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*Angrily looks around* ok so we're not writing more werewolf Valeria???? Fucking fine I'll do it myself

En Sus Marcus Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: Valeria hunts you through the woods, fucks the shit out of you. Congratulations you won and you're her pet housewife now <3

2nd person omniscient, black reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, no actual smut in this chapter but still sexy as fuck, kinda dubcon, but reader's DEF into it, bimbo reader, reader's dumb as shit y'all. That being said I could see myself doing similar, dom Valeria, sub reader, predator/prey dynamic, fucky and inaccurate Spanish (corrections greatly appreciated)

This is self indulgent trash and I the humble outdoor cat feasting on the week old chicken wings inside it.

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It was stupid to be out in the forest this late, you knew how stupid it was to be in the forest this late.

You were exhausted. Your boss had worked you to the bone for the last three fucking years and still had the nerve to complain when you used your pto for a single week off to enjoy Halloween—your least busy week of the year—by yourself in a cozy little cabin in the woods.

But you were also stupid. So stupid. And so scared. Your first day in you nearly gave yourself carbon monoxide poisoning when you forgot to open the fireplace hatch. Your second day, you'd left the gas on for an hour and set the smoke alarm off for the second time in three days, and now, your third day in, you saw what looked like a limping dog outside, in the pitch black darkness and your dumbass decided to follow it?

You were cursing yourself out the entire time. Horror movie rule number one was without fail, the black guy dies first. And here you were waltzing into the woods after a random animal that you full well could've hallucinated.

But you didn't. You know you didn't. And while that dog was huge, if it was willing to come that close to the house it had to have been someone's pet. Even if it was a wolf dog or something it was obvious it had been abandoned. You weren't a vet, but it seemed way too alert and aware of how you stood by the door. You'd seen YouTube videos of how animals with rabies acted. They were haunting, but the dog didn't move like that. Aside from a slight limp its head still darted in your direction when it spotted you peeking out the giant glass door into the backyard. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth when it heard you call after it for godsake.

You couldn't explain why or how, and you hoped it wouldn't attack you because explaining why you left the house to medical professionals would make you feel like the biggest wet noodle known to man, but it looked like it wanted you to come closer. So you did.

You walked towards it slowly, making sure to avoid eye contact and making yourself look too big or too small, trying to remember the "if it's black fight back, if it's brown get down" rule and whether or not that only applied to bears. You managed to close enough distance between the two of you that you could shine your phone's weak flashlight on the creature to check if there was any blood on it.

Thankfully there wasn't, not so thankfully it got up, and calmly walked further into the woods, turning its head back every few steps to stare at you pathetically.

At this point, maybe if you hadn't finished half a bottle of pink moscato, you would've recognized that it was probably just politely asking you to back off. In the way an animal does when it does not want to fight. But sadly, you had. And the wolf wasn't staring at you like it was trying to avoid a fight, It was staring at you like how dogs stare at people in those probably faked rescue videos where they lead the cameraman to a den full of newborn puppies.

You didn't know what was wrong with this animal but you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you didn't make sure. And you didn't know that there were multiple hotlines in the area you could call instead of risking both of your lives.

It kept looking back at you, tail flat between its legs, ears pinned back, what could only be considered a giant dopey looking smile on its face as you trailed behind it for long enough that your feet started to hurt despite the hiking boots you'd thrown on before leaving the house.

You were freezing sadly because it was the sole practical element of your outfit.

You were in a lacy pink silk nightie that stopped just at your thigh. Thick brown thighs jiggling a little with each step. If you'd bent over, the wolf could've gotten a nice and pleasant view of your pussy peaking out from underneath the fabric cause you never went to bed with panties on. You could've run to pick some up but you didn't want to chance that the animal would be gone by the time you got back with no proof of if it even existed.

Your phone battery was low. Not dangerously so, but enough that it made you really stupid for going out without your little pink portable charger.

But it was such a stupid spontaneous decision. One you'd spend the rest of your life paying for.

You froze when the wolf darted out of sight suddenly. So fast you didn't have time to point your light towards the direction it ran, it was gone before your eyes had caught up to your ears and processed the rustling of leaves trailing off into the distance.

And now you were painfully aware of the fact that you were alone in the woods. And you had no idea how far you'd gone off the path. And that even if it had stayed, the injured animal probably couldn't offer you much help against a bear, or worse, a man with a gun.

You started shivering, the crisp fall air was delightful in the early mornings, but the sun set at 5pm that day and it was in the high forties now. You weren't even wearing a little sweater to keep your arms warm.

Valeria noticed.

She hadn't actually been injured. She wasn't even limping believe it or not, you just weren't wearing your glasses and couldn't tell that she was walking normally. Let alone that she was much much bigger than a wolf dog.

You smelled divine with your pumpkin spice body oil and the cheap wine clinging to your lips.

Valeria was here for fun too. She owned these woods. And everything in them. She was stunned that you hadn't noticed how deadly silent your romantic evening walk had been. There were so many signs this was a trap.

It wasn't at first, of course. She rented the cabin out. She liked to see who stayed in her home away from home when she wasn't there. What they smelled like. Tasted like. If they looked fun to hunt. But then there you were. Standing outside in your pretty pink dress, her favorite color glowing against your skin and making you look like a goddess underneath the light of the moon. Normally she'd have left you alone. She'd always had a soft spot for pretty girls. But you looked and smelled so divine she just had to get closer. And closer. And closer.

She realized you'd spotted her the moment she realized you were her mate.

She could've shat herself she was so scared. The elation from finding her mate and complete dread at the fact that you were so gullible consumed her with every step you took further into the forest.

She'd have to teach you a lesson.

With all the spoiling she was gonna do to you, you'd probably get bratty. She'd have to teach you many more. She wasn't complaining.

But for now, you needed to learn why you don't follow strange animals into the woods.

And you needed to learn that you were hers. Quickly.

You looked around erratically. On the verge of tears. She could hear your little heartbeat racing.

That's when she decided to shift back.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" She nearly convinced herself she meant it.

You jolted around and immediately started bawling. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing you to her bare chest.

"Hey, it's alright. Can you tell me what happened, princesa?

You nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've just been so stressed at work and there was this dog—I think it was a wolf dog, and she's hurt and she's definitely someone's pet and she looked like she was leading me to her puppies and I got worried cause if she was willing to lead me there, that means she'd be willing to lead someone dangerous there, so I followed her and we went too deep into the woods and I'm on vacation, I don't know these woods, I'm from L.A.!"

She nodded along, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Pobrecita. You just need someone to protect you, huh?"

You froze. Suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that your head was pressed directly into the bare tits of another woman. You were far from displeased and it wasn't the first time, but still, why in the flying fuck would there be a woman in the woods even more naked than you were?

"Um, ma'am, why are you naked?"

She tossed her head back laughing.

"Ay, que rico, la niña que no lleva nada más que su lencería quiere saber por qué estoy desnuda."

You were kicking yourself mentally at the fact that you hadn't been more serious about learning Spanish all these years. That little green owl was going to kill you if this weird ass woman didn't do the job for him.

"I'm sorry?" Was all you said instead, trying to make your way out of her embrace.

It didn't work. She did let you wiggle around enough that you could crane your neck to look up at her, however, and by god were you grateful. Big pretty brown eyes, hair the perfect length to tug on while she ate you out, an aquiline nose. And the most beautiful, wolfish smile you could ever imagine.

She was the kind of woman that'd make you leave a room just to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of her.

You immediately felt guilty for sexualizing her despite the fact that she was naked and had pressed your face into her tits two seconds ago.

"Shit, you're not doing so hot either, huh? Do you wanna go back to where I'm staying and get some hot chocolate, maybe a shower? Alone! Of course! I can call anyone if you need help too! Oh wait I forgot I had my phone! I can just call the sheriff or something—" she grabbed your phone out of your hands and threw it off into the woods.

You were silent for an embarrassingly long time.

"What the fuck dude." You said it so quietly and calmly Valeria couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll remember where it went in the morning."

You tried with a lot more fervor to put yourself far out of arms reach from the woman, failing every time. She didn't even have to exert a large amount of strength to pin you to her. You didn't let it stop you, but you knew, you wouldn't be moving unless she let you.

She let her long, sharp—sharper than they should be, you had a fresh set of stilettos, they were not that sharp—nails graze your skin just slightly. A warning. You weren't dumb enough to miss that.

"Stop. Moving." Something was wrong. She growled at you. You'd been growled at before in bed by exes, they didn't sound like that. She sounded like she was barely able to form the words. Like she was twisting her vocal cords around to make sense of the random sounds and syncopations that just so happened to make your little pussy drool.

"Here's what's going to happen, princesa. I'm going to give you..." she leaned in to sniff at your bonnet, shivering and pressing her mouth to your forehead, letting out a moan as her hand snaked down your waist to rub at your ass, just above where your nightgown had already ridden up more than dangerously high. "Ten seconds."

"...Ten seconds to what?"

You could feel her grin grow unnaturally wide against you.

"To run."

This time you shivered. This poor woman was crazy and in need of help and here you were getting off to her delusions. What a creep.

"And then when I catch you, I'm going to breed that wet little pussy. I'm going to take you home. And I'm going to fill you up some more, sólo para asegurarme de que funciona."

You were having a hard time breathing. Her voice was so low and even. Her fingers danced at the hem of your dress and as awful as it was you didn't even want to run. You wanted her to snake her fingers just a bit lower and breed you here. You needed her fingers, her cock, her mouth, whatever she'd give you. You could feel your own cum pooling down your thighs which had literally never happened to you before. She was causing chemical reactions in your body you weren't sure had been previously seen within the human race.

She huffed, smiling a bit.

"Oh! Someone's excited."

You whimpered a bit, at the sensation of her claws digging into the fat of your ass.

"Let's get something straight, princesa. If you don't run properly," she pressed you even closer to her, "if you don't make the chase fun," she trailed her nose down the side of your face, pressing you impossibly close. Her grip so tight it was starting to actually hurt, "then I'll kill you."

You laughed a little bit, or tried to. Wheezed would be more accurate.

"Oh, I'm not kidding. Tengo que demostrar que serás una buena compañera, nena. Que te aseguraras de que tus hijas sean fuertes."

Valeria was of course, lying. But you didn't know that. You didn't know that she'd make sure your kids would grow up nice and strong and much much smarter than their ditsy mother was the day they first met.

"You ready, coñejita?" Her grip loosened slightly, and you immediately took your chance to bite her on the neck. Hard. Hoping she'd let go completely and you'd be able to run back to your cabin and use the ancient house phone before she cut the lines or something.

She didn't though, she just frowned. But you could see the edges of her lips fighting to twitch up into her normal Cheshire grin.

"I didn't say it was time to start running, coñejita."

She grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to the side, trailing her sharp teeth down your neck. You felt like they were cutting skin but her hot breath soothed the ache the second it started.

"En su marca."

She grabbed your ass so hard you could feel the chill night air on your dripping cunt.

"Lista."

She pressed a kiss to your neck with a gentleness you wouldn't have guessed she'd be capable of.

"Fuera."

You knew what it meant but she still didn't let go. She wanted you to feel it through your body when the chase had really begun.

She whispered into you ear, teasingly. Joyfully. An excited impatience emanating from her voice.

"Run."

[ashipikaur]

HARUGUMI 🌸 ashi style!

haru / natsu / aki / fuyu

[bazeeble]

how do you guys interpret player in block tales especially as of demo 4. mostly wondering cuz i see a lotta people going around talking about how theyre completely apathetic after demo 3 because they killed their emotions and whatnot and personally????i dont think theyre completely numb to everything now. they didnt kill their ability to feel, they just "killed" their feelings of greed, solitude, and fear. not including hatred because it was described as "tamed" rather than collapsed, so we can assume its still there.

essentially i do believe theyre able to feel emotions, but maybe they feel particularly numb in situations where theyre supposed to be fearful? clearly they dont feel greed anymore because as shown in demo 4, they were given wishes for ANYTHING and they asked for things relating to other people and a bottle and a shovel so i mean.... yeah man!!!!!! i dont have much to say about solitude but if anyone else does feel free.

but yeah like. all the emotions they really lost were negative ones so it wouldnt make sense for them to be like yeah bro idgaf about anyone anymore!!!!!!!!! just without such emotions acting as obstacles in their mission, its harder for them to get side-tracked. their greed wont lead them off track, their solitude wont stunt them because they wont miss their loved ones, and their fear wont be a blockade between them and the swords. if anything losing those emotions put them on a clearer path, so for them to put everything aside to get the firebrand sorta makes sense????

a lot of this is just my interpretation and i could be spouting absolute nonsense but i need to hear everyone else's ideas!!!!!!! i feel like player definitely has had some mental changes but its kinda hard to explain soooo hi guys!!!!!!! heyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!speak to me

[tomatoart]

985 LOVE

[mamawasatesttube]

ok allowing myself one more petty ass post. but i actually need white people to start critically reading posts and not just shutting down their brains because the op claims they are a poc and anyone who criticizes them ever is racist so they must be right! reblog!

like. im sorry but there are people of color in this world who are anywhere from just fucking stupid to actively malicious, and they are also capable of using big words like "neocolonialism" or "gentrification" but that doesn't mean they are using those words correctly. for example, if someone (poc or not!) is out there claiming an individual actor is capable of neocolonialism, that's a big ol red flag that they don't know what they're talking about! because "neocolonialism" is a term that specifically describes the actions of governments exerting pressure on other governments, usually economic, without direct military intervention. it is a specific word with a specific meaning.

in my opinion, throwing words related to colonialism, social justice, racism, etc., around without actual regard for their meaning, is a great way to actively hamper efforts to discuss the actual concepts in question; just because someone is using these words does not mean they are doing so effectively or in good faith.

moreover, in my opinion, it is actively forcing people of color to put in more effort than white people if white people do not want to bother thinking critically about the words they are willing to share. must we be the ones to vet every single post? why are you guys not able to recognize when a given post (even if the op is a poc) is antiblack or misogynistic or homophobic, if it uses Social Justice Language™? is it some kind of white guilt thing? performative sharing of posts that SEEM like they know what theyre talking about but are actually just #woke word salad, is not helpful to anyone. please learn to read critically.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

oh jason grace they could never make me hate you

[varyingobsession]

gay little fish

some old doodles and some new ones, fuck it we ball

[sage-lights]

i just watched the tiktok ban go live in real time what is life

[banditblvd]

I finished my current sketchbook last night and wanted to post some of my favorite doodles in there :-)

there's so so many more in there that I didn't take photos if so I'm probably gonna post a bunch in phases

so I guess sketchbook reveal 1/?

[marlynnofmany]

Has Tumblr been loading realllly slowly for other people? And logging you out a lot? For like, a week or two now? I don't want to be concerned, but I am concerned.

[neutron-stars-collision]

Petition for L*kolas to stay away from the main Polin tag and the Luke/Nic ones?

Not all of us all delulu to that level.

[dakusan]

‼️S C R O L L   Q U I E T L Y   O R   G E T   B L O C K E D   L O U D L Y .

real. fuckin. talk.

somebody sent me an ask like “can I get into your DMs?” and I was like, cool, lemme check—

SIXTEEN.

six. teen. writing smut. tagging smut. broadcasting it like a bat signal to every creep in a ten-mile radius. your profile damn near screamed “please ruin my future!”

and here’s the thing: I’m not here to lie to myself or you. we’ve all done dumb shit on the internet. you think I wasn’t reading NSFW fics at 15 like I was auditioning for hell? please. I was deep in that forbidden fruit fanfic pipeline.

but that was then. now? I’m grown. I got bills. pay taxes. my skincare routine costs more than your weekly lunch money.

I AM NOT SIXTEEN ANYMORE. so I don’t play sixteen-year-old games.

yes, I post SFW sometimes. yes, I have sweet little moments, fluff, banter, warmth. but this blog? it runs on filth. intensity. manipulation kink. degradation kink. dom/sub brain chemistry. emotional violence. teeth marks and bruises. this is a fucking inferno, not a starter pack. you see DNI / 18+ / MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT you scroll. you vanish. you read quietly in your shadow corner and say NOTHING.

what you don’t do is slide into my inbox like this is a fuckin dating sim. you don’t flirt. you don’t RP. you don’t send confessions about what my NSFW content made you think or feel when you’re out here with “16 🧚🏻‍♀️ she/her” in your goddamn bio.

that shit is reckless. stupid. and dangerous. not just for you—but for ME. and every other adult creator out here trying to do this responsibly.

HERE’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE A MINOR POSTING SMUT PUBLICLY:

❌ You get blocked. Fast. No explanation. No apology. ❌ You put a target on your back for predators who love when you make their job easy. ❌ You risk getting your account nuked. And guess what? No one’s gonna fight for you. ❌ You put adult creators at legal risk—because YOU crossed the line. ❌ You break the one thing that keeps this whole messy fandom space functioning: trust.

and nah. I’m not your mom. I’m not your mentor. I’m not your moderator. but I will drag the line of salt around my content and protect it with claws.

if you’re here for fluff? fine. you wanna lurk? sure. but do not EVER think you get to step into my DMs, send NSFW asks, or breathe near my explicit content and think you’re untouchable.

you are not grown. you are not exempt. and I will not catch a case because you can’t shut the fuck up about your age.

yes, I wrote smut too when I was underage. and now? I look back and CRINGE. but I survived that phase quietly. I didn’t slap my age on my chest like a neon sign and go knocking on adult creators’ doors. so if you’re gonna read it anyway? do it in silence. don't you dare announce it. don’t you dare try to engage with me like you’re one of us. because you’re not.

18+ means 18+. not “emotionally mature.” not “I swear I’m responsible.” not “but I’ve been through things.” I don’t care. you cross that line, you get burned.

LET ME BE CLEAR, ONE LAST TIME:

I’m not your friend. I’m not your safe space. I am not here to be pulled into your reckless online habits.

I am here to write. to create. interact with adults. and to keep my circle clean, sharp, and safe. you threaten that? you’re gone.

stay in your lane. stay off my NSFW. stay out of my DMs. stay silent if you’re not grown.

and if you still don’t get it?

I hope the block button smacks some sense into you.

love & bloodspatter, Daku 🦇💋

p.s. will be answering some asks today before dropping today Sunday Softdrop bcz it's staring at me from my drafts like “let me out u bitch”

[vultursvolans]

holy shit tumblr is extra buggy today

[faineantgrl]

(This analysis post is not the same level as my other stuff. I just needed to yell this to the world)

I know talking about this is potentially hitting the hornets nest because I think half of the poppy playtime fandom refuses to engage with poppy playtime as a story with Themes and is just another "here's cool mascot villian to play with" game. But there has to be at least one other person who Understands so I gotta post about it.

I love Harley Sawyer as a character so much because of the fact that he's irredeemably awful.

Warning for discussions of everything that happens in poppy playtime, without tip-toeing around the truth. If you are going to be upset because I talk about how bad Sawyer is because you want to fuck him this is your warning to scroll past.

Harley sawyer is one of the biggest manifestations of how children are objectified, dehumanized, and used as tools from our larger society. If you cannot accept this, you fundamentally do not understand poppy playtime.

I want to note something: in my opinion, chapter 1 was more so a prologue and tutorial. It introduces you to the basic idea of poppy playtime as a story, shows how the game works overall, and what kind of puzzles to generally expect. It's basically a demo. Chapter 2 feels like the real chapter 1. I will still be referring to them in order, but it may make the rest of this make sense. I also feel that poppy playtime was meant to be played all at once, or in any other timely manner, which is important to note for the rest of this too.

Here's what you must know: poppy playtime intentionally tricks the player into assuming that it is a, albeit high quality, cash-grab mascot horror game. Chapter 3 is when it intentionally lets the mask slip. Up until this point, it has been implied all the experiments are adults (or at least implied to be). Poppy is the only one who could maybe be a child. But it is laid out clear as day that most of the monsters you face are the twisted form of children in chapter 3. You aren't allowed to dwell on that, however. Again, it's still in line with the tropes of mascot horror.

Chapter 4 is when the game not only rips off the mask, but forces you to look it in its face. This whole time you are not allowed to forget that all these "monsters" are not truly gone from who they used to be. In fact, they're all fully aware of what's happened to them. They're starving, traumatized children left to die.

The game also makes it explicitly clear that these kids were also enslaved. The toy company used child slavery, infact, seemed to rely on it mostly.

And it's entirely harley's fault.

I'm going to be clear: I think Harley is meant to be a critique on the trope made by William afton. The "oh, here's a horrible murderer who destroyed many lives, but you must understand, his past was tragic!"

William afton was ultimately rewarded by the narrative. He did achieve some form of immortality. His company lives on forever. He gets to have several recurring motifs TO him appear again and again. He goes to hell, but the story uses one of its few instances of in-game dialogue (at the time) to tell you that this is a Bad Thing, that the one you should not have killed should stop.

Harley sawyer's transference is treated as the reduction it truly is. He does not gain new abilities that he didn't used before. He is dehumanized and used by the very company that let him have a power trip on toddlers.

There is a reason his ending is so anticlimactic in hindsight: the very story itself is punishing Harley Saywer. He gets no happy endings. His name is not remembered as a whole. None of his motifs are solely his. The story itself seems apprehensive to even give Harley sawyer the light of day, and tries its damn hardest to show how pathetic this child abuser is. Oh, you got kicked out of a genius program as a kid? Boo. Hoo.

Harley sawyer stripped these children of their identity, their future achievements, so the game rips him of his.

He. Achieved. Nothing.

[warmsol]

looove playing the sims 4. love that half the time when i load my game all the pop ups don’t properly close and my screen freezes <3 ugh loves it. so fun

[saviourkingslut]

insane to me that people will still do character analysis of 3h characters and then say dimitri's representing the "extreme of tradition" or some shit (when edelgard is the extreme of progress or whatever) like do y'all ever use ur brain to look at and engage with the actual canon material without picking bits selectively or wilfully misinterpreting lines and events so that your argument seems substantiated or are you completely without integrity whatsoever. 'analysis' my fucking ass.