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My name is Draven/Skylar. I'm 20 and a hobbyist writer/artist.
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❀Mortuary Assistant ❀Genshin Impact ❀FNAF ❀My Own OCs
BLM, Free Palestine, Protect LGBTQ+ Rights, Fuck AI.
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♡Fluff, NSFW, Headcanons, Oneshots, Etc. I can write angst but I'm an escapist so it's not my favorite.
♡I don't like writing in first person. But, I will try if you request it.
♡My 'x readers' are generally blank slates but I'll write what you suggest!
---> (Ex; Black!reader, Fat!reader, AMAB!reader, Trans!reader, etc.)
♡Within reason, I can write taboo things. Though context is important to whether or not I'll agree to it.
---> (Ex; If something like an assault is relevant to bring up for backstory or context, I will mention it, I will not go into detail.)
♡Examples of taboo topics could be; Murder, gore, PTSD, mental illness, Age Gaps, religious imagery, monsters, SFW age & pet regression, etc.
---> If you aren't sure, ask! Context matters.
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𖥔If you feed my work to AI, I will wish death upon you. I'm deadass.
𖥔 CNC & Dubcon might be fine, but I won't write rape. Not explicitly and not in an 'x reader' context.
𖥔I won't write incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, or bestialities.
𖥔I won't write age play. I can write a mommy kink, I will write power play, I will write a corruption kink. Age Play is something I won't do.
---> I probably won't write a daddy kink. It makes me think of my father, and I don't need his ghost asking questions. Call me a hypocrite if you want.
𖥔Unless it's on an abusive partner or in the past I won't write cheating. It makes me too sad.
𖥔While context matters, I'm not fond of writing the hinge-poly dynamic. Poly!Ships are fine. But I'd prefer if they were all involved with each other.
𖥔Piss, scat, and feet are super icky to me. I don't even like the words. Nuh uh, never. I'll write blood, jizz, and saliva. That's all.
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Because of ADHD, amongst other things, I really struggle to fulfill requests when it comes to writing. But believe me I try! I do my best. But if your message ever gets lost, I'm terribly sorry.
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you really thought you knew what you were getting into.
your boyfriend, valko, he wasn't just the leader of wolf clan but he was also the chairman of eoncore tech, one of the most powerful tech conglomerates in linkon city. the man commanded boardrooms with a single look, close multi-billion credit deals before lunch, and had reputation for being ice-cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable.
when you first started seeing him, you braced yourself for the aloof CEO experience: late nights where he barely had time for you, serious conversations only, and long stretches of distance while he handled his empire and his clan. The classic alpha wolf who kept everyone, even his mate, at arm’s length.
what you actually got was a 6’0 muscular puppy who treated your personal space like it was his favorite place on earth.
and the funniest part? you loved your personal space… but you never once complained about him stealing it.
especially not when he kept choosing your tiny linkon apartment over his luxurious penthouse downtown.
“valko,” you sighed, trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf again. a familiar wall of warmth immediately pressed against your back, strong arms wrapping around your waist like they belonged there. his chin dropped onto your shoulder, nose burying into the crook of your neck as he took a slow, contented inhale.
“hm?” the deep rumble vibrated through you.
“i can’t cook if you’re functioning as my personal weighted blanket.”
his arms only tightened, pulling you flush against his broad chest. one hand easily grabbed the box and set it on the counter without letting you go. “problem solved,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. he gave your shoulder a quick, playful nip—his teeth grazing just enough to leave a faint indent before soothing it with a kiss. “stay.”
this was your life now.
the chairman of eoncore tech spent most nights crammed into your tiny one-bedroom apartment instead of his sprawling penthouse. he said the penthouse felt too cold. too empty.
while you tried to work at your cramped desk, he’d simply lift you, settle into your chair, and plant you in his lap so he could wrap around you like the world’s most expensive fanny pack. his laptop was open on the side table, but his focus remained entirely on nuzzling the top of your head and occasionally giving your neck or shoulder those gentle, wolfish bites that never hurt—just little reminders.
tonight was no different.
you were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. valko stepped in, shrugging off his suit jacket, golden eyes softening the second they landed on you. before you could even say hello, he crossed the small kitchen in two strides and wrapped himself around you from behind.
“missed you,” he muttered against your hair. he gave the junction of your neck and shoulder a gentle, teasing bite, just enough to leave a small indent, then soothed it with his tongue.
“you saw me this morning,” you teased, though you leaned back into him anyway.
“six hours ago. too long.” his arms locked around your middle, one hand slipping under your shirt to rest warmly against your stomach. “the board kept talking. i kept thinking about coming home to you… and doing this.”
home. he called your tiny apartment “home” now.
you turned in his hold, and he immediately adjusted, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye-level. those sharp golden eyes were soft and needy as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.
“you’re supposed to be terrifying,” you whispered, cupping his face. “chairman of eoncore tech. serious. distant.”
valko huffed a quiet laugh, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved wolf. “i tried that. hated every second.” his forehead pressed to yours. “i’d rather be right here. in your space. biting you gently. keeping you close. knowing you’re safe.”
his tail gave a slow, happy thump against the cabinet behind you.
you smiled, threading your fingers through his dark hair. “my personal space is basically yours at this point.”
“good.” he kissed you again, deep and slow, then trailed another playful bite along your jaw that turned into a warm love bite. “because i’m not sharing it with anyone else. not even you.”
you laughed softly into his shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something wild and comforting that was purely him.
“fine. but at least let me finish dinner before you turn me into a human backpack again, mr. chairman.”
he was quiet for half a second.
then he scooped you up, dinner abandoned once more, and carried you toward the couch with zero shame.
“valko!”
“later,” he said cheerfully, already nuzzling into your neck and giving you one more gentle, affectionate bite as he settled down with you firmly in his lap. “right now the big bad wolf needs his mate. the rest of the world can wait.”
you sighed, half exasperated, half stupidly in love, and let yourself melt into the clingiest, most powerful wolf in linkon city.
your personal space was doomed the moment he decided it was his favorite place.
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What do you mean launch? Launch what?? If he's fucking gone, what update is there? What, you gonna give me the wolf plushie and no fuckin' wolf? Do you think I'm stupid??
The pure idiocy is astounding. I'm more mad at how utterly stupid these decisions are from a business perspective. It's not just frustrating, it's dumb. How're you gonna have all that money and end up being stupid.
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Happy Birthday, Leander! 🥳
Today you’ll find him in his happy place - as the centre of attention in The Wet Wick with a drink, deck of cards, and the Adderstone hyping him up 🍻 If you’re lucky, you may be able to catch his eye for some one-on-one fun 😉
”After years of silence, the Rochana family is finally opening their doors for more suitors."
The Rochana Family was illustrious and well known. A political monarchy in their well established home of Helioplesia. Known for many accomplishments, many attributed to their many children. While they were often known for breaking age old customs, it was hard to deny the benefits of marriage. Politically, financially, heirs, etc. So, as a way to hopefully speed up the process, the five available Rochana's came up with a game.
Inviting suitors from all over, they'd do their best to gain the hearts of each Rochana sibling over the course of two weeks. Staying in the estate and going through the trials and games each of the Rochana's had set up. All with the hope of earning a hand in marriage.
Zephyr isn't thrilled. While he tries to avoid being idealistic, he did always wish for more of a book kind of romance. Or one more earnest. Years of being around nobility, their brown-nosing, has left him tired. However, when he spots an earnest and gruff man in the crowd, he's infatuated. But, Daínn is no suitor. He wasn't an option. Only there to watch his more noble brothers.
However, Daínn can't seem to lose.
This is a fic that's pulled from the story role-play my partner ( @psycheofaphaggot ) and I have been doing the past year. Using our OCs Zephyr(mine) and Daínn(theirs)! It's an AU we're doing for fun! But, we both really like it!
Plus, it's been helping me get back into writing after being so out of it the past two years. I know it's not my usual work but I hope it's still enjoyable to read!
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I don’t tend to request because I fear *everything*. But, however, yet, nevertheless. I am so fixated on that pathetic!nerd!boy x Yandere!jock!dude it’s insane. I don’t know why, I have no reasons, but they are stuck in my brain and I can’t find anything to scratch the itch.
Soooo…if it’s okay, could I maaaybe request a little more with them? Whatever ya want! I’m not picky! I just like them, a lot. Like…I might make OCs I like them so much.
yess syes yes yes ;; reealallyuy really hope you meant the linked fic. so sorry if this Wasnt what you meant. i forget the fanfiction i've made even if i've looked for it. Ignore this...
;; being a total gross weirdo... ! stockolm syndrome, dubcon, graphic gore? you beat someone up in the name of love.
;; a jock who embraced his affection for a sorry little loser who doesn't know how to handle your overbearing love and overall ickiness. you had to remind yourself, over and over, to be gentleㅡto take your time ; he's still a virgin afterall... but you easily claimed it for yourself! you weren't afraid of threatening to hurt him either - merely squeezing his wrist when he gets a little mouthy, staring at him, using your height as leverage... he's compliant. if only you'd known it was this easy, you would've took him ages ago when your obsession first started!
taking care of him... shenanigans. pulling his dainty little fingers from his mouth when he's nervously nibbling his nails... licking them, coating them with your own saliva over his. "enough of that..." - "fingers outta your mouth." coming up with remedies... stickin ur own fingers in his mouth... hows that taste?
and i mean... would he mind if you started dressing him up? of course not!! you're absolutely positively sure he loves you treating him like a doll. making him feel all weird inside when you're cooing at him, holding his hand so gently in your much bigger ones... painting his nails so daintily for a mean, rough man who's forcing him to be his boyfriend. reminding him who you are when you're pulling your hand away to nonchalantly stroke your tumescence because you get off on taking care of your darling boy
you were just protecting him. taking care of him from afar... stalking him. and you're so fucking glad you did instead of obeying his quaint little request of leaving him alone - to give him space because apparently he was comfortable enough to ask for it. what? alone time? what is that !! is he fucking stupid? of course not - he's super smart... maybe he knew you'd ignore his meek demand and follow him anyway!
;; woah... wha? whuh...? blinking, rubbing your eyes as you near your little boyfriend who you were only looking out for - were you seeing that right?
ㅡsome chump picking at your boyfriends clothes... flicking his hair... h-his papers, books slapped out of his hands by a hulking freak who thought it'd be funny to pick on your darling! who did this guy think he is? t-to tease your boyfriend...
,,, blinded by white hot rage, coming to with your knuckles bloody and a blooming purple;red mess of someone's face. hnn. unperturbed... grunting as you haul him up by the collar of his shirt, slamming his back into the wall for good measure - right then! the assailant squirming in your grip, choking on his spit; whines pitifully. a noise that could not ever compare to your darling lovers; no matter how similar they sound in terms of being scared...
"think," you tell him, gritting your teeth. the fucking audacity he has to pick on those tinier than himelf... disgusting. hypocritical, but you aren't one to dwell... "fucking think before you act, do you hear me?" reprimanding him in a neutral tone... all that anger boiling hot just underneath the surface of indifference.
your little nerd. your gentle, darling lover; incapable of protecting himself... eyes blown wide, trembling where he stood. oh, darling,,, you were only protecting him. watching from afar, keeping right up his ass turned out to work out huh? what was he gonna do? just brush off some creep messing with him without confronting? not on your watch...
sighing, wiping your hands off on your shirt as you let the man fall to the ground, sobbing as he crawls off. and now, having to deal with calming him down was nothing new - it was a real art. which was just you forcing him to take your affection. shoving it down his throat and wiping his silent tears with your hand ,,,
ㅡ"i-i'm sorry." you exhale shakily, stepping forward tentatively as if testing the waters. beating up someone in front of him in his honor... to see in real time. oh. "i'm sorry you had to see that. i-i just couldn't stand the way he was messing with you-!!" you whine, trying to get him to understand why you did what you had to do...!! "... are you okay?" seemingly stressed out... your darling feels a sharp twinge of guilt stab his heart for seeing you in such distress...
;; and irritably... your little nerd was dealing with a dilemma. staring at you starstruck, his heart blooms with affection that he could no longer deny. fuck. reading all that fanfiction really paid offㅡnow he can really appreciate you and all the psychotic things you do for him. like he should've been doing from the start, isn't that right? forcing him out of his comfort zone and all...
ㅡ"y-you..." he swallows shakily, hugging himself, having a little trouble speaking... he shuffles forward. you easily embrace him, no matter the discomfort he's outwardly expressing. brushing your lips to the crown of his head - sighing before deeply inhaling the scent of his soap he washes his hair with.
you smack your lips, nodding against him - your sweet little man, shaking as he leans into your chest... smells so good... ㅡ"my sweet pretty thing... me what?" knowing exactly what he was talking about without the pitiful little thing having to say anything at all. you saved him. you're fucking amazing. can't he see how much of a charming character you are? bullying the bully. ;; "thank you."
oh... oh ! how... unexpected!
"you're mine..." mumbling lazily, biting into your darlings' shoulder harshly. sure to leave a mark - sure to make his pretty blemished skin break and drool blood. fuck. you really couldn't help yourself. he- he just thanked you, showed you gratitude so prettily - you couldn't help but reward him in your own way.
;; "n-no, nngh, i-i can't go anymore - i-i have very low stamina, pl-please mmf-!!" your darling cried, scratching along your back desperate for you to ease up on his smaller frame. memories echoing in the back of your mind as he takes what you give him. endurance increased, ten-fold...
"mmh-mmhm..." - yours, he nods weakly in agreement; if he were coherent no way would he be agreeing - right? darling squirming, wanting to show defiance despite being cockdrunk... too weak; restless for something in particular you were depraving him of after bullying your weeping bulbous cockhead passed his lube lathered ring of muscle, his walls remembering you quite well.
"use your big boy words, baby, 'mm-hm' what?" cooing at your darling lover, giggling mischievously ; balls deep and belligerently not moving an inch. hnn - fuck. his walls flexing around your prick soso deliciously. but no!
no matter how badly you wanted to move, to fuck angrily into his hole like he was nothing but a doll to be used for your amusement and pleasure - this was punishment for him too! for what?
ㅡf-for... letting himself be bullied and teased without a word! that's it! but... he was clearly waiting for you to swoop in and save him... such a good boy. despite this being a reward; you still managed to be cruel. only because he looked so cute when he scrunched his nose in frustration... denied friction, how cruel of you.
;; "p-please." no time to register the embarrassment of begging his hulking, murderous - violent ... lover does not describe you. he can't even begin to explain the intricate, complicated feelings he felt for you ; his self-proclaimed boyfriend - knowing one thing, above all. frail heart palpitating harshly against his ribcage, a pitiful cry escaping his lips ; "p-lease," he implores you, mewling your name for good leverage - the little darling learning how to get what he wants; "ㅡm-move... move, please - hic... i-i need you, s-so bad-!"
fuuuck, you exhale slowly. the way he says your name... so, so pretty. your darling... he needs you to move. he needs to feel your thick, veiny lengthy cock fill him up, over and over andoverandover-
you pause, letting the plea set in before slowly pulling your hips from his... yes, fuck, he deserves this - anything and everythingㅡ"so good - y-you're so, so good for me. i love you - i love you so much," you go on and on how good he is for taking you so easily. how he succumbs to your touch, no longer shies away, begs for it even.
;; babbling nonsense while your little nerd writhes to meet your desperate pace, sobbing from pleasure - looking so pretty with tears glazing his downturned eyes; saliva glossing his perfectly shaped lips. "you're perfect." doing so good, not fighting me anymore. ;; mumbling sweet praise, humping into the frail little thing at a relentless pace, eyes closed to focus on the way his gummy walls spasm around you, sucking you in for more.
... and making him cry with how heartfelt you sound - and feeling guilty for liking how pitiful you yearn for him. this was wrong... all wrong.
prom queen by ICP ?? i fuck with yandere readers so bad
dude... you just couldnt help yourself. youre serious! you had no control of your thoughts. it was so awful at first... forming a little crush on some guy you have no business having a crush on-? as a jock type, youre automatically to fall for some girlㅡsome cheerleader, or even some loser - but not some loser ass introvert... yet there you were... jerking off to polaroids of him in the comfort of your huge bed - moaning n groaning out his name and imagining his smaller hands wrapped around your dick instead of your ownㅡhe's so cute, so pretty, so lovely -
you cant wait to see him tomorrow... following from afar from his home that was so conveniently close to yours... you wonder why you havent made your move yet - but it takes time, alright ?!!! you want him to be comfortable around you first... brushing against him in the halls and offering small apologies - grinning wildly as he squeaks n runs off blushing with an apology of his own... so cute. so fucking cute... you,,,youjust cant stop imagining those lips wrapped around your cock... hes soprettyy... soon, you'll be friends... then best friends... then l-loversㅡ
thinking about this fucking nerd in all sorts of disgusting ways - merely passing him in the halls and never communicating or anything! it hurt so bad... it was just so painful to be away from this little freak... this fucking outcast. one of those loser nerd types, fitting right into the teen movie archetype of a nerd with those fucking glasses ( of course ) and nose length hair tucked behind his ears - he was just so pretty... so dainty, almost. those lips - thick and full and just great makeout material... sucking on them til they were dark n bruised and even bloodied-!! fuck he'd look so good with blood dribbling down his chin... there you were, there you would be, lapping it up and peppering kisses around his mouth all teasingly - dont-! don't. get distracted. dont... fucking get hard... think... gross things...
b-but... your cock argues with your thought process, prick bulging from your jeans and you feel so embarrassed... this always happens ! you get distracted while observing your little freak in his equally little place of comfort - back of the campus, where a forest resided, you were watching him from afar; as always... observing is allㅡyou were his secret protector. shoving away the notorious little groups of friends known for fucking with those weaker - making sure to beat the piss out of them and tell them sternly to keep away from your little crush... you didnt want someone to harm him - but it was okay if that someone was you. fantasizing and jerking your cock to the thought of restraining him and verbally destroying his smart lil mind - but obviously, making sure to cheer him right up afterwards. you were big on aftercare in your daydreams...
oh, god... and finally having him in your grasp,,, making him vulnerable and him having to rely on you as you keep him in your huge place... it was out of no where and you clearly couldnt stick to the plan of friends, best friends, and lovers - that theres your boyfriend and you were sick of him not acknowledging that-! "hey, hey, it's okay..." you coo gently, snickering to yourself at the mess your boyfriend makes of himself - sobbing in your thick burly arms and squirming so much that you involuntarily get hard - "you're alright, silly... i have you."
ㅡbut yes, that was the problem... you had him. he couldnt think on whether or not to be actually scared out of his wits or nuzzle into the warmth your chest emanated, he did have a crush on you but he thinks youre taking this t-too farㅡ "it's huge, isn't it? you'll be okay, i promise..." nuzzling into the side of his head after guiding his hand to your weeping cock, the euphoric feeling of his hand shakily wrapping around the base - he was still sniffling... whispering to him, "you be okay, hnn? don't grab too hard, i'll have to do something to you..." not elaborating on your last sentence... the thought of having to hurt him just because he hurt you first made your heart clench,,,
