⁉️neptune🚯

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✶i'm neptune!!

✶i'm 19

✶i have no pronouns so call me anything

✶anything not marked with nsfw or suggestive is sfw

✶feel free 2 give me constructive criticism

✶i am open 2 writing anything

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Maybe I'm just emotional because of hormones or smth, but like :(

STOP OMG READER ENDS UP HAVING A BABY

BARK BARK

anyways :P

watching your little girl scurry around with the chickens, bare feet padding against the hard dirt even though you insist she wears shoes.

it's difficult, as a single parent providing for a girl like your daughter. such a wild spirit, she is.

you're sitting on the stairs to the porch when she approaches. you pulled her on your lap, tugging out of the ribbon that threatens to come undone. only to freeze when your daughter asks,

"what was daddy like?"

your chest heaved in a sigh, hand smoothing over the top of her head. the frizzy curls peaking through the in betweens of your fingers.

"he was a lot like you. untamed and feral," you poked her side and elicited a giggle that squeezed your heart whenever you heard it. "he had such a bright smile, i couldn't help but fall in love when i first saw it. your daddy was a charmer."

your daughter threw her head back and stared at you with familiar brown eyes, undoubtly javier's.

"but most importantly, he was the luckiest man alive. because he helped bring you into the world, which is the most fortunate gift of all."

she beamed with pride, radiating that unknowing innocence that made your stomach sick with guilt. one day she'll know what happened to her father, but tonight was not that day.

john price wiping your closed eyes and watching your tears smudge the black tar over your under eyes. even better if it ruins itself by how badly he gets your eyes watering. thinks its so sexy when mascara streaks your cheeks. he'll be very disappointed if you're wearing mascara and it doesn't run whenever he fucks you. he thinks its a sign of how well he treated you that night. he'll also pound into you harder if your mascara doesn't smudge, and won't stop until its staining your skin.

simon riley will take it as a personal offence if your whole face of makeup isn't ruined. either from pushing your face into a pillow, kissing it off, or your tears, he looks forward to seeing your hard work smeared off. he didn't give you a good enough fuck if your face is still intact. it's a challange to him every time; how much makeup can simon ruin before you tap out?

johnny mactavish loves to ruin your lips. whatever you decided to put on that day—lipliner, lip oil, lipstick, you name it, he loves it. he especially loves it because it leaves stains on his skin that he'll wake up to in the morning, head pounding with a killer hangover. and to tell you a secret, he discreetly licks off your lip gloss if it tastes good. you're just too cock drunk to notice.

Yeah, sorry if this is not something you want to write or if you aren't taking requests right now but I love your writing style and I have writer's block currently :( so I can't really write this myself.

debut post after being dead :p thank u for the inspo !!!

it was an awful morning. a terrible chill running through camp, contrasting coffee sizzling burning hot on your tongue and your mug slipped from frozen fingers onto your feet. not only did you get a chewing from ms grimshaw, but you had to pick the glass out of your shoes and the unfortunate few that nestled in your feet.

walking past dutch's tent, you don't think much of the hushed whispers between him and john. until your name is being called and your feet are already responding before you can process it.

which is how you end up on a house robbery with john. it wouldn't have been all that bad, if only he would shut his mouth. it didn't bother you until you were crouched beside the farmhouse's porch, and john whispers to you in that same i-know-it-all tone.

"stay here on guard."

"excuse me?" you scoffed.

"it's a stealth mission, y'know? can't risk it with yer.. negligence. i got it m'self." john shrugged like it was the easiest conclusion someone can make.

"what? that's a horrible idea! this house is huge, no way you're finding the safe by yourself. besides, what happens if you're cau-"

he was already crouched by the door and slowly pressing it open, and you watched in disbelief as he disappeared. just like that, in the middle of your fucking sentence. the audacity.

you angrily slumped against the side of the house, heavy and loaded revolver still in your hand.

. . .

it just so happened to be his luck. opening the wrong door led him into a corridor where the homeowner stood, shotgun clutched tightly. a shot rang out. two. then silence.

john was still alive. no blood anywhere. his eyes found yours in the darkness at the end of the hallway, revolver steaming.

"what the fuck were you thinkin'?!" you whisper-yelled, grabbing his arm and yanking him into a seperate room.

"he didn-"

"you never tell me to stand guard ever again. who do you think you are?" you crossed your arms, earning a heavy sigh from john. his face burned hot from embarrassment.

"i already found the safe and got the money. let's get out of here before you manage to get yourself in deeper shit."

john glanced back at the frigid body, the blood seeping from the back of his skull. then back at you.

but then he started to do it when you were play fighting on the couch, movie blaring on the television long forgotten. and then he started to do it when you just finished brushing your teeth to annoy you.

and then, it started happening as a daily occurrence. you'd feel nikolai's broadness looming behind you, his arms locking you in place before his hand traveled up your neck. two digits tapped on your bottom lip softly, and you knew exactly what to do.

javier escuella is an asshole.

javier escuella who flips off and/or insults anyone who bumps into him while passing by, even if it's by accident. his vicious and cruel words directed at any insecurities he might think they have. all while he keeps his head set high.

javier escuella who is always grumpy at camp, extremely unapproachable unless he just so happens to be in a rare, vulnerable mood. spitting and hissing at anyone who just so happens to great him.

javier escuella who doesn't care for others when he's on missions. he removes all feelings of weakness and hides himself behind a mask of arrogance. he doesn't care about the woman who cried when he held her at gunpoint for her glimmering necklace, nor care about the poverty-stricken homeowner who has an expensive family heirloom, the only thing he had left. if it can make money, javier will take it.

javier escuella who bitches and moans about anything that inconviences him, even if it's benefiting people close to him. it doesn't matter, he needs the world catered to his every whim.

javier escuella who takes what he wants from you, even if you're tearing up and begging him to slow down. it feels too good to stop, and your tears make you look so beautiful..

javier escuella who sticks a finger in your mouth so you'd shut up. he knows you can take it, and you wouldn't want to disappoint him, would you? he doesn't want the whole camp to hear, he is selfish and wants to be the only one to hear your sweet whines. after all, javier knows he's an asshole, and he doesn't plan on changing soon.

you both had made love moments ago, and now you were currently winding down after it had felt like your body was melting. charles was breathing above you, his eyes closing to simmer down. your fingers finding his glistening forehead to sweep frizzed fly-aways. his head leaned into your touch.

"charles," his eyes found yours instantly, "can i braid your hair?"

his head tilted and his eyes thinned. his suspicious expression was enough to make you giggle, which made him smile in return.

"i just want to get it out of your face." you blinked at him innocently, even though he knew you were anything but that.

"..fine," charles grumbled like it was some sort of chore, even if he was biting back a grin.

. . .

your fingers combed through his long, raven locks, flattening the fly-aways. in your mouth, a few bobby pins sat between your teeth. you carefully parted his hair into three sections.

"so, what were you and arthur whisperin' about?" you hummed casually. you had been searching for charles around camp earlier, only to find him and arthur muttering to each other. they quickly shut up when they spotted you, though.

"quit being nosy."

"i'm not nosy! i'm curious! it's human nature, y'know."

"is that right?"

you both sat in comfortable silence as you continued to lace his hair together. you were always secretly jealous of how silky it was, especially without mantience.

you finished the braid with one of your dark navy ribbon. charles was secure in his masculinity, so you were glad he paid no mind to this. you set some loose pieces back with your bobby pins.

running your hand down the length of the braid, your fingers clasped around the end and tugged lightly, earning a chuckle from charles.

"careful," he teasingly reprimanded. you curled your arms around his neck and perched your cheek on his shoulder, staring up at the side of his face, scooting closer so your chest was smushed against his broad back.