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mydearestdaryl · 2 months

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⭑ 𝜌𝑟𝜀𝜏𝜏𝜑 ◞ ₊ ⟡

summary: daryl realizes he is in love with you. warnings: twd violence, blood & gore, character deaths, explicit language. pairing: daryl dixon x reader. setting: prison. a/n: not thoroughly proofread, and english is not my first language, so please point out any mistakes if you find any! thank you for reading!

you were pretty. so pretty to his eyes and to the eyes of anyone else with an ounce of common sense and the ability to see—he was sure of that. he believed you were everything he was not. at first, he envied it a little, but now he admires it.

you were like spring and sunshine. the flowers when they're in full bloom. You were a breath of fresh air. you were art. you were a masterpiece made by an artist who was in love. you were a poem written as the vows of a groom deeply enamored. you were a perfect first kiss. you were love.

not only was your face pretty but your heart and mind were too. you were smart, compassionate, and kind. a real-life angel, as many would say. those wings that decorated his vest would suit you a lot more than him.

he had never felt this way before for anyone, but he figured most people probably felt like this for you as well, because who wouldn't. he firmly believed it was a natural reaction to your pretty and kind self. human nature.

he could stare at you for hours. listen to you for hours. and if only he could touch you… no, what was he thinking?

now daryl watched as you folded the laundry, chatting with maggie, who you were sharing this chore with. he was supposed to be killing the walkers at the fence with carol, who was looking at him with a knowing smirk while she actually did the task, which he hadn't noticed he stopped doing because of the trance he was currently in.

he only snapped out of it when he heard carol giggle next to him.

"wha'?" he squinted his eyes, returning to the task as if nothing happened.

she chuckled at this, poking one last walker through the fence before they walked back to the cell block. "you're so in love," she teased him, shaking her head before grabbing her rag from her pocket to dry the sweat on her forehead.

his frown turned into a scowl, but behind it she found genuine confusion. He spared a quick glance in your direction, watching as you tried to apologize between bright laughter while maggie scolded you; the folded laundry on the floor now. it made the corners of his mouth twitch, a smile threatening to appear, but he managed to avoid it.

his eyes returned to carol's, who had witnessed the scene and looked at him again like she knew. he scoffed, a hand flying up shortly in a dismissive gesture. "yer crazy," he huffed, making her laugh as she followed him.

the sun was setting, and everybody now sat at the table or steps of the kitchen while enjoying a hearty stew made by beth and hershel. rick was holding judith, eating next to you, who did the same while talking to rick and playing with the baby, and daryl found himself staring again. he just couldn't stop.

as if sensing his eyes, yours made contact with him, and he froze, almost choking on the piece of carrot he was swallowing, making him cough. you made him feel so dumb.

next thing he knew carol was handing him a glass of water. "can't have you die choking on veggies in a world full of walkers," she joked as she sat next to him. "especially not before tomorrow, right?" the woman added, wiggling her brows teasingly.

his eyebrows met. "tomorrow?" he asked breathlessly after drinking the whole glass of water at once, drying his mouth with the back of his hand. she nodded. oh! "ah, yeah, righ', tomorrow," he said casually, as if it wasn't a big deal. but truly, he was nervous as hell.

tomorrow you'd be going with daryl to hunt for the first time in months and for whatever reason it made him feel pretty fucking nervous.

"(y/nnnnn), I can't find the last word, glenn, beth, and maggie tried to find it too," carl complained, plopping down next to you with the crossbow book you gifted him in his hands, "nobody can. i swear it's not here, they're lyin' to us," the pre-teen said, looking genuinely exasperated, making you laugh.

oh, that laugh. so airy and clear. it made your pretty eyes shine. he liked it when they shined, but not because of tears. you were pretty when crying too, mostly when the crying was because you were happy. he hated when you cried out of pain or sadness; it made his heart all sad and heavy too.

a loud clear of a throat brought him back to reality. annoyed to stop looking at you, he looked up, and he found hershel. the same smile as carol was wide on his face. "sorry to interrupt," he said.

for how long did he stare? because Carol was now picking up the dirty dishes with Rick's help.

"these got mixed with my clothes," the vet explained, handing the hunter a couple of folded button-ups, new ones that glenn got him on his last run after carol asked him to. daryl nodded gratefully and was about to get up and leave when hershel sat next to him on the steps, a hand on the hunter's shoulder.

"you know..." the older man started, his gaze on you as you laughed with carl, "this world offers few but precious joys these days. when we find someone who makes life a little brighter, who eases our burden even a small bit, that's a gift we'd be fools not to embrace."

daryl glanced at hershel, his eyes pleading for answers underneath uncertainty. hershel continued, "love gives us purpose to keep fighting. it soothes our souls when times are darkest. don't be afraid to open your heart, son, life is too short and brutal not to seize happiness where you find it."

chewing on his bottom lip, daryl nodded, his eyes on you while you waved at carol, hershel, and him, wishing everybody goodnight, carl did the same when you silently reprimanded him for not doing so.

"i love 'er?" daryl asked, but it sounded more like a confession. hershel laughed before he slowly got up from his seat.

"that's a question only you have the answer to, son. goodnight," with a pat on daryl's shoulder, the man made his way to his cell.

that night daryl stayed up for hours deciphering his own feelings. it scared him to be in love with you because any outcome could be negative. you either felt the same and it would make him feel worse if something ever happened to you; he'd have more to lose. or, you didn't feel the same and he'd be rejected, which would make him feel like shit.

but hershel's words played on daryl's mind on repeat, and they made more sense with each second, so with a new determination, he allowed sleep to take him, eager to start the next day.

the next morning he woke up before the sun, as usual. throwing on yesterday's jeans after figuring they were clean enough, and a clean button-up with cut-off sleeves, he headed to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to find you there already.

you were brewing coffee and smiled when you saw him approaching. butterflies.

"hi, dar," your soft voice greeted him as you handed him a cup of coffee. the coffee was a little stale, but it felt like a luxury nowadays. he nodded in response and as a thank you for the coffee. "oh, look, i washed this one yesterday!" you mentioned, fixing the collar of his shirt quickly.

"'s getting dirty again today, sorry 'bout that," he added, gulping down his drink and placing the empty glass on the counter when he was finished, attempting to avoid eye contact. he heard you saying something like 'It's okay' while getting your bow and arrows. once both were ready, you headed out, saying goodbye to glenn and maggie who were on watch.

the walk to the woods was silent, but not uncomfortable. he knew you were still sleepy because getting you to shut up was an issue when you were awake enough. not that he minded your talkativeness, he actually found it endearing, but it wasn't ideal for hunting.

as you crept through the woods, daryl seemed lost in thought. when he found a deer trail and pointed it out, you noticed his hands were uncharacteristically unsteady. "yea wanna try leadin'?" he asked, surprising you.

remembering everything he'd taught you before, you led the two of you, following the trail, and keeping an eye on the ground in deep concentration. you were doing pretty good, earning many quiet compliments from him.

suddenly daryl's hand closed around your wrist, stopping you.

"wait. i...there's somthin' I gotta say," for what felt like the first time today, he looked into your eyes, his icy blue eyes looking particularly warm. "been thinkin'. thinking 'bout how...when we're together, the bad shit disappears, even just for a while."

your heart swelled at this rare show of vulnerability. still, he struggled to voice deeper feelings. your hand found his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. daryl's throat bobbed in a swallow. "what I'm tryin' to say is... yer important to me. more than most. an' I was wonderin'... i... if," he sighed, why was this so fucking difficult?

looking away, he chewed on his bottom lip, but you stopped him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest where he could feel your heart. "i'm nervous too," your voice was quiet, but it grounded him, "'cause I feel the same way, daryl."

his eyes bounced between your lips and your eyes, "yea do?" you nodded and hummed.

"i'm sorry i didn't say anything before, but i... i don't know, i get a little shy around you," you shrugged, taking a deep breath.

his eyes widened subtly, looking like you just told him something absolutely insane. It made you giggle. "why?"

"because you're handsome and strong and smart and perfect and i really like you," your hands gently cupped his cheeks, tilting your head to the side a little, adoring eyes tracing his features. "i love you."

that was the confirmation he needed to lean forward, trapping your lips with his in a slow kiss, almost hesitant. your hand found the back of his head, pulling him closer. his lips molded perfectly against yours, and his strong hands felt perfect as they found your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your clothed skin.

it felt like fireworks inside you.

he pulled you even closer, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth which you gladly allowed. the taste of him almost made you melt. you wished you could tattoo the sensation of his kiss into your brain and remember it forever.

only because of the lack of air did you pull away, breathing heavily and with dilated pupils. "i love ya too, sunshine," he confessed, smiling in a way you hadn't ever seen before. so perfect.

taglist: @ledgeria16

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon headcanons #twd fanfiction #twd

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teddybeartoji · 3 months

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suggestive; gn!reader

thinking about helping oikawa stretch after practice.

he's all sweaty and musty and he's clinging to you, asking – no, absolutely begging you with his pretty brown eyes, for you to help him. and obviously you can't say no to him, so that's how you find yourself in this position – he's on his back, scruntching his eyebrows as you press his knees up to his chest. his flexible body begs for you to angle your own hips against his in order to properly give him the stretch he needs. his cheeks are tinted pink and his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth and it's really hard to not get any ideas. it's wrong – you know it is! this is your good friend and you're just helping him and there's nothing weird about this position and—

a loud moan rips from his lips and your eyes almost fall out of your head as warmth creeps up your neck. he doesn't even say anything about it, he just grabs onto your wrists to make sure you don't pull away.

"d-don't!" you stammer when a quieter but no less lewd noise escapes him. you feel your hands get clammy as your fingers sink into his calves.

oikawa cracks his one eye open to ask what the problem is. he doesn't see what's wrong in the slightest. his brown hair is splayed on the floor like a masterpiece with some of the strands sticking to his forehead and nobody should be allowed to look this good after a rough practice.

"don't make those sounds..." you whisper as you lean more into him when you feel the resistance in his body falter.

"wha– ahh...t sounds?" his eyes shut again and he sucks in a breath, puffing out his reddened cheeks. his knees fall more to his sides, opening up the space between them and you move closer on instinct.

"tho- those ones, idiot! you're making it weird!"

your hips are now completely flush against his and he lets out another pained whine. taking one of your hands from his calf, you place it on top of his mouth instead and his eyes shoot open in an instant.

he didn't even think about this position like that, genuinely oblivious to the suggestiveness of it. the stretch in the backs of his thighs feels good but you on top of him feels even better. your body feels warm against his and his eyes flick down to where you're connected. at that you try to pull away, afraid that now you've made it weird but he stops you.

"c'mon.. don't go." his hands wrap around your biceps as his eyes burn into your avoidant ones. "you have to help me with the next one too."

blinking down at him, you gulp, unable to refuse him. oikawa twists under you, barely taking his eyes off of you as he straightens out his one leg and folds the other up and to the side.

this position is no less suggestive than the last one – it still requires you to press up right against him to help him out. his fingers grasp at your sleeve to break you from your haze and you shuffle closer again.

bodies glued together, your hands dig into his thigh as you try to not focus on your friends face. nor the proximity. from behind you, you hear a row of snickers – without turning around, you know his teammates are making fun of you for falling into their captains alleged trap.

"see, this isn't so bad..." oikawa's soft flesh is back between his teeth as he forces his body to relax under you. you quietly glare at him, just hoping he won't say or do anything weird anything, hoping that he'll let you just leave and breathe for a moment—

"h-harder."

...

you press your eyes shut as your body threatens to overheat. putting almost all of your bodyweight onto his, you watch his eyes roll back inside his skull and you hold back a flustered groan. why is he like this?

slowly peeking from underneath your eyelashes, his scrunched up face almost kills you and it's hard to keep your thoughts at bay – they just come flooding in and you feel like a terrible friend. he's like this with everyone, so why are you even thinking about it? you are the one who's making it weird and you should stop.

"hey! no more fooling around! we gotta lock up, so move your asses!" iwaizumi breaks your pervy little bubble and you find oikawa staring right back at you. his cheeks are still pink even though the practice ended a good while ago. he gives you one of his big bright smiles as he moves his leg from his body to your other side, leaving you kneeling right between his thighs.

"thanks for that!" his voice betrays nothing about what he really feels in this moment, about what he feels in his lower abdomen. he pushes himself up and before he goes to leave for the changing room, he looks down at you and boops your nose with a laugh.

you stay glued to your spot for a good moment, iwaizumi's loud voice being the thing to tear you from the floor. you stumble to grab the remaining bottles and towels from the floor and make for the exit, letting the man close up behind you.

you mutter a quiet goodbye to him and hurry off, telling him that you have some other stuff to attend to. he doesn't question it – he's fully aware of the effect oikawa can have on a person. and on their body.

+ inspired by this iwaoi art on twt!!!!! i thought it was so funny n cute so i had to write something for it!!!!

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elibean · 2 years

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I’m slowly falling into orufrey hell send help

#text post #i nyoomed thru wha about a week ago and look #its not the masterpiece i expected it to be #theres some stuff that just happens and im like ‘yeah ok this is happening just bc the plot requires it’#or ‘this is happening purely to create drama’#HOWEVER #there is no denying the art is absolutely gorgeous #and while some of the characters are a little one-dimensional i still enjoy them #and qifrey……..#have i mentioned lately i love morally grey characters. HAVE I #BC HOT DAMN #and anyway as it relates to this post #his whole EVERYTHING with ogurio is so. yes #and there is actually like a 0.1 percent chance of them being canon given the mangaka’s like #yk that she favorites fanart of them and has a gay pride flag in her twitter handle lol #anywayyyyy

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shebunie · 6 months

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What if reader had a little too much sake and Mizu has to take care of them and reader goes on a tangent about how beautiful they are and how much they love her. It’s silly but I think it can be so sweet to see mizu loved like that!

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘁- 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟵𝟯𝟳 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗱

“y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.” you slurred. Mizu raised a skeptical eyebrow, a rare crack in her usual stoic demeanour. The dimly lit room seemed to shimmer a bit as the effects of the sake intensified for you. With an awkward stumble, you attempted to express your admiration more coherently.

Mizu couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in her chest, touched by your tipsy admiration. “You're like a beautiful flower. A flower in a world of... water,” you stumbled over your words, your enthusiasm evident despite the alcohol-induced haze.

"Eyes, like a calm lake under the moonlight, dark hair, like the night sky. A masterpiece, Mizu," you declared with a tipsy grin.

Mizu sighed, torn between irritation and a subtle hint of amusement. She found herself caught in a situation she never anticipated – nursing a drunk companion who seemed determined to shower her with affection. As you continued your heartfelt monologue, she couldn't help but notice the sincerity behind your words.

"I never knew you had a poetic side," Mizu remarked, her eyes softening just a fraction. "But you need to sober up. That’s enough for tonight.”

Undeterred, you clumsily reached out, attempting to cup her face with unsteady hands. "No, no, stay with me please."

Mizu's stony facade wavered for a moment as she gently pushed your hands away. "You're not in your right mind. Drink some water," she suggested, trying to redirect the conversation.

But you persisted, your intoxicated enthusiasm unwavering. "Water won't change how I feel about you." Mizu, accustomed to being the strong and silent type, found herself caught off guard by your declarations. She guided you towards a glass of water, a subtle rosiness tinted her normally composed expression.

As you rambled on about love and beauty, Mizu discovered that even the most stone-cold hearts could be stirred by unexpected warmth. Between your slurred words and giggles, she discovered a deeper connection, one that went beyond the usual interactions.

The first light of dawn painted the room in soft hues, Mizu settled you into a makeshift bed, tucking you in with a care that contradicted her usual tough exterior. "Sleep it off. We can talk about this when you're sober," Mizu whispered, her fingers brushing through your hair.

The vulnerability at that moment was a shared secret, a bridge between two souls who had unexpectedly found solace amid intoxication. Eventually, as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, leaving Mizu to reflect on the whimsical and endearing moments of the night.

Sitting beside your peacefully sleeping form, Mizu's eyes traced the details of your flushed face. She found herself captivated by the vulnerability in your slumber, the chaotic charm that had surfaced in your intoxicated state. For a moment, her stoic demeanour wavered as a faint smile played on her lips.

Gazing down at your exposed shoulder, Mizu felt a strange mix of emotions. She raised an arm to adjust your clothing to keep your decency. Until a hand grasped hers, Mizu froze, your fingers gently closed around hers. The warmth of your touch sent a subtle shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she hesitated. Her stoic façade wavered as she met your gaze, searching for any sign that your mumbled words held a deeper meaning.

A soft smile played on your lips as you stirred, your eyes half-lidded and filled with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I love you so much, you'll stay with me right?" you repeated, the question carrying an unexpected weight.

Mizu's blue eyes, usually as serene as a still pond, betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. She considered the unspoken implications of your words, the subtle shift in the air that seemed to hold the promise of something more intimate.

A moment of silence lingered between you, the room bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Then, Mizu nodded, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. "I'll stay," she replied, her voice a whispered assurance that held a depth beyond the surface.

As you settled back into a peaceful slumber, Mizu remained seated by your side. The room, once filled with the remnants of drunken revelry, now transformed into a sanctuary of quiet intimacy. The dawn light painted soft patterns on the walls, casting a warm glow on both of you.

Mizu found herself studying the contours of your face with a newfound tenderness. The lines that had surfaced in your sleep added a layer of authenticity to the moment. It was as if the sake-induced confessions had paved the way for a connection that transcended the usual boundaries.

Unspoken emotions lingered in the air, and Mizu couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle shift in the dynamic. The touch of your hand had breached the walls she had carefully erected, inviting a closeness that went beyond the camaraderie.

In the quiet intimacy of that morning, Mizu realized that sometimes, unexpected moments held the power to rewrite the scripts of our lives. As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm embrace over the room, Mizu committed herself to staying by your side, not just in the aftermath of a drunk night but in the unfolding chapters of a story that seemed destined to be written in shared glances, whispered words, and the gentle entwining of fingers.

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theaceofarrows · 2 years

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Bruce: Boys, care to explain these headlines that came up on my news feed?

Bruce: Like this for example? [Pulls up a pic of a headline reading "Dick Grayson, is he in fact Gotham's gift to bisexuals everywhere? According to residents of neighbor cities the answer is a resounding yes. Here is their thought process"]

Dick: What do you do want me to say Bruce? That's the God honest truth!

Bruce: Just... Fine. I'll ignore that

Bruce: And Jason? [Pulls up an article reading "Jason Todd son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, recently nominated for Pulitzer price for his bestselling novel that was inspired by a fanfiction of Shakespeare's Hamlet he wrote in his teenage years"

Jason: Are you fucking kidding me?! After all my hard work. After I pour my heart and soul into that MASTERPIECE, they have the nerve to mention YOU?!

Bruce: Wha- no. That's not what I meant at all- I mean, just when did you have time to publish a novel? And when did it become a bestseller?

Jason: What? You think I don't have a life outside this family? You surprised I'm such a gifted writer?! Gosh Bruce! [Leaves]

Bruce: [tired sigh] Never mind... Tim, I'm afraid to ask. But what's this? [Pulls up a headline reading "Is young Wayne Enterprises CEO Tim Drake, a know black coffee addict actually a pumpkin spice connoisseur? Local Starbucks employee claims to have witnessed it first hand]

Tim: That wasn't me

Bruce: This wasn't you...? [Shows a picture of a badly disguised Tim running out of a Starbucks with a Coffee cup]

Tim: [looking Bruce straight in the eyes] Nope

#incorrect batfamily quotes #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #batdad #batfam #batfam shenanigans #sorry this is so long #was this based on my previous shitposts?#yes. yes it is #i can't believe i spent so much effort on this #fanfic writer jason is real #sorry for my terrible grammer

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herecomethatboi · 27 days

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Dbd killers x gn!reader pt. 3

Part 3 of mc getting slammed against the wall lol

Guys I need more, feel free to send me any kind of request (nsfw abc, sfw abc, more parts for this silly series etc)you have and i'll gladly write them all :D (when my final exams are finally over hahaha)

Also, I was drunk when I wrote this and I trust drunk-me with writing. He's better at writing than sober-me, so here's an unedited "masterpiece"!

ENJOYYYY 🩷🩷

The Mastermind:

At the start of the match you saw the gray metal box right next to you and knew exactly who you were up against.

You weren't thrilled at all, Wesker or "Mastermind" -as the Entity called him- was such a try hard with his skillful dashes, that you sometimes questioned if he actually was just doing it since "it's better strategy" and not for the fact he enjoys doing stunts like that.

You sighed as you rummaged around the other normal chest you found -since you forgot to equip an item- and found a flashlight, which was perfect.

Then, you heard his little chuckle Wesker does, before he dashes and was swept up immedietly and thrown quite far away.

You groaned at the impact, but got up and ran, the killer close on your tail.

Just in time, you found a pallet and smacked it on top of his head, flashed the flashlight into his face -which usually angers him a lot- and then ran more.

This back and forth between you two continued, and three gens already popped, which you were glad about.

But, alas, your confidence came back to bite you in the ass.

Wesker caught you again, slammed you against the shack, and just kept you there, while he grinned.

"Caught you now." The killer was so so close, your lips almost touched.

He was amused in his own twisted way. An ordinary human made him run so much, but in the end, was caught easily.

"Gonna hook me now?" You squeked out, your throat was held tight with the uwuburos, making breathing difficult.

Awh, you're adorable. A little mouse, if you will. Wesker knew the Entity's rules, but eventually, he will have his fun with you.

Another gen popped.

"Oh no, i'm keeping you here." He said, gave you a little peck on the lips, just to confuse you even further. Nootherreasonwhatareyoutalkingabout.

Then stepped away, but the virus stayed, locking you against the wall. "Your performance was above average. Congratulations." He bowed. "You gained the tiniest respect from me."

He left with a smirk. You tried to claw away the black thing that just didn't seem budge or tear away. So, you gave up. You looked up into the fake dark sky, thinking...

What the Hell did you get into.

The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger):

The dream realm was a tricky thing to navigate in. You sometimes were weirded out by the bloodpools that scared the living shit out of you, when you accidently stepped into them.

Today, there were no generators. Which made you uneasy. What the heck is going on?

You walked into the main building and tried to listen.

Then, the laugh. That annoying, weird, freaky laugh Freddy made, then you were in the dream realm. You looked around, like a deer in headlight. Trying to listen in on the killer.

"What the Hell is going on?" You asked out loud. You turned around and there he was, leaning against a generator that was NOT there a second ago.

"A new game." He simply amswered with a grin. Freddy seemed too happy. "A little gift from the Entity to me."

"Okay, but wha-"

"Shhh shhh shhh let me finish."

"Sorry."

"Khm. So, easy," he leaned away from the gen and stepped toward you, "you find the fake generator, and you win a price!" His grin told you there was a twist.

"If I don't?"

"... you'll know." He said with a childish innocence. "Good luck!" Then he disappeared.

Great.

After God knows how long, you finally found the fake generator. Which made it bleed, just like in normal trials, and Freddy appeared.

"Now, that wasn't that difficult, was it?"

"What the Hell is your game, Freddy?"

"Making out with you."

"What??" Before your shock truely registered, you were up against the bloody generator with him kissing you roughly.

You tried to push against him, but there was no use, of course there wasn't, you mentally rolled your eyes.

So, you just let it happen.

The kiss wasn't... Bad. You sadly had to admit.

Freddy held you surprisingly gently by the waist and neck. But his kiss was bruising and he did bite your lower lip more than once.

You started to actually kiss back and held his waist in one hand, while the other was on his shoulder.

Why were you kissing back? What the Hell is wrong with you? You don't know, but it feels... Right?

Then, you woke up wide eyed. You blinked a thousand times and just stared above you. The roof of your tent cleared up from the blurry image it was. Then you just... Licked you lip, feeling it was dry and had a smoky taste.

WHAT. THE. HELL????

#dead by daylight #dbd x gn reader #dbd x reader #freddy krueger #freddy kruger x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #x gn reader #gn reader

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flymmsy · 5 months

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For durgetash smut, how about anything involving rope play or shibari?

Gender Neutral Durge for this one (left very ambiguous)! Gortash needs a break and Durge knows how to deliver.

18+ Smut NSFW Word Count: 1.6k (lol again. Lied about these being “short”.) Tags: Bondage, rimming, nipple clamps, cock ring, anal fingering, blowjobs, handjobs, sub!gortash, dom!durge. Warnings: Dub Con, Durge-Typical Descriptions of Violence, Durge Chloroform Solutions ™

Gortash had been pouring over schematics for days – insisting he was on the edge of a breakthrough with the “Steel Watch” plans. Durge, on the other hand, insisted he was on the edge of a breakdown.

“Leave me be,” he’d grumble, and no amount of sweet whispers of flaying him alive could tear him from his desk. Having had enough of this situation, Durge was left to find a solution of their own design.

They stood on Gortash’s balcony, watching through the window as the lordling scribbled furiously at his desk on yet another late evening. Carefully, they picked the window lock before slithering inside, melting into the shadows. They approached Gortash with ginger steps, not wanting to alert him to their presence. When they were just a step or two away from the back of his chair, their hand went to reach into their pack, pulling out –

“I told you to leave me be, Durge.” Gortash’s voice was curt, and he didn’t look up from whatever he was working on. Durge froze for a moment before switching tactics, stepping from the shadows.

“What gave me away?” Durge’s voice was warm as they met the back of Gortash’s chair.

“If I give away all my secrets, I’ll never get any work done,” Gortash scoffed, still denying Durge his full attention. Durge rolled their eyes before leaning forward, running one of their hands down Gortash’s chest.

“You’ve been working too much, lately,” they cooed, masking the slight rustle of their other hand in their pack.

“I’m hardly in the mood for – “ Gortash’s words were cut off by a heavy hand pressing a thick cloth to his face, smothering his cry of alarm. Durge hummed, smiling while holding him in place through his short-lived struggle.

“You will be.”

Durge groaned in appreciation, looking down at their masterpiece. Gortash, still asleep, was laid on his back in his own bed and had been artfully tied up like the prettiest present Durge had ever seen. An intricate series of ropes and knots wrapped around the expanse of Gortash’s gorgeous chest. Durge had enjoyed framing his pecs – leaving his nipples deliciously exposed. Gortash’s arms and hands were beneath him, having been tied behind his back. Most importantly, Gortash’s legs had been frogtied – both thighs and calves perfectly pressed together by three tight circles of rope. To ensure they could really have some fun, Durge had connected the leg ties to the ropes across Gortash’s chest, leaving the lordling no choice but to be fully spread on display.

Practically giddy, Durge reached back into their pack to retrieve the final touches. They leaned over the tied-up tyrant, pressing a light kiss to each nipple before placing a small clamp on each one. They kissed their way down skin and rope before settling between Gortash’s legs, slipping a firm ring over the lord’s flacid cock and securing it around his balls.

Satisfied, Durge decided it was time for their toy to wake up. They took Gortash’s soft cock into their mouth and began to lightly suck until they could feel his body begin to stir. What began as small twitches across Gortash’s body grew into full jerks as he regained consciousness.

“Wha…” Gortash’s voice was soft at first, and at the sound of it, Durge gave his cock a harder suck. He was half hard now, before he even knew what was going on.

Gortash’s head shot down to look at Durge, straining his neck from his comprised position. His eyes then darted across his own body, growing wide when they realized what was happening. When he returned to meet Durge’s gaze, rage radiated off of him. Durge, on the other hand, looked up at the lord innocently, allowing their tongue to lap at the sides of his cock.

“Let. Me. Go.” Gortash commanded. To his credit, his voice carried that certain tone of authority granted to the Banite due to his position. However, its effect was severely limited. Durge theorized that perhaps the God of Tyranny was not as eager to grant powers to his Chosen while he was all tied up in such a compromising position. Durge only laughed in response and shook their head, allowing their lips to drag back and forth over Gortash’s cock.

“Damn it!” Gortash growled, “Guards!” At this, Durge laughed again, lifting their hand and wiggling their fingers to reveal the pocket of silence that encased the edges of the room.

Options dwindling, Gortash returned his attempts to Durge. “Stop this now. I have to –”

Durge’s hand came to rest on Gortash’s balls, giving his sack a tight squeeze. A choke escaped the tyrant’s throat in place of his words.

“You,” Durge began, continuing to lap up the sides of Gortash’s cock. He was now fully hard, and Durge smirked in satisfaction at the obvious strain of the cock ring around him, “do not have to do anything except enjoy this.”

“Durge – ” Gortash gave one final protest.

“Relax, Enver.” With that, Durge took Gortash’s cock back fully into their mouth, sucking hard. Gortash’s head fell back against the bed in both resignation and pleasure. In the back of Gortash’s mind, he hoped he had put up just enough of a fight to receive Bane’s eventual forgiveness for this indulgence.

Durge was relentless in their ministrations - sucking at his tip, leaving his cock weeping, allowing their lips to tease the ridge of his head just the way he liked. Every once in a while, they allowed their teeth to graze him lightly, which sent a shudder through Gortash’s body. They took his cock deep into their throat, allowing him to bottom out in their mouth, ripping a moan from him. Nose pressed against his stomach, Durge stretched their tongue out even further to swipe against Gortash’s balls, eliciting a delicious sob.

At that, Durge released Gortash’s cock from their mouth with a satisfying pop. “So needy today,” they taunted, “Have you even touched yourself this past week?”

Gortash remained silent, breathing heavily. Durge hummed, having their answer. They replaced their mouth with their hand, Gortash’s cock slick with their saliva which allowed them to pump him generously. Their mouth dipped to his balls, first kissing lightly, then licking, then sucking. Above them, Gortash had devolved into an erratic mess of noises.

They took each ball into their mouth, delighting in the taste of his skin against their tongue. The attention was driving Gortash absolutely mad, and Durge was sure he would have spilled by now were it not for the help of the cock ring. Before long, they allowed their tongue to wander to the underside of Gortash’s balls, the lord’s body jerking against his restraints in response. Durge smiled wickedly against his sack.

Then – finally – they allowed their tongue to dip lower, lapping at the tyrant’s exposed asshole.

Gortash’s head immediately shot back up off of the bed.

“Wait – ”

But Durge did not wait. They pressed their tongue harder against his hole, dragging it languidly along the puckering of his skin. Gortash’s cock twitched in Durge’s hand as his head fell back down against the bed with a groan.

Gortash had protested being rimmed out before, much to Durge’s dismay. They wanted to taste all of the lordling and knew that his reservations originated from some toxic Banite mentality. Durge would have none of it – if the tyrant was comfortable enough putting his cock into the mouth of a Bhaalspawn, then he could handle having his ass licked. Now, with Gortash at their mercy, Durge was determined to show him what he was missing.

Applying more pressure, Durge pressed the tip of their tongue past the threshold of Gortash’s ass, dipping inside him. At this, Durge could not hold back their own lewd moan, only distantly registering the mewls that were now escaping Gortash. Thrusting shallowly with their tongue, Durge drank in as much of Gortash as they could, their own breaths now coming quickly.

Durge could feel the first tingles of the Urge rising within them at the new taste of the tyrant, and forced themselves to pull away from Gortash’s ass with an annoyed groan. A pitiful sound escaped Gortash’s throat in question.

“Such a good boy for me,” Durge hummed, deflecting. Gortash moaned again, doing his best to move within his restraints to buck into Durge’s hand, desperation driven by the loss of Durge at his asshole.

“Told you you’d like it,” Durge taunted, sticking one of their own fingers into their mouth. When it was appropriately slick, they brought it to the rim of Gortash’s ass before pushing it in. A sharp cry, followed by another sob, escaped the lord.

Durge thrust their finger into Gortash’s asshole, adding a second finger before long. In their other hand, Gortash’s cock was straining painfully; his tip was red and raw and dripping pre cum. Durge leaned forward to lick the sweet liquid, before bringing their mouth back down to Gortash’s balls. They were insanely tight, and Durge almost found it difficult now to suck them into their mouth.

“Please,” a loud plea shot through the sounds of their fucking, Gortash losing all sense of tyranny.

Durge groaned, and with a few more thrusts, Gortash’s orgasm violently hit him. Cock in hand, Durge was sure to angle him so that the lord’s own cum decorated his bound body. Durge smirked as they guided Gortash through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Covered in your own cum?” they laughed, “See what happens when you don’t take a break, lordling?”

Gortash didn’t respond, still frantically panting. Durge slowly made their way up his body, licking up each drop of cum along the way. When they reached his face, Durge captured his lips in a sloppy kiss, forcing Gortash to taste himself. When the pair finally broke apart, all Gortash could manage was a whisper against Durge’s lips.

“Maybe…we can do that again some time.”

#enver gortash #bg3 #durgetash #durge #the dark urge #flymmsy writes #flymmsy writes durgetash #durgetash smut

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ordinaryschmuck · 2 months

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*Sighs*...Okay, yeah, Wish really IS bad

And I didn't want to go in thinking that. I went in with the most optimistic view possible. Because with EVERYONE treating this movie as the worst thing possible, a POX upon the house of mouse itself, I went in thinking that there's no WAY it's THAT bad. So when I finally watched, I decided...I was right. It's NOT that bad. But...Well...Let's get into it.

This is the part where I'd say "Positives First," to show off what worked before picking apart what didn't. Except that, aside from a few little moments and easter eggs that made me go, "Aw, that's cute," I'm coming up EMPTY. Every single thing--And I do mean EVERY SINGLE THING in this movie, from the animation, songs, characters, story, themes, ideas, and even EXECUTIONS...is ALMOST good. Every single aspect of this film ALMOST worked. The pieces are there and I can see just how this film could have been the masterpiece that was a CENTURY in the making. The problem is that there's ONE THING holding it back: Not enough time. And I don't just mean that the movie should have been longer. No, I mean that this movie needed another YEAR of production to tighten up EVERYTHING. Why's that? Well, let's go in order of the things I mentioned.

The animation is clearly trying to go for this mixed-medium style that movies like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish or Spider-Verse popularized. Those movies mixed hand-drawn animation with 3D models, making storybook illustrations or comic book art feel ALIVE. That's sort of Wish is going for. I hear people say that Disney's 100 year celebration should have been completely hand drawn to call back to their early years, but I tend to disagree. I think Disney making a movie that's mixed-medium is a better way to honor its one hundred years, taking the animation that made Disney huge and mixing it with modern CGI as a way to make it feel like a celebration of the old AND new. EXCEPT that it doesn't really look good, aside from certain screenshots. There are SOME still images where if you paused the movie at the right time you can get something that looks like a 2D image with CG touch-ups. For the rest of the movie, it looks like a modern CGI Disney film with a storybook filter slapped on it. It doesn't look TOO BAD when your eyes get used to it, but it doesn't stop the movie from feeling like it ALMOST hit the right mark. The only times it REALLY works is with Star.

Wha--No. No, not that one. That's the wrong Disney character named Star.

There he is. There's my little guy.

But look at him. He's a 3D character with hand-drawn touch-ups that really makes him feel like a 2D character brought to life. If the whole movie looked like HIM, then it would have been a revolutionary achievement for Disney. But it doesn't. Instead, it feels like a missed opportunity that would have worked better if they had more time to animate this film instead of leaving their animators scattered to the winds to make half-assed sequels or forcing out one to two projects every year.

There should have also been more attention given to the songs because...Oh my gosh, they're bad. They SOUND nice, I love the instrumentals and the POWER these people put into the vocals. "This Wish" and its reprise successfully gives me chills through how well they're sang and how epic the instruments make them. But the LYRICS...are messy. When you sit down and actually LISTEN to what's sung, it all just...BLEH. That's the best way I can describe it, I'm sorry! It's BLEH!

Why would a king in a fairytale kingdom in the distant past sing, "You're sure you're not the prob?"

"Throwing caution into every warning sign" doesn't come across as a person freeing herself from her insane king's vague warnings but ADHERING to them.

The way that Asha and King Magnifico sing about protecting wishes makes it sound like they're singing to EACH OTHER.

And "You're A Star." OH BOY! The song that's meant to explain how these animals can magically talk is just filled with allegories and allusions that think they explain EVERYTHING only to explain NOTHING. It's just vague nonsense that, again, SOUNDS nice, but offers no real substance. On its own, I guess I can get into it, but to tell a story, it falls apart. Because that's the difference when it comes to writing a regular song and writing a musical: You're not just making a good song, you're telling a story through MUSIC. Wish's soundtrack is one that's filled with catchy songs, but not ones that properly move the story forward. Not to mention how they're so jarringly out of character in cases like "This is the Thanks I Get." When Disney released the soundtrack, that was my favorite song because I felt like it perfectly fit this smug, egotistical prick who thought he was the best person alive. Turns out that's not what Wish was going for...Not entirely.

Magnifico feels like he's meant to be a mix between Gaston and Maleficent. A character that has a huge ego and loves himself more than anything, but has an incredible amount of power to make himself a threat. If done right, a villain like that could stand up to be with some of Disney's best. And, yeah, like everything else in this movie, he ALMOST works. When he's finally a villain, he's campy and over the top, making him entertaining...But notice how I said "When he's finally a villain." That's because Magnifico doesn't really become what he's meant to be until halfway through the movie. He starts off as a King with good intentions but paranoid ideals that doesn't make him evil, it makes him feel like a guy who needed evidence to prove that other magic isn't a threat. By the time he finally acts more like a Disney villain, it was such a jarring left turn that his sudden switch-up made me feel like it was somehow a nightmare sequence from Asha. He's NOTHING like the guy he starts out as, and it's not a natural change that flows well throughout the film. That's mainly because the story has a pacing problem worse than any movie I've seen. If King Magnifico's path to the dark side was slow and gradual, showing signs of his worst qualities first and make them more apparent as the film goes on, he would have worked INCREDIBLY. Instead, it comes across as his villainy was activated like someone flipped a switch in his brain that says, "Be evil now." It's the absolute REVERSE of a bad redemption story, mixed with a lazy explanation that it was dark magic that made him more corrupt when he should have been evil since minute one. And you want to know the worst part? He's probably the best character in this.

Asha...isn't bad. She's your standard quirky nice girl protagonist that Disney just LOVES to use, especially lately. It's just that Asha doesn't have that "Gets stuff done" attitude like Moana or Mulan, nor does she have the infectious charm like Maribel or Anna. Asha, instead, is a lot like her breakout song: Nice and enjoyably, but doesn't stand out from the biggest hits. As for her animal sidekick Valentino...He's not annoying, but he's not funny either. Honestly, his comedy peaked when it was revealed that this cute baby goat sounded like Clayface from that Harley Quinn cartoon. A joke, by the way, that got spoiled by the trailers, so it's not really AS funny in the movie. Honestly, Asha's SEVEN FRIENDS are funnier at times. Speaking of, those characters are very clearly meant to be the Seven Dwarfs. And it is VERY distracting because not only does it feel like only two or three of them are necessary to the plot, but they're the ONLY major reference that the movie shines a light on when it comes to Disney's history.

Would I have wanted this entire movie to be nothing but references of past Disney movies? Of course not. That's not how movies work. But Wish seems to have this problem where it doesn't really COMMIT to honoring Disney's legacy. The most it does is give the Seven Dwarfs human OCs, make them supporting characters, and throws in tiny little easter eggs here and there. Again, some of them are cute, but it's not enough. The same goes for when Wish tries to honor some of the tropes and cliches that Disney popularized. It's an animated musical with talking animals, a campy villain, an objectively pretty protagonist, and goofy sidekicks. But it takes more than ADDING that stuff to your movie in order to honor them. You need to look at what made those tropes and cliches work in the first place and make something that calls back to those classic films while still having something new to say. And Wish almost--ALMOST--has something new to say.

With everything surrounding King Magnifico and how he got more power with people's wishes, I almost thought Wish was going to be a film that called out modern Disney. At least, modern CORPORATE Disney, a company that takes ideas and thoughts created by dozens of talented people, twists them into something unrecognizable, and refuses to give those ideas back when choosing to do NOTHING with this great idea leaves them free of competition. And to stop something evil like that, you must make something of your own and work hard to make your idea yours instead of letting someone more powerful take it from you. I thought that would have been a GREAT message...But of course DISNEY wouldn't want a movie calling them OUT for their one hundred year victory lap. So, instead, we have a message that tries to get the same idea across, but in a simplified way where the wishes are taken LITERALLY and that the only way to get what you want is to wish hard enough for it. That is...NOT the message I want kids to learn from this as it often leads to bad expectations. If this movie tried an ironically anti-Disney message in ANY OTHER year, it would have a better chance of getting away with it. But for a hundred year celebration, there was no chance in hell.

Wish is NOT Disney's worst movie, but it's nowhere near the best. I love SO MANY of the ideas and what it TRIES to do, but there's a difference between good ideas and good executions. It was ALMOST good, but Wish was not the movie anybody was really wishing for...

#disney #wish critical #quick thoughts #what i thought about

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Omg omg your writing is just so😩😩😩

Could you do something where reader makes Hawks cum only from touching his feathers? And they’re both really surprised but both love it ? (Maybe she tortured him a lil with it after👀)

Sweetheart! Your words mean the world I swear ❤️ I'm so happy you enjoyed what you've read and thank you so much for adding my Shouto's piece to your recommendation list! 😍 I promise to always do my best!

Title : His feathers (prequel?)

Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ tw! BDSM but nothing too intense

Notes : I suppose you've read His feathers right? Since your request is also about how sensitive Hawks' feathers are, I thought why not make this as sort of a prequel to that drabble? You obviously don't have to read one to understand the other. They can also be viewed as separate pieces.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You have a theory, but not yet have you been offered the opportunity to test it. That is until..

_ "So, should we try it?" You ask seductively batting your eyelashes and propping your chin in the palm of your hand.

_ "This is stupid but you're welcome to try." He huffs crossing his arms and giving you a side look.

His feathers are sensitive, that part is already well known, but how sensitive are they? That's the real question.

_ "Alright, but you will have to follow my instructions to the letter. This is my experiment and I don't want you messing it up." You move to kneel between his legs and immediately proceed to unbuckle his belt.

_ "Wha..! Here?! Why not in our bedroom?" He yelps flinching as he watches you tugging his pants down along with his underwear, just enough to free his limp cock.

_ "Tsk, need some more time little birdy?" You click your tongue teasingly before cocking an eyebrow: "But I guess this is perfect for our experiment, let's see if we can get something out of it."

He is at a loss for words, eyes wide open and mouth ajar. Why did he agree to this?

Frankly, neither of you is that certain it would work, but it never hurts to try, and no matter the outcome you will at least put this issue to rest once and for all.

You stand back up, smirking suggestively as you hold a blindfold in one hand, and velvet cuffs in the other.

_ "If we want to give it a fair shot, we'll have to suppress your senses as much as needed which means, you're not allowed to touch or look at me."

_ "Muzzle me while you're at it." He spits out sarcastically but you can tell he's enjoying himself.

_ "Don't tempt me sweetheart." You kiss his scrunched up nose before blindfolding him.

_ "Hands behind your back please." You instruct and he wordlessly obliges.

You take a few steps back to admire your masterpiece. He's all yours to play with, and you're almost tempted to blow this whole thing off and ride him properly.. almost.

_ "What now?" He's struggling against his restraints and it is a sight to behold.

_ "Now all you have to do is spread your wings and leave everything else to me." You shed your garments and bite down on your lip as your hand travels down to ghost over your own heated pussy.

It's an experiment, but who said you shouldn't have some fun while performing it?

You approach him slowly, eyes studying his awakening cock as it rests on his stomach, and straddle his lap while making sure your bodies aren't touching.

You're on your knees now, legs on each side of him, and you can't resist giving him a playful kiss before starting.

You place your hands gently on his wings, smoothing out his soft feathers and watching his features closely. So far, no visible reaction.

You look down, his cock is rock hard already, but that's probably due to your previous teasing more than anything else.

You press hard on his feathers, grazing your nails along them and voilà!

He flinches and struggles some more against his cuffs as he grits his teeth. Not being able to see or touch you is driving him mad.

You love having control over him for a change, and this new found power is intensifying your arousal.

You move one hand to your pussy, and keep the other exactly where it is. It's time to go one step further.

You fondle yourself slowly and gaze at him through heavy eyes, your other hand is now pulling at his feathers teasingly.

_ "Fuck.. at least take off my blindfold. I wanna fucking see you." He growls as sweat beads started forming on his skin.

_ "No.. not yet." You struggle to sound nonchalant as you do not want to give him more stimulus by allowing him to picture the state you're in. You love him, but he's an asshole, and you know for a fact that in case this works, he'll claim it's because of "how sexy you sounded". There is no way he'll admit defeat so easily.

You push two fingers inside your fluttering pussy and fuck yourself slowly just the way your boyfriend would.

You watch his heaving chest closely and notice the blush dusting across his cheeks. His dick is spewing precum and you can already taste victory.

Your fingers start moving faster in and out of your gushing cunt, and the ones on his wing are now tightening their grip on the feathers.

_ "Fuck! Babe wait don't pull so hard!" Hearing his whines is bringing you closer to ecstasy.

However, you do the exact opposite of what he asked, and then some..

You pull a little harder and lean closer sticking out your tongue to lick a straight line along his feathers before biting down on them.

_ "No! Stop damnit!" He shudders coming undone beneath you and you suddenly see ropes of his sperm shooting out to hit his clothed chest: "Fuck! Y/n baby!"

He tilts his head back spasming violently as his breathing becomes ragged. You lean in, kissing his neck and moaning against his skin before creaming around your fingers and falling limp on top of him...

_ "So.. it's possible.. I didn't really think it was.. interesting." You struggle between gasps as you nuzzle his chest.

_ "Yeah.. me neither to be honest.. wow." He finally lifts his head back up and speaks more steadily: "Release me will you?"

You obey and he can finally see what he's been missing.

_ "Not fair." He protests caressing your luscious thighs and squeezing hard.

_ "What do you mean 'not fair'? I just made you cum by simply playing with your feathers! If anything, you should be grateful." You wink offering him a cocky smirk that soon turns into giggles when he rolls his eyes as he realizes that a world of teasing is awaiting him.

_ "Alright then, how about a reward for your efforts?" He grins squeezing your butt cheeks to assert his point.

However, a reward is not what lies ahead, but rather a night of vengeance and some more experimenting with this new discovery..

@yesitsmewhataboutit

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psychokitty-themafiabitch · 3 months

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Jumping on the train because I finally played this masterpiece (without lag that is) and daaaaaamn, was I shitting bricks 😀

And while I do have a strong opinion on how all the smiling critters DO ACTUALLY AGE because this is not FnaF lore and it's more of a science thing (where they transplant the organs rather than all the bullshit with kids' souls and blah blah..).

*inhale* I've made an AU where the kids are actually older teenagers/ young adults, so y'all can chill out.

And basically, what I did here is pair up Theo with my oc Nyx

they've known each other when Theo was still human

her name is Nyx Sawyer and she's the daughter of Dr. Sawyer (fuck-ass who worked on the bigger bodies initiative <3 )

there's a two-year age gap between them (Theo is 18 while Nyx is 16)

after surviving the Hour of Joy, she resorts to cannibalism because there's literally nothing else to eat and Catnap doesn't mind showing her how to gutt a living toy at all

as for her support for the Prototype... she can't stand him

*glares at Catnap*

Catnap: "wha-?"

Nyx: "No, cuz I'm done w this bullshit!"___ "Because I can't believe it's finally me and you, and you and me, just us... AND YOUR FRIEND StEVe!" *aggressively points at 1006 in the corner*

#oc #poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime catnap #catnap #smiling critters #theodore grambell #digital art

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mrsnancywheeler · 4 months

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post-break up Finnick and reader are so ‘The Winner Takes It All’ by ABBA

“nothing more to say, no more ace to play”

this can be both Snow telling Finnick to break it off with his sweet girl and also reader having to accept that Finnick is leaving her. the hopelessness of the lyric is so devastating because reader and Finnick are both so powerless in the situation, there’s literally nothing either of them can do.

“The winner takes it all, the loser standing small”

yet again this can be perceived as both Finnick and reader. In Finnick’s case, Snow is the winner and he is the loser. Snow has taken everything from Finnick, and now he’s taking his ultimate happiness away from him, his sweet sweet girl. his everything. But it can also be reader. From her perspective, Finnick is the winner. He gets to keep his reputation as the golden boy heartbreaker while she is minimised into a ‘clingy’ and ‘overbearing’ girlfriend.

“Besides the victory, that’s her destiny”

the only thing i think of is readers fate when i hear this. her getting sent to the hunger games is both a punishment for her and Finnick. but who knows, maybe Snow knew that if he purposely reaped reader, she would win. Not only would she have Finnick by her side (Cause Snow knew he still loved her) but she also just has the personality of a victor. Snow knew she would be a favourite, being a victor was her destiny.

“i was in your arms, thinking i belonged there”

PLEASE IM SOBBING

That line speaks for itself, reader really did think she belonged with Finnick, that she belonged in his arms, and she does. She always knew she belonged with Finnick, except the breakup confused that. her heart and her head were no longer in unison because her logic was telling her to just forget Finnick, that she didn’t belong in his arms and never will, but her heart was telling her otherwise. It was telling her that she did in fact belong with him, even if he broke her heart. that’s why she dates Becket, to try and make her head and her heart one again, except that could never happen unless she was with Finnick. Her head and her heart could never be in unison again because Finnick has her heart and she has his.

I could use so many more lyrics from that masterpiece of a song, but i shall stick with three. but bro their story is such a tragic lovers story it HURTS😭 forget Romeo and Juliet, the two real tragic starcross’d lovers are Finnick and his sweet girl

-🌺 anon

they absolutely are, so abba coded overall (I also see this song as conway and reader in the games and like the realization conway has of what she's done and then when she hits him with that spear and he realizes he's done, that she'll win, anyways-)

finnick wants to play a card so bad, to do something to change it, but he can't because he's scared that if he stays with her something terrible will happen. and reader can't just refuse to accept what finnick says, nothing she will do will change his decision.

snow has forced finnick to be in the hunger games at 14, forced him into trafficking with threats, forced him to be a constant performer, and now he can't even have the person he loves, who grounds him, who makes it bearable all in the name of keeping Capitol customers pleased with him. and reader loses her escapist social life, the release from the neglect of her home life, time with her friends to get some sort of appreciation, the person she loved and adored. she has nothing but conway and the times finnick isn't doing anything to take up everyone else's time.

if reader didn't win it would have been a message that whatever finnick was doing still wasn't enough, that he still played to close to the fire and now it burnt him. however, snow is totally the type of person to be handing off a double edged sword, because he has eyes everywhere. he knows finnick still loves her, he knows he still walks the markets to see her, that he watches her. so if she wins, he can have her, at the cost that she'll go through exactly what he went through. so he has her, she's alive, but forever living a torturous existence.

in her and finnick's souls they know the belong together, but that some weird part of fate doesn't want them to be, or is always tearing them apart. reader grew up expecting that someday she'd end up with conway even though it didn't feel right, so she still tried to look for something else and she found it in finnick. all the sudden it all clicked, the stars aligned, until they were torn apart. then she had to live in a universe where she knew there was someone her heart longed for more then anyone in the universe, but she could never have. she tried to search for more then the fate set before her, going out with beckett, which doesn't work because it's neither the true love or the accepted path.

fun fact: abba actually wrote this song for them

here are some more lines that just hit different for them

"the gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice, and someone way down here loses someone dear"

"somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you, but what can I say? rules must be obeyed"

"I apologize, if it makes you feel bad, seeing me so tense, no self-confidence"

I love tragic romance so much and like fate constantly playing games with them, it hurts so good to know they belong together and in every life are being thrashed around 😭

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #the lakes #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #🌺 anon

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