hii, ‘m dolly, but u can call me bunny, or just angel 2 if u’d like!! i like 2 write super indulgent fanfictions 2 cope wit silly nd stupid feelings i have no other way to express.. i use she/her pronouns nd i am 19! i love things like sleeping, pink, insects, cats, baking & cooking, cosplay, anime, manga, food, and other things..
i only rlly write super self indulgent and self fulfilling fanfics, nd i dont evr plan on changing that at all. all of the “reader” inserts will be afab or gender neutral but *implied fem leaning*, and i will write them with she/her pronouns. (‘f u wnt a rlly good author/writer who dos amab / masc leaning inserts, ‘m gnna direct u to my good friend who does those here -> @aceviscontisgamblingaddiction !!)
adding on2 this, unless specified otherwise, reader will be implied fat/chubby. the only time i’ll say chubby!reader or fat!reader will be for reach.. lol..
i will write for the fllwing fandoms: dead by daylight, fnaf, danganronpa, mha, nd overwatch.. i also likely will write one off characters for certain fandoms 2. pls dont hesitate to send asks / requests..!
1 more thing thats supes important..! please do not follow if u are under 18!! suggestive writings will be posted.
id love to write more about zombie apocalypse au’s for creepypasta.. i saw a post about it but like what characters are we interested in seeing for it potentially..
also sorry for being so slow with requests but unfortunately i think i have to discontinue them </3 my dbd hyperfixation has sadly gone dormant but im sure itll be back
pls more dbd works I loved your Danny one it was so PEAK ty youre a goated writer 😉
i can’t send images but it’s that one where it’s a manga panel and she says “this shit is so peak” with tears in her eyes (me fr)
WHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTRRTTTTTT
wow this is so incredibly sweet 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i definitely will get writing again soon and i actually even have a few really progressed drafts (one of them is danny AGAIN) so if i lock in i can get it done and out again….
so far rn i am a one hit wonder …. i have a jj j j j j j j j jJOB😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
“stay fucking still, bunny.” habit muttered under his breath, an arm wrapped around your waist.
you whined, a little breathless, legs shaking over his own as you pressed back against his chest. your eyes were unfocused and glassy as your hips twitched, trying to meet his movement.
habit had two fingers buried in your cunt while he was sucking deep purple bruises on your neck. wet noises mixed with your moans filled the bedroom.
the tip of his fingers hit that sweet little spot that made your eyes roll and your jaw drop. small chants of ‘please, please, please’ left your mouth, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it.
until he stopped.
his fingers left your cunt with an embarrassing pop! you whined, shaking your head. he’s been doing this to you for the past hour; fucking you with his fingers, bringing you to the edge and denying it to you over and over.
“you’re so mean,” you whimpered, voice laced with desperation and frustration as your legs shook.
he laughed quietly against your ear, “huh uh. am i?”
he kept his arm wrapped around your waist as his free hand moved behind him. your unfocused eyes widened at the sight of a big knife. by the look of it, and considering his sick mind, it could probably be a machete.
you bit your bottom lip as you pressed the back of your head to his chest while he tapped the blade of his knife against your mouth.
“open,” he mockingly cooed, “give your new friend a lil kiss.”
you pressed your mouth against the blade before parting your lips, letting your tongue lick a long stripe from the handle to the tip of the knife.
“good girl.” he praised, amused.
you glanced down as he dragged the blade from your mouth all the way down your body.
“now,” he said, “i know it’s gonna be real hard for your little brain to understand, but you gotta stay still or i’ll end up cutting your cunt. that’d be a real shame. got it?”
you nodded, already dazed.
he pressed the knife against your wet pussy, letting you feel the cool blade before turning it around in his hand. with little effort, he pushed the handle past your folds and into your hole, making you mewl in pleasure. your eyes rolled back at the new sensation as your thighs tensed up.
“bet your pussy’s squeezing the shit out of it.” he mocked, “like a slut.”
he thrusted the handle back and forth at a fast pace, not letting your brain catch up with the fact that you were getting fucked with a knife, and that he wasn’t stopping.
your moans were embarrassingly loud and so desperate that it would have made you feel mortified if you were lucid enough.
habit kept watching you with the same curiosity a cat would have to an aware mouse; eyes tracking your every move, your every micro expression.
being denied for so long made the orgasm come faster than you expected, and it was so intense that you stopped breathing.
your cunt squeezed and throbbed around the handle, habit’s hand held the blade so tightly that it cut his palm. he paid it little attention as he kept staring at you.
only when you stopped sobbing and trashing did he take the handle out of you.
he brought his bloody hand to your face, smearing all the blood around your face before pressing his palm against your mouth, and you dizzily lapped at the cut.
with his other hand, he brought the soaked handle to his lips, taking it in his mouth as he sucked it clean.
“atta girl.”
“you’re actually so mean.” you grumbled sleepily, eyes half lidded.
affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them
need him in every au that exists and every au yet to exist. cowboy, hybrids, office, just one bed trope, modern au, soulmates, i need that man in a soul-crushing way
Toby holding the joint to your lips and forcing you to inhale 🤤🤤 making sure you hold it in till you're coughing and sputtering to the point your brain goes fuzzy 🤤🤤🤤🤤 him fucking you while you're in the clouds so he can hear all the whorish moans you make and so he can watch you go dumb for it🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
How about Danny x Male/GN!reader (pre-fog) who is a detective on the Ghostface case? >:3
dbd!ghostface / danny johnson x detective!reader | w.c:
2nd pov, lack of caps is purposeful, not beta read (id rather claw my skin off lowkey), pre-realm danny, readersona is written to be gender/otherwise neutral, etc etc!
i love this idea btw, i love it so much!! i wish i could make it a multi part series of this, including like in the Entity's realm but no promises lol
if you'd like to support me, reblogs, asks, dms, are always appreciated! and if you'd like, you can buy me a coffee!
"fuck," you whisper as you sit up, shoulders immediately protesting at the first movement in hours. you flick the file closed, the manila folder cover almost an insult. this was the newest murder in the case, a dozen identical killings, bodies, and to top it all off, the pictures this bastard leaves, signature and all on the back.
your neck joins the protest, a stabbing ache between bones at the base spreads slow, reaching your entire scalp. you sigh, lacing your fingers behind your neck and resting your forehead on the folder that's personally offended you.
the stinging feeling behind your eyes only worsens when you close them. "i need to sleep," you relent, a tightness in your chest suddenly overwhelming in your home office. you sigh as you stand, rubbing your neck in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
you barely make a half step away from your desk as your phone rings, the one that only rings when there's another body. the groan that escapes you would wake the dead but you collect yourself, you love your job after all.
the ringing stops as you grab the dingy plastic, pinning the receiver end between your shoulder and ear. you grab a note pad and pen, readying the pair as you speak, "do me a favor and cliffnotes it, arthur? im about to sleep."
"ooh, good guess, detective," the pen between your fingers falls to the desk and slowly rolls onto the floor but you don't move for it. your hand flies to the phone, keeping the receiver against your ear. a laugh comes through the other end, a chill runs down your spine. all of the aches and tiredness are completely forgotten in seconds. "you're so cute when you're angry..."
"what the hell do you want? how did you even get this number?!" you bark, glaring at the notepad like its him. the second comment digs under your skin but you brush it off. if he has this number, he has to know where you live, he can't
"oh don't worry your pretty little head about that, honey. and why would i spoil our little game, detective? you're smart enough to figure everything out, after all," he snarks, though it almost feels like a genuine compliment, in his own twisted way.
"fine. give me this at least; is there a new victim?" the silence stretches so long you know the answer... your tongue curls in your mouth, sucking your teeth. "you want me to 'play a game', ghostface? give me all the damn pieces!"
just before ghostface kills the line, he gives you an address. you slam your phone down, missing the base in your haze to remember the address. the phone clatters to the floor, a droning tone filling the office in tandem with your pen.
you go to reach for the phone, not realizing it had fallen, when you glance at the address, ready to read it to your partner, arthur. you read it a few times before it clicks why its familiar.
ghostface said his next victim was at this address, the one you'd written down. it was your address.
