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(Updated: 14. 9. 23)
Requested! Derek Goddard x ISTJ personality G.N reader,☺ a S/O Scenario! Bless yall!
▪︎Words: 989! ☺💖Hope you all enjoy!! (For @blanket-anime-infoss, I hope you enjoy!! I didn't know what to write but here ya go!!)
▪︎Warnings: Fluff, suggestive love making, Derek is a decent husband, READER IS A ISTJ personality type!
Song I listened to whilte writing: Sour grapes - Le ssefrim
▪︎fandom: The price of flesh-
White clouds slowly drift off into the blue, you briefly watched the bright sky behind a tall veil of glass before going back to your daily routine. After all, marriage life isn't something you would ever slack off at.
Just because you were waiting for your husband to return didn't mean you had nothing else to do all day, the maids may keep the penthouse spotless but you're the one strictly maintaining its clean state. Someone has to, after the fun and games.
Drops of water glitter on the pale petals of freshly bought flowers you were tending to, still rearranging them to perfection in a bud vase you recently ordered. You finally stopped touching the flowers, satisfied with their appearance once it became a sunny afternoon.
He should be here soon. . .
At that thought, the clock hanging overhead ticked loudly in sync with your heartbeat, growing to a rapid stream of pitter-patters when hearing the too familiar sharp click of the front door. He didn't take too long, as always, his footsteps thundered the entire way into the room.
You knew he did this to spend more time with you, though accomplishing this feat every single day since the wedding never failed to warm your insides up. Like how his aquamarine eyes zoomed into yours as if trying to get lost from the madness he suffered through. "Welcome home," you easily put away the spray bottle and went over to your fuming husband's side, who was kicking off his shoes.
Tsk. His styled slick back blonde hair from this morning was reduced to a tousled mess, you reached out and slipped a few brown rooted gold strands behind his ear, he must've been more stressed than usual. Poor thing.
You mentally noted to inform his hairstylist later to dye his hair roots, Derek would be even more stressed if he noticed his brown hair was starting to show again.
Then your husband starts to open his mouth, popping his buttons open as the complaints were unleashed. "Fuck that meeting, I should've told those old bags to fuck off and-"
"—You came back earlier today, Derek."
You softly cut his words off from exploding further and step forward to help remove his overjacket efficiently. He can complain more after changing out of his work clothes. He tapped his socked feet against the polished floor while standing still for you to fully take his shirt and jacket off his firm muscles, it took many tugs to free the fabric from doing your job, clinging onto your husband.
Thankfully his patience had improved ever since you and him began dating, you silently cheer in your head.
Derek grinned mischievously and before you could turn around to leave in handful with his clothes, you gasped when lifted up into the air as he swooped you into his arms in a princess-carry. Obnoxiously grinning down at you as though he won a competition you clearly did not compete in, "yeah, I'm home."
During the whole way he carried you to the bedroom, you closed your eyes, staying quiet while resting your head against his strong chest, living in the moment. "I got you a little surprise for our anniversary. So don't be too shocked and pass out on me, Mc."
A slight smile breaks across your face, you couldn't help it hearing the cheerfulness in his voice, "we'll see if I faint or not." He playfully bounced you a second into the air before catching you in his hold, chuckling at your half-blush state instinct to grap onto his clothes and shirt.
It didn't take long for the master bedroom door to come into view with Derek's eager strides matching the excited pulse inside of your chest. You stared up at those sea-green diamonds, his sharp eyes reflecting the very sparkling ocean of a private island where your honeymoon with him took place.
Suddenly the ocean seemed to close in as he fell onto the bed with you still wrapped in his arms, the neatly made duvet bedsheet blossoming outwards underneath and everything you see is him.
The faint sophisticated cologne melding in the warmth of his body enveloping you all over was one of the highlights of your day. The fast-beating heart that never failed to remind you of his love.
"Babe, what do you think about vacationing at a desert? I know a great spot to go hunting at-" You listened intently as he enthusiastically explained, giving some space for air inbetween his body and your squished self.
He continued as his long fingers wandered the fruitful land that is your body, while groping through the silk covering your flushing skin and teasing reactions and sounds out of you that he deemed cute.
"As long as it's legal, Derek." You said with a knowing smile. At that he howled with laughter, a delighted glint in his aquamarine eyes. With one hand, his tan fingers interlaced with yours, soft, strong and warm pressing against every crevices of flesh.
"You don't need to worry your little head about it," he lowers his mouth downward the side of your face, nipping at your jaw before savagely biting into your neck though not breaking the skin. "Play dumb for me will you? This time for our anniversary, begging me to stop won't be enough. . ."
You squeezed back his hand reassuringly, breath shaking from both his weight on top of you and his very presence igniting the nerves inside you. "I'm always ready for you, Derek." Blocking the light fixture above, your husband smirked a whiteteeth smirk at you before pouncing down for a long night of love-making.
You stood as an unknowing pillar he leaned on after each and every sunset. He acted as the only furnace in which you willing melted into. What a pair you and him are, never tiring of each other, an everlasting flame withstanding all forces of nature. A perfect match made in which sparks could never die.
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Author's note: 😩 I'm incredibly so sorry this took me way longer than 4 weeks but I finished half of it at around late july, but then alot of things happened--- from worrying about my sister who just recently moved to australia to settle there, to helping a relative move into a monastery then said relative left things at my house and had the audacity to ask for keys to a house that doesn't belong to her!! And then dealing with a small thief situation when my guardian had a quick heads up about another relative's person inviting themselves over to our place... and then not asking us for permission to go into another room... WHAT KIND OF PERSON ALSO DOESN'T APOLOGIZE IF THEIR CHILD BROKE A GLASS In a house that doesn't belong to them, 😤 and then yea, a sanitary item of mine got stolen but it's fine-- Idc about that but I'm just shocked at the audacity (and apparently that certain person has done this before at other relatives' houses, so now I'm going to be extra careful, you too guys), then I helped my guardian to summer clean and rearrange the entire household's furnitures, and alot more personal stuff happened (But all good!!!:-D)-- and thank buddha alot of good stuff happened too!!!💝☺ Like lots of food from another relative and many snacks from neighbours!! 😎👍Stay healthy guys and never forget to drink water!!
😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE be paitent with me for the next chapter of Dumb Bitch syndrome on wattpad, #juggling studying and studying another language and writing all together ♡♡♡ much love guys!!!
Wrote this excited 💖☺Nick x Female Reader (The Quarry)
words: 1503 ♡ WARNING, DUBIOUS NON CON, READER DIES.
It would be a miracle if you didn't need extensive therapy after this night since summer camp was about to end with a literal bang. You were also sure of almost two things, one: that you are hopelessly in love with a jerk, and two: you've definitely been tramuatised in one way or another.
The moon has never shined so bright as tonight, silver light piercing through treetops and ample bushes, reflecting off rooftops and revealing a good amount of the surrounding woods.
Laying together on the ground with a special friend, one of your fellow camp counsellors, underneath the woodwork ceiling of a cabin that you and the guys found. You wished this could've been romantic.
Today was supposed to be the day you and everyone got ready and all packed to go back home, until the car engine spluttered and malfunctioned. A blessing in the moment but in hindsight, you should've been more alert when joining the others in a party without supervision.
This was supposed to be the last day at Hackett's Quarry and it was suppose to be the most fun. Though 'fun' wouldn't be the word you'll use to describe the sudden turn of events when nightfall came.
"You smell so good. . ." Nick pressed his sharp nose into your exposed shoulder, urgently breathing in deeply as if your scent was the precious air he needed. His arm was immobile though seemingly slacked around your waist, you tried (key word here: tried) your best to slowly maneuver from his grasp and when that didn't work you just gave up resigned to be his body-pillow.
Nick terrified you. No doubt he must've known too, or sensed it by the look of that teasing smirk on his face. "Heh- I knew it. . . you never liked me, do you?" Internally you gawked at whatever had led him into thinking that, you felt a gut-feeling you didn't want to know. He literally has you caged between the cold floor and the heavy weight of his arm.
You took a small pause before carefully answering, "I-I do. Nick, really, do you think I would be spending my last summer with someone I didn't care about? I—"
You grew even more flustered, not noticing his arm tightening the tiniest bit around your waist, scorching your skin. Or was it just the warmth from the heater lantern getting to you, it was a highly probable reason.
It helped to imagine his soft eyes that would always calm you down are solely staring at the back of your head. Not realizing he was silently tracking your every movement, from the slightest twitch of discomfort at his grip, the fast heaving of your chest and the dip of the shadows inbetween, he listened to your body-language before your own words. "—like you more than you think. . . ."
His fingernails skimmed across the soft flesh of your belly as if savoring the experience and feeling you up, you tensed for a second underneath your tank-top, he continued exploring without much needed encouragement. "So soft. You're so soft, you know that? Easy enough to slice though and rip out all your insides. . ."
He was in more or less words, so hostile, creepy in his unsettling remarks. You swore it was like he had sensitive hearing when he kept staring intensely after you muttered something about something you didn't mean to. He lashed out at you, berating you at every chance he got in whispers for what felt like an eternity.
It was mind-numbing but you endured it, for the sake of a possibility of "us." After all, he was your friend first and foremost. So you laid beside him slowly, as he watched with a strange intense gaze, you kept your eyes on him too but with concern mostly.
"I'll be here for you, Nick." You say reassuringly before accidentally dozing off to the sound of his breathing.
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That night you had the strangest dream involving an unconventionally dressed fortune-teller and you usually never remember clear details from any dreams, or ones that made actual sense up until now.
"Hello there my friend. Welcome to my humble abode," greeted cheerfully, an old woman.
"Good to see you are alive... I'm here to help you. Think of me as a guiding hand who helps from time to time."
She sat directly across from you, her lanky fingers folded over a wooden tabletop and a typical black crystal ball tht you'd see in psychic shows was set on your right, pale lit candles and animal-bones dangled in the background as the trinket filled room was barely illuminated in yellowed lantern-light.
Suddenly you felt a cold breeze that shouldn't be possible in such an enclosed space. The woman continued staring into your eyes although didn't seem to notice your discomfort at the close proximity as she moved on quickly.
"Be warned and remember: The curse prompts the victim into displaying their true emotions in that time... True feelings are surfacing."
As if pitying your predicament her cryptic words were spoken so solemnly, and sensible enough to make an interpretation out of yet vague enough to be ungraspable by your mind. What curse was she even talking about?
"I'd like to show you some visions. Would that be alright?" The woman asked, lips sucked in, a keenness in her unreadable gaze.
You indifferently shrug but ultimately nodded, "yes. Please, Madame." At your confirmation, the crystal ball beside you glowed instantly and images began to appear in the cloudy swirls. It all went by so fast, a flash of Nick's bloody face close-up and his naked chest rubbing against someone's, the shocking screams of your friends and an unmoving bleeding body that looked eerily similar to yours. . .
The images disappeared as quickly as they came, and you could only breathe hard, staring into your distressed reflection in the black ball. What the hell did those things even mean?! Was Nick dying? Are we all in danger?
You didn't get to think more as the woman interrupted your internal monologue. "Sometimes... life gives you every choice, that's how you get tricked into doing a terrible decision when it is made an option. Beware and be cautious." With that, everything faded to black while the mysterious old woman looked grim towards you.
"Pitiful child, oh just like my..."
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You don't hear anymore, until you woke up, body pressed against another, next to the sound of harsh labourish breathing and a warm breath fanning your face. "Awake now, huh." Nick's face vaguely could be made out in the lantern light, his eyes glaring into yours as if fighting an internal conflict.
It was then you realized
where his hands were, the icy cold touch alerting you, roaming around underneath your sweater and squeezing at your flesh. "N-Nick, what are you doin—" Your whispered words barely were out before he grabbed your body, moving you closer to his with abnormal strength.
Keeping you there confined in his trembling embrace, his face dipping in the crook of your collarbone making you wince in surprise, your skin getting hit with his shakey hot breath.
Was he always this strong? His body felt like a boulder, his arms a prison to even try resisting, It was impossible to find any wiggle room or budge. Your heart pounded even louder than the thunderous rain outside.
Nick finally speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "Don't move... I need you not to." You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks, suddenly the heaviness of his hold on you wasn't that bad. Until he said this.
"If you know what's good for you. You won't try to escape," your blood ran cold at the underlining threat. Nick would never... Say these things. He must be under so much stress to be saying these things, that thought helped soothe your nerves while knowing your other friends were also nearby incase...
Of what? Of that vision coming true? Surely it wouldn't happen, yeah, it wouldn't. Even as you felt the tiniest lick of Nick's wet tongue on your skin, the growing tension in his body as he presses against you, his hands tracing the outline of your bra. There's no way he's in danger, you were going to make sure of that.
You returned Nick's embrace, hoping to show that you were genuinely there for him and to warm him up. This must've pleased him in some way as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, making you slightly aware of how vulnerable and helpless you are to him. And he knew.
You never thought it was you who was in danger until the night grew on, and you were left alone on the cabin floor, blood pooling underneath you. He came back though, for you. Clawed hands and heaving steps, you knew it was him, it had to be. With a gentle swoop of his arms, you lost all of your senses as you stared up into the monstrous face of the one you love.
He held you tightly until dawn.
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😤👍Had this in my drafts for afew days, finished it!!! ♡♡♡ love the quarry games! This is just a random x reader I made, hope yall enjoy!!! Bless yall
CHAPTER 2 IS OUT TPOF derek x reader ♡♡ finally 😭💖
😤😩🙏🏻 I really hope to keep a weekly upload!! And hopefully there wont be anymore unexpected relative visits because buddha knows I needa manage unpredictable time mangament better!! BLESS U ALL, I HOPE YALL ENJOY WOO, ♡♡♡ never give up - TL
😭🙏🏻 Pls be paitent ♡ here is some art
Been super busy these days with visiting relative's friends, accompany them to health check ups, and a hangout with friends before going abroad, and visiting my favourite neice, took up alot of my energy that I didn't realize😭🙏🏻 I planned on having a weekly upload on my wattpad for the tpof fanfic (dumb b*tch syndrome) but this week will take me some time!!! Please be paitent guys and bless you all!!! Thank you for your support, it is very meaningful!!! ♡ :-D Much love and peace!!!
Free mermay mermaid art to use ☺💖
😤💖 Just drew this while writing some stuff, my writing will be slightly delayed as I have a 2nd last hangout with my best friends before they go aboard ♡♡ Hope yall enjoy!!! bless you!!!
HII!! I’m just gonna request something lolol, thanks for answering my question btw!! Your so nice (: i love the price of flesh so much, it’s such a great game, but anyways I’ll start, and I hope you can do crossovers😭😭 and you can find the information on the wiki, youtube and a lot more lol but here I go
Can you do derek goffard with a S/O who has a Rei personality from neon geniesis evangelion??
thank you and have a good day :D
💖😯 Oo I haven't written a crossover in ages, but I shall!!! (AHH I HAVEN'T WATCHED THAT ANIME IN YEARS😭💖 thank you for this interesting request!!!) I'm just going to with my intution and write something and hope to give you a surprise!!! :-D ♡♡♡ You too!!! Wonderful days ahead!! I'll get started writing asap!!! ♡♡♡ When I'm done may I tag your name? (Dunno how tumblr tagging works) Or just post it but with a #neongenesisevangelion tag? ♡ I'll put a crossover tag :-D so you may find it!! I'm assuming I should post this story publically? ♡♡♡ thank you very much again!!
HII!! Do you take requests on here?? I also see you do the price of flesh on here, so you know, i would like to send a request to you do it’s alright with you and if you do what will you take in requests and what you will not take in requests to.
thank youu<33
😯💖💖 Greetings!!! Hello to you too! (YESS TPOF) And sure! I'd love to take in a request!! (Never has anyone asked me before so this is a huge pleasant shock) :-D I write anything and everything (so long as to please your guilty pleasures!☺) except for paedophilia, animal abuse related stuff, disrespecting religions (unless its a fictional one), and scat(😭Very sorry at the moment, it's not discomfort, I'm just trying to figure out in what scenarios-- this kink would work, dont worry I'll do research if needed!!!)
🙏🏻Please understand as much as I love to experiment, write and please my fellow readers' fantasies, I am still not a professional yet!! So if my writing is lacking, I am very sorry 🙏🏻 but thank you very much for asking!!!
- T
🥺I wrote the first chapter!! TPOF Derek x reader ♡ Bless yall
The Moon rises from the west. Artwork💖😗
I changed the sun to the moon ♡ from the idiom "The sun rises in the west" — Meaning, people say this when they don't expect something to happen.
But it can also be used when suddenly everything you know, changes! Like when a friend you know who never exercises, starts exercising— You can say "Oh my god, did the sun rise from the west today"
Or I'm making stuff up🤷♀️😗💖 Bless yall!!!
#foreshadowing ♡♡♡ while writing a story
😤💝 I neeeddd to know this song so badly!!! I keep hearing it from friends and I dunno what it is!!! ♡♡♡ Also yesss, best video everrr
hello tpof fandom and derek fuckers 😁❤️❤️ i come bearing this
😩Wrote this while happy/sad ♡ Derek x G.N reader (A sweet moment) TPOF SPOILER. Bless yall!
▪︎Warnings: Cuteness, Derek comes home from a long day, Gender neutral reader.
Word count: 625 words ♡12.6.22 early in the morning ♡
You got up fast, ears perking up at the sound of rushed footsteps. It's him. He's home.
Derek came back in a raggedy state unlike his normally composed appearance of slicked-back blonde hair and his wrinkle-free suit.
This time he looked tired and messy, barely clicking the door shut or sparing you a glance, his red tie loosely hanging sideways and his cufflinks were folded up his arms.
Looking at him you couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic, besides, who doesn't have bad days?
All of a sudden he plopped himself on 'your' bed, startling you with a gruff laugh. "You're probably thinking of running out, try it. I'll make you cry tenfold." His threats weren't just empty though it didnt scare you as you'd think. It was clear that he was on edge from. . . Something.
Slowly you spoke carefully, and knowing he was listening intently, your voice softened nearing the end, "I'm not thinking of escaping this place. . . I wouldn't leave you."
"Afterall, I'm... your property." You said confidently with such conviction, you sounded entirely convincing and convinced of that label, at this point maybe you were already brainwashed but you had little to complain about it.
Derek blinked clearly surprised, then looked sideways at you in mixed equal amusement and satisfaction. His blue eyes glowing a vibrant sea-green against warm skin in the orangey rays of sunlight from the half-closed curtains.
If you were to die right now, you'd have accepted that fate after witnessing a beautiful sight.
Your throat dried and closed up.
The ocean was staring into you deeply and intensely, its unpredictable waves were calm and sparkling at this very moment. You wished this moment would last a while longer; wishing to believe that you and him were just two people sharing their company to each other, omitting any circumstances.
Derek almost seemed compelled to keep staring at you widely before in a split second his signature smirk reveals itself as he glances off, a dusky shade pinching at his cheeks though it could've been your imagination— You'd think he was blushing if not for the sun shinning in his face.
The view of the sunset infront beyond the glass veils took the spotlight away from the moment you were having with him. It took a few minutes, or at least that's the amount of time that you thought had passed by before you heard a deep breath being taken in by him. Then came a response that unexpectedly delighted your heart.
"You're not so dumb," he finally says after what felt like a long pause.
He fully turned his head away from you though not moving away entirely, his body-heat radiating across to you from the small distance inbetween. And silence has never been sweeter, you smiled slightly at the growing warmth in your chest, breathing in the cool air mingling with hints of expensive cologne.
Knowing there couldn't be a next time as things would just go back to the usual routine of waiting around for him to return and enduring his painful out lashings. You enjoyed the moment with him.
So if this was the closest thing you could get to human touch. So be it. He's using you and you are using him. There's nothing more to it, you surely thought to yourself as you felt your eyelids weighing more and more and until you drifted off, falling sideways onto something warm and firm, you felt a light slap on your cheek before blacking out in exhaustion to the sound of a deep chuckle.
"Sleep tight, pet."
Strangely you didn't hate it, hearing his voice lowering to a whisper in almost consideration. A small part of you slightly wanted to listen more. . . As darkness took over too soon.
Hi, loved your Derek fan fic.♡♡♡ Can't wait for more ;) have a great weekend!
☺💖 Oh my goodness, onymous, thank you so so much!!! Bless you!!! And happy great days always!!! >:-D Yesss and you as well!! Happy abundant days ahead always!!! #LOVE
I wrote this jokingly 😉TPOF spoilers, Machete x reader- Sucker ending
▪︎ Warning: Oral technically, death, machete being machete, gender neutral reader, desperation. Word count: 1474. - 10th june 2022
You were slowly dehydrated. Oh that wasn't all.
Throat painfully parched when swallowing, grimness all over your skin, the air was unbearably hot and humid as the morning sun, there barely any strength left in you as you continued huffing and running, probably looking like a fish out of water, across the desert sand.
Blindly going in any direction for cover, to survive, to escape, to find a place to hide; from them. The hunters.
You've been lucky so far while waiting it out in the fissure, cooling yourself down, doing breathing exercises that did little to help but distracted you at least. Everything was going to be fine. So you hoped until nearby, a bone chilling scream ripped through the peaceful silence, closely followed by a man's rugged laugh.
Squeezing your eyes shut to the world and noises of struggles, you felt yourself shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–' the only mantra you recited over and over in soft breaths, a crushing guilt weighing in your heart at the fact you didn't do anything.
'You knew you could've save someone, instead you chose to be a coward': said the furious voice inside. You chose to unhear it, automatically blaming yourself for everything that happens was just going to chip away at your sanity— so you willingly became a coward. Surviving suddenly became a top priority.
You stayed a little longer in a fetal position, long enough to see the sky dyed orangery with trails of yellow and red. Not knowing the screams had stopped at some point in time, the footsteps too. Yet you still hear it from time to time on repeat in your head.
One prey down, meaning including you, 3 was left. Mentally speaking, with each passing heart beat, hour or minute or however much time had passed by, you practically could feel your luck was running out.
In trying to get up to check whether you were truly alone, you fell accidentally onto your butt from your knees buckling. Hah. Is this how a heatstroke feels like? A grimaced smile appeared on your face as you stifled a laugh, It was morbidly comedic in a way.
From the dusty sand beneath your fingertips, the cooling breezes whipping by, and the pulsating dryness in your chest, dried sweat on your forehead. Reality couldn't feel any more realer as you stared into the setting sun.
Nothing felt real to you in that moment. A small blessing.
The outdoors was never an option you'd consider, too terrifying to imagine even camping; the unpredictability of nature and many dangers of the wilderness, the idea of not being alone in the middle of anywhere unsettled you to no ends— noisy bugs and critters at night, no doubt waiting to crawl inside your safety tent when left unguarded— those thoughts made fear rush through your blood that would've kept you up from enjoying any activities.
It wasn't just a preference to stay within your comfort zone in a cozy air-conditioned office or to spend your vacation days lazing inside with some books and family bonding, this introverted lifestyle chose you and you couldn't dare imagine it changing… But sometimes, a cruel part of yourself lets your mind wander off to the "what if?" scenarios— a torture to think about, an absolute nightmare.
Though running for your life in the desert, legs heavy, burning feet digging in the sand and dirt for leverage, there was no denying you were having a nightmare right now. Then you just need to wake up.
Simple.
Impossible, in your current exhausted condition, it's not as if you had any choice as you woke up less clothed than the night before, being auctioned off like an object in the dark then waking up once again in the worst place possible. The desert.
Ever since you were little you never liked the heat, to be fair that wasn't the only thing you disliked. Somewhat of a personal vendetta against the sun and anything related to the outside world.
You couldn't help it, comfort had been your priority, always. Maybe you've been spoiled for far too long.
Involuntarily you shivered, whether from the gut wrenching hunger or thirst, all sensations within your body blurred together. And in another moment, you realized at the same time as the icey-chill seeping into your bones, it was already night. Though looking around, no one was in sight, it wouldn't be wise to stick around one area.
With that in mind, you groggily got up, arms cramping, thankful your appetite had disappeared and your entire focus shifted to making it across to the camp site where it all started. Surely there should be some water and food stored if the hunters bothered setting up a shelter, right?
Your mouth salivated at the thought and a drool slipped past the corner of your dry lips before you hurriedly sucked it back into your mouth, desperate not to lose anymore moisture. This strengthened your resolve to push through the dark and sneak
right into the empty campsite despite the crepting fear of being caught slowing down your pace.
It didn't matter to you anymore the second you entered the ring of campfires light, basking in the warmth unfreezing your entire shivering body and reviving inside you, a new hope.
Your head felt clearer than ever and with a stronger hold onto what's left of your sanity, you objectively went to finding something to drink; scrambling through the opened wooden boxes, digging past rolls of rope that left scratchy souvenirs on your hands, unbranded bottles of alcohol and beers that seemed untouched.
Hurry, hurry, find it. Time was tiking and you felt watched by the shadows around you, even your own, casted by the campfire ominously. Where was it?! Water. Water. Wa. . .
A rustling of the tent fabric emgered in the precipice of your vision, and instinctively you ceased all actions immediately. Like a frightened animal, flight was your very first response. That slight movement startling you backwards and made you tripped over your own feet pathetically. Falling onto the cold sand on your side, the awkward angle numbing your arm in crushing pain.
"You won't be able to run." The plain masked man said, no, stated it like a set truth.
It probably was when your state was a heaving tired animal, maybe it was best to surender. . . You saw how cleanly he chopped a head off, it guaranteed a painless death, and so you turned slowly in his direction. And shakily looking up, saw him.
Machete. The only hunter without an animalistic themed mask, a blank slate covering his entire face.
His nickname was fitting, considering that his weapon is a machete, the very one he used to demonstrate his bloodlust at the beginning of the hunt. You'll never be able to forget that silver glint shinning in pure sunlight before severing a poor girl's head clean in the middle of the other hunters' 'fun,' disrupting them from further indulgence.
And when you made eye contact, the bright moon shone behind him, and that predatory look in his almond eyes drove you crazy right there and then. A burning hatred in them, starving and . Warming your cheeks as you closed your thighs subconsciously, the fluttering in your chest grew too much beyond a deafending amount. The feeling way too familiar for you not to recognize the signs.
Damn it. You just had to get a crush in the worst timing, in the worst situation in the history of your life.
He gave you nothing more than blank stares, then a finale look over before dragging his weapon over to you. The game of cat and mouse was over. You were dead meat, literally if you don't do something.
"P—please! I'll even su—suck your dick," you yelled out clinging to his pants, half in frustration and pleading. "I—I want to live." You became a blabbering mess, puffy swollen eyes and helpless tears and hiccups.
For the sake of self preservation, in that close second you experienced to death's door your brain folding into itself panicking to come up with a solution. Sell yourself. Whatever it takes to stay alive. Your body was useful.
Something in that weak plea of yours must've worked since the masked man stopped dead in his tracks, body language almost shocked at your desperation on display. You took it as a good sign and with the strength of adrenaline in you, you fiercely tugged and pulled down the side of his pants till his mid-thighs were exposed while he was still frozen, revealing the flaccid of what you wanted in the moonlight.
The shock must've wore off of him when you saw his large rough hand try to grab your head. "Sto—"
But you were quicker, faster than he expected as you blindly latched onto his penis like a starving leech, stuffing your mouth full of him. Mouth stuck to him, breathing finely though your nose while vacuum-sealling his fate.
In hindsight you really should've offered your own body instead of forcing yourself onto him— maybe that would've changed his mind.
The last thing you heard before seeing the g the sky upside down was a raggedy exhale of pleasure. ". . . For your sake, it's better this way."
-The End: You died(Joke Ending): You sucked-
😭🙏🏻 Wrote this for fun- Only prologue available to read so far! Bless yall, TPOF COMMUNITY WOO
😤💖 I spent 2 days straight (doing the smart/lazy method) watching tpof youtube videos and observing Derek's behavior with characters and his actions... Yalll, he is actually the most giving out of the 3 captors... #tpof spoiler, think of the action!!! Also Loveee the writing in the game, I kept being mesmerized by how immersive and amazing the pacing was!! ☺😅 I'll try to keep writing!! >:D Remember guys, this is just kinda headcanon stuff, Just a guilty pleasure story so sit tight anddddd I hope yall enjoy!!
linlinLavender Fanart
As a new fan /Lavender student of this amazing Japanese teacher/fellow otome game lover :-D on youtube♡♡♡ I wanted to make some fanart!! Took a total of 4 hours and 20 minutes to complete!!!
App used: Ibispaint, on my samsung tablet ♡♡♡
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Say so bumrese song cover - free assets
Free Assets from this video https://youtu.be/KWri170O0lM
Asthetic feet that I drew
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A trashy erotica romance on Webtoons!
🤗💖🌏I'm new to tumblr! My pen name is Teresa Lace, sagittarius and I'm a writer on wattpad, beginner artist on webtoons and an aspiring game programmer (hopefully) :D a pleasure to meet everyone! Many blessings to all!
"Care For A Drink?" Is a visual novel idea I had 2 years ago, thr webtoon verison is not the full story! It is just a romance ☆ with probably some plot 😩👍 for mature audiences only please, just be mature ☆ it has alot of adult and eroticism elements and suggestive abstract things :3 I am still planning to make a dating rpg roleplay text adventure visual novel verison soon!! Muhahah ♡ Thank you for your time everyone!