#tw hardcore simping

[c0smicst4rdust]

Francis Mosses (Milkman) X Fem reader

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TW!: Oral sex, cheating (slightly mentioned), minimal aggression/hardcore, use of y/n, dom partner, cum play, wall sex.

Word count: 1,221k

this took over a week enjoy😭

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“Can this job get anymore boring”. I think to myself as someone walks in. I sit up straight and look to find out who's there, it's Mia and something seems off about her appearance, but I can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

“I need your entry request and id, you're not on today's list”. She seemed to be zoned out on something behind me. “Excuse me, Ma’am” I say in a deep nasty tone, she looks at me blankly and I say “Sorry, that was so unprofessional of me. I'm tired, May i have your id and entry request”

. She keeps the same expression and hands me the stuff out of her purse without opening her mouth. And there it was, a typo and past expiration date right on her id. I lock the door without hesitating and call the D.D.D… “Protocol Completed”.

I sit back in my chair and feel a little vibration on my butt. It was my phone ringing from a text notification from my boyfriend. “Y/n where are you?”. The text seemed bolder than the rest and I feel as if I can almost hear him right next to me.

Another person walks in, i didn't even need to think twice that sexy walk and hot body told you all you needed to know. It was Francis of course, the sexy milkman everyone was simping over. I can't blame them, the man is perfect.

He walks up to me with 8 jugs of milk in his right hand, his left already handing me an id “Hello, Francis.” I admire his face right in front of me. “Hello Darling '' he says, shooting me a wink. I feel my heart drop and try to keep my jaw from hitting the desk. He could tell I was surprised, he then said “ Sorry, I didn't mean to make you shy, princess”. He said unbuttoning the first button on his shirt staring deeply at me with those hot tired brown eyes.

I literally couldn't speak. I didn't know what to reply to that. “Let me in, you wont regret it.” Without blinking I opened the door. “Good girl” he says as he walks out of my view. Why did I let him go like that? I feel so stup- my thoughts are interrupted by the office door swinging open. And there Francis was again leaning on the door frame.

He walks over to me and lifts my chin so my eyes meet his “be careful who you let it in '' he says before lifting me and pinning me to the wall. I then feel my heart racing, feeling as if it'll pop straight out of my chest. I then say “what are you doing to me”

I wasn't trying to get out of his grasp. I just struggled to find out why the hell this hot man has me pinned. “I'm going to make you cum” he says, kissing my neck up to my cheek and back down to my neck again. I couldnt believe what he just said, he wants to fuck me? No, I must have fallen asleep.

I feel my shirt get ripped off of me then I see it fly to the floor. Staring at my titties he starts unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his boxers, a large king size erect dick dripping with precum is there waiting for something good to happen. “Get on your knees fruit cup” Francis then says and without a second thought i was on my knees jerking him slow but tight.

Small groans are mumbled out of his mouth as he slowly spits out “Good… girl-” I then put the tip of his 11 inch cock in my mouth licking his slit as I play with his balls. He throws his head back and moans as I put it deeper in my mouth.

A thick line of cum then squirts out his throbbing tip “FUCK” he moans out of breath. I then get up, unbutton his shirt and take it off of him and pull him to the office chair. I sat down as he kneeled down in front of me lifting my legs above his shoulders. He chuckles at the sight of my wet panties and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb.

He lifts my ass off the chair to take my panties off. He puts two fingers in my hole slowly but hard, I then try and pull back biting my lip as he starts licking away at my pussy. “You’re not going anywhere my love. Sit back and enjoy yourself” he starts back at my clit as i start moaning. I'm losing my virginity to what seems to be a monster right now. What will my boyfriend think about this if he found out? What if he gets me pregnant? It's ok though, at least he's hot.

He starts speeding up and it forces me to roll my eyes to the back of my head and moan louder. “Baby. P-please stop.'' I beg softly. He chuckles and mumbles “why” as he continues to flick his tongue on my clit. “Daddy. Really stop, I'm about to cum… FUCK” i scream “babe i really cant take it any longer”

He ignores me and goes faster. I then start squirting all over his face. “BABY STOP I CAN'T-” “Ok, just because I'm ready to put it in”. He licked it one more time then kissed it and I stood up fast. I saw his face covered in my juices, he licked his lips while staring deeply at me “you taste very good babe”. “Mm yea i try to keep it that way”

I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. “Are you really Francis or am I just fucking a fraud?”. “Come on baby does it matter, we've come so far, and so much” he said with a big grin. Then slams me into the wall and positions his dick into my pussy. He then fucks me so hard it felt like my pussy was going to explode. He groaned deep but loud, as i was trying not to scream and push. “Fuck daddy harder”. “Oh you like that? Let's get this done with, I need sleep to work again in the morning.”.

He then speeds up a couple seconds later at inhuman speeds and it forces me to scream “FRANCIS BABY PLEASE DON'T STOP I NEED YOU TO CUM I DONT EVEN CARE IF YOU GET ME PREGNANT”. “Oh baby trust me I'm not stopping ‘till you're filled to the brim in my cum”.

A few seconds later another load comes out fast in me and on my stomach and titties as I wipe my tears away. he put me down and we start getting dressed. "you never answered my question, are you Francis Mosses or a doppelgangger?". he hands me a note with his personal cell number and says "I hope this answers all your questions. come to my place after work tommorow and we'll go again" he give me a kiss and walks out the door winking.

What the actual fuck just happened? I check my phone and to 10 missed calls and 17 unread messages from me boyfriend. i might end this relationship for my new sexy milkman.

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 17 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 17 2024 or Week 225, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 17 2024:

Dating Steve Rogers/Captain America Would Include… (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-a-hardcore-simp-who-writes 💚

Corruption inside of SHIELD (Steve Rogers X Reader)(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚💙

Need A Hand? - 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @amathslutsguidetofandom 💚

On the Edge chapter 3 (Brock Rumlow X Reader)( by @tikus-library 💚

Did I step on your moment? (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

Not A Love Song (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💙

We can’t be friends (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dameronology 💙

CA: TWS Anniversary Ficlets (Day 2) (Steve Rogers) by @voylitscope 💙

Hello (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚

March 27 (Steve Rogers) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place 💙

Love you too, Sugar (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @bugsmunched 💚

Hawkeye part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @swan-of-sunrise 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme 💚

Stupid Bet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @multiversefanfics 💚

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkserenity24 ❤️🖤

Hummingbird - Part 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @thezombieprostitute ❤️

The Gemini part 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚

Before The First Light (Steve Rogers) by @able-knit-sweater 💙

Only Mine part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @huffelpuff210 ❤️🖤

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️🖤

The Hope of a Free World: The Prologue (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💙

You’re stuck with me part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @your-eternal-lies 💚

The bolter part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @endless-ineffabilities 💙

There for you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ashdreams2023 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme 💚

Only Mine part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @huffelpuff210 ❤️🖤

The bolter part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @endless-ineffabilities 💙

Wonderstruck chapter 15 (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚

Family Doesn’t Mean Blood (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @queen-of-the-avengers 💚

Hero's welcome (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @labella420 ❤️

Fic (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @sagechanoafter🖤💚

If You Loved Me You’d Share Her (Stucky X Reader) by @sophieshyacinthgarden ❤️

You’re stuck with me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @your-eternal-lies 💚

Only Mine part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @huffelpuff210 ❤️🖤

The bolter part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader)( by @endless-ineffabilities 💙

[bubblespalace]

My Original Character in Diabolik Lovers//💋🤍🕊️

TW// mentions of not having enough food or rest.

🩸Name: Bella Wayland

🥀Race: Nephilm: Half angel, Half human.

🕊️Age:19

🌬️Appearance: Bella has super long, curly black hair. She's always super pale and thin because she doesn't have time to eat. She wears a black dress, fit for battle and is always carrying knifes and daggers on her that are marked with runes to help her kill demons. She's tall, 5'9, which makes her intimidating. She has golden eyes, that shine in the light. Strong Italian accent, and speaks Italian and English.

🖤Personality: Calm, Intelligent, Powerful, Cocky, Flirty, Focused, and Caring all at once. She really is good at matching other people's energy. She's an ambivert. She's very closed off around people and doesn't trust easily.

🤍What she calls the diaboys: Shu-Golden Boy/Shoe, Reiji-Four Eyes/Smartie, Ayato-Christmas Eve, Kanato-Puppeteer/Kid, Laito-Christmas, Subaru-Car/Emo

🌹About/Backround: Bella was raised in the beautiful city of Idris until the Circle attacked the Nephilms leaders, The Clave. Her parents died in the battle and she was taken in by a man, who started her harsh training her when she was only two years old. However, her father was a bad man, he was the Leader of The Circle, Valentine Morganstern. She changed her last name to Wayland to separate herself from him.

-Bella and John, her mentor, moved to Milan. She lives in the Milan Institute for Shadowhunters when she is not battling demons. She is one of the strongest Shadowhunters to exist, due to the fact that she has extra angel blood.

-Due to this, she is severely overworked by The Clave. She is used to only getting a meal a week and not getting a lot of sleep. She doesn't know what a lot of things for leisure are, like movies and TV shows. But she knows music because she has had to go to an opera undercover more than once.

-She's been fighting almost all her life. She's very hardcore and doesn't really even know the definition of the word "relax".

-Because she has strong angel blood, her blood is some of the best tasting on Earth. It can also give vampires special abilities, like being able to use runes. It can also enhance the abilities they already have. That's why she is weary of vampires. She doesn't want them to drink her blood and go power-crazy.

-Men fall for her left and right because of her mysterious ways. She's used to having to deal with simps.

💌How she met The Sakamaki Brothers.

-Bella was on a mission in Japan, trying to kill a wanted demon, when she stumbled onto their property accidentally. She ran into Kanato, who smelt her blood quickly and knew just what she was.

"Ah, Teddy? Do you smell how sweet her blood is? I'm quite tempted to take a bite... But then I would ruin her porcelain skin... Fufu... What a shame, I might just have to drain you first, then make you into my new doll."

-It was then that Bella realized he was a vampire. Bella fought Kanato off well until Subaru walked out of his rose garden to see what all the yelling was about.

"Tch, found a new prey, haven't you Kanato-kun? She looks like a Nephilim... She better taste good."

-Bella was malnourished at the time. She may have been strong enough to fight Kanato, but Subaru knocked her out in 30 seconds flat. They dragged her inside and brought her to the living room. Shu, who was lying on the couch as always, opened one eye and glanced at her and the other two men. He seemed almost shocked by how pretty she was. He closed his eyes again.

"As long as she's not noisy, but Reiji might take an interest in her, he's always wanted to experiment on a Shadowhunter before."

-Then, Ayato and Laito walked in, probably on their way back from Yui's room. Laito looked at the passed-out woman in Subaru's arms.

"Fufu, she's quite pretty Subaru-kun~ I might just steal her from you~ Her blood smells delicious."

-Subaru blushed and studdered out his tsundere response. and set her down in the other armchair. Ayato looked at her closely, smirking.

"Tch, she isn't flat like Chichinashi, that's for sure. She's at least a C."

-Reiji walked out of the shadows, looking annoyed because of another unannounced guest, but he perked up when he realized she was of angel blood.

"Although she is trespassing, I suppose we can keep her, but she will be on thin ice."

Bella soon learns that these are The Sakamaki Brothers. When she does, she knows better than to run for it quickly. She's buying her time, when she sees the right moment, she will escape.

She makes friends with Yui, who becomes like a little sister to her, she always directs the boys away from her when she can. However, she may start falling for the six vampires in the process, and they might start falling for her.

🤍🥀

[hunterwritesstuff]

Yandere glitchy red x Male reader?

YESSSSS

Tw: yandere tendecies, obsession, possessiveness, toxic behavior, Glitchy Red being Glitchy red, and forced entrapment.

🎮 Oh boy. This guy is a lot.

🎮 He knows where you are at every waking moment.

🎮 I have a headcanon that he has these little screens he can summon at will for multiple purposes. Giving himself pokemon, giving himself items, summoning NPCs, stuff like that.

🎮 When he meets you, however, he uses them as cameras to watch you.

🎮 This guy is obsessive and far over the edge.

🎮 He's got literally nothing to lose and everything to gain.

🎮 He just needs to get you to talk to him again.

🎮 He'll do whatever he can to get you to talk to him again.

🎮 You have no say in the matter.

🎮 You WILL talk to him again.

🎮 He needs you to.

🎮 Safe to say, next time you two talk, he's pulling you into the game with him.

🎮 Once he has you in the game with him, that's it.

🎮 You're his forever now.

🎮 You can't get out.

🎮 It's not all bad, though! You get to have pokemon!

🎮 The NPCs breaking their programmed pathing to avoid you is a little weird though.

🎮 And the fact that they back down after they challenge you to a battle is a little weird too.

🎮 You're confused as to what's going on.

🎮 You ask Red about it, but he just shrugs it off.

🎮 "This game is kinda broken, love, I don't know what else to tell you."

🎮 You sigh, eventually heading back into town despite Red telling you not to. What was he gonna do?

🎮 Oh. Oh, if only you knew.

🎮 He watches you through his screens, but immediately glitches to go find you when you try to find an exit to the game.

🎮 He is NOT losing you.

🎮 Safe to say, once he glitches to you, he's keeping you close to his side until you know better than to try to leave him.

🎮 Even when he's convinced you know better, he still demands to know where you're going whenever you leave. If you don't tell him, you aren't going.

🎮 Any NPCs you talk to when you sneak out? Gone the next day.

🎮 Any pokemon you catch to fend off Red? Released back into the wild.

🎮 Any form of lashing out from you? Guess you're on your own in a locked room for a few hours.

🎮 If you fall in love at first sight, great! If you don't, though...

🎮 Well...

🎮 You know what they say.

🎮 Coal, when put under enough pressure, turns to diamonds eventually.

🎮 You'll love him. One way or another.

🎮 Safe to say, out of all the pokepastas, he's definitely one of the more...extreme yanderes.

Hope you enjoy! I'm a hardcore simp for this guy, so this was fun to write! :D

[thinkingofausername]

Simon "Ghost" Riley - An Analysis

(aka hcs I've come across and loved as well as some of my own)

Author's note: This is just a self-indulgent speculation I wanted to get out of my system since I've been downright obsessed with this man and I really wanna make content about him. I've been trying to gather hcs that make most sense and are believable but we obviously may still disagree. Keep the pitchforks at bay :)

TW: domestic abuse, torture, SA, drinking, murder, drugs, mental health/illness, being buried alive, PTSD

Stretch marks. There's no way he wouldn't have them. Imagine kissing them 😥

He either looks like his mother and it hurts or he looks like his father and he hates it.

Touch starved and touch aversed at the same time. He craves gentleness, but he's never had it.

He would never be aggressive or abusive, in a relationship or in bed. The man had a traumatic childhood full of abuse and his new home would be peaceful and safe. Not to shame anyone but there's no way he would bring aggression or bondage or pain to sex after he's been tortured and raped

He wouldn't get drunk to the point of losing control or passing out. On a similar note I imagine being delirious from illness or blood loss would be terrifying for him. The vulnerability would mentally bring him back to a time when he was defenseless.

I love him with my whole heart and I know deep down he would be a protective and loyal and gentle lover but there would be hardships. He's hardly been loved or even perceived as a person and he would definitely struggle and run away and find himself lost.

Paranoia and overprotective tendencies bordering on control. I'm sorry but he literally had his whole family murdered - he will be on edge. He's also a lieutenant so being in control is the norm for him.

Hardcore anti-drug advocate. No one dear to him is going anywhere near drugs again.

Great listener and he remembers every damn detail. Very perceptive.

Silent gifts and favors as a way of apologizing. Mans would avoid talking about feelings for as long as he could.

Ghost and Simon are two different people. He has to separate work from home.

Quick cold shower guy. Terrible at self-care.

Probably pretty blemished skin. Not a shocker after wearing the same dirty cloth over your face for literal years.

God it would be divine pampering him. Massaging, washing, TLC all over the place. He literally wouldn't know what to do with himself. Stiff as a rock at first but he would be a puddle of bewilderment and worship and gratitude and pure love by the end.

I expect him to like bitter things and be bad at cooking since he's all rough and tough and he's only needed survival and the bare minimum for a long time but it's nice to imagine him unexpectedly having a sweet tooth or baking.

He'd spend a lot of his leave in the gym I wager. He probably can't be still and in silence for long before his thoughts start haunting him.

Definitely experiences sensory overload.

Social anxiety? I imagine he doesn't like crowds or attention thrown at him.

Claustrophobic. There's no way he's not after being buried alive.

Major trust issues. It would take a damn long while for anyone to get close to him.

I'd literally die to hear him laugh but I'm not sure what would it take to get him to do that. A huffing sound could be understood as a hidden snort and amusement but that's as far as it goes for a while.

He isolates a lot but I think it would do him good to have company and not sink into intrusive thoughts.

Obsessed with tasks and being busy.

On the field he's purposefully terrifying and brutal and feared but he'd never want to be feared by his partner. He'd want them to feel safe with him.

Price called him "son" once and he absolutely wanted to cry.

He'd have a hard time getting used to someone waiting for him at home. He always saw himself dying on the field.

His father scared him with animals but I really want to imagine him liking animals regardless. A dog would be loyal and silent and simple company.

He'd definitely prefer a partner who can defend themself or he'd teach them if they can't.

Crooked nose. He had to have been punched a lot in his life.

Chronic pain. His body's been through hell and he's covered in scars. Cold weather probably makes it worse.

Nightmares, obviously, we all agree on that. It just shows that he still cares and carries a lot of unresolved hurt and grief with him.

Vengeful as hell. Violence is the answer and it's in bold letters.

It's cute imagining him with kids but I think he'd have no idea what to do since he's never witnessed a normal and healthy child environment.

The biggest dilemma I've got is whether love would save or destroy him. He's been through a life of solitude and pain and it's amazing how many of us want to write him a happy end but the walls around him are sturdy and once they're broken and he basks in sunlight the person who's set him free could be taken from him like all others and then there would really be no way back.

[ironandglass]

I just wanted to write a Silco Villain monologue scene.

Book keeper/accountant finds herself on Silcos bad side as the result of a misunderstanding and he almost tortures and kills her. You know how it is, everyone makes mistakes.

Silco/femaleOC slow burn but it uses minimal name references (maybe like two?) so you can live your best life and read it as silco x reader because that’s what we’re here for people.

TW for intimidation, power dynamic stuff, abduction, confinement and hardcore simping. You’ve been warned bb ;-)

Read part 1

Framed by Betrayal - part 2

“Do you want to know what saved you last night?”

You awaken with a start at the sound of the voice. You’re confused for a moment, in that strange bed, in that stagnant cell of a safe room.

You sit up to see Silco sitting on the edge of your bed. The scarred side of his face in profile to you. Thumbing casually through an old book that had been on the table. Your heart pounds as you’re suddenly wide awake. A rabbit awoken by a fox prowling into the den.

“It was a particular look in your eye…” he continues cooly. “A look that I recognise with deep familiarity.” His own eyes darken at that last mention. You barely notice, frozen in place as you are.

“Now normally in these situations” He gestures elegantly with his hands. “People are angry, which is just the other face of fear. They are often guilty, begging for mercy, lying, pleading even accepting…”

He suddenly turns to face you, piercing you with his calculating blue glaze. ”But you... you remained silent. You simply just looked at me. You looked at me... as if I had betrayed you.”

Silco stands, pacing the tiny room, making it seem even smaller somehow. You listen in polite, terrified silence, watching him carefully.

”Now for you to feel that way... not only does it imply a certain degree of loyalty to me.” He places a hand over his chest for emphasis.

"It proved that I was acting unjustly towards you. People can not fake these things under such duress you see. It's a raw, primal space, forcing people to reveal who they truly are. Their genuine motivations.” He moves to stand in front of you now, looking down at you, in your awkward sitting-up-in-bed pose.

“You ultimately showed me that you... are loyal” he purrs, squatting beside the bed, looming closer.

You resist the urge to back away as best you can but you do pull away slightly. He seems to notice and that draws him in closer, bracing himself against the wall by the headboard with his long arm. The air around you evaporates.

“And I prize loyalty above all else.” His powerful gaze just inches from your face holds both a threat and a promise. Your mind is blank as it holds you too long, his mismatched eyes are all that exist in that moment, it feels like they are leaching into you, staining your soul. He’s so close, that with every shallow breath, you inhale the smokey scent of him, engulfing you. Resisting the urge to move outwardly, you scream and thrash wildly inside yourself. Anxiety a tangible experience. He has ripped a hole through your cavern of a chest so that he can peer inside.

After what feels like a torturous eternity he draws away, turning and making for the door. Air rushes in as he withdraws and with relief you regain the space to breathe.

“I'm going to give you an opportunity to prove it.” He says as he strolls off, pausing in the doorway to add.

"Don't disappoint me.”

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By the time Sevika finally comes to collect you you're begrudgingly grateful to see her. You didn't know how long it had been but they had given you three more meals since. You had forced them down, not willing to chance any one could be your last for a while, or... forever.

You push that thought to the back of your mind as she gestures someone over who puts a giant respirator mask over your head and a big jacket that shrouds your form. You can't see anything out of the respirator helmet, the inside visor is painted black. It was not at all uncommon to see people wearing such things in the lanes and you're grateful for the anonymity.

You’re not sure where you’re going or what this chance to prove your loyalty might be but as long as it’s out of that gods forsaken room you’re happy.

You let the tall gaurd lead you with a hand on your shoulder. He's nice enough to warn you of stairs. You go through some door and they peel the disguise off.

Your eyes smart before you look around and you find yourself in an ornately decorated office. The desk has an amazing circular window behind it and the highback leather chair is framed perfectly in the halo of green glow. A gold lamp illuminates the cool space with just the tiniest bit of luxurious warm orange light in contrast to the cool green.

Sevika sits on a faded red chaise lounge in a way that suggests deep familiarity and the other two guards stand by the door. She gestures at the piles of paperwork around the desk.

"Do your thing". You stare at her in momentary despair at the thought of how important this was for you not to fuck up. She just smirks back at you and throws her arms back around the couch making herself comfortable.

You make your way over to the desk with paperwork everywhere and try to steel yourself. This is easy, you can do this. It's just systems of efficient organisation. Just like you did with Ramseys mess. Sort everything into categories, then by priority. Keep summaries and subtotals. Daily, weekly and monthly reports and everything will flow smoothly.

After some time you've laid things out all over the floor like a crazy person in complex rows and are scribbling madly on a clipboard walking around and squatting over certain sections, leafing through piles before continuing.

Sevika had fallen asleep, snoring gently, but the two door guards held you accountable. Not that you had any other plans, this was just a chance to reduce your likelyhood of immediate death and you were desperate to take it. Especially after the visit last night, his threatening monologue had been very motivating and effective.

The man certainly new how to run an empire and keep people in check. You shudder at the memory of him looming over you, his eyes holding you captive for eternity. You shake off the thought and swallow the fear that threatens to surface. Focus.

As you walk back to the desk, pen in your mouth, deciphering the most obvious lines of information you reach out for a piece of paper and pause as some primal feeling clangs violently through you. Your eyes meet Silcos as he looks across at you, mild amusement glinting in his glacial blue eye. When did he come in? How long had he been in the room? Did you accidentally summon him with your thoughts? Your mind whirls into overdrive.

The pen falls out of your mouth and you scramble to pick it up cursing yourself, waking Sevika. With a pang of dread you realise the beautiful brass pen must be his and wipe it on your shirt offering it back to him by way of placing it gently and reverently on the table. He looks at it then back at you and pushes it pointedly back towards you. "Continue" he says and then goes back to his own paperwork.

You find it hard to concentrate now, your workload totally derailed by the most powerful man in the city who, only a day or two earlier had been very close to torturing and killing you and just last night had threatened you again.

Your hand reaches back to touch your braid, tucking it over your shoulder protectively. You have to focus, or you just might still end up dead. You're a nobody, no power, no skin in the game. If you don't make yourself useful now you're dead meat. With this thought you cast a quick look over at the menacing presence, he absently runs his fingers through his hair as he reads something. Sevikas possesive angry glare catches your attention and quickly pulls you up. She's a spectacular gaurd dog you have to admit.

This quick exchange with her helps motivate you to a point beyond pretending to be doing things and gives you a chance to actually start up again. Albeit a little more self consciously. You get the burning feeling of being watched at times and decide to ignore it. The smell of cigar smoke fills the room as you continue.

You don't realise you're doing it but a few hours later you're kneeling at one end of the room grinning to yourself with the pen in your mouth again. It's nearly done, it's beautifully organised into streamlined and refined reporting systems.

A hand curls gently on your left shoulder and the pen droops, you don't freeze or tense up so much as die internally in the same way a star implodes.

You look up as Silco looks down directly at you and this time you can't help it when your ears go pink. You catch your breathing control before your face can blush like a terrified beetroot. You can’t see the scarred side of his face from this angle and he looks so much less intimidating.

You eventually realise that he expects a response as he lets go waiting patiently for you to explain.

"Well this line is your import and export trade as well as itemised lists of cargo tarrifs..." he nods along and you very slowly relax as he calmly talks to you about the organisational systems and the benefits of them. He nods and occasionally asks questions or makes adjustments. He's calm and polite and... human. He's just a person in this moment you realise as you absently gaze at him while he thinks over a problem rubbing his jaw. His eye flicks up to you suddenly and you feel oddly self conscious for a second before offering a suggestion. He gives you a strange look for a moment and then counters with a priority that helps you understand a piece of the puzzle.

"Ahhhh I see now, I'll adjust this to reflect the shipping costs in the final report then" You muse tapping your pen against your lips thoughtfully before you write it down.

You look up at the silence and he's staring at you thoughtfully. You could have sworn he glanced at your lips for a split second.

"I want you to keep working on this." You nod politely as if you had a choice. "This is just a fraction of our operation." He waved at the floor covered in neat chaotic rows of paperwork. "I wanted to see what you could do with this... and I'd like to have you do more."

"What abou-"

"Don't worry about the bar." He said gently but firmly waving a hand as if to dismiss the existence of it.

He then gives you a look that suggests you don't interrupt him again and your throat hurts. You'd become too casual in your lax comfort over the recent civil discussion. You need to remember who this man is and what he is capable of.

"That's all for today." He says dismissing you. "Sevika have the room down the hall emptied out. Show it to Amaya and arrange whatever is needed to do more of ... this." He gestures wearily at his paperwork struin office and you realise the mess you had made of his space and shrink at the thought.

You dip your head in respect and turn to leave with her.

As soon as you are out of the office you walk out into the club feeling tremendous relief to still be alive. Unfortunately, it only lasts for a split second before your skin goes ice cold. If they didn't need to hide you anymore that meant Harker was... gone.

Continue to part 3

[haiikyuudos]

-- first meeting. or is it? --

holy hell i wasn't expecting ppl to like my oikawa analysis owo

here's a lil idea for atsu x reader kinda thingy that i came up with during work

-- genre and tw/tags: uhhh tbh idk. but there's confrontation? anger is involed. and uh swearing. yeah.

-- summary: atsumu x reader; reader is the biggest atsumu simp alive, as well a huge haikyuu!! nerd.

one day they hit their head on a metal pole while walking home, only to wake up in the haikyuu universe.

except they're a second year transfer student in inarizaki, with everything provided for them by the universe:

- a house, clothes, every necessity to get through the next few months and a job. and they live alone.

why? they have no fucking idea and neither do i.

reader has to pick a club and of course, with the knowledge they have on haikyuu, they pick to be a manager for the boys' volleyball club...

only to be "examined" by the coach and some of the members, as a way to prevent fans of the miya twins infiltrating the club only for the sake of simping over them and not doing their job.

however, reader being a cunning, good at lying piece of garbage simp, decide to act like they know nothing and no one which wins them the position of a manager.

they couldn't be more happy and proud of themselves, until their first day as a manager - where they realize that upon meeting miya atsumu in flesh and blood, he might not be as simp-worthy as they originally thought.

the day you applied to be a manager was the day you knew you couldn't allow yourself to slip up in any moment and time - if anyone realized you know them like the back of your hand, things could go very wrong in a heartbeat.

nobody knows what could happen — time might break, the universe might fall apart — it ain't no joke to play with time and space like that.

so you kept it to yourself, hidden deep down, the knowledge you had of every member of the inarizaki boys volleyball club.

the first day as the boys' manager, you showed up a bit later than the rest, since you were told to do so. upon arrival, the coach gave you basic tips and explained you your duties - keeping up with the boys' exercises. caring for the equipment, keeping score of their improvements and a few other things. one of the things he told you you could do but wasn't necessary, was to keep track of their diet habits, since it could be helpful to know how they could improve in that aspect.

feeling generous and kind, you decided the first thing you could do as a manager was to ask the club members what they usually ate in a day - and so you did.

walking up to every boy was not as easy as you originally thought - somehow, even if you already knew what their personalities were like, the anxiety of meeting them in person was stronger than you ever thought it would be. who would have thought you could have anxiety in a fictional world, huh.

nervously introducing yourself, you asked each member what their daily diet consisted of and eagerly wrote down every detail you could remember.

it was aran's turn to be questioned, as you walked promptly to him, clutching the notebook in your hands as you shyly utter the standard introduction and shot your questions.

fortunately, every boy was super sweet and understanding, especially kita, aran and suna. they all made you feel more comfortable with their super chill aura and replies.

next on the list were, well, our beloved little brats - the miya brothers. walking up to them felt like you were dragging your feet chained with the heaviest of shackles - the thought of talking to THE miyas was enough to make your brain go on overdrive.

ah, the life of a hardcore simp. don't we all love it.

you decided to first go over to osamu, as he was usually the chiller of the two - and just as you thought, talking to him was definitely pleasant and calmed your anxiety ever so slightly.

he provided you with the needed information and you made your way over to the older twin, playing with the corner of the paper even more nervously than before. taking a deep breath, your mind went blank, your heart beating faster and faster with each passing second--

"h-hey! what would you like to eat today?"

ah, fuck. you forgot the introduction. and that was not-- that definitely wasn't the exact question you wanted to ask.

aw man, the embarrassment you felt in that moment was just unbelievable. face fully red, you tried to correct yourself but words just wouldn't leave your agape mouth.

turning around, atsumu's face had a look of... disgust? on it? as he held a volleyball in between his hands, he quickly turned to his brother, eyes furrowed in a mix between disgust and confusion.

"'samu, the hell is this?! ya ass, why'd ya lie to me like that?? ya told me the new girl ain't a fan of us! why is she asking me out for lunch then, huh??"

your heart dropped. asking him? out? for lunch?

what the hell?

who the FUCK does he think he is?

yeah, you are a simp for him. yes, you do actually have a crush on him.

but you're NOT about to be humiliated like that in front of everyone. no one can do that to you, not even your biggest fictional crush. or, well, physical crush at this point.

every drop of embarrassment disappeared from your face immediately after your brain processed atsumu's comment. my man's actually this cocky, huh?

if there's one thing you absolutely couldn't stand is people who think of themselves so highly, just like our beloved atsumu here.

little did he know, you ain't having any of his shit. not today, not ever.

- "i was only trying to ask what you like to eat daily, to write it down as a part of your daily diet." your eyes digging daggers into the blonde's skull, voice gone absolutely cold from anger, no traces from anxiety left in it.

"not to be rude but if i had to choose between eating lunch with you or starving till i die, i'd pick starving in a heartbeat." your tone rose a bit at the end to put emphasis on the words coming out of your mouth, emotion slipping out ever so slightly.

...to say atsumu was taken aback would be an understatement. he sure as hell wasn't expecting someone to change their demeanor so fast, with such intensity. especially not... someone he thought was his 'fan'.

"what? are you gonna speak or not? i don't have all day." glaring at him, you put your hands on your hips, a very passive aggressive smirk making it's way on your face.

"actually, take your time. maybe if you took enough time to think before you spoke, you wouldn't have sounded like such an ass. i'll be on the bench if you need me, mr. famous."

with that, you turned on your heel, irately walking to the bench, not taking one look back at the group of boys.

your words forced a stuffed giggle out of suna's and osamu's mouths, making atsumu's nerve pop out animatedly as he tried to defend himself to no avail.

maybe, perhaps, miya atsumu was not as worthy of simping as you had thought. and maybe, perhaps, he also made a lapse of judgement there, alas, he'd never be able to admit it.

because, after all, miya atsumu is always right.

you technically are his fan. after all, you're his biggest simp and always will be.

[hispipsqueak]

Vulnerable

Jujutsu Kaisen: Itadori Yuji x Dom F!Reader NSFW

Summary: Honestly, just some sexy times with Itadori Yuji

A/N: So, I know this is a new adventure, a new fandom. But I finally caught up on the anime and just started the manga and I have serious JJK brainrot. Though I am a HARDCORE Gojou simp, Yuji has a VERY special place in my heart. So I really wanted to write something special for the sweet best boy. Also, this is my first time writing dom reader and I am feeling the NERVES. Hopefully I didn’t suck too much! Thanks as always to my beta reader, @usagiyamasss​ who writes incredible JJK smut and who you should definitely follow. 

As always, likes and reblogs are MIGHTY appreciated! <3 Pip

TW: overstimulation, dom reader/sub Yuji, light bondage, established safe word, oral sex both f/m receiving, face sitting. 

Yuji Itadori was one of the toughest people in the world. He had faced off the toughest of cursed spirits and was known for his strength and his ability to get himself out of any difficult situation. He was one of the most promising jujutsu sorcerers anyone had seen in decades and was a vessel for one of the most cursed spirits imaginable. To put it plainly, he was not someone to be messed with.

However, like everyone, he did have a weakness.

You.

Which is why he lay in front of you, clad in only his boxers and shiny black rope binding his hands to the headboard.

You grinned at the delicious sight of your boyfriend, so pretty and vulnerable.

“Don’t just stare at me, Y/N! It’s embarrassing!” His face flushed. He made a move to cover himself, though it was clearly impossible.

“I’m just admiring you.” You approached the bed, running a finger down his chiseled chest. You traced the scars that ran across it, each one telling a story of another battle. His body tensed as you touch the marred skin. You met his eyes and placed a soft kiss on the largest scar, directly over his heart.

“Beautiful.”

Yuji could feel himself heat up. He never thought of himself as anything really, just...Yuji. But when you chose him, loved him, he was on cloud nine.

“I want to make you feel good baby. Will you let me make you feel good?” You pressed your lips to the shell of his ear, whispering softly.

Yuji nodded and let out the softest whimper, contrasting heavily with his muscular appearance. You dug your teeth into the soft skin of his neck, sucking a dark mark into the pale flesh.

You continued to kiss his neck as you pulled your legs over, straddling his waist. Yuji closed his eyes, wanting desperately to pull you down on him but helpless against the snug ropes binding him. 

You could feel his erection prodding at your ass, straining through his boxers.

“Oh baby, are you enjoying this?” You chuckled, feeling it twitch against you as if it had a mind of its own. 

“Please, need you so bad. Please, ride me. Wanna feel you.” He begged, tugging against his restraints. You rolled your hips, grinding against his lower abdomen and laughed.

“Already begging and I haven’t even teased you properly yet? Let me have some fun with you first, baby.” 

You pulled off your shirt, letting your breasts fall freely as you tossed the clothes to the floor. Yuji’s mouth watered at the sight of you and his cock got impossibly harder. He lifted his head to attempt to reach your chest and you pulled away, giggling.

“Ah ah, who’s in charge here baby? Don’t you want me to make you feel good? Don’t I know what’s best for you?” You covered your chest with your arm as your other hand ruffled his hair. You slid your fingers down his face, tugging gently on his bottom lip with your thumb.

Immediately he opened his mouth, pulling your thumb in and swirling his tongue around it. Any bit of you that you were offering to him, he would take and be grateful for. His hips jerked upwards, his cock begging to be touched. 

You pulled your thumb away, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. You placed it in your mouth, tasting him, while looking into his caramel-colored eyes. 

“Such a good boy.” You smiled, running your hands down his cheeks. “I wanna spoil you, baby.”

He bit back a groan. His erection was so hard it pained him. He needed to feel you on him, needed to be inside you. Needed all of you.

You moved forward, toward his upper chest. He could feel your arousal leaving a thin trail on his abs. He groaned, wanting to taste you, bury his face between your thighs and punish you for teasing him like this.

“Need to taste you! Please, ride my face.” He whined, a pleading look in his eye. You pressed a kiss against his soft lips.

“Of course baby. If you make me feel good, I’ll make sure I make you feel even better.” You kissed him again, this time deeper. He let soft moans out in your mouth, his tongue exploring yours. You pulled away and looked down at him with a devilish smirk, before adjusting yourself so you were right above his waiting mouth. He raised his head again and you could feel his hot breath on your dripping cunt.

Slowly, you lowered yourself and Yuji was like a man starved. His tongue flattened, pushing itself against you and lapping up every bit of your arousal. You squeezed your breasts, tugging at your sensitive buds as he devoured you.

Without his hands to push and pull you in the directions he wanted, he was sloppily licking at sucking at your pussy. Your juices mixed with his saliva coated his face and dripped down his neck and still Yuji continued, pushing his tongue into your folds to capture every bit of you.

You grinded on his face, your clit brushing against the tip of his nose. 

“Fuck baby, you’re making me feel so good. Such a good boy for me.” You moaned out. The praise pushed Yuji to bury himself into you more, using his tongue to fuck your tight hole. The bed creaked as he struggled against the ropes, wanting to grip your thighs and force his tongue deeper inside you. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. 

Apparently, Yuji knew your body just as well and began letting soft hums into your pussy. The vibrations mixed with his pure desire drove you close to your breaking point. You grinded on his mouth faster, humping his face, desperate to get off.

“Fuck, fuck baby. Making me feel so fucking good. Fuck, yes, YES!” You wailed out, as you exploded on his tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you let your orgasm take over you. Yuji slurped at your cunt, pulling every drop of you into his mouth. You gently pushed him down, trembling with sensitivity and you could see his face was wet with your arousal. 

He licked his lips, your taste enveloping his senses. You looked at his cock, and the large dark spot on his boxers right over the tip.

“Now it’s time to let me make you feel good, baby boy.”

You crawled between his legs, pulling his boxers down. His cock was thick and rosy, with a purple-y red tip, covered in precum. The two veins that ran across it were begging to be traced by your tongue and you grinned before pulling all of him into your mouth. 

He let out a sinful groan and you continued to bob up and down on his cock. His hips bucked against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You gagged on him, and the clenching of your throat against his tip almost sent him over the edge. 

“Fuck Y/N, can’t hold out much longer! So good, so good to me.” He grunted, attempting to fuck your face with only his hips. You swirled your tongue over the tip and pulled yourself off of him.

“If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be inside me baby.” You giggled before lowering yourself onto him.

His whole body was on fire as you began to ride his cock. You rolled your hips and he felt himself pressed up against your soft walls. You fucked yourself on him, using his body for your pleasure, and it was so fucking hot. Yuji could barely contain his release any longer.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!” He threw his head back as he shot hot ropes of cum inside you, painting your insides white. He thought you would pull off of him immediately and yet you still continued to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck baby...s’ sensitive!” He whimpered, and it only spurred you on more. You tugged at his rose-colored hair, and slammed on his cock faster.

“C’mon baby, I know you have one more for me. Don’t you baby? Can you give me one more? You know it’ll feel so good.” You begged, playfully pouting as you rocked on his thick member.

His eyes were glassy and tears spilled down his cheeks as he moaned in that delicious voice.

“S’ too much! Can’t...please!” Yuji babbled, his voice trembling, strands of pink hair clinging to his sweat soaked forehead. His arms ached from pulling against the ropes and he felt like he was on the verge of blacking out from the sensitivity. But it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t even dream of using his safe word.

“Almost there baby, almost there.” You muttered, chasing your high, speeding up as you felt your pussy clench around him. “Cum with me!”

That was enough to send him, and you, over the edge. He shouted and you felt him throb inside you as you gushed around his cock. The two of you were covered in sweat, cum, spit, and tears and you immediately undid the knots around his wrist, rubbing the red marks on them.

You pulled him so his head rested on your chest, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“You did so good, Yuji. Such a good boy.”

He let out soft hums, his body exhausted but feeling so loved and cared for. He nuzzled into you and pressed a kiss to your soft skin.

“Love you s’ much.” he muttered, his voice heavy with drowsiness. You held him, whispering soft praises to him as he fell asleep in your arms.

[heatherstyles]

Books I've read during my break

here's a tiny rec list and also a personal book diary for myself✨ (ranking them by order too)

1. The Folk Of The Air series : 100000/10000

The Cruel Prince

The Wicked King

The Queen Of Nothing

Literally hardcore enemies to lovers you can't even imagine how hardcore it is. I definitely do not read enough fantasy books and this is my sign to read more. The sexual tension and the mutual pining ohmygod🔥. Lots of politics by the way but it's also really interesting. It makes me want to read more and really spins the wheels in my brain. I have been captivated by this series ever since I picked up the first book. Fantasy is just so thrilling agghh. I'm doomed lmao. Jude Duarte my queen!!!🖤🖤 She could step on me and I'd thank her for it . Better yet I wish she would fight me or smth lmao. Carden is such a simp for his wife I do not know what else to do with that lovesick fool. Anyway Jurdan supremacy!! I love them so much!🖤

1. The Deal (off-campus series) : 100000/10000 PERIODT (now i have started this series I have to read the rest)

fake dating trope, popular guy + quiet girl, tw//rape* and also feels like friends with benefits to lovers. Basically it's two people who run in totally different circles striking a deal which leads to more. Rating it high because its totally my type of book💖 I love romance novels like these that gives me the excitement and adrenaline as if I'm the main character. Hannah is such a lovely character she's the type of pretty girls that normally don't catch people's attention but when you pay attention she's the most incredible person ever. It's pretty sweet and oh very hot ngl. Okay but Garrett Graham>>>. Please he's so cute when he's simping over Hannah. Ooh bonus because he punched another dude for her and also invoked a CAMPUS WIDE HANDS-OFF RULE🔥. He's definitely on my top 3 best fictional boyfriends😩💖

2 . The Love Hypothesis : 9/10

the grumpy + sunshine trope and fake dating trope I love so much. Its so obvious he has a thing for her at the start and god their interactions are all so so adorable. It's a super fluffy and adorable romcom. It's heartwarming and funny it makes me teary sometimes. I've been so engrossed with it because the author's writing is reaaalllyy good. Adam is such a softie for Olive awww. There wasn't much angst in it but I loved the ending either way. They make such a cute couple💖

The End

I'm at the point where I'm so obsessed I made playlists for those 3 couples because WHY NOT and I love them so much. Anyway thank you so much for reading. Would love to talk abt these books if anyone has read them or wants to haha. My break just ended and it's back to classes tmr so I'm sad and about to hide under my blankets and cry lmao. Bye have a great week ahead. Xoxo

[arinbelle]

TW: S*xual Assault

People are really out here saying SA survivors like Gwyn can never have healthy passionate sex in their lives ever again as if Nesta and Cassian’s smut didn’t exist in ACOSF.

Did y’all read it?? Because for those that have forgotten, Nesta has her own trauma with SA. No she wasn’t raped like Gwyn but it was assault because it was attempted. And she still has the trauma from it that she remembers when remembering her mother and then what happened with the Kelpie.

SJM literally made Nesta come into her own with her sexuality, and be confident in it rather than be afraid of it. Now I’m not saying that SA survivors MUST be like Nesta, and be into rough and wild sex and be super confident in their bodies. But I’m saying that she is proof that it’s very possible and very normal and that they can be. 

And so, yes, maybe Gwyn will likely have more reservations with it, maybe she won’t. Maybe she’ll also enjoy rougher sex, and maybe she won’t mind Azriel as he’s been described in bed (I see a lot of people say that it’s wrong for someone like Azriel who SJM said was kinky to be with a SA survivor- no one can decide that except Gwyn herself because she would know what she likes and what she’s comfortable with). Maybe she wants slower sweet love. Probably, we’ll see both because SJM always does that in her books. We usually get both. 

But remember, we have yet to see her POV, we have yet to see if Gwynriel is even canon yet (even though I do be simping hardcore for them), but let’s not confuse a trauma as an identity. Because like Gwyn said it herself, don’t look at her with pity, in general, don’t define a person by their trauma or sexual assault. There are so many facets to what make up Nesta as a person, what makes up Gwyn as a person, and their trauma DOES NOT define them.

[popi-the-fatui]

THE TEYVAT GAMES

A recurring thing we do with my friends is analyzing how long we would last in the Hunger Games and who we would pair up with. So I thought “why not do this with (some of) the Genshin boys?” So here I am, sharing the headcanons no one asked for.

TW: Murder. Scaramouche (it’s The Hunger Games, y’all know how that works)

😈 Scaramouche: this gremlin has high chances of survival mainly because no one would dare to go against him. Has the greatest time at night when watching those who have fallen and mocks them for being pathetic. He has “polemic character armor” and the Capitol tries its hardest to keep him alive to keep the games entertaining. But if you are paired with him, forget about sponsorships: no one likes him, not even the Fatui, so you are carrying the popularity ratings. If you happen to be the final 2, he is not pulling a “both or none” with you: you are getting killed in cold blood for sure.

Would partner with him: -10/10

🐳 Childe: I adore him but he has no chances. I imagine him being like “let’s fight the real big boss ojou-chan!!” and then proceeds to try to get out of the dome to fight the Capitol, dying by those monster bees that leave the nasty sting (yes, the Capitol most certainly sends all of its traps to you two in order to silence him). He also wouldn’t take sponsorships as he would like to win in hardcore mode. If you don’t die by other tributes, stress will definitely kill you. Otherwise, very resourceful: knows which things are poisonous, can track sources of water, can win in a fight against other tributes. Big simp, would definitely do the “both or none” if you are the final 2 (and also to get the chance to fight the Capitol).

Would partner with him: 6/10

🔥 Diluc: very high chances of survival. He would only move at night time (Batman kinnie) but GOD he would be efficient. Does a minute of silence for the fallen. Probably won’t let you do anything but it’s not like he can’t carry the team in his back. Also, who needs sponsorships when you are the richest man in your District? He is sponsoring himself as he doesn’t trust the elite. Most likely to start a “both or none” if you are in the final 2, not because of you but rather as a political statement as he has questioned the stablishes system from the start (Diluc says ACAB y’all).

Would partner with him: 10/10

🧪 Albedo: very low. Would take the game as an opportunity to do a research field trip and dies from a poisonous plant which he KNEW was poisonous but he has never seen in person before and his curiosity won. That, or he tried to sketch the scenery and was so immersed in it that he didn’t realize someone was coming from behind to kill him (probably Scaramouche). Mildly sponsored, but he uses the resources to experiment with the wild life (and you). If you happen to be the final 2, he would probably sacrifice himself in order for you to win.

Would partner with him: 2/10

❄️ Kaeya: V HIGH. Smooth mf is the Finnick Odair of Teyvat. Skilled, packed in sponsorships to last a lifetime, probably has already made alliances with every district just to play them like a kazoo at the end. Most definitely the Hunger Games candy-eye. Keep an eye on him because the chances of Kaeya telling you his plans are non-existent, and the stress and anxiety of not knowing what will happen next will lead you to a mental breakdown. If you are the final 2, he will kill you, but he will be sad about it and do it painlessly.

Would partner with him: 5/10

🐉 Zhongli: high, but forget about sponsorships with this man: you are paying and sharing. Knowledgeable dragon daddy KNOWS 👏🏼 HIS 👏🏼 STUFF👏🏼, so don’t worry about eating something you shouldn’t. Most likely to have an emotional connection with his partner and find the time to open to each other and console each other and shit. Would rather set up traps than straight up killing other tributes, and also does a minute of silence for the fallen. If you are the final 2, he would probably pull the “both or none” or sacrifice himself.

Would partner with him: 9/10

🌪 Venti: first one to die, hands down (let’s forget for a moment that he is an Archon). He was probably too distracted or being too loud or doing some bard shit and you were going along with him and next thing you know you are getting attacked by some random tribute (probably Diluc). RIP both of you. At least you died happy. Either that or intoxication. Most likely to try to win by robbing other tribute’s resources.

Would partner with him: 0/10

🐲 Xiao: very high, but you will probably lose contact with each other through the game (not that he doesn’t care about you, but in the heat of the moment he kind of forgets that he has a partner?). Swift mf won’t even make a sound when attacking other tributes. Half of the fallen tributes are on him (body count is HIGH). Distrusts the sponsor boxes, thinks they are traps). Also pays his respects for other fallen tributes. He would definitely be in the final 2 but the other person most likely won’t be you, but if it is, he will sacrifice himself in the ultimate karma rebalancing.

Would partner with him: 4/10

🐾 Razor: High, based solely in the fact that I believe this boy would 100% be in his natural habitat. The chances of falling into a trap are non-existent. The most likely to end up being in the final two with a body count of 0. No sponsorships? No worries: this boy knows where to find the things you need to survive. The games with him would be a constant routine of staying in the down-low, trying to survive the traps the Capitol sends to you. Also, hand-holding 24/7: he would rather die with you than leave you behind. If you are the final 2, he would pull a “both or none” that will probably end up in both of you dying if no one intervenes as I doubt he is the best at convincing.

Would partner with him: 10/10

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

Hello!! I have a request :) Some Yan Kazuichi maybe???

Yandere Kazuichi Souda

This was too good to leave it in the inbox and make it collect dust. Also, I think Yandere Kazuichi is really hot.

TW: Obsessive behavior, self-harm, light violence, threatening, suggestive content

•Being the simp he is, he would take a liking to you based in a wrong idea.

•Helping him everytime he asked you to? He'll think that you love him.

•Hold the flashlight for him? Lovely.

•Just stand there watching him work? Excellent.

•Very obsessed with you but it's not that obvious. The usual following you everywhere.

•Not the type to stalk since he's always beside you so...

•He doesn't take pictures of you at night, he steals your underwears and sniffs the fuck out of them.

•But he has pictures in his drawers. He doesn't wanna creep you out, so he doesn't display it on his walls.

•Internalized monopoly. He would blame himself for not keeping more eyes on you.

•"I wonder who they talked to today." "Did they say anything about me?" Who knows, maybe he gets off to that stuff too.

•Neutral dependent. It's not like he can live without you. But can't live without you too.

•Not the type to compare you to others.

•Maybe it's because he had no lovers in the past or he doesn't wanna make you feel bad.

•He would never disappear.

•He probably promised to stay by your side always and forever.

•If you died, he'd regret being so careless of you. Would not kill himself instantly.

•His lack of self-care now that you're gone would kill him. Hunger, depression, you name it. •Would not hurt you... severely that is.

•Few small cuts and bruises here and there. If he has you restrained and you don't follow him.

•"It's for your own good, love."

•Would definitely lock you away if someone gets really really, reaaaalllyyyy close to you. Because again, he doesn't wanna be a creep.

•Does not delude that much.

•Would self-harm a bit, but not hardcore. Just to make you concerned for him. At least in that way, he can feel loved if you ever don't return his.

•He would kill. Like, when someone attempts to rescue you. He would not kill, not unless it was for the sake of peace.

•"If it's for you, then I'm willing to die." Not that he wants to... But it's for his darling.

•"Please use me however you want!"

•He loves his darling. He doesn't want to force them, but as much as possible, he wants them to love him back. There's plenty of time, right?

•He doesn't want his darling to be unhappy and lonely, so he makes them socialize with a knife on their back.

•Would ask if he could have your nails or hair so he can carry them everywhere. It makes him feel more secure.

KYAAAA~ This is so cool. Thank you for requesting,anon! Hope you like it.

-Mod Toko