not to cry in front of him but couldn't hide it. he quickly held your hand. his hands were warm compared to yours, "I'm sorry" he didn't know what he's exactly apologizing for but the sight of you being sad when he expected the opposite filled him with regret.

"what's wrong baby, tell me" his low steady tone made you feel at ease. so you opened up to him and told him what's bothering you, he's your source of comfort afterall.

you took a deep breath so your voice doesn't come out too shaky from crying.

"the dress is so pretty matt..it really is, but i can never wear it.."

"what..but why not?"

"it's way too tight, i know it's supposed to be like that to enhance your features but..matt can't you see..it will show everything I'm trying to hide"

at this point your tears kept falling uncontrollably, you've been trying to act normal about it but couldn't. you appreciate matt's gift, you really do. but the fear of trying it on was blinding you. what if he got disappointed from the way you'd look in it?

you've been struggling with many insecurities growing up, you did a very good job hiding it from the others but never from yourself. never once felt comfortable in your own body which hurts so bad. it's not fair, seeing other girls wearing everything they want and eating whatever they like when you couldn't even finish a meal without feeling a lingering guilt build in you.

"no baby don't do that, don't be harsh on yourself you don't deserve it" matt started to gently rub your back to make you relax, he somehow managed to turn the atmosphere surrounding you two from charged to steady. it made you calm down a bit, but the dress in your grip didn't let you forget.

he guided you to your shared bedroom to try it on, you kept complaining but he wasn't taking any of it. minutes passed and you were still inside, he didn't have patience to see you so he raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated for a second, he didn't want to pressure you. so he waited.

the creak of the door made his heart flutter, he's finally getting to see your final look. it then swinged open revealing you. he unconsciously stood up from his seat. taking in the way you looked absolutely breathtaking. he has to make you see it too.

you didn't leave the doorway, too anxious to move. so matt walked to you and took both of your hands in his, he raised them and kissed your knuckles.

"you look perfect" his voice was low almost like a whisper only for you to hear, but a part of you didn't believe him still, you never trusted people's compliments anyway.

"no i don't..look at my stomach, it's so big to remind me how weak i am for never sticking to my diet, my hips look horrible and don't even get me started on my legs"

matt hushed you and walked you slowly towards the bed to make you sit on it then sat on his knees in front of you, never leaving your hand or breaking eye contact.

"listen to me angel, i never understood why the prince chose cinderella when he had all those princesses dying to dance with him until i met you, the only difference between you and her is that you don't need a magical dress or a pair of glass slippers to be pretty, you do it everyday effortlessly by simply being yourself" he leaned into you and planted a soft kiss on your hip, "you look like a goddess in my eyes and nothing will ever change that, trust me please"

you stayed silent for a moment, taking in his words, trying to see what he's looking at, he'd never lie to you why would he. his lips brushed against yours, so delicate and meaningful. you easily melted in matt's touch. "i love you so much" those last words felt like the cold wind breeze that you needed to finally relax and feel safe again. you trusted him with your life, so maybe he's right, you are beautiful.

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a/n: if you found yourself relating to this then pleease know that you're pretty, i genuinely believe that everyone is beautiful in their own way, the word "ugly" doesn't exist in my dictionary cause look at the world around you, it's so beautiful and you're a part of it! so remember to love yourself you truly deserve it <3

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[dandelion-roots]

[Image description: a digital drawing of sklonda and pok gukgak from fantasy high, two goblins with shoulder length straight hair and short curly hair, respectively. they're touching foreheads and embracing, both of sklonda's hands in pok's hair, while one of pok's hands is moving sklonda's bangs off her foreheads and the other is clutching at her waist. we only see sklonda's face and the look of silent grief on it. in the background on pok's half is a stylized dragon's mouth with teeth digging into his shoulder, and on sklonda's side are sheets of paper. over the background on the left is text that reads, it's okay, and then on the right side in brackets it says, (it'll be ok). End image description]

[spittingspite]

I'm still shaking I can't believe this I just can't believe it. God after all these years. I've been watching people's reactions on YouTube for at least an hour I'm so jealous of everyone who got to see the reveal live on stream. I cannot believe my eyes I keep expecting to wake up because this is a dream come true for me. I've told just about everyone I know. Everyone who definitely does not give a shit. And it's not enough it's not enough I need to tell the whole world about it I need one million videos of people whose reaction to the trailer is just screams. God I have stuff to do but all I want is to go home right now and play okami I want to watch one thousand streamers and let's players play okami I need an okami drug injected directly into my bloodstream no one will ever know how much this means to me I'm sick I'm hysterical I'm going to dig to the centre of the earth I will never be normal again knowing a sequel for okami is in the works

[katierosefun]

modern family is all fun and games until you get to the scenes where you burst into tears because the once-vaguely homophobic dad now refers to his son's husband as family, and also the academically gifted daughter realizes that her dorky, clumsy dad was always really proud of her and just never surprised because he just assumed she could do anything, and also the eldest daughter who eloped comes crawling back to her parents' room and whispers that she still wants her parents to be present for her wedding, and also the anxious queer lawyer character admits that he was terrified that his husband would just leave him alone with their baby daughter, and also that the once-vaguely grouchy dad looks at his stepson and tells him that what makes a family is who sticks around, not who you're blood-related to and anyways what was i saying

[xxplastic-cubexx]

My god..... The way you draw Charles has me drooling all over the place...ALWAYS KICKING MY FEET AND TWILING MY HAIR WHENEVER YOU POST CHARLES OR ERIK ON HERE

HEHEHE thank you so much !!!! i can only try to capture the beauty of these lads to the best of my abilities, so im glad it seems like ive been doing a fine job so far :]] !!

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I know in the grand scheme of things that this is by no means a lot, but it doesn't stop me from being FLOORED by the reception of my Rayllum Month stuff?!?! Like these PROPORTIONS are NUTS to me and I'm just over here in my bedroom sobbing my eyes out that my stuff (apparently) resonates with people the way I really want it to.

(^ the proportions in question)

Like, out of 895 people, and SO FAST (6 days, as of my posting this), 15 subscribed and I've got 79 kudos?! And 16 bookmarks?! AND 17 PEOPLE CARED ENOUGH TO COMMENT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm an emotional mess you guys and ik it's not a lot but it means EVERYTHING to me that people like my writing and I just CAN'T-

[aiscapades]

shit's so fucked my mom whom i never talk to is checking up on me. bro where was this energy my entire life lmao

[lureofthegallowsgame]

missing lotg (and Leo<3), I hope everything is okay with you!!!

Hello! It’s always missing LOTG hours, isn’t it 😔

I’m doing okay! I’m very busy though. My new job, which I started in February, is absolutely incredible. I love what I do now and it’s going to be a great career, but I’m still very new and the schedule is hectic. It’s also very draining! The hours are very long and I don’t have much time to myself. I miss writing so much, and I miss the community even more, but I can’t promise a game update anytime soon.

That being said, I’m always thinking about TLOTG even if I can’t write much for it right now. It’s not a dead project! It’s just hibernating. Anyone that has been around for a while knows that I’m in for the long haul and updates aren’t often. I love the little check-ins you guys send me, it’s so relieving to see that people love this project as much as I do even with so little content at the moment.

So thank you all, it’s nice to chat! Asks are always welcome, I read and appreciate them all. ❤

[seaofreverie]

First day back at the university and I still suck at this exactly as much as I did 4 years ago

[alwaysoc]

[doctor-disc0]

I have vocal cord dysfunction. I look up vocal cord dysfunction exercises because I can't breathe. All of them start with something like "breathe in your through your nose" and I'm like bruh

[vanadisvalentine]

6000 words into my second ever smut fic and they haven't even kissed yet oooooh yeah this is gonna be a long one