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This is so pretty!!
would yall read a steve fic…with a reader that’s a stallion…like 5′10, wide hips, thick thighs, fat ass, a lil tummy, big tits…please say yes…I will get on my knees and beg right mfin now. I just know he’d be in heaven with a thick bitch ok. and she’s tall???? Steve would be ON HIS KNEES…shit eddie too…hyperfem!thick!reader x eddie?????? girl. Now i got my mind working. lemme sit my ass down
PLS SOMEONE WRITE THIS
These are the type of “creators” we do not need in our community. If your’re only coming here for a paycheck, then I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to leave and start writing up resumes and looking on indeed for employment. It is not our responsiblity to keep you fed, especially when you are fully cable of working! It’s sad that the only reason you’re leaving now is that you can’t make money off us, it just proves that this whole patreon thing was a signal for people to come and take advantage of us. They don’t give a damn about us, the game, or the community unless they are getting paid. And judging from the responses on this post, a lot of people feel the same way as i do. Just sad.
I’m so glad this is happening bc some shit has been behind paywalls since 2019 BRO 😭
I couldn't care less abt the discourse I've seen around who the hottest slasher is. it's candyman. stop fighting.
Saying the truth 🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️
Fanfic: * Y/N is called “pet”, “slave”, “creature”, “monkey”, etc. as terms of endearment*
Me; a negro:
RIGHT! 😭
Megan’s Instagram Update (May 13, 2022)
she’s so bad bro 😫
Yara Shahidi photographed by Jamie Nelson
i love black women
NO FR. I remember reading them wackass creepypasta x reader fanfics on wattpad and they would always have “blue orbs” or straight hair 😭
Better Than a Milkshake
Tomura Shigaraki x f!reader
Genre: Smut Notes: It just feels like something he'd be into tbh Warnings: 18+, consensual encounter, cheating, reader has a child, lactation kink, mommy kink, handjob (m receiving), bratty!Tomura, (does this count as dom!reader? idk), name calling, use of 'good boy', praise. Words: 1.6k
Shigaraki doesn’t envy anyone as much as he did Touya. How could he stop himself from feeling the agonising jealousy he feels coursing through him whenever he thinks about you? The girl Touya won over at college. The girl who’s virginity he took. The girl who let him knock her up. That’s the worst part of all, Tomura thinks. The fact that you’re bound together for life because of a fucking kid that looks exactly like his father. They’re identical. A perfect mini me. But you know all about Tomura’s jealousy. He gets so worked up about how things turned out between the three of you. You don’t regret being with Touya and you definitely don’t regret your child. But there is one thing that satiates his frustration for a few days.
He likes it when you play mommy.
And he loves it when he’s your baby.
Still baffled that this nigga Touya knew that the reader was being a mommy for Tomura
Where’s my 4-Town Robaire x reader fanfics?? Where??🤨
I need it. IMMEDIATELY. 😒
my son was a pussy so i developped a zombie virus 😌
Purrr such a smart idea it totally won’t end up backfiring and causing the town to become infected with the virus because the student you tested it on escaped and now was transferred to a hospital further spreading it 😍‼️
☁️change-yoon gwi-nam☁️
a/n: im a sucker for a storyline where the bully changes and gets what they deserve so this is part of that hehe and again feedback good or bad is always welcome as i still don’t know how to format my imagines or if people like them, so feel free to leave me feedback! also part 2 will hopefully be out very soon as most of it is already written :) one last thing, this is my first kdrama and kind of horror (?) imagine so im sorry if it’s not great lool
warnings: mentions of killing, zombies , occasional curse words and knives
Part 1
-3rd person p.o.v-
y/n was in the school cafeteria when it happened. she was getting lunch when suddenly students started to run in screaming. followed by those who had turned.
she now found herself hiding in the cafeteria’ kitchen area with one of the school’s bullies gwi-nam. probably one of the worst people to be with at a time like this but she had no choice.
she wasn’t an idiot. she didn’t trust him, not even for a second, but she had to stay hidden for as long as she could to plan an escape. she’d already watched gwi-nam brutally push out two other people from where they were hiding to save himself and y/n was sure she would be next if she stayed. so now she had to make a run for it.
As much as I want gwi-nam to be like this…this nigga is just too “him” to pull this off 💀 enjoyed the story tho!!
Drunk In Love
roronoa zoro x fem! poc reader
genre: fluff
warnings: consumption of alcohol
description: the strawhat crew stops on a nearby island for supplies. zoro takes a trip to the local pub only to have some interesting company join him.
It’s safe to say that Roronoa Zoro was lost. While this was not a rather surprising statement, it does get tiring to hear that the swordsman hasn’t picked up on his sense of direction since entering the New World. Again and again, every twist and turn looked similar to him, causing him to wander further and further from his desired destination. That destination of course being a pub.
The male couldn’t go too long without having at least a sip of alcohol, his mouth craving the flavor after a good while. He cursed as he traveled down another unfamiliar path, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he dragged his feet along the dirt ground.
Maybe he should’ve listened when Nami said to take someone with him. Nevermind, he would have had to take that curly browed idiot with him, and he’d rather not argue the whole way to the pub.
Zoro scanned his surrounds once more, seems as though those twists and turns led him back into the town, where the pub was apparently located. He let out a sigh of relief, tired of wondering around the dense forests, especially since all of the trees were so similar looking.
He trotted along, dirt kicking out in front of him as a result. Many different sounds flooded his ears, whether it were children whining for the cherry tarts that were on sale to the left of him — they were supposedly the best in town — or the slight ringing of laughter coming from the restaurants to his right, he reckoned that’s where Luffy was trying to go, the smell of meat too tempting for him to ignore.
About half way through the town square, Zoro encountered the very place he’d been searching for. With a snarky grin on his face he hurriedly pushed open the doors, the smell of booze greeting him ever so kindly. Walking a few feet up from the entrance way, he plopped on to a tall wooden stool, slamming his hands on the oak countertop in order to catch the bartenders attention.
“Lemme get a beer.” He bluntly demanded, obsidian irises staring boringly into the man behind the counters backside, watching as he turned around with a tight lipped smile on his face.
“Sure, coming right up!” The chubby male worked swiftly, and right as Zoro gave a long loud yawn a pint of beer was slammed on to the table, causing him to smile excitedly.
“Thanks.”
“No problem sir! Tell me if you need anything else!” He stated as he hurried off to handle another customer.
Zoro raised the mug to his chapped lips, taking large gulps as he drank the liquid. It left a satisfying burn as it traveled down the pathway of his throat, soon settling in his stomach along with whatever else was down there. He let out a sigh of relief and a belch, which caused quite a few heads to turn towards the noise.
“Oh shit, that’s Roronoa Zoro!”
“What’s he doing here alone?”
“If he’s here then that means Strawhat is most likely near by.”
The whispers grew louder as men and woman alike began to worriedly question the young males motives, discreetly scooting further and further away from him. Zoro huffed closing his only good eye, all he wanted was a peaceful drink at the bar, was that too much to ask for? Guess that’s what he gets for being a pirate.
“You looking for company?” A voice asked, the groan of wood rubbing against wood following soon after, causing Zoro to assume that they pulled out the chair beside him. He grunted, eye still not opening as his left hand gripped the handle of his mug.
“No, go away.” He replied, taking another gulp of his liquor.
“Aww don’t be like that, I promise I’m an interesting gal.”
Zoro opened his eye in annoyance, gaze traveling to your figure. “I said go away you damned wom-” he cut off suddenly, voice caught in the back of his throat as he stared at the sight in front of him.
You were beautiful, your hair was braided into a style he’d never quite seen before, but it was unique and eye catching. Your browned skin all but glowed as there was a window right behind your figure, the sun illuminating your very being. Your nails were thumping against the dull oak countertop in front of you as you softly bit your plump lip, your pearly whites slightly poking out. “You alright there mister?”
His body jolted causing a cough to rile up from the sudden movement. “Oh my god are you okay?” You asked again, this time worriedly. Your voice was damn near angelic, the sound of it bringing heat to his cheeks as he slammed his fist on to his chest to stop his wheezing.
“Y-yeah I’m fine.”
“You sure? Had a bit of a cough there.” Your eyes seemed like they were staring into his very soul as you laid a hand on his chiseled backside, rubbing light circles upon it.
“I’m fine! I can handle a little cough.” He roughly shook your hand off of his back, face becoming more crimson by the minute.
“Hm, I can see that big guy.” You chuckled, gesturing the bartender over. “Hi, may I have some booze please? I’ve been craving some for the longest!”
The male nodded, cheeks turning pink at the slight groan you let out. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll get right to it!”
“Thank you love!”
“Oi!” Zoro quickly called out, watching as the bar man rolled his eyes before sending him a full smile and a slight nod. “I need more booze.”
“Coming right away sir.” The man grumbled, reaching upwards to retrieve two mugs.
“You seemed to have irritated the man a bit.” You quipped, letting out a small thank you as the very man you mentioned handed you your drink.
“Not my fault he hates his job.” Zoro replied back, muttering out a thank you as well as his drink was set in front of him.
“I don’t think it’s the job he hates.” You smirked, licking your lips of the residue booze.
“Yeah whatever.”
Silence overtook the both of you as you indulged in your liquor, you yourself starting to feel a slight buzz around your fifth mug. “You still drinking?” You questioned, glancing over at the green haired male beside you.
He shot you a quick look, cheeks red from what you assumed was caused from his alcohol intake. “Yeah, surprised you can keep up with me, you damned woman.”
You scoffed, leaning closer to his flushed face, the red of his cheeks increasing with the closing distance. “Oh please, I could out drink your ass in an instant.” You announced cockily, nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol coming from his breath.
He cackled at the sentence, body shaking from complete and utter shock at what he believed to be an incorrect statement, though he guessed he’d have to find out. “Oh really? Is that a challenge?”
“You bet it is moss head.”
“Oh it’s on.”
Drink after drink, you two continued to down as many mugs as you could, the burn intensifying with each gulp. You took a sharp breath as you hastily drank another one, hearing cheers from the spectators, bets circulating on which person would win the battle. After about 56 mugs, Zoro lightly tapped chipped oak countertop, causing you to whoop in victory, screams erupting from the onlookers.
“Ha! Told you I would win!”
Zoro giggled, pushing his body from the wooden stool. “Damn, never thought I’d see the day.”
“I’m surprised my damn self, you can drink your ass off.” You smiled, flipping your intricately braided hair off of your shoulder.
“Well, it was nice drinking with ya.” The male declared as he trotted out of the bar, sending a small wave your way.
“Wait! You can’t just leave!” You rushed after him, hands clammy and mouth dry as you forced your legs to work properly enough to be able to run after the male. Though Zoro did hear your outburst, he decided to continue walking, once again kicking up dust as he wandered about. Your footsteps grew heavier, the affects of the alcohol you drank just now washing over you. You began to walk sluggishly, soon tripping, sending your body tumbling into Zoro’s.
“H-hey! What the hell?!” He firmly grabbed your plush waist, unintentionally pulling you flush against his toned body.
His cheeks heated up once again as his eyes settled along your face, your eyes glazed over, bottom lip slightly red, most likely irritated from the amount of times your teeth have harshly dug into them. “You...you alright?” His fingers traced pathways along your skin, trailing lines and circles as you both continued to stare at one another.
Soon you leaned forward, capturing your lips with his, the taste of alcohol dancing along your tongues. Heat trailed throughout your body, hands settling on top of his as you continued to embrace one another. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing more than once, though neither of you minded, you simply continued to take in every single bit of each other.
You eventually pulled apart, both of you heaving from the intensity of it all. You both stared at each other’s slightly dulled irises, gazing upon the possibilities of this new relationship, or whatever you’d like to call it.
“Y/N”
“Mhm?” Zoro cocked his head sideways, rubble rubbing against the back of his scalp from the movement.
“My name, it’s Y/N.” You repeated, ruffling the males hair to shake off the excess debris.
Zoro hummed in response, cheeks flushing for what seemed to be the thousandth time today. “My names Zoro.”
notes: idk wtf is going awn in this fic lmfao 💀
Played Drunk in love while listening to this and whooo 😮💨
Slashers’ Meeting Their (Future) Bimbo! S/O #3 - Michael Myers
Summary: There’s a killer hunting Y/N. It’s the perfect time to prove she’s the greatest scream queen that’s ever been.
Notes: Reader is Female. I changed the gif.
Warnings: Blood.
Michael stalked silently through the house, blood drenched him from head to toe, but he wasn’t done yet.
There was one more person left to kill.
Y/N was doing her best to keep her breathing quiet. She clasped her fingers over her mouth as she shook with adrenaline in the back of a bedroom closet.
She almost gasped when bedroom door creaked open.
Heavy footsteps alerted her that Michael Myers, the shape of Haddonfield, was now in the room with her.
‘Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!’ she screamed mentally.
So caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize when the killer reached the closet door.
He swung it open, exposing the girl and without hesitation picked Y/N up by her shoulders and flung her across the room.
Her head banged against the wall, and only then did she let out a blood-curdling scream,
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh,” her scream faltered. She cleared her throat and tried again. “AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh-hh,” her voice cracked this time.
Red-faced, she apologized. “Omg, I’m so sorry. I swear I can do better than that. You know, in the 11th grade, I was totally the star of my high school’s production of grease, right? So my voice is like amazing” In the most literal sense, she played a star during the late night drive-in scene.
“I just barely got upstaged by Jenna Tang from fifth period, that bitch”
Jenna Tang played Sandy.
Michael didn’t know what the hell was going on.
With a deep breath, Y/N began doing vocal exercises “do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do! Okay, I like totally have it down now. Let’s take two!”
And with that, the girl walked past him and right back into the closet.
‘She wants to get thrown again?!’
Well, Michael didn’t mind that.
He opened the door and tossed her across the room, her head hit the wall with a sickening crunch, and the man lifted his knife.
“AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She faltered once more.
Y/N sighed. “Take three,” and walked back into the closet, bleeding profusely from her skull.
She had barely closed the closet door when she stuck her head out and casually asked, “When you stab me to death can you like avoid my face and maybe pose me in a really cute way? I like have to look hot for when my cold, dead corpse is featured on the evening news. Omg, Jenna Tang is gonna be so jealous.”
With that, she shut the door. A few minutes passed, and nothing happened.
After an hour, Y/N left the closet to look around for Michael, but he was long gone.
“Wtf! That’s so uncool,” she huffed.
Dejected and a bit light-headed from the blood loss, Y/N whipped out the phone that had been on her the entire time and dialled a phone number. The receiver picked up.
“Hey bestie, can you come pick me up? I like basically got stood up. KK, I’ll just text you the addy, Jenna.”
Now my fav fanfic