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xodite · 1 month

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MDNI

Female yandere oc x fem reader x fem! Yan! Oc!

Light smut incoming

This fantasy post includes forced Pussy eating, soft cnc, bondage, kidnapping, chase kink, fem characters, fem genitalia, cult leader, worship kink, blood, bondage and praise.

The cult leaders pet

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After finding pictures in the forest while camping of dead bodies drained of their blood with a deadly cults logo as-well as a gorgeous woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes standing on top of the bodies you dash to find help, will you escape in time?

You ran through the harsh secluded forest with the cold winds rushing through your hair as you raced away from your camp where you found those cursed images only two things ran through your mind, were you next? And what the fuck was that?

Through your jumbled thoughts and ragged breaths you looked down to see the pictures in your hands again. These images looked hauntingly like the witness described pictures of the deadly cult that lived in these woods, although those were just rumours right? Paranoia raced through your body as you breathed harder until you heard a haunting branch crack behind you. There was someone behind you. And they didn’t have the best intentions with you. Especially with those images you held in your hands.

You continued to race through the forest as you heard ragged breaths and angry desperate cries. The cries rang around your thumping panicked mind. They were loud and horrid. The cries pinged your mind and plagued the deepest crevice of your mind.

In a panic you spotted a thick couple of bushes and hid in there, accidentally dropping the evidence aka the photos. As you watched them fall you heard two people arguing angrily then complete silence. Utter silence. Before a soft woman’s voice rang out from the bush after her perfect manicured fingers picked up the now muddied photos.

“Sweet thing! come on out~! Poor thing your probably so petrified~ trust me our goddesses will be so welcoming! There’s nothing to fear!”

The voice chirped condescendingly as you heard them rustle in the bushes around you, increasingly getting more and more aggressive. They wanted to find you and they wanted to find you now. Then it all came crashing down upon your poor brain as you realized, they wanted you. They wanted to offer you like they did to those to their leaders. The cult was real.

As the wandering hands came closer you felt your muscles tense and you dashed out of the bushes, desperate to escape. At the sudden movement you caught the eye of the near by follower and they attempted to grab onto you, pushing you both into mud as your knees bled from the sharp stick and rock slivers in the wet mud. You desperately crawled away while screaming for help as loud as you could. Suddenly you no longer felt the crushing grip on your leg and looked behind you. The followers were bowing?

Your eyes looked infront of you to see two taller beautiful woman. Cold horror rushed through your veins as you realized one of the woman were in the photos. They were both dressed in riches and soft silk fabrics as they looked down upon you. One had beautiful black silk dressings while the other had white dressings. You easily recognized the one in the black dress as the woman who stood upon the dead bodies.

Cold Horror struck through your bones as your ragged breaths rang audibly through the tense atmosphere. You had no where to run.

Before you could react you felt a sharp pinch in the back of your neck as everything went dark, one of the followers must’ve used a sedative dart. The only thing you felt after that was cold silence as you heard your body thump in the mud and felt yourself fall out of consciousness and the harsh ear ringing sound that permanently altered your hearing.

- smut warning -

You awoke chained to the hard cold ground on your knees infront of the two woman who sat on simple yet elegant wooden chairs. Once you got a clearer look at them you realized they were both hauntingly gorgeous yet something about them ran shivers down your spine. Wordlessly the one with lighter silks stood and laid a gentle hand against your face and slowly guided your disoriented mouth to her smooth delicate pussy. You shook your head no softly yet she tugged harder on your hair, causing tears to run down your face.

“Behave.”

The powerful woman above you demanded as she continued to push your face into her pussy to your dismay. At the rough action you felt the other cult leaders arms wrap around your waist and heard her smooth voice speak to the woman above you,

“Iradita my love, be gentle.”

The woman spoke while slowly slipping her two fingers onto your underwear, slowly massaging your clit. You moaned softly as her skilled fingers continued to attack the little bundle of nerves, ignoring your little whimpers of disapproval.

“Irademia. I shall do as I please, and this sweet girl is going to eat my pussy.”

Iradita hissed while shoving your face into her pussy demandingly. Horror washed through your body as you remembered the news about the horrors they put their victims through, it was better to stay on their good sides. You slowly stuck your tongue on her clit and licked gently. The woman above you groaned and moved her pussy around on your tongue, obviously enjoying it. Her grip on your hair loosened as she whispered,

“Oh sweet girl I’m going to enjoy you, keep going for I am your goddess”

Terrified of Iradita’s anger you kept going, on the edge of cumming from Irademia fingering, you started to suck desperately on Iraditas clit for some form of comfort from the sensitivity in your clit from the merciless massaging. Finally you came on Irademia’s fingers, coming undone and collapsing in her arms. At your movement Irademia caught you and allowed you to rest on her as she continued playing with you.

Iradita groaned and placed one leg over your shoulder, placing her pussy on your face, forcing you to keep eating her out. This was going to be a long night, and you were theirs now, their pet. Their offering.

#lgbt nsft #wlw concepts #hard nsft #sapphic nsft #minors dni #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #yandere lesbian #poly yandere x reader #hard k!nks #tw kidnapping #txt smut #yandere smut #wlw smut #xodite.writes

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samyazas-heaven · 1 year

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What a funky little postman!!

#protect him at all costs #i will die for this man #he's so babygirl #welcome home #eddie dear #wally darling #welcome home eddie #welcome home art #ouri art #azza txt #azza arts #my art #art #eddie welcome home

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trinketbug · 4 months

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Wally is here so I took him to the aquarium! I think he really enjoyed it (:

#Wally darling #welcome home #Wally darling plush #txt #sillyposting

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scalpho · 3 months

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bill seacaster loves perfect idealistic versions of both his son and his wife - the difference is that with hallariel, the ideal is treated as reality, whereas with fabian, it's treated as an expectation. his love for hallariel is unconditional, almost to the point of delusion; for fabian, it's conditional, and the conditions are nigh impossible to consistently fulfill. hallariel is never criticised and blame is constantly shifted away from her, while fabian is met constantly with both plus threats of physical violence. sometimes he's even baited into being criticised!

to bill, hallariel is perfect, and therefore is incapable of doing anything wrong. fabian should be perfect, and therefore is not allowed to do anything wrong

of course, being lauded as an ideal rather than a normal, flawed human (elven?) person is not good or healthy for anyone - hallariel has a severe alcohol abuse problem and bill does absolutely fuck all about it. newsflash: that's bad! but i feel like there's a difference between harming someone by enabling their bad habits vs causing active, frequent and often intentional harm to someone by imposing yourself on them. there's only one person in seacaster manor getting death threatened by their parents on the regular and it sure isn't hallariel

#hallariel offers absolutely no contribution to her son's upbringing. bill never does anything about the active neglect of his darling boy #he does however threaten to murder fabian over the possibility of him not choosing to help his mama #so it's really not hard to tell who his priority is here.#hint: it's not the kid whose head he smashes into a jail cell floor #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fabian aramais seacaster #bill seacaster #hallariel seacaster #scal txt

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awmancreeper · 6 months

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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆

Synopsis:

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

PAIRING: nonidol!Soobin X Fem!Reader

Fic Type: SMAU + Written Chapters

Genre: Anime inspired Au, Fluff, idiots!in!love, mutual!pinning, Comedy, mature, opposite!attract, University Au(kinda)

⚠︎︎WARNING: MDNI!!!, swearing, suggestive, inappropriate jokes

Featuring: all of txt, Minji (Newjeans), Jake (Enhypen)

Started: November 2023

A/n: THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE ANIME “My Dress Up Darling“ NOT THE MANGA(sadly). If you’ve seen the anime yk it’s a bit suggestive so you are WARNED. Also SLOW UPDATES - I get busy:/

Status: Discontinued

Profiles

GYAT (get your act together) / The Lead and his two idiots

₊˚ෆ⟢Chapters⟢ෆ˚₊

1. Friends? They disappoint me

2. Poor Pochita

3. Weird Dreams(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

4. Social Cues

5. On Babies?!

6. What the hell?…

7. Crazy?

🝮 7.5. Greatest Weakness

8. Justice

9. River Dolphin

10. Mama Got Paid

11. Doggy Style Fries

12. @.tae.hyun

13. Smile

14. For You<3

Taglist: CLOSED (ask or comment to be added)

#my dress up darling #tomorrow x together #kpop #txt fluff #kpop smau #txt smau #fem reader #soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #anime au #anime inspired

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moogiwara · 7 months

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small fanon pet peeve is when ppl say ZoSan started fighting out of nowhere or even that zoro was so rude and sanji had to fight back when in canon sanji instigated the hostility until zoro got with the program in little garden. it’s a pet peeve bc I think sanji being a dick makes him insanely more fuckable and breedable than if he was just a victim of circumstances being offended by a brute marimo

#🌿.txt #zosan #sorry I think sanji is hot when hissing and spitting and inviting trouble #as if it’s my fault #ofc this doesn’t apply to opla #since opla sanji is a darling #and opla zoro is a snarling dog #but animanga zosan started bc sanji was venting his frustrations on zoro

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tulodiscord · 4 months

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love when south indian directors and actors make blatantly gay movies but still try to pass them off as “ macho macho straight as a rod ” like lmao the only thing straight in those movies is bae's dick dicking down their euphoric bae periodt

also looking at our latest queer addition : salaar — vardha is a fucking simp for deva and deva is straight up possessive devoted boyfriend that's obedient to his word like a guard dog is submissive but that won't matter if vardha is in trouble

both their priorities go like : vardha / deva >>>> amma / baachi >>> everything else

also prashanth neel i don't need to be in your walls because i kNOW they're gonna reunite / make up in the end one way or another — they love each other too much to ACTUALLY kill each other . the only way that can successfully happen is if they pull a hannigram and jump off a cliff together .

ALSO they were totally flirting in the rabid men final fight scene like vardha's face when deva said he had a lot of friends and that they were a lot more beautiful than him ??? the confusion , the anxiety , the offence taken in his eyes ?????????? just fucking kiss already trauma be damned y'all bonded for life

dusting off my blog @tuloblurbs to write some stuff bc i am inspired again so keep an eye out or send any requests if you've got any. also, check out @desipyar if you wanna rp aha ✨

#w txt #salaar #salaar: part 1 — ceasefire #varadeva #devaratha raisaar #vardharaja mannar #devaradha #prabhas #prithviraj sukumaran #[ prabhas simp vc ] darling #prabhas and prithvi make a hot fucking pair btw and i love that they have become such good friends off-screen #devuda o machi devuda! idena ni maya?

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solar-wing · 2 months

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[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

⚣ T.W. 🏈🎓 → yandere | MINORS DNI 18+ only | possessive & controlling behavior | a/b/o dynamics |

⚣ Words 🏈🎓 → 1.4k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏈🎓

Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice.

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too.

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package.

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

☀️ | YANDERE | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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rainymoodlet · 3 months

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🌧 rainymoodlet is in full hiatus mode! 🌧

hoo... absolutely sick to my stomach writing this. ✌ for more information, please read below! thank you all for following my stories, loving my bachelor challenge, and loving my little pixels as much as i do. 😊

Well, my darling fellow simblrs... it's happened. It's been a bit of a long time coming over the past few months, but I've finally decided to put my blog into a permanent sort of "hiatus mode". I am a person who is riddled with executive dysfunction and lack of self-control, and I know that if I don't legitimately cut myself off from Simblr™ and the disassociation it's allowed me, I will. not. quit. 😅

I originally joined Simblr back in 2021 during a really difficult and isolated time in my life. I haven't been able to speak much to it because of the legal issues it's tied up in, but Simblr became my escape whilst in the throes of seeking justice against my abuser in a time where my entire family had abandoned me, and my fiance and I were living alone in my parents' house with only the two of us to swirl in deep and massive depression. Sims has always been my escape; from 2004 onward, it has given me narrative control and visual fantasy for as long as I can remember, and it will always be a deeply comforting and "safe" game for me.

But when I joined Simblr, it was out of many of the reasons that I think we can all relate to as writers and creatives. I had the idea for Loved by the Sun, and as I kept imagining and writing and building this world, I thought: "I deserve to show this to people. I really want people to see this. And I really want them to think it's good." I had been existing on the fringes of Simblr on my own personal Tumblr blog: I've seen countless legacies rise and fall, countless dramas spread out across blogs that are no longer active and haven't been for years. I wanted people to wake up and roll over and check my blog, desperate for updates, eager for more.

And more than anything, I wanted to escape the day-to-day hell I was living in.

But as the years went on, I've noticed that the excitement and creativity that drove my creation of my account has dwindled beyond measure. And I will put that on myself - starting a Bachelor Challenge like Kiss Me in Komorebi was one of the beginning nails in the coffin of my creativity and enjoyment of Simblr. I do not regret it one bit, and I am so grateful for the following it's gained and the genuine enjoyment you've all had with KMiK. It's my proudest achievement, it's pushed me to be a better editor and a better screenshot-taker, it's challenged me in my way of playing and it's introduced me to so many wonderful people.

But of course... I me'd it up. 😎

I've become obsessed to an egregious degree with the perception of my handling of this challenge. I want everyone to feel as though their sim gets enough screen-time, I want everyone to feel that the creative effort they put into submitting their sims was respected, and I desperately don't want anyone to feel left out or as though they're being ignored in favor of other contestants. It became so much less of telling Dan's story and journey, and all about how I was appearing as the Master of the Game.

And to be honest, my obsession with "staying relevant" in the fast-paced scroll of the Simblr Dashboard, believing you all would stop caring or stop reading if I didn't post as quickly as possible, was my own doom from the start, fkdfdjk.

In my life, I've had countless opportunities to turn my life around and start changing for the better. And time and time again, the energy that could have gone toward improving my situation or bettering my relationships has gone toward Simblr, and this online environment. I have practically no life beyond the screen: my days off are spent taking screenshots or spending four hours on builds that I still won't finish, obsessed over every angle, desperately seeking out that ~sparkle~ of simplicity and not-trying-too-hard I apply to all of your screenshots.

I am a dopamine and serotonin fiend, and though I can pinpoint in my life where trauma and isolation has pushed me to my online spaces, I was hyper-aware of the reality that in a few years, I won't be involved in Simblr. I won't be posting constantly, I won't care about the mods or the updates or the custom content.

And the stories I've written will be monuments to the time I've wasted, working on chasing the serotonin monster instead of bettering my own life and my own situation.

And now, I've got a real chance to do something better with my life. My fiance and I are at a crossroads of choice - we can change our lives for the better this year, or we can accept that the years of inaction we forced ourselves into out of the fear of moving forward have doomed us to a life we're not happy with. And I am one stubborn bastard when it comes to giving up.

The friendships and connections I've made here are some of the most meaningful in my life, and I hate that I've pulled back in the way I have. Along the way, it became much more about the notes, the numbers, the interaction, the reblogs over likes - and I lost myself and my friendships to my own mismanagement of my time and energy. I could spend five hours on one build, going from 7am to 12pm in a lightning speed of disassociation and obsessive Alt-clicking, and at the end of the day sit there and go...

What the hell have I done today? I could have messaged someone, I could have chatted with my friends, I could have done something. But no, I built a science lab, or a date location, and fretted the entire time until my stomach felt sick that it just "wasn't right" or wouldn't "look the way I wanted it to" in my screenshots.

I deeply, deeply love my stories, and I am so proud of them and what they've done for y'all and how you all have enjoyed them. I am incredibly lucky for the experience I've had on Simblr, and I know that there are plenty of blogs out there that sit with little interaction when they deserve so much more.

And yes, I will admit. The tendency of a 15-minute slapped together CAS edit of mine getting more notes and spotlight than the posts of my stories I've put legitimate effort into has fucked with my brain.

Simblr has changed from the story-laden place it was when I was following y'alls stories and legacies from 2015 onward. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that! Online spaces shift and change just as much as the social media sites like TikTok and Instagram, that go through trends and phases and fads and memes the same way we do. We are not above other social media in that regard, and I think there's a general sense from Simblr that we're some isolated island; we don't follow trends, we don't have fads, we don't have audio trends that get slapped on every other six-second video.

But I will raise you the Blender Phase and the Edit Phase as evidence every time.

I need to take some serious introspection time, and commit a lot of my energy to things that can bring me positive change outside of this online space. I hope to be able to come back as a better, healthier person, but to be honest, I don't really know when that will be. (Even this post is something I feel I have to do to be responsible, not just disappearing in the middle of this Challenge, leaving you all hanging djfh) I hope this doesn't come off as some high-horse rant, or leave a sour taste in y'alls mouths.

I just... I'll really miss this space. I'll miss the sims, I'll miss you guys, I'll miss your posts and your legacies and your sense of humor. I want to thank so many people, but I don't want to tag you all and shove this post into your activity streams dkfd.

I can't give any commitments to appearing more in Discord or even being present on this space - I've gone to the point of disconnecting the Chrome browser that's for rainymoodlet from my main icon bar, like I am going straight cold-turkey. I'll still be playing Sims, but I'm going to try and reconnect with it for myself - not for the screenshots, not for the stories, and not for the desperate want for people to understand what I'm posting or for it to make sense or satisfy, dfkj.

I am so, so incredibly grateful for every single one of you, and I hate to just drop this out of nowhere. But I need to do this, for me and for my future. And now I'm just sitting here like "Shannon, it's simblr, fucking chill." dkjfd I JUST... this space has done so much for me, and I genuinely feel a sense of loss in leaving. Especially in the middle of a story, fkgjfkg.

I really do genuinely love and care for you all. Please take care of yourselves, okay? Mama Shan does genuinely want the best for you, and I can't thank you enough for letting little old dorky ass me be a part of your community and your lives.

'Til next time, y'all. I'll see you soon. 💛

#txt #this will be my new pinned post.#going to go lay down on the floor for a long time now.#i feel sO SICK FUCK.#i really will miss you all so much. but i need to do this. it's like cigarettes at this point. if i don't go cold turkey... i won't quit.#i'll keep stressing abt how i'm not posting kmik or how i'm not interacting or how people are waiting and it will keep #affecting how i choose to spend my time and energy #and i just can't afford that anymore fff.#but ofc my blog will still be up!! you can still read kmik and my tjolc and everything i've posted #because gdi my contestants put a lot of effort into their sims and they deserve it #i hope i can come back to y'all in a better place 💛#2024 IS THE YEAR OF CHANGE MY DARLINGS AND I ALREADY WASTED JANUARY SO LETS GOOOO

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cupid-archives · 9 months

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thinking of vivisecting a pretty boy and digging my fingers into the cuts and tearing and licking the blood off him. thinking of how pretty flesh looks being torn off ribs. thinking about cutting and tearing and scratching skin from muscle from bone

#darlingcore #cannibalcore #cannibalism <3 #cannibal mlm #bl00d kink #gorewhore #blood #fleshcore #meatcore #darling txt #cannibal txt #gore nsft #tw violent imagery #cw blo0d #cw gore #cw cannibalism

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aestheticpluto · 5 months

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𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿 ❝ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ❞

T. W :- None [:D] Summery:- ''𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿''

Feeling the chains tighten against your wrist you failed escape....once again ''Give up already'' he hissed glaring at you ''It's so pathetic to see you like this'' he added as his hand caressed your chin, you felt weak against his supposed affection '' But nonetheless'' he sighed standing up, his tall, slander figure towering against your frighten figure that was sitting in the corner ''I'll bring some water'' he said and left the room...leaving you in the cold and dark basement.

''Feeling better?'' he asked putting the glass aside of the floor ''Hmm?'' he hummed after not getting his response, you hesitantly nodded avoiding looking into his eyes ''You'll be able to come back upstairs once you start behaving again'' he patted your head and began to play with your hair ''I love you'' he whispered with hint of blush around his nose ''No you don't'' the room fell into dead silence as you spoke, all the winds that were howling in your ear suddenly stopped ''Pardon?'' he looked at you with a puzzle face ''I said you don't love me'' you repeated glaring with your [e/c] colored eyes ''What makes you say that?'' he chuckled pissing you even further ''Everything...Everything you do and say it's either a threat or forced affection'' you paused ''And that's not Love it's obsession a dark twisted obsession'' you added clenching your fist

''You know my love there is this one quote that fascinates me and it's '𝗔𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿' so according to that quote everything is fair when it's come to love'' he replied as his smile grew wider watching your face turn into a scowl ''So now my dearest it's better you take rest and calming think about this silly argument'' he made you lay on the mattress and kissed your forehead ''I love you'' he whispered once again with his signature smile ''Fuck you'' you replied ''I love you more'' he chuckled with mocking grin ''Ugh'' you groaned and closed your eyes not wanting to see his face.

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OC!YANDERE!Rosetta x reader

!! Minors this is 18! MDNI !!

!!This is all fantasy and not real please remember consent is important and you all are valid! All characters are 18+!!

Dom oc x sub reader!

!!Serial killer yandere oc!!

Tw: kidnapping, Stalking, threats, blackmail, forced affection, knife play, gun play, praise, overstimulation, mention of ex visiting reader, bondage and heavy heavy kink!

Please let me know if you want more!

Now let’s get into it my lovelies! <3

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I worked as a small college horror movie writer. I often at a small cafe, did most of my best works and was working on a script for the actors, although I hit major writers block. I let out a heavy sigh, the deadline was in a month and the weeks were flying by, I needed to finish it before the deadline hit or I would for sure be fired. I let out a frustrated sigh of sexual frustration, my ex started appearing more frequently at my apartment to the point it interfered with my already non existent sex life and exhausted me.

I was exhausted due to my ex banging on my door at night, it often happened exactly when I was finally almost asleep. I got no sleep the night before and writers block was kicking my fucking ass.

The cafe was calm and quiet and had a soft calming lofi music silently playing in the back, a absolute hidden gem and one of the very few places my ex didn’t follow me too.

I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes tightly, I had been so preoccupied with the letters I’ve been mysteriously receiving and these odd messages I didn’t even notice the deadline arriving so soon, it was seriously stressing me out.

The lovely barista who was around 6’4 approached me, she was gorgeous and littered in tattoos, her hair was pure black and long and her eyes were a vibrant green and I felt as if they pierced my soul.

I looked at her name tag that said ‘Rosetta’ and smiled tiredly, I was a somewhat regular I’d say and she grown quite found of me, I also had a slight crush on her but how could I not? She was gorgeous. I felt a warm sensation in my pants and awkwardly shuffled side to side in my seat, she smiled seemingly knowingly and blush grew on my face, she couldn’t possibly know could she?

She spoke in a thick deep Russian accent calmly “You know how much I adore you visiting so often but the owners been giving me shit for letting you sit here without ordering” she chuckled and clicked her pen awaiting my order

I melted at her voice, I could just imagine so many sinful things- as I thought slightly on what she did to me she cleared her throat and said sadly, “my dear if you don’t order I’m afraid I have to kick you out” as soon as those words left her mouth I immediately spoke softly “Um a caramel latte please”

She smiled at you and wrote it down quickly “I’ll be out with it soon!”

As she spoke you shrugged softly and payed with a slight generous tip seeing as you were very paranoid about running out of money eventually if you aren’t done the script in time.

It seemingly took you hours to drink your coffee to the point where you were in the cafe from 8am-10:30pm just simply staring at the computer screen too busy slowly sipping your coffee and fantasizing about the barista. You wondered what it would be like if she ripped off your clothes and fucked you in the break room, although you wished you could stay in that trance and shook your head. Then you got up and walked out with your laptop, unaware of the watchful eyes watching you leave the cafe.

You entered your apartment, placing your things down and slowly stripping from your attire from the day to reveal a simple lace set, you were desperate to sit down and watch your favourite movies and finally relax and hopefully finally get some well deserved sleep. After a couple minutes you finally sunk into the couch, relaxing finally and slipping a finger into your cunt that dripped from your little barista crush.

After I slipped my finger in I let out a soft moan and continued to quickly move my finger in and out, as soon as I was about to cum I heard a loud knock at my door and I rolled my eyes and got up, I yelled a loud “Jesus Christ give me a minute!” Then grabbed a robe and slipped it over my body. I opened the door to reveal my ex partner glaring me down, as soon as she opened her mouth I saw a knife rip through her head going through her mouth, I watched as she choked on her own blood and I stepped back. Tears welded in my eyes as I saw Rosetta walk in after throwing the body down into the hallway, fear coursing through my body. She closed the door behind her and I walked backwards away from her, her eyes were soft and crazed. I opened my phone to call for 911 and I was greeted with a singular message that said ‘she won’t bother you anymore’. I shakily took another step back and Rosetta pouted, grabbing my phone and throwing it and spoke “Did you get my message?” I whimpered, a choked whisper of fear left my mouth, as I did so she kissed me, her warm lips meeting mine and I melted in her arms, the fear somewhat leaving my body until I snapped back to reality as I opened my eyes and saw her pull out her knife and slowly cut off my robe. I let out a scream of terror and wrestled with her to get the knife, as I gripped the knife she kicked my knees cruelly as giggled as I fell to the ground

“Goodnight cutie”

Then everything around me went black and I spiralled into cold unconsciousness, at least I get sleep?

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Heavy smut! Last warning <33

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I woke up chained to a cold floor, my hands tightly bound in handcuffs, thick, heavy duty metal that I had no chance of breaking. I screamed and tears fell from my eyes as I panicked, thrashing around on the cold stone floor. As I screamed loudly I saw Rosetta approach me slowly fear pulsating in my body. I heard a soft hush from her when I began to slowly cry, as she pinned me to the cold ground she whispered “I’m sorry baby but she was bothering you and I couldn’t risk her stealing you from me”

I cried harder as she whispered a soft “let me make it up to you sweetheart”

Fear pulsating through my body as she pressed herself closer while undoing my bra and cutting off my thong, I opened my mouth to protest but she simply shoved my cut up thong in my mouth and duct taped it. I whimpered and attempted to pull my pussy away from her fingers desperately, but it was no use she plummeted her fingers deep into my pussy over and over again while rubbing my sensitive clit.

I felt a deep pressure in my stomach and tears fell from my eyes as I softly moaned desperate for it to stop but also so desperate for the release my body desperately craved from her skilled fingers that with expertise massaged my inner walls and my clit to cumming. Tears sprung to my eyes as I came all over her skilled fingers, I heard giggling as she softly praised “good girll.. can you do one more for me?” As I shook my head violently she pouted and said “oh no you want more then one? You want me to overstimulate you until morning? Okay sweetheart whatever you desire”

She spoke giggling continuing her assault on my sensitive pussy, her skilled fingers not stopping for even a second.

My eyes rolled back and I felt her kiss the top of my head and softly speak “only I can ever have you like this, rest my love.” Then slowly place her chin on my head while whispering sweet nothings as she ruthlessly fucked my poor pussy.

I gripped my thighs around her hand and moaned loudly, as much as I hated to admit it my body craves her and she could tell. as she continued to fuck me I came for a second time, then a third, fourth, sixth..

Oh fuck it I lost count

Then I slowly faded out of consciousness while she still fucked my poor pussy, exhausted from her relentless pleasure. I whined and tried to pull away from her hug and she immediately snapped “You do that and I’ll shot that pretty head off” she said while holding a cold hand gun against my head, tears flooding down my cheek I nodded and moved back closer to her.

She tsked and spoke “next time I’ll make you fuck that gun” then continued to make me cum, then I finally fell asleep, leaving my body to be ruthlessly violated by my kidnapper.

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