sisi

meow

[sisierra420]

"picture deep space. vast and frozen. galaxies are born. stars collapse. …and i just observe." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☆ call me sisi ☆ coat guy yume (hypersharing) ☆ i'm into most animes, creepypasta, visual novels, horror, etc. most of the things i like are on the internet.. yikes (￣_￣|||) ☆ x reader fanatic ☆ proud mother of 29 ocs ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ "i bared all ... out of respect for you."

https://deadinternetgirls.straw.page

[sisierra420]

it gets better (9 years old)

it gets better (11 years old)

it gets better (13 years old)

it gets better (15 years old)

it gets better (17 years old)

it gets better (19 years old)

itget s bet

[d1losercore]

pin of coat guy I made for my goat @sisierra420

pre and post pin-ification

uhhh yeah sorry for the glare (._.)

[sisierra420]

nhj jnhjjjj nghhh hh hh hh hhhhh i need himmm m

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

[sisierra420]

people who regularly do digital art are stronger than me omfg.

everytime i open procreate i wanna play in traffic 💔

[sisierra420]

my crpa oc (elke) with @d1losercore's crpa oc (murphy)

[r4z0rbl4dez]

women/afab should not have to cover their bodies because of men. they shouldn't have to do that to "protect" themselves. it doesnt matter what you wear, sa still happens.

[sisierra420]

my dad slutshaming me when i was 10 😂😂😂😂😂😂

[tootiredtobekind]

[sisierra420]

@bloodfilthx your oc :3

i hope u like it!!

"why is she black and white" bc i'm a lazy bum ❤️

[bloodfilthx]

AWEEE SHE'S SUPER CUTE I LOVEEE ITT :3

[sisierra420]

WAIT IT'S BLACKBLOOD INSTEAD OF BLACKHEART.

fuck my life

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

(W ragebait)

[ohangeleyes]

alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.

[merakiui]

Oooo! Mira! Number 28 for skully? Or 45 for Riddle? It fits so well.🤭

AAAAA both are so perfect!!!! The urge to write more Skully is so strong, but that prompt for Riddle is too delicious to pass up!!! OTL

(cw: yandere, female reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, character death, decapitation, violence, descriptions of blood/gore, pastoral fantasy gone wrong,,, basically you and riddle are married and you live on a farm)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

He's yelling at you again.

It's about that uncouth butcher in town, the one your husband has told you to keep away from on countless occasions, lest he sneak you a cigarette and get you addicted to the sleazy sides of an impoverished life. He's the one who smokes recklessly and spends his days gutting pigs, cleaning cuts of meat, casing sausages...all without an education to his name, a most damning sin by all accounts. He's nothing but bad news, and Riddle is a firm believer that these types of people will cause irreparable ruin to one's social circle and reputation should they be let in.

He gets this narrow-minded view from his mother, though he's loath to admit it. According to the Rosehearts's, if you don't press your nose to a book and use your brain for something useful, what good are you in society?

When you were of age, your father was more than pleased to pair you with Riddle, who came from a respectable family. Mrs. Rosehearts wasn't very approving. Rather, she found someone like you—a farmer's daughter—wholly unacceptable for her son. "Those farmgirls can't be trusted," she would remark in a criticizing tone. "They're always rolling around with unsavory folks. I wouldn't be surprised if she's already loose."

If it was up to you, you'd have accepted the wilted wildflower from the butcher and allowed him to pin the bejeweled brooch (something that took him months to save up for) to your lapel. You would've wed him right there after he'd poked your cheek and said, "Ya don't gotta be the perfect, li'l wife everyone's expectin'. Just cuz someone says ya gotta do somethin', it doesn't mean ya gotta listen."

He was so sweet. Blood-speckled apron be damned. You couldn't care less about the stench of gore that seemed to stick to his person. You'd let him cradle your face with the same hands that rifled around in a pig's guts just moments prior.

Unfortunately, that was not the hand you'd been dealt. The farm was getting difficult to manage. Debtors were on your father like flies to a corpse. If you couldn't marry wealthy soon, you'd lose the farm.

So you brushed the whimsical butcher off and submitted to the role of Perfect, Submissive Wife. But not so much that you would outshine Mrs. Rosehearts's brilliant son. You just needed to be respectable enough so that you wouldn't tarnish his namesake and all he had accomplished.

Your life ended the moment he slid the wedding band on your finger, in that tiny church on a stifling summer's day, where the cicadas cried out in mourning for you and the husband you'd lost.

And now he's yelling at you, like he always does when you've deviated from his view of what a Perfect, Submissive Wife ought to be. Really, you just think he feels threatened by the butcher and his strange charms.

"I've told you time and time again—you mustn't socialize with that troublesome man!" he's saying, pacing in front of you. His face is so red it reminds you of a newborn piglet, a squealing thing so slick with blood and birth fluid it's rose-tinged. He's never raised a hand to you, but then that means nothing when his admonishments are like a verbal slap to the cheek each time. "And what do you do when you've a moment to yourself? You disobey, you ignore, you act as if this behavior is perfectly acceptable! Have you no regard for the rules?!"

The rules. Oh, you're intimately acquainted with them. Every single rule tacked onto the portrait of a marriage so flimsy it's nearly in tatters. For every rule you've broken and been scolded for in turn, you learn three more that hadn't been there before.

With a huff, Riddle smooths his hair and tries to level his voice. He doesn't need to. You're on a farm; the lands sprawl endlessly onwards. No one is around to hear his maltreatment of you.

"I must keep better watch of you or—well, who knows?—you might find yourself in his bed next! I won't allow it."

"And what of it?" It slips out without your meaning to. "At least he'll provide me with the love and care you're so incapable of showing! Maybe I oughta make him my husband instead. You can go off and marry some obedient city girl and she'll make you and your mama proud because she won't be used goods!"

If Riddle had been running hot before, he was scalding-mad now.

You stand there and listen to the tirade and, at some point, the words aren't even registering. It's all noisy static, grinding your senses into a fine paste. You imagine your brain being squeezed into sausage links.

"To have raised such an insolent daughter! I pity your father."

You hear that. Loud and clear.

Your father, who only ever did his best in the wake of your mother's passing.

Your father, who just wanted to keep the farm.

Your father, who died grieving the circumstances that led him to force such an unhappy life onto you.

When you shut your eyes and open them, you can't see a thing.

But you feel the heavy, familiar weight in your hands. You feel your fingers curl into the wood handle. You feel your shoulders scream in exhilaration, in perfect harmony with your wild heart, as you lift the axe above your head.

You feel hot, sticky blood splatter your face and clothes. You think you hear someone give a strangled, gurgled sort of shout, but they're all the way at the other end of a tunnel.

And then there's another scream. Shrill and animalistic, like the shriek of a sow giving birth.

You scream because finally it's over.

Because, finally, you're free.

When you come to, the hall is a mess and your father's prized axe has come off its mount on the wall. Thin slivers of skin stick to the sharpened blade, colored a gruesome carmine from where you hacked and hacked at the stump of a neck.

Your husband lies in a pile of ruin on the floor, his head separated from his shoulders, his spine in broken, porcelain pieces. It has rolled a ways off, lolled against the flower-printed wall, a thick trail of blood in its wake. You stare at the scene from a far-off vantage point. The pulp of sinew and flesh speckle the tiled floor and, strangely, you realize you've done the worst possible thing.

You've made a mess.

Gingerly, you rest the axe against the wall and step over the smattering of gore to stand over your husband.

"Riddle? I... I didn't mean to hurt you," you whisper, bending down to press your palm to his chest. His headless body gives a little twitch, fingers curling slightly, as if he's about to defend himself from the swift, merciless beheading. "I just wanted you to stop screaming at me..."

He's stiff like a stillborn piglet, but very faintly you feel the sluggish, dying beats of his heart.

Your lips part in silent amazement.

Headless, and yet his heart still beats. Whether it's for you, you can't say.

Swiping the blood from your cheek, you heft the axe up and bring it down on his chest. He spasms again and then he falls still, his heart never to beat again.

You don't want the rhythm to bleed into the floorboards.

That would just be plain irresponsible.

[arrrrgghhhhhh-nom-nommm]

I need a Reader who just has to rawdog it through life.

No caffeine, regulated sugar, no alcohol, no tobacco, no energy drinks, no milk, no cheese, no gluten.

Reader who has Pica, Reader who works a night shift and yet has insomnia, so they are just constantly tired. Reader who has problems walking, Reader with a lazy eye, reader with ‘unattractive’ features.

Reader with mobility devices who still push their limits to improve. Med student Reader who can’t find a job to support it. Broke Reader being screwed over by their debt, Reader with albinism, black Reader having the paper bag test done to them at work, asian Reader influencer having to deal with the white men in their comments.

Biracial Reader struggling to choose an identity when the world chooses it for you, specifically a non black mixed Reader. Like Indian reader mixed with Japanese, who’s skin doesn’t match the projected image, and yet is too far away from their other culture.

Disordered eater Reader who staves themselves all day only to binge eat when they can’t take it. Disordered eater Reader who works out too much and yet forgets to eat.

Scarred Reader who is not the romantic stereotype, who looks deformed by their scars. Burned Reader struggling to be treated as human after their mutilation. Amputee Reader struggling to relearn their body.

Curly-haired Reader wishing to have straight hair and straight-haired Reader wishing to have curls.

A Reader who covers their freckles, and a Reader who paints them. A masc-looking Fem!Reader who struggles to wear feminine clothes, fem-looking Male!Reader struggling to look masculine!

Give me a Reader with too many siblings, who isn’t the oldest, and is lost in the middle! A Reader who daydreams the day away, who draws cringe OCs and cries when their favorite character dies!

A Reader who’s too empathetic, a Reader who’s too apathetic! A Reader who’s overwhelmed with parenting, a Reader trying to reparent themselves after being raised a brat. An high-functioning autistic Reader who tries to validate their experiences. A high-needs autistic Reader who uses a robotic voice to communicate (I forgot what it’s called 😞) and yet is still chatty and funny!

A Reader who is afraid of stupid things, a narcoleptic Reader who finds everything funny. A Reader with no humor, a Reader who’s working off weight. And I’m not talking no ‘140 lbs(63.503kg) to 80lbs(36.287kg) 🤩!’ type Y/N build. I’m talking overweight Reader deciding (FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!) that they want to loose a couple pounds. I want a bodybuilder chubby Reader who can lift over 300 lbs (136 kg).

I need a nerdy BL lover Reader, who spends all their money on their Gacha games. Weirdo Reader, who knows more people online than real life. Creepy Reader who watches analog horror to make theories.

Perv Reader who’s usual reads is smut, who’s favorite authors are dark romance. Where’s the crime loving Readers, who yumeship themselves with criminals. Where’s the other side of crime loving Reader, who spends hours working to the sound of crime podcasts. Digital artist Reader, who draws to the sounds of body-cams and celebrates in their room when the bad guy gets caught.

Niche fandom Reader who makes their own merch, dedicated to a dead fandom like it’s their legacy. AO3 author Reader who’s iconic throughout the fandom. (Like Jabsartt, or the Mirrors fic)

WE NEED READERS WHO WE CAN RELATE TO!! NO PLAIN Y/N, GIVE THEM SOME SPICEEE!!! MAKE THEM CREEPY WEIRDOS WHO CAN’T RELATE TO NORMAL PEOPLE!!

aka I just want a weirdo reader. Not even just that, but that was the OG intent. Make them relatable people. Make them fat. Not even chubby, give them elbow meat and make them have big faces. Make them weak and slow, make them desperate, make them relatable. Make their lives shit, make them feel inferior, build them back up into a new person. Make them spontaneous, put yourself in there, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

And for goodness sake, please don’t make the default white. Write your own experiences into them, how would you react, not some perfect doll. Don’t be afraid of the cringe that might come from writing Readers of different colors and race, just stay away from the stereotypes. You can even look up how to write different races or read experiences from the people of that race you’re basing it off of. Don’t make white the default. As a white person.

[mikaiswolfsbane]

the concept of a japanese anime character using the pet name 'ma' will never not be funny to me😭

[sisierra420]

"ma" choso is a 150+ year old japanese man btw.

[sisierra420]

@bloodfilthx your oc :3

i hope u like it!!

"why is she black and white" bc i'm a lazy bum ❤️

[sisierra420]

BEN drowned x reader

just a little mix of the previous post

1st time writing smut with @d1losercore so wish us luck!!

proofread by me (worst writer in the world bc i didn't listen to my english teachers 🥀).. mostly written by @d1losercore cause she doesn't have her compuhter </3 (bum)

BEN's POV:

He hadn't even known why he'd agreed to this.

A few hours ago, you had shown up to his door, like usual. The two of you, just.. hanging out and having a good time- ENTIRELY NORMAL. He had no clue what had sparked the idea in the first place, maybe it was him falling off the map in Mariokart- falling into the water and leading Lakitu to save his ass.

Whatever it was; it had given you a brilliant idea.

He could only really imagine what his face looked like when you popped the question, I mean, you KNEW how much he hated water- and still you uttered the idea: "Hey, Ben..maybe we could go to the lake or something? I could teach you how to swim?"

Half of him felt so stupid for agreeing, while the other half was too excited at the simple idea of seeing you in a bikini to think straight. I mean, he was jittery even thinking of it now- but with the edge of the water rippling by his feet, he was starting to have doubts.

And just as so, he started bitching: "Uh..(Reader)? Are you....sure we really have to do this? I know I agreed and all, but it just looks so...deep. And gross! Can't we start at a shallower end or something..?"

He had to stop himself from swallowing the mere words- I mean; wimping out like this in front of a friend he'd been crushing on for weeks? There's no way he could fumble like this, he knew he couldn't turn back, so maybe you'd go easy on him?

But what was he thinking? Knowing you, he'd be black and blue by the end of his sentence.

"Or not? I mean either way I'm--"

KKRRRACK

He couldn't even close his mouth before the sharp pain of your palm hitting his cheek seared through him

READERS POV:

"Seriously Ben!? This is like- the fourth time you've done this shit! For god's sake, do you know how much spray deodorant and dry shampoo you take up alone just because of your silly little fear of water? I mean, come on! We packed floaties for you last time and you still wouldn't even touch it! I doubt you'd be able to this time either with all that nasty ass oil in your hair- when was the last time you even showered!?"

You just started chewing into him, this wasn't the first time he had pulled this stunt, but you'd be sure it was the last. After all, Jeff had said if you won this little ongoing bet he'd take your next 2 missions; but you weren't stupid- you knew he and Nina had been trying to set the two of you up for a while. It was stupidly obvious how into you he was.

You were aware of his little plan to see you in your bathing suit, he was always rearing to go along with anything if there was a chance for you or another girl to flash him. Fucking pervert. But it's not like you didn't get a bit of glee to see him stare, even if you still wanted to beat his face in.

However so, you couldn't help but feel a little pang of guilt- even disappointment- to watch his face twist in betrayal, eyes watering with the thick blood that you'd come to know him for.

He was touching his cheek, the same spot you had slapped him. His fingers trembled as he grazed the spot, already blotching with pigment following the harsh assault of your palm. The way he stood frozen for that moment was...pathetic really.

It only took a moment for the blood from his eyes to spill into deep tears, a slight huffed whimper escaping his lips from the outburst, eyebrows furrowed into what looked like a mix of anger and shock. You could see the cogs turning behind his eyes, and you knew he was going to pull something.

After all, you'd recognize that expression from anywhere.

In just a moment (2 screen refreshes if he were to say it) BEN had bolted- or at least tried to.

You had grabbed him by the scruffy back of his hair, tufting it between your fingers as you harshly yanked him back. His flimsy body stuttered back, crumbling in on itself in response as you dragged his sorry ass alongside you and into the water.

It rippled around your calves, the sheer cold of the lake snapping your mind back to the goal- getting BEN to swim.

Of course, his constant thrashing and pleading made it no easier as he desperately struggled against you and the water.

At some point, he just looked like he was shadow-boxing..

Well.

With whatever his flailing form was attempting, it proved futile. You both trudged deeper and deeper into the lake, his head bobbing between under the surface as he quickly realized he could no longer reach the bottom. That only freaked him out more.

You heard his gargled whimper as he fought to reclaim air into his lungs, splashing out of the water and climbing up the side of you; "PLEASE! Please-(Reader)-pleasepleasepleaseplease- can we go back!?? Please...I-I can't do it!! Please! (Reader)....please..." He begged in his whiny, obnoxious voice; but it still rang deaf on your ears.

And with that, he had only really pissed you off even more. How much of a pussy could this guy get?

Your hands snarled through his hair as your fists clenched, peeling him off of you like a soggy shirt before you dunked him below the freezing rapids.

You couldn't exactly hear the shrill scream he let out, but you could sure see the bubbles it left behind.

He kicked and clawed at the water and you held him down, repositioning him in between your thighs; belly down so you could pull on his hair with easy access. You saw the murky water mix with the eternal sludge mopping down his eyes, a cloud of vermillion painting the water before you tilted his face back to the surface.

Again- you listened to his sheer cries and begging, loud sobs escaping his throat as he hacked up mouthfuls of water.

"NGhhh..HCKK..PLEase. Pplease-!! (Reader) d-don't do th..HHICK..hhiss!! AGhhhgnnngHHNNg..H-HICK.....nnnmm..." He sobbed and whimpered incoherently, occasionally interrupted by stark hiccups as he gagged out both water and his words.

The sound of his sobs was like music to your ears- you'd never have imagined hearing him beg would make you feel this type of way...and you were nowhere close to stopping.

By the time you'd plunge his head back down, you felt a pit forming in your abdomen, propelled by the squirming he exceeded beneath you.

You yanked his scalp backwards again, liquid flinging out from his hair as he immediately vomited up more water. You felt the quick and heavy rise and fall of his chest as he gagged in huffs of air like his life depended on it...because it did.

You couldn't put into words the sick pleasure you got from seeing him like this, even if you knew it meant he'd stay far away from you afterwards; but deep down....you knew it was worth it.

"aaauUUHHhhnnn...AuhhhAuuhhaHHh...NghhgaagaAUGHhh..hnnn" You craved the heavy whimpers he was pouring out to you, like nobody else in the world could hear it. You squeezed your thighs tighter around him, watching as his panic grew.

His legs kicked frantically as he blurged out more water, spraying from both his mouth and nose as he made a pathetic sort of sound. It only pushed you further, pulling him up by the hair so that his back arched prominently. You heard a fearful hiss of air come from him, he was no doubt wearing the same scrunched up fearful face he'd get whenever Jeff was about to hit him, like a sort of flinch that included a brief shiver.

With that, you wanted to try something. Nina had told you once that elf ears- like those of BEN or Jack- were far more sensitive due to a bundle of nerves near the tip that was originally meant to prevent frostbite by providing early detection; yet it came at the cost of hypersensitivity of the area.

Blow in his ear...it was like there was an evil little devil on your shoulder, rubbing its hands together like a fly before giving you these torturous ideas. And so- you did.

You felt as a jolt went through him, clearly not expecting the moment as he tensed and started jittering- it perplexed you to see, after all, you'd wanted him to yelp or start kicking again, not gyrate.

"(R-read)-" Your name partially scrambled out of his mouth before you jerked him back under the water, invoking the reaction of fighting that you had craved beforehand. You had no clue what the hell that was, but it seemed to make him struggle even harder...

Until it didn't.

When he suddenly stilled under the water, it had been a few rounds of this back-and-forth, you plunging him underwater and making him a sobbing whiny mess. Your heart skipped a beat, expecting the worst as you pulled him back up.

He was trembling, shaken and betrayed like before, but something was off. You found his pupils blown out, ears tinted pink even though you hadn't yanked them at all. The sensitive way his eyes rolled up to meet yours was just...infuriating. You felt like he'd started to like this in a way, and that simply took the fun out of it.

You hesitated with the idea of dropping him and leaving for good, but the tiny whimpers that escaped him were only making you (and your anger) burn hotter and hotter.

And so, you got creatve.

Flipping him so that his back was now facing downwards, you grappled his neck, desperate to elicit more begging from this now broken boy-toy, but it was like his speech was just drowned out.

With this new hold on him, you doused him back under, the muscles in your forearms rippling alongside the water as you watches satisfying little bubbles rush to the surface.

That's when you felt it- a firmness in his trunks.

You didn't believe it at first, thinking it could've been a fish or something.

You groped at it, keeping him submerged under the water whilst a rough spasm shook through him.

And...

He arched up, bucking into your hand whilst clawing at the other one trapped around his throat.

YUCK.

You were perfectly okay knowing that you yourself felt pleasure from this, but having to picture him also getting some was...bewildering to say the least.

Watching his eyes widen in horror under the muck, you lifted your other hand back to his throat, roughly resurfacing him with enough force to give him whiplash.

"W-waittthnn-HICK--hhhUHhhhaiiitt!! Ittshnn'ssnn....shno-aauoot wh-hah-what it l...loo...nhhghNNh.." He sputtered, tripping over his own words as he writhed under you, like a lizard trying to swim away.

You let go.

Admittingly, it was a little funny to watch him sink and scramble, yet that didn't stop you from making your way back to the mansion; the little freak deserved it.

At this time you didn't know if he'd come back, didn't really care either. You didn't hear splashing behind you so you just assumed he was done for.

Arriving back at the mansion, Jeff was there to greet you, interrogating you to figure out where BEN had gone.

He seemed shocked once you told him, and in a rare empathetic side of him, chose to go looking for him.

"Whatever, as long as you do the missions," you had replied, and that really was the truth.

Sure, BEN was your friend...

But being an asshole just... got you off so well

And you didn't doubt that he'd probably have done the same to you.

BEN's POV:

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-!

He spasmed in the depths of the water, both shame and pure fear surging through him. His lungs felt tight, suffocating, familiar.

Adrenaline surged through him as he caught on what seemed like a rock or branch- it didn't matter. He knew he wasn't that deep underwater, but it terrified him nonetheless. Scrambling around near the bottom, he pushed towards the direction he thought was the shore- left? RIGHT? He only felt his panic rise and his heart rate quicken, pushing up from the bottom of the lake and finally breaching the surface.

He took in a large gasp of fresh air, sputtering out some more water like a broken faucet. He heard continued galumphing through the trenchlike flooring of the lake, a pang of guilt and anxiety rushing through him.

Oh my god

Oh my god she's gonna tell everyone

He could feel himself tearing up again, feebly paddling against the now stilling current. Pulling himself up again, he hobbled through the water and miraculously was able to find the shore.

He didn't feel joyful about this though, too ashamed at what had happened to even consider it. Remorse flooded through him like venom, he wouldn't go back home- couldn't, not after what had just happened.

He was convinced that you'd have told the whole mansion about it at that point, aware that you had likely already made it back already as he struggled in the murky waters.

He stumbled away from the lake, wind feeling chilly against his soaked form. He slumped down a nearby tree, holding his abdomen like it would stop the rush of heat he was all too familiar with.

It was disgusting. He knew it.

How something that had killed him turned into this, impossible, he thought. But here he was, grappling with an unexplainable situation, the previous fear turning to only build on the shame.

He felt like he was spiraling, stuck between wanting to vomit or chase after you. As much as he'd hate to admit it, to feeling of you degrading him; hitting him even, he couldn't get enough of it.

Just- your hands. Nobody else's, just YOURS.

He didn't know why but it riled him up just thinking about it, hips stuttering up as if he could force it into existence. Of course, this only made his ears burn hotter, even after what you just did- what you always do, he just keeps coming back.

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part 2 maybe .. . .

[sisierra420]

creepypasta x reader bullshit

made with my bsf 🤤 @d1losercore

freaky ideas for freaky characters

-jeff x reader knifeplay/sh (masochist!jeff and sadist!reader) | smut

-pillow princess jeff x reader | smut

-msub (peak) any crpa character | smut/fluff

-msub!jeff the killer x fdom!reader | smut

-transfem nina | fluff/smut

-bloody painter x reader fluff (painting on sh scars)

-ticci toby x reader axeplay (?) bondage (?)

-BEN drowned x mean!reader | angst/smut (?) waterboarding

-ej x reader (periodplay)

-whiny!toby x strict!reader- (friends with benefits, fucking w/o feelings)-- toby needs help getting off and asks a good friend for help

-dom!clockwork x f!reader-- timed masturbation/punishment

-heat!ej who needs to smell your panties so he dont go apeshit

-kate x reader fluff

-tim gets fucking beat by a bunch of horses (reference to the bloopers) and healer!reader helps him (idk man) fluff/ medplay (?)

-brian needs a back brace (spoilers ig)

-loser!crpa x awesome amazing cool reader !!11!!

-gooner!BEN hides in your computer as you change and it breaks so you go to him to fix it and uh yeah | fluff/smut

-obedient!slender notices you're stressed/unhappy and helps you masturbate | smut

(can you tell we like femdom?)

-toby x reader (we beat him but it's consensual and he likes it❤️) | smut kinda?

-breaking up with the crpa | angst/possibly comfort?

-reader fucking DIES | angst

-lost silver needs YOU 🫵 to jerk him off (poor dude can't get his arms back) | smut

-ej licking reader | fluff

-puppyboy toby x owner!reader | fluff/smut -- shock collar (he makes a noise he gets zapped)

-deskpet!BEN who notices you on a pornsite so he comes out of your pc to EYP (munch mode: activated)

-deskpet!reader x gamer!BEN who gets so overstimulated on the mic that his pc short circuits | semi-public, BEN can't help but whimper (his legs are wrapped around your head), overstimulation, multiple rounds, oral sex, shock play

-heat!ej who already has it running down his thighs when you cum to visit (i'm so funny)

-dom!kate x reader | primalplay

-crpa finding out abt your sh/ed (wow i'm really projecting here) | hurt/comfort

-chalant!crpa x nonchalant!reader | x reader slop (crack, fluff)

-muncher!ej who gets your bush hair stuck in his teeth |

-BEN x siren!reader | fluff/smut

-BEN making a dating game with only you as the love interest instead of actually fucking talking to you 💔 (lost silver brings you the hard-drive -- you find out his kinks to use against him)

-overstimulated!ej who needs to squeeze his tail around your thigh to stop himself from cumming early (it doesn't work anyway)

-crpa! cumming in like 10 seconds 🥀

-jane x reader | fluff

-weirdo!jeff who drinks your divacup | he's jorkin it so smut ig?

-scientist!x-virus x frankenstein!reader | you're his test subject but he gets a little too attached (fluff/smut/angst? unrequited love since you weren't created with emotions)

-crpa SCP AU x scientist!reader

-pathetic!toby who can't tell if you're a hallucination or not but jerks off anyway

-you commit suicide and helen uses your dead body to make portraits of you (he means well trust)

-horrified!BEN who can't understand why he likes it when you choke him (but still fears drowning/not being able to breathe)

-crpa high school au

-engineer!reader makes prosthetics for lost silver

-BEN x reader (he makes me laugh ahh relationship)

-gooner!BEN who interrupts your spotify so you can hear him finish to you

- ^ gooner!BEN who hacks your computer so you all you see on your screen is him jerkin it

-masochist!jeff x smoker!reader who makes you put all of your cigarettes out on him

-tim x reader | banging in the backseat after a mission (hate sex, no relationship)

-crpa x reader (unrequited love/them fumbling you)

-scarred!toby who has extra textured and shaky fingers

-crpa x bedrotting!reader | ONLY HURT FUCK YALL

-crpa x reader | slender finds out yall are dating and forces a breakup

-crpa x epileptic!reader | (def not me projecting 😂) fluff/comfort

-crpa x reader | they get so angry at you and kill you in a fit of rage | angst/hurt

-scrawny!BEN who gets into a fight with you and immediately doubles over when punched (he doesn't want to get back up cause he's hard asf and likes seeing you above him -- no relationship, unrequited crush, hate sex (?) )

-BEN x reader | going skinny dipping 'alone' but he followed you there and can see you in the waters' reflection (freaky but no smut)

-sensitive!BEN who shivers whenever you even blow into his cartridge

-BEN who tells you random ass facts since he knows everything (kinda idk)

-depressed!crpa x reader | you help them shower (INCLUDING BEN!!1!1!)

-valentine's day where they bring you a human heart

-soft!ej who loves it when you mess with his hair

-BEN's ears are sensitive ig

-heat!ej x reader temperature play | he's going through it so you mess with the thermostat to mess with him (hate sexxxxxx <3)

-e-dating BEN and he accidently lets it slip that he's a serial killer

-pathetic!ej who buys an extra copy of your perfume to sniff when you're away on missions

-jeff who licks your blood whenever you get hurt

-glam!nina who only has sex-toys bedazzled in gems (they hurt like hell but you can't get enough)

-clockwork how dat cock work? (it's a strap trust)

-transmasc!BEN who shows you his top surgery scars (I JUST WROTE SOME BULLSHITTTTT)

-male!crpa who just NEED to be stepped on but don't know how to ask (cough cough jeff and BEN)

-toxic!BEN who wants ej to put a chip inside you so he always knows where you are so you can never leave him ^_^

-easy!ej who squirms whenever he can smell you

-heat!ej x demon!reader | he needs you to breed him bc you're the only one who's the same species <33333 (creampie - breeding kink)

-masochistic!jeff who always needs you to tug on his hair hard enough to pull patches out

-flustered!BEN x hairdresser!reader who lets you dye his hair

-toby who dry humps you ("it's j-j-ust my tics i promise" me when i lie) | it's really not, he leaves a wet patch <3

-pathetic!ej who really wants period sex (penetrative) but you don't so he just humps your leg and eats you out (also licks your old pads) | CLOTHED SMUTT

-rutting!ej who knows he can't fuck you so he just eats you out and absolutely SUCKSSS on that bean <333333 (ugh i luv him) < ts is @d1losercore NOT ME

-BEN who makes the two of you in every simulator game

-BEN who can change the taste of his cum like a vape (blue raspberry is done... gotta buy another one)

-eager!ej who can't help but wag his tail when he knows he's doing a good job (he can smell it trust)

- ^ this can also go for puppyboy!toby

-chronically online!BEN x chronically offline!reader

-loser!BEN who played tiki phonk to set his rhythm and you immediately dried up and kicked him out

-eager!ej who's delectably good at making out with you (borderline dry humps you)

that's all folks 🤤🥹 (might write some of ts in the future)

[celestair]

i love sports animes

do you know what else i love? MANAGER READER FANFICs drop links pls