OMG THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE I’M CRYING THANK U SM !!

tips/advice make sure u got rules thats very important and be a great cook

but besides that

fuck the diseases i came up with ion rlly feel like doing dat tbh

hopefully ill feel better again tomorrow

i threw up a few times and I got a fever of 102 so yea :/

Ty for the advice

I hope you get better ;-; don’t push yourself too much

STUCK

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#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping

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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.

It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.

But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.

❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.

He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.

You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.

THIS WAS SCRUMPTIOUS

HIS SWEET GIRL, avatar.²

characters — miles quaritch x female reader.

content w. — mature themes, dark romance, toxic behavior, blood, violence, character death(s), older man/younger woman, mentions of stalking, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, possession, sexual thoughts/fantasies, dark quaritch, abuse of power, nonconsensual touching, pet names, corruption kink &&. exhibitionism, unhealthy fixation, implications of overstimulation, masturbation, lolol smut!

small note — be aware that this is a dark fic.

WITH HIS HEAD DOWN . Quaritch was breathing heavily as he then took a moment to process everything , his uniform that was tidy and neat was now disheveled— his hair messed up as well. The Colonel needs more , a whole lot more than before , the hardened soldier sighed as he opened his eyes which was now half-lidded. Blinking a few times before gazing up at the wall with a unreadable expression , his mind went into a blurred tunnel for a few a second before remembering his girl. A soft blush formed on her face as if his scarred self wasn’t flushed enough. " Fucking hell , ( Name ). " A growl left his lips , it wasn’t a scowl— it was a lustful one. Quaritch shifted around and flickered his eyes down at the ground for once again. Shaking his head before leaning back on his leathered chair , thinking about you and only you.

His breath caught in his throat , he brought his hand up to grasp his red , sensitive cock which caused Quaritch to slip out a low hiss as he tilted his head further. " Fuck . . . " He huffed , his head tilting to the side as the Colonel’s thoughts were filled with you. Such an innocent girl— you were just begging for him , to be taken care of and spoiled rotten. The man adjust himself in his seat as those same fantasies of you flooded his mind once again , a deep blush appeared on his scarred face. You were just too innocent for a cruel world like Pandora and he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his sweetheart from those savages known as the Na’vi. You needed him and he knew it.

Sitting there in his office , his hand gripping onto the armrest that was attached to his leathered chair in a aggressive grasp as the other hand held onto his cock— Quaritch took a deep breath before his mind drifted back to you , his mind flooded with such fantasies. Ones that was kept for him to think about whenever he had the chance to , with his head tilted to the side , rested on the chair he was adjusted in— the Colonel kept on thinking about his sweetheart once again.

Just imagining how pretty you’d look laying on his desk , arching your back as he gripped onto those small hips. His face buried into that small cunt of yours as it drooled for his attention which he would gladly receive , toying with it as he began to eat you out as if you were his last meal. Listening to the sweet whines and moans leave those quivering lips that were swollen and puffy , hiccuping as Quaritch’s tongue would thrust inside your folds at a unforgivable pace.

The thought of having you near him was dangerous. But he loved it , and he wasn’t complaining at all.

Pinning you against the wall , nearby an area filled with people as he caresses the sensitive parts of your skin , leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over. Listening to those beautiful whines and whimpers leave your kissable lips— pleading and begging for him to stop. The Colonel loves being risky and having his pretty girl pinned down on the ground , ass up in the air as he takes you from behind. Taking the risk of being caught , Quaritch didn’t care if they were caught— he would remind those that you belong to him and him only. Making the prettiest sounds for him , crying and begging just drives him insane. Holding back the urge to just run into your quarters and take you right then and there but he knew that he had to be patient , waiting for the right moment to make his move on the pretty woman who would soon be his.

Without even realizing it , he slowly stroked himself. He lets out a raspy moan , his eyes shut tight as he began to pleasure himself once again. Feeling his cock twitch in response to his touch , with another grunt— his other hand gripped onto the armrest as he pumped his cock at a slow pace , wanting to take his time pleasing himself as he continued to think about you. Grunting and would sometimes moaning— babbling your name like it was a chant , he picked up the pace. Quaritch tilted his head down and gazed towards the mess he created after countless times of masturbating to you.

" Damnit , fuck fuck— ( Name ) . . . " He mumbled , squirming and shifting around his chair just a little before grasping onto his cock ever so slightly. Lifting up from the leathered chair of his as he leaned against the desk , taking a deep heavy breath for a moment. The Colonel began to thrust his hips and continued to fantasize about you once again , imagining how good and tight you would feel wrapped around him. Imagining those soft cries , babbling to him about how you can’t take it. Oh— but aren’t you a good girl ? You want to please him and make him happy ? He knows that for sure , so why not let daddy take care of his sweetheart. Want someone to take care of you and protect you for the rest of his life ? He’s the man you want and need.

Here he was , thrusting his hips. Deep growls and moans escaped his lips— rumbling through his chest , so close to cumming. Quaritch moved his hand a little for a moment , breathing heavily as he used his free hand to cover his mouth. Preventing more pornographic sounds— he wasn’t going to let anyone find out what he was doing. His hand soaked and covered in cum from countless amount of times of masturbating , beginning to desperately babbling your name over and over again. Panting hard as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand that grasped his cock tightly , his grip firm and gentle.

Softly gasping , his breath hitches , he slipped out another deep and raspy moan before cumming in his hand once again. His body shuddered , his other hand leaving his mouth and harshly gripping onto the edge of his desk. A deep sigh of relief escaped him , throwing his head back and facing the ceiling— breathing hard and heavily. Recovering from what just happened , sitting back down on his leathered chair while he continued to grasp his cock which started to loosen. Staring down at his hand that was covered with ropes of cum— a complete mess. Quaritch sighed and started calming down from his high before cleaning himself up and was on his way to find an excuse look for you.

mentions. @vonne-inc , @nervousd. — others who would like to be tagged in the next part of this fic , dm me and i’ll be sure to tag you.

XYMBIOTE.

bc im in a good mood rn. Here

Thats Miyo compared to Miles, let that sink in for a while.

Jejejejeje— this is doing something to me and I can’t explain it in words

Hi are you continuing your infatuation series or it it finished? I love it!

The series is still not finished so I am planning to continue writing about it! However, I haven’t uploaded the new chapter because I was hit with writers block

YANDERE ACADEMY KAKASHI

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#SYNOPSIS- general headcanon of yandere academy Kakashi

#WARNING(s)— manipulative, unhealthy obsession/thoughts

As years go by and friendship progresses, the demise of his father suicide happened. It had struck grief and shame in his core, his own father brought shame into their home, forsaken the name of the Hatakes. Many people blamed his father for the start of the upcoming third shinobi war. It was during those years where his personality had taken a huge one eighty degree counter clockwise. He had prioritied missions over comrades, listing off every rule he learned in the rulebook.

He had drifted off from your friendship resulting in you befriending others to fill that empty spot. You were intoxicating to be around with, an aura that drew people in. Which is exactly what drew Óbito Uchiha into your world. Kakashi was furious and enraged when he found out. How could someone like you hang out with an untalented dead weight brat like him? Who has a silly dream of becoming hokage? Kakashi would be far much suited for that title even if he didn’t want it.

At first Kakashi would only watch from afar. Hesitant to talk to you again, after what his father has done would you willingly be his friend again? But at last Kakashi came back into your life, little by little. Crawling back quietly without a hint of suspicion. He’s defensive when it comes to you, quick to come to your aid and slip in jabs whenever Óbito comes in the picture. He possessive of you, always by your side; ready to drive those close to you away. And yet Óbito stayed no matter how hard Kakashi tried to get rid of him.

Yet with his early graduation he couldn’t be by your side as much as he wanted to. Being the apprentice of a remarkable shinobi he couldn’t stay by you like he wanted too. Instead he’ll follow you home once his training was done or when he was given a break for his hard work. Scenting and rubbing his pheromones in every creak of your apartment. It was his duty as your future mate to ward off any suitors who have funny ideas to court you. Small talk here and there but at last it wasn’t enough to fulfill him. So imagine his surprise when you end up being part of his team, he was ecstatic to be your side. He wouldn’t have to worry about you being in the front lines all alone. No— you’ll have him. But his dream was shattered, there stood óbito by your side laughing and giggling like he was the love of your life.

It had enraged him, every little perk of yours was always met with blushing cheeks and twinkling eyes coming from Óbito. Not only that but it seemed as if you were a second choice to óbito— anyone could see the love struck look óbito would give to Rin. It’s like he didn’t know who to choose. No— If it we’re up to him you’ll be the only female in his life. Not some second choice. But he supposes it’s for the best. For once in his life he couldn’t help but want to thank Rin for existing. He would gladly take you away from Óbito while he would be distracted by Rin. The thought of you finally being his had him giddy by the end of the day.

But his happiness didn’t last much longer. Much came the faithful mission of destroying the Kanani Bridge resulting in the death of his teammate Óbito. He was heartbroken seeing you leave with Óbito to save Rin. But he couldn’t leave you with someone who couldn’t even protect himself. So he ventured off with you and Óbito. It was the day he gained a new eye and a new nindo. He vowed to protect you and Rin for the sake of upholding Óbitos wish and his own feelings. Yet, he wasn’t feeling much sorrow when Óbito died. Somewhere deep down he was glad Óbito died, he was finally removed from the picture and he’ll have you all to himself. Sure it had made him feel horrible inside but it was all bearable whenever he would look at you.

Im so fucking delulu it should be illegal

I got played...

i feel so damn stupid

It’s okay pookie— karma always comes to those who deserve it

tbh when spider meets us i feel like we gon like move out of his way or like push him back if he tries to hug us or sum cuz we can't stand to look at him.

HAHHAHA??— can you see the future?

sometimes i wonder if writing is worth my time

Well that depends ya know? Does it help you? Do you feel better when you write? Etc— it all depends on how you feel about writing. It doesn’t have to be forever— if your exhausted you can take a break. No one is hurrying you.

For example, I love writing. I’m not pursing it as a career but I just enjoy writing because I get to show people my writing and in return they leave comments and that totally makes my day 🫶

sunday I had a meltdown for 3 good hours give or take

Melanie Martinez was coming to my state I "brought" the tickets months prior and checked on Sunday for the time and whatnot. I actually didn't buy the tickets and the seat I wanted, got taken so I can't go cuz all the seats are gone and the ones that aren't are for like ppl in a wheelchair.

That is something to be distraught about. It’s completely understandable if you were to straight up bawl your eyes out