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buckgasms · 2 years

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PLZ DO A BREEDING KINK FOR COWBOY!BUCKY IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT (also speaking of begging, add that in too since we at it hehe) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Brace yourself darlings, because things are about to get 💦dirty💦 and we're all gonna need to go pray very hard for our souls when this is over.

Thank you Nonnie for this encouragement and for all of you really for being the best pals a girl could ask for 😍

Ok let's ride.....

Warnings: breeding kink, bondage, p in v, blowies, slight choking, slight spanking, dirty talking cowboy....

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During the hot summer Bucky asked you to spend a few weeks with him at his Ranch to help him out. You were a little skeptical because despite his endless guidance, you weren't very good at the whole farm work thing.

As it turned out, he wanted you to help manage the extra workers, do some paperwork and some of the smaller farm jobs that you quite liked. Nights however were where his true intentions came to light. He spent many sweaty hours fucking you into the mattress, testing out different rope ties on you and generally making sure you would never walk straight again.

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One afternoon you were walking around the ranch, looking for Bucky when you headed into a big barn where you found him throwing bales of hay into a stack, his shirt off and muscles straining with the work. You totally forgot why you were looking for him and took a seat on a bale and watched him while he worked.

He smirked when he saw you take a seat and threw one more bale before moving over towards you, stopping right between your legs and tilting your head up to look at him. "Whatcha doin darlin?" You shook your head and shrugged, "I have no idea... Lost my train of thought just now..." You both chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you traced your fingers over his sweaty chest. "You got much more to do in here?" You asked and he nodded towards another pile, but behind it, something caught your eye.

"What the heck is that?" You hopped up and headed over to what looked like a large metal pillory and he chuckled, joining you by the medieval looking contraption. "It's a breeding stock. You put a heifer in there and the bull comes in and breeds her. It's very old fashioned baby, I don't use that stuff but it's a little bit of history I guess..."

He watched as your fingers trialed over the metal work and you bent over prodding your head through the hole. It was possible Bucky blacked out for a moment, seeing you in such a position and a very filthy thought filled his head. "Hmmm interesting stuff? Ok well if I remember I'll come back, otherwise I'll see you later" and with that you pressed a kiss to his cheek and left the barn.

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That evening you were sitting in Bucky's lap on a rocking chair on the porch. The air was cool and refreshing after a hot day and his lips pressed absent-mindedly on your smooth shoulder as you watched fireflies in the distance.

"You wanna go upstairs?" You muttered, reaching your hand back to stroke his hair, head turning to kiss him sweetly. He hummed and rocked the chair a little more. "I got something else in mind... If you want it?" Your eyebrows raised and your thighs squeezed together, "I think I could be persuaded, cowboy" you whispered and he pressed a few more kisses to your skin before nudging you to stand.

He took your hand and walked you towards the barn you sat in earlier that day and he led you inside where you were met with the stock contraption you'd thought about all day long. He pulled the straps of your sundress down your arms and pulled until your dress pooled around your feet on the floor. He waited for you for a moment, wrapping his arms around your tummy, sucking marks on your neck as you contemplated the game before you.

You shimmed out of your panties and walked forward, bringing him with you and he couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips. "You gonna breed me Bucky?" You whispered, your voice shaking with excitement as you gripped the metal in front of you. "You want that baby?" He asked you pressing his denim clad cock against your bare ass and you nodded, making him tut, "out loud darling, you know the rules..." You leaned back against him with a whine. "Please Bucky, breed me."

He helped you settle into the metal bars, your stomach supported, legs and arms spread apart, your whole body on display for him, you aching heat the sole focus of his vision. For good measure, he secured your ankles with his favourite rope, kissing your limbs as he did so. "So beautiful baby, gonna fill that pretty cunt up to the brim" as he spoke his hands glided over your skin and he sunk a thumb into your dripping hole, making you whine.

"Beg me baby...beg me to fill you up" was all his said and he walked around to look at you, your face flushed from his minimal attention and eyes locked on his cock, which he had freed from his jeans. "Please Bucky, please.... Fill me up... Wanna be full of your come... Please? I'm good... Been good for you... Please?" He ran his fingers through your pretty locks and pressed his crotch into your face, where you instinctively started licking and sucking at his balls and cock making him groan. "Ooooh you are a good girl. My dirty little girl." He let you carry on for a while, knowing this would only make you wetter and more desperate for him when the time came for him to fuck you senseless. He pulled you off him with a pop and let your head fall forward, as he walked back around to take his place. "I promise you one thing baby, I ain't gonna stop until that pussy is puffy and full ok?" His fingers spread your pussy lips apart and then he sunk into you, the sound of your arousal filling the air, followed closely by the sound of him pounding away at you. He kept one hand possessively on your back while he gripped the metal bar for more purchase. His groans mixed with your cries and you could only lie there and take all he was giving you.

You babbled his name, for God, for more, over and over until you lost track of how long you'd been there. He fucked through your own orgasm, chasing his own and filling you with his first load. He landed some slaps on your ass making you gasp and he soothed it quickly after. He came back around to the front and wiped away tears and drool from your face before kissing you hard, taking any breath you might have had away.

"Buckkyyy" you whined and he kissed you again. "I know darling, doing so well for me. God you're gonna look so pretty when I getcha knocked up huh? But we gotta put the work in now right?" You could only nod as he reached through the bars and squeezed at your breasts as they hung low and unsupported. They were extra sensitive, so when he tweaked and flicked at your nipples you writhed and squealed as the feeling shot straight to your core.

"Such a little whore ain't ya? I bet I could leave you here until tomorrow night for all the boys to have a go and you'd love it wouldn't ya? Wouldn't know who fucked ya, but you wouldn't care, long as you got some cock in those perfect holes?"

You whined and he sank two fingers into your mouth and gagged you on them, you choked and shook your head. "No? Only want me huh?" You nodded as he kept choking you until he pulled his fingers out and rubbed his wet hand over your face. "Well good, cos no one is fucking that pussy 'cept me"

He stood up again, pride and lust coursing through his veins. "Let's put that mouth to better use baby...."

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True to his word, your pussy was full to the brim and puffy when he was finished. No part of your body had escaped his handiwork. Your skin was littered with hickeys and bruises from kisses. Your muscles twitched and your joints ached from pulling on ropes. But you were floating like a cloud, every touch was like a kiss and his voice rumbled through you like distant thunder.

You felt the ropes drop from your ankles and his strong arms wrap around your tummy before you were lifted off the device and into his arms. He sat on a hay bale and wrapped you up in his arms. You lulled on his shoulder for a moment before you locked eyes with him and smiled at each other. "There's my good girl, Jesus baby you did so well, a prize heifer if I ever saw one." You giggled and swatted your hand at his arm, but missed in your wobbly state. He took it in his own hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing each finger in turn before turning to press more kisses to your cheeks and finally your lips.

"I'm not a heifer" you pouted and he laughed before apologising with a perfect kiss. "Oh and I want the day off tomorrow" you sighed closing your eyes and leaning your head on his shoulder. "Fine by me darling. You're gonna have to get used to taking it easy now, besides we have to do this allll again tomorrow!"

This time you did manage to land a swat on his arm and be chuckled as he carried you back to the house, filling your mind with what the future might hold for you both as well as promises of kisses, cuddles and a nice breakfast in the morning.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #masterlist #darling nonnie #request fic #cowboy!bucky #cowboy bucky

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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hello!! omygosh i love your writings so much ♡ im gonna continue reading them all later-

anyways, if its okay could you do Maru falling in love? thank you for sharing your writings ilove them all ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡

Maru: Falling in Love

Ahhhh, thank you!!! It would be my pleasure to do a Maru one. She's such a nice person. :)

Before you arrive, she's super excited to meet you. As she says, a new townie can really alter the community dynamic. She wonders all sorts of things about you. Your name, what you look like, how you act, how that can change the town, everything!

She admires your persistence. Working on a farm you need a lot of it. There's so much to do every day, just meeting people becomes a job to do. As an inventor she also has a long to-do list, so she likes that you guys have that in common.

She decides to survey you. What better way is there to get to know someone than ask them a few questions? Most of it is just basic stuff. Who you are, how you feel about the farm, etc. Some of them are more complicated, but that's for research on the community as a whole.

She knows she has a thing for you while looking through the results. It's like an instant 'wait, why else would I ask this stuff?' moment. She's very chill about it, doesn't care much at all. I mean, crushes pass. This one will too, right?

But it doesn't! And now she's stuck in a fat pile of what we call love. Still, she's very chill, albeit a little nervous. But who wouldn't be?

She likes to teach you how to invent things. I know there's a better, more technical word for that, but I forgot it. Anyways, she loves to help teach you her passions. It may or may not be an excuse to hold hands, but that's not important.

You guys have a secret code! It's simple but hard to crack. Translated, it's just you guys goofing about, talking about whatever Sebastian is up to or Robin's newest deals.

She has a stack of love letters. Never are any of them going to see the light of day, but it helps her express her emotions in a safe environment. In fact, she plans to confess via love letter, but nothing she writes ever seems to be good enough.

Stargazing! So much of your time together is spent looking at the night sky. She teaches you about all the constellations and where to find them, taking your hand to point up to it. You guys lay down on a blanket together, Maru usually falling asleep.

"This one, the legend behind it reminds me of you. It's a beautiful constellation, isn't it?"

Overall, she's pretty lowkey about it. Nobody - not even Demetrius - can tell. She just admires you from afar and does her best to be a good friend. She can't guarantee a romantic relationship with you, so a best friend role she will settle for.

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Ahh, I hope you like it! I'm not as familiar with Maru, so sorry if this is out of character! Thank you for the compliments and thank you for the ask! Remember to drink water and get lots of sleep. <33

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv maru #stardew valley maru #stardew maru #maru stardew valley #maru stardew #maru sdv #stardew headcanon #sdv maru x reader #sdv x reader #stardew maru x reader #ieatsmallorphansnamedtom

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tflaw · 2 years

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AVAAAAA omg i am sorry i havent been here for a while ive SO NERVOUS abt the upcoming scara banner (ik i said im gonna skip but 😭) and ive been trying to grind last minute LMAO i only have 55 pulls saved and im at 13 pity there is no way that man is coming home early n give me more time to prepare for raiden :// im on 50/50 too MAN i rlly need u to wish me good luck ava bc last time u told me good luck i won on nahida </3

+ ngl i kinda neglected the teapot for a while :(( but i had another idea where im gonna make a treehouse spot !! im excited to do it hihi but this burgeon team is rlly taking up most of my time i swear 💔 u r so right stacking up on em is SO HARD i only have 600 em on nahida and 430 em on thoma n ngl im aiming for more bc ive seen ppl have like 1000 or 800 ... battle pass needs to hurry up rn bc i need the fragile resin 😭

+ ROCKSTAR THOMA ??!?! ROCKSTAR THOMA 😭😭😭 rockstar thoma im GONNA CRY I JUST GOT OUT OF MY THOMA OBSESSION I AM SPIRALING AGAIN PLS ROCKSTAR THOMA

i'm sending u lots of good luck for ur kuni or raiden pulls!! whichever character u decide to pull on i know they're gonna be amazing :'') you rly are hardworking when it comes to farming i'm like inspired but rn im just doing dailies and burning resins <//3 its always capping too 😭

+ SAME im taking a break on the teapot i haven't any new ideas <//3 i might search some on Pinterest but i need to finish comms too!! finals are coming up so idk im like an empty shell rn !! you are so right. esp when you're f2p? god it's hard to build up on EM. kazuha can reach up to 900 EM but that's sacrificing a bit of crit i know he doesn't rly need it but i like seeing at least 40/170 on his stat so he has like 700 EM now <//3 the flower with 103 EM roll carrying his whole stat fr <//3

+ ROCKSTAR THOMA melts and evaporates I KNOW HIS DICK BIG I JUST KNOW IT

#from ai <3.#✉️: hotmail.

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memeswithdrms · 14 days

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ok yahoo

^this is cdreams inventory i think post-prison? post-prison

this is currently my inventory. yes that is a wither farm and yes im trying to get Three stacks of wither skulls. this idiot is trying to mimick cdreams inventory without taking into account how fucking mentally ill he is

and this is my attempt to Actually mimic his inventory with some personal tweaks (-bundle BC IT WASNT IN THE CREATIVE WORLD.)

this is csams inventory during the prison break. guess what im gonna do after mimicing cdreams inventory.

man you’re crazy i love it

how long have you been doing this for, this is commitment

#dream might be batshit insane crazy but surely he didn’t collect all that #surely he just spawned it in #mon ask #sapnap2

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sleepyzllover · 3 years

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Area three unlocked :DDD

I can finally revamp my area 1. Here's what I have so far. Not nearly done but I have some ideas 👀👀👀

#the mountain (stack of rocks) looks kinda weird I'll mess with it tmrw lol #Yall I highkey have no idea wtf to do for my area 3 on god #i alr moved the mansion there but ummm...... i just dont 😭 who needs this much space honestly #I need to pull out Mona just to get from one island to another #is this how rich ppl feel like.#AND THERE'S STILL AN AREA 4 ???????#honestly im just gonna make my area 4 some shrine smth smth or whatever 😭😭😭#area 2 was fun but now I'm broke on sandbearer trees and I need to go and farm it for another 3 hours #i could be reading tensura anyways these tags getting kinda long #genshin impact #sleepy.teapot #serenitea pot

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artnerd1123 · 5 years

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update: nothing new on the other fic, so it is now Minecraft Time

#tiem for crafting in the mines;;;#lsdkjfs #for real tho; im gonna go chop down som trees n make a buttload of torches #i've found a super extensive cave system; and even tho i've already got like 5 stacks of coal n almost two of iron;#more resources never hurt anyone :D #also i have nothing better to do XD #i've already got a farm; have my house surrounded with a fence; i've got cows/sheep/chickens; and plenty of doggos #and trees planted on top of my house!!! cuz i hollowed out an island #i'm all taken care of there #all that's left to do?#adventure!!! :D #arty escapades

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creepsmcstuffins · 3 years

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Living with a Irish Fae

I live with a Dullahan. No, it's not some grotesque headless horseman that throws its head at you or takes its spine whip and snatches you up into a skeletal wagon. Nor does it throw a bucket of blood on you when you get too close to it.

Sorry, if you think that, but its.... Rather HE is just an asshole. Who eats all my food, leaves the lights on, terrorizes (not really though) my dogs and shits with the door open to the bathroom. He's am Irish bloke, with a smart damn mouth. And yes he does, indeed, own a horse. His horse is better company than the loud asshole that lives with me. His horse is a black stallion that goes by the name of Caboose. A friendly boy, and I even get to ride him, when the dullahan isn't working.

Cullen O'Houlihan. That's his full name. He's a bastard man. But I'm sure your wondering how we met. Well, I'll take you back a bit.

My name is Ebonie Brown. And I was driving home one morning after working a long 10 hours. The old country roads that I drive are usually empty. Save for the occasional deer or possum in or on the side of the road. And maybe if a neighbor, I say that lightly, left one of the gates open and a cow might be grazing along the road. In the early hours of the morning, the sun could be seen peeking over the mountains. I live in a heavily mountainous area, where a lot of agriculture is farmed. Mostly corn, if I'm honest. The sun was leaving the sky pink and red, lovely hues that I enjoyed seeing.

Without warning, a horse was in the middle of the road, barely smashing into the animal, I turned the steering wheel, swerving away from the horse. Not completely hitting it, but not missing it either. I hit its rear, or what seemed like a hit. Spinning out and luckily not going into a ditch or being bent around a tree, I got out.

"What the hell!? I could-" the horse still stood. Like nothing happened! Though it... It shimmered like a... Phantom of some sort... it... looked at me, with... Big black eyes... Empty hollowed eyes, black as night. It snorted at me, black smoke pooling out from its nostrils. I took a glance at the rest of it, like it's head, the body shimmered. Black shadows enveloped it, shifting at the horse moved his neck to look at me better. I shivered as it moved.

"Uh... nice horsey?" I asked, more of a whimper, and holding my hands up. In defense, hoping this... Nightmare wouldn't decide I was food... or something... Jumping at a rustling sound, coming from the tree line near where I was standing. The horse let out another snort. And a... A man came out. Tall... tall as shit. Im a 5ft 2in woman, a little overweight, if I'm honest. And he was a giant! At least 6ft... He was wearing black armor, accompanied by an obsidian sword and a spine whip.

I know. I know, I said that he doesn't use the whip, but let me continue.

This man... He didnt have a fucking head. Scratch that, he had a head, he was just holding it in his arms. The head looked at me. At my eye level. He had brown thick hair, and golden eyes. The eyes were shimmering like the horse's eyes and body. The head had gold light flowing from it and the body had a purple aura pouring from it. Power, dark power came from both, the horse and its rider. I stepped back, and stared at the head.

"The fok you starin' at?" It spoke, thick Irish accent prominent, "You ever seen a man at night like this, ya idiot!?"

I was speechless, frozen. I didn't expect the head to talk. It frowned at me,

"Well!? Don't stand there gapin' like a fish! SPEAK!!" His voice rang out loud and even made some sleeping birds flutter past us. The horse snorted, pawing at the ground. The head looked at the horse then back at me.

"You hi't 'em?!" He barked at me, snapping me out of my stupor,

"N-no? I.. I mean... he... i..." I stuttered, still not moving. The head huffed and the body moved, reattaching the head to itself.

"Whats your name?" He crossed his arms, and leaned his weight off to one side, the sword swinging as he shifted his weight.

"Ebonie... Brown." I spoke slowly, eyeing the sword more than the whip. Then looked back up at him.

"Well I'm Cullen O'Houlihan. And you hit Caboose. You hurt his feelings. Now. You owe us." He smiled evilly at me. I frown, starting to drown in whatever shitty possibilities he had in mind. The male bent down and smiled at me,

"Well Miss Brown. Where ya live at? I'm gonna need a place to rest m' weary 'ead." I shutter, and nod, getting back into my car. He mounted his horse and followed me home. We arrived at my mother's home... Thankfully she and my sister were sleep still. I parked and got out.

"Uh... what are you gonna do with... Your horse? He-"

"He'll be fine out here." Cullan yawned and dismounted. And strode up to me.

"Cute lil' house. Your Ma?" He nodded at the house. I nodded,

"Yeah. Come on... I only have one bed so..." I walked to my door, and unlocked it.

"Oh?" I could hear the smug look and smile on his face,

"Care to have a night with an Irish lad then?" He bent close to my cheek. I could feel Cullen's breath. It was cold, like a frozen wind, on a snowy December night. I hit him with the screen door.

"You can sleep on my dogs bed. I don-" Cullen barked out a yelp of surprise, rather than pain. I smirked and walked into the door. Slipping my shoes off. He followed, having to bend a bit to get through the door.

"Well. This is... not what-"

"Shut up. If your staying the night-" He threw a bag of money, gold rather at my head. And shot me a look, that said "that aught to be enough." I rolled my eyes. His armor melted, and transformed into comfy pajamas. Cullen gave a stretch and looked at me.

"Bed? I'm quite tired." I nodded, pointing at my room. Walking through the doorway, he plopped, face first into the bed. Snoring before I could walk in after him. I sighed, stupid bastard was supposed to sleep elsewhere. It's fine I guess... just for one night. I slipped in next to him, careful not to get to close to him. I pulled my plaid blanket close and then reached over pulling another blanket over Cullen. I huffed and fell asleep.

I woke up to clattering and a scream, I shot out of my bed. Cullen was looking for whatever, not stopping to look at him I rushed outside, snatching my gun and pulling the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. My mom was screeching at the black (non shimmering) horse standing in the garden. Caboose was eating her cucumbers... I lowered my gun.

"Shit...." Cullen followed me out, spoon in hand, eating out of my applesauce jar. He was snickering.

"WHO ARE THEY!?" my mom yelled at me, pointing at Cullen and Caboose. I held my hand up and she stopped panicking.

"This is..." I paused... I didn't know what to say! What was I supposed to say!? As if reading my mind, Cullen stepped forward, pushing the jar into my hands.

"Hello!" His voice clear and friendly, he stepped forward and extended his hand,

"Im Cullen! Cullen O'Houlihan! Pleasure to finally meet you Miss Boyd! I'm your daughter's boyfriend." He smiled widely and as charming he could.

My mom took his hand and her eyes grew clear, as if I had mentioned this random ass man before.

"Oh! Cullen! I remember Eb saying something about you! Wonderful to finally meet you!" She smiled at the man, then scolded him,

"You need to move your horse though! He's eating my garden!" At a snap of Cullen's fingers, Caboose, the nightmare horse moved.

"So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll make sure he stays out of the plants Miss." He walked back over to me, flashing me a look. And he plucked the applesauce jar from my hand, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. And pressing our cheeks together.

"I hope you don't mind me crashin' here! I've got rent money for us." He pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and held it out to my mother. She gratefully took it and nodded. Leaving us alone outside to stare at Caboose who was eating the weeds next to my old red Chevy. Cullen didn't move, but stood still smirking at me, and gave me a pointed look.

"Well, Darlin'," he drew out the word, "Darlin'", "I guess your stuck with me." He kissed my cheek, his lips cold. And walked off. I sighed, now I have a.... I realized I didn't know what the hell he was. I turned and followed him inside,

"What-"

"A Fae. Specifically a Dullahan." He mused. Ok so he could read my mind. Cullen looked at me and smiled, sitting in my spinning computer chair. I opened my mouth again, he spoke, this time in my head, smiling that stupid ass Cheshire cat grin,

"I'm here cause I'm curious. Tired living in the fuckin forests and meadows of Ireland. But the civilization was a bit much for me and Caboose, so I opted for a cooler area. The mountains was what he and I agreed on. You just happened to be unlucky to come across us. I found a dead dog in the road where you "hit" Cabose. And I wanted to give the poor thing a decent burial." Cullen finished his story and plopped the empty applesauce jar on my computer desk.

"This is my new home.... But if you move, I'll move with you."

So... I guess that'd the first thing? To write about... for now. My new boyfriend is a Dullahan. A legit one... his... head is floating over here now. I gotta go... I'll write again soon.

#creepypasta #dullahan #entry 1 #original post #original story

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bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years

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Not Alone: Chapter Seven

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P this ones a lil longer than the last

-> Word Count: 2.2k

-> Warnings: pervy doods, blood(?)

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if you wanna be added lmk <3]

She didn’t look back. She knew he was watching her. She couldn’t bear to see the look on his face. His eyes would haunt her forever. She’s never left Hades before. He was always a part of whatever she did. He would wait in the woods while she raided houses, but he was still there. This was the first time she had ever turned her back on him and she didn’t know if she would be back.

She just put one foot in front of the other.

When the sun rose Y/n was in the middle of nowhere. She walked and listened to the music of the birds. The sun was above her and it was hot. Spring wasn’t like how it was when she was little. Now it was warm and muggy. She knew she was about halfway. Lost in the trail, she heard something she hadn’t heard in a long time, a buzz. She followed the noise to a hive. It was small and only half built but it made her feel good inside. She hadn’t seen a bee since before. She watched the busy bees for a little while longer before she turned back to the trail.

The sun had set and Y/n was starting to feel tired. She climbed a tree and laid against the trunk in one of the high up branches. After she closed her eyes, flashes filled her head instantly.

Her father was pushing her along the road. Cars and trucks filled the freeway. People sat in them still, but her dad didn’t think they had enough time to get out. He had waited for this day his whole life.

“Y/n we need to get to high ground and get away from these people,” his fingers bit into her back as he poked her.

“Dad, maybe we should go back home,” Her voice was small, compared to the noise of the masses.

“No. Run faster Y/n. We need to run.” He was in front of her, dragging her up a grassy hill. Her legs hurt. He had made her work out since she could remember. But it was late and she was tired. She thought a bad thought. A thought she would always regret. His erratic behavior forced the thought.

She heard a cracking noise and her fathers face faded away.

She woke and looked around but she saw nothing. Her eyes were blocked by something. She lifted her head and realized that she was face down in a bushy branch. The small branch she was resting her weight on was breaking. She struggled for a moment and pulled herself up, but the branch below her snapped and she winced as the noisy strike filled the air. Her heartbeat was throbbing throughout her body.

She had nowhere to go if anything had heard the noise. She stood perfectly still and willed her body to calm down. She couldn’t believe how close she came to falling out of a tree. She never slept in trees, she always chose underground. But tonight she had no choice. She had no plan. She felt naked without it. She stayed in the tree, rested her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night.

She climbed down before the sun came up. She never moved much during the day. It was one of her rules. But she had no choice, she was limited on time. She walked quickly, trying not to imagine the fever that had flushed his cheeks or the pain his leg was causing him. His eyes unnerved her, even in her own mind.

She saw the trees thinning and knew she was close. Her stomach was a bundle of knots and nerves. She walked as close as she could with her weapons and gripped them close to her as she had her last few seconds with them. She’s only been here once and it scared the hell out of her. She trembled and put them in a hole under a tree. She stuffed the bow to the very back of the hole and her knife. She shivered from the feeling of being without them.

She walked away and broke branches with her hands every few steps. She left the snapped ends hanging. It looked like a bear or other large animal had roamed the woods. Her father’s craziness would live inside her forever. The first few steps from the woods felt like wading through the river. Her legs ached, but the anxiety of being on an open road was making them feel like she was wearing cement boots.

Her breath increased and her peripheral vision became sharper. She saw a leaf blowing down the concrete. She could see an old brown stain and forced her brain to not hear the ripping and tearing. It felt weird to walk down a road. It had been so long she couldn’t remember the las time.

Just when she thought her stomach couldn’t hurt worse, she heard them.

They were a ways down the road but they hollered at her. She knew it was her they were shouting at. Her legs broke into a run for the gates of the town before she dared to glance at them. Her muscles pushed and her bullet hole stung.

She ran in a way she hadn’t in a long time. No backpack there to weigh her down, just a small pack in her hands. No heavy clothes because of the spring sun popping out. All she wore was a long sleeve shirt, cargo pants, and her thick soled boots she took from the dead. She was faster than she remembered being. It could’ve been that she was more scared that she remembered being. Her arms pumped as her legs dug into the ground. The forest green was passing her by in a blur.

She saw the guards. They wouldn’t protect her unless she reached the town. They would watch the men tear her clothes from her body and rape her in the field out front. The voices behind her were closing in. They were fast too. They ran more than she did.

“Don’t run baby. We’ll make it worth your while.”

She didn’t look back as she blasted through the guard gate and dropped to her knees inside the walls. She heard a guard through the blood pounding inside her ears.

“Halt.” Suddenly there were four guards there in front of the gate with huge guns. The five men who had chased her were bent over and breathing heavily. She saw the smirk of one of the men when his eyes met hers. He pointed toward her.

“See you on the way out. Maybe we can give you an escort home.” A shiver traveled up her spine. His grin scared her.

He was seedy and dirty and his skin made her want to gag. She moved away from the contact of a hand gripping her arm suddenly. An older woman helped her stand, “I won’t bite.” She looked back at the man and gave him the middle finger. Her dad called it the bird. “Not like them anyway.”

She smiled at Y/n. Her teeth were brown and Y/n thought that she was probably poor before the world ended. The poor lived longer than any of the rich. They already knew how to survive.

Y/n hated the smell of the town. She remembered that now, as the different smells washed over her. Sewage being the most distinct one.

“What can we do for you dear?”

Y/n glanced at the old lady. She didn’t trust her. No one trusted the townies. But she needed to remind herself of the desperate situation she was in.

“I need medicine for blood poisoning.”

The lady winced, “Are you injured?” Y/n shook her head.

“Not for me.”

“What kind of injury?”

Y/n paused, not wanting to talk to her. But she knew that she didn’t have time to take any chances.

“A stick went into his leg. I sewed it up but I think there’s pieces of bark still in there.”

She nodded, “I have just the thing.” She pulled Y/n along.

The town was a shantytown, made up of rundown houses and lean-tos. They would have been nice and pretty fancy before. Now the lean-tos almost seemed nicer. The walls surrounding the town were made of sharpened poles like out of a medieval village. She saw smelly people peddling their wares to passer-throughs and she felt like they had entered a dark age. She wished knights in armor were part of this nightmare.

Y/n was permitted to sleep one night with a purchase. She felt excitement she couldn’t explain at the idea of sleeping. Her rest in the tree was terrible. She was a passer-through. She could buy whatever she could carry. But buy was trade and she had very few things to trade.

The two entered a rundown house with stacks of papers and garbage inside. She could smell the garbage before she entered. The old lady cleared away a stack of plastic bags and other garbage from a long wooden counter. She lifted a white metal chest up and grinned her brown smile at Y/n.

“This is very special. It’s from the city. It’s what they use to treat the breeders. My son works there. He lets me have some, to help us here.”

Her words both disgusted and scared Y/n. Y/n couldn’t help but look around the room. She felt like an ambush would happen any second.

The lady laughed, “Kid don’t be a fool. He was taken there. He doesn’t work there because of the special perks.” Y/n gagged at the way she said perks and lifted her eyebrows. “He’s a doctor. All the doctors were taken.” Y/n didn’t feel any better at the thought. She felt herself panic at the idea of the breeder farms. “Girl you’re gonna have to wow me, for me to give you some of this.”

Y/n pulled out the big guns on the first try. She would try to bargain but she was in a hurry to get some sleep. She would have to sneak out of town in the middle of the night. The pervs at the gates had changed her initial plan. She passed the small blue bottle to the old lady and watched as her eyes lit up.

“Is it sealed?”

Y/n nodded and watched as the lady snatched it and kissed the bottle. She could feel her nose scrunch up.

She eyeballed Y/n with her crazy eyes, “How’d you get this?”

“My father had a health food store. He left me a couple bottles. This is the last one.” Y/n hated that she had given it to her. It wasn’t really her last one but it was still priceless.

She pushed three vials at Y/n from the white chest and pointed to the door, “Leave and tell no one what I’ve sold you.”

Y/n nodded, “Likewise.” The lady handed her the slip she needed to get a nights sleep at the Inn. She left feeling the old lady's eyes on her, but when she looked back she saw the lady hugging the bottle of tea tree oil like a nut. Her messy long white hair made her look like the evil queen from snow white, hugging the poisoned apple.

Y/n walked out onto the broken concrete street and looked around. She saw the Inn in the far corner of the shops. She kept her eyes low to the ground as she crossed.

“Bread miss? Eggs?”

She looked at a young man pointing to a house. She shook her head. She never ate anything that came from other people. Especially not townies. The sanitation there was far below the standards they had as a civilization. She heard rumors of a new plague last time she came through here.

She entered the Inn and looked around. A woman with bright red hair eyed her up and down. Y/n passed her the slip of paper and the lady’s face brightened up.

“Good to have patrons this early in spring.”

Y/n looked around, “How safe is this town?”

The lady shrugged, “Depends. A sweet piece of virgin ass like you is going to have troubles no matter where you go.”

She frowned, “Thanks.”

The lady croaked a laugh, “Precious, you’re risking a fuck ton coming here. The hunters are looking for breeders like you. Clean virgins.” Y/n passed her a diamond ring from her pocket and watched the lady’s dark brown eyes light up. “Luckily, a lady like me runs this Inn. You’ll be safe.”

Y/n smiled bitterly, “Wait until you see the ring you get when I leave here in one piece. Virginity intact.”

“I’d sneak out in the night if I were you. The things that circle town usually have what they want by sundown.” She turned back to Y/n and gave her a bright white smile, “Girls that look like you are fun.”

Y/n met her smile, “I’m fun. Just not in a way anyone appreciates.” She climbed the stairs and tried not to let her exhaustion be too obvious.

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seita · 3 years

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How many primogems do u have rn? Im very curious lol!! Also do u have any tips and tricks to getting more? Bc i feel like im never gonna be able to save enough for an almost guarantew character, if that makes sense? Also i really reslly love all your work its always so so good. Thank u so much!

i currently have 18 fates (they're just ones i've collected from events and mail and stuff like that) and then i have 4.9k primogems!

i currently farmed all of these from the lantern rite event i believe!

so the biggest way to get primos is definitely quests but since the game is still pretty early in development....eventually u run out of quests. so commissions definitely, do them every day. if you are able to pay to play i recommend the monthly $5 thinf you get 90 primos a day for it!

so that right there is almost 160 primos and they stack up. so if you do get it make sure you log in every day!

also the battle pass, if you can afford that, you get fates every 10 levels and theres 50 levels so if you can get to level 50 you get 5 fates a month for that!

#💌.afton #from.anon

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silver-embersss · 3 years

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Broken Horns and Broken Hearts Chapter 8

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

Tubbo had collapsed into bed only a few moments before, but the next the boy knew, he was sitting in yet another meeting, with the rest of the cabinet casting him slightly strange looks as they argued.

He internally panicked, scouring his brain for any memories of getting up, or even walking to the meeting - but there was nothing. A quick check of his timetable confirmed that he’d only lost a few hours this time, instead of two whole days, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying. Where were these sudden gaps in his memory coming from? And why was Quackity staring at him like he’d grown a second head? He shook it off as nothing, perhaps their confrontation last night.

The meeting was followed by another speech, where Schlatt announced a festival to be held in a week, the organising of which was probably going to be delegated to Tubbo on top of the rest. The teen scanned the cityline in boredom, and he was pleasantly surprised to see Wilbur duck behind a parapet. Thankfully, the ex-president couldn’t see him - specifically his horns - from where he stood next to Quackity, but he took a small step back anyway to make sure. Remembering the conversation he had with Tommy yesterday, Tubbo made a mental note to write down the ambush plans they’d discussed earlier and deliver it to the hidden chest.

The gaps in his memory became more frequent as the festival drew near, but Tubbo somehow managed to keep his act together, ignoring the strange looks he got as his horns grew and his patience diminished. The teen also ignored the way his friends talked about him behind his back, denouncing him just because of Schlatt. He simply pretended not to hear the hurt remarks about his grumpiness.

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Tommy slashed wildly with a stone blade, shards of granite screeching off the wall, and he heard Techno chuckle condescendingly from behind. The teen spun around in irritated tiredness to snap at his older brother.

“At least I’m preparing and not just farming fuckin’ potatoes for three hours straight, dipshit!”

The mocking smile on Techno’s face widened.

“The thing is, Tommy, I don’t need the training - you clearly do.”

“Oh, shut up. Stupid pig bastard.”

Tommy glanced worriedly upwards towards the ravine entrance, where Wilbur stood, currently fucking up his sleep schedule even more. The pig followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow, silently judging his hypocrisy, but Tommy ignored the hint and went back to attempting to massacre the granite wall. L’Mandog could look after Wilbur. They had a war to fight, and if The Blade was going to slack off, well. Then it was down to Tommy to carry their rebellion, wasn’t it?

3 bites of a baked potato later, Techno was back in his farm, both him and Tommy trying their best to pretend each other didn’t exist.

Strangely, it didn’t work.

Eventually, Tommy gave the wall a break and swapped his stone sword out for iron, strapping the bare blade to his hip.

“I’m gonna go check the notebook chest!”

The teen called to Techno, trying not to disturb Wilbur in his moonstruck reverie as he left. Despite his efforts, Tommy felt his brother’s eyes on his back as he crept through the undergrowth.

A few hasty ducks and desperate, pleading headshakes at Niki later, the teen made it to the hillside underneath the prime path that hid the chest. For a split second, he thought he saw a flash of black - Tubbo, maybe? - dash around the corner, but it was gone before he could call out to whoever it was.

A quick glance in ‘the mailbox’ (as Techno called it) revealed the notebook they'd been writing correspondences in, but thrown hastily down on its front, bending the spine. The messy placement was at odds with how it normally lay when it was Tubbo’s turn, but the teen didn’t think much of it other than a muttered curse at the dictator who was keeping his best friend busy doing everything that Schlatt should have been doing.

Tommy skimmed through the rushed explanation of the festival’s weaknesses and snapped a picture of the map Tubbo had painstakingly sketched of the proposed layout. They’d agreed not to use names in the book in case one of them was caught with it, so Tommy just scribbled ‘Thx bitch, hang in there’ on the next page and replaced the book.

For a moment, he entertained the crazy idea of abducting Tubbo so he wouldn’t have to deal with the drunken tyrant, but the thought was soon brushed off due to its impossible nature. Plus, who would be their spy then? Will tried to get in contact with Fundy, but was left on read - the fox was still seemingly bitter about losing the election, even if he did cheat.

After a wistful glance at the half-broken walls, Tommy shoved his communicator back in his pocket, took a step back and fell into a creeper hole.

“Fuck!”

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It wasn’t long until Tommy came back from the mailbox, but it was 11:30 at night, so Techno once again tried to convince Wilbur to come into the relatively warmer Pogtopia. The ex-president was mumbling a steady stream of nonsense (which was slightly concerning, to say the least) but it wasn’t exactly a strange occurrence.

“Wilbur? Will?”

No response.

“I’ll make you stew if you come in.”

Food usually got the attention of his siblings, especially Tommy, but still Wilbur ignored him. With a sigh, Techno gave up and went back to his farm, giving L’Mandog a pat on the head as he turned away. It wasn’t the best result, but at least he tried, right?

Casting his memory back, the piglin couldn’t remember Tommy eating that day either, so he pulled a cauldron on top of the campfire anyway, letting the water boil while he rummaged in the chests for some steak. Cutting the meat into small cubes, he threw it into the pot alongside some salt and half a clove of chopped garlic. While the pot simmered, Techno sat cross-legged on the ground next to it and got to peeling and chopping some of the potatoes he’d farmed, throwing the peel in a nearby bucket. It didn’t take long for Tommy to come barreling down the narrow stairs, an ecstatic look on his face as he sniffed the air.

“It’ll be ready in a bit.” Techno grunted at him, ignoring his excited yell.

“Do me a favour and get Wilbur.”

The teen raised an eyebrow at him.

“Bet you already tried.”

The piglin glared at him, and Tommy raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay okay, I’m going!”

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The festival date was set. Planning was under way. All the information had been leaked to the rebels - and yet Tubbo couldn’t help but feel he was missing something important. The feeling was so urgent, he’d checked off lists a million times and gone over everything with Quackity a million-and-one, and it still hadn’t gone away. That, combined with the memory gaps, bleeding horns, and the alcoholic president, weighed on him more heavily than he’d admit. Sleep was a rare luxury, not a necessity. Fundy took every opportunity he had to glare menacingly at him, and even the recently-released Niki kept her distance. It hurt, to be so isolated from these people he’d fought beside for months, but there was no time for moping. There was barely even time for breathing.

“Tubbo! Get me a coffee!”

“Yes, Mr. Schlatt!”

As he sped down the hall, clipboard and a stack of papers in hand, Quackity called him from outside. He set the papers down on the hallway table and stuck his head out the door.

“What?!”

Big Q motioned towards the square, where a large hole sat in the centre of the seating.

“A creeper blew up the square, can you fix it?”

“Yeah, just-” “TUBBO! COFFEE!”

The teen bit his lip and gestured awkwardly over his shoulder.

“I gotta go-”

Without waiting for a response, he dashed back to the small break area where the coffee maker was kept. He set it going before rushing to collect the stack of forms left on the table. While the coffee brewed, he read through as many as he could. This was the usual routine - multitasking, never taking more than a second’s break, trying to stay on Schlatt’s good side - and he’d gotten used to it. As Tubbo grabbed a stack of cobble from his chest, a message buzzed through his communicator. Cobble in one hand, communicator in the other, he typed a reply in snatches, mostly looking forward as he hurried towards the creeper hole.

TommyInnit whispered to you: Tubso

You whispered to TommyInnit: What?

TommyInnit whispered to you: I need you

He sighed angrily.

You whispered to TommyInnit: tf do you want???? m busy!!!!!

TommyInnit whispered to you: is schlatt being a dick again? We need more info on the festical

You whispered to TommyInnit: well im actually doing stuf unlike some ppl!!!!! TommyInnit whispered to you: ???? u good?

You whispered to TommyInnit: lok i dont have the time!! get yor own fuckin informton!

Another message pinged through but Tubbo ignored it, shoving the little black box back in his pocket and continuing with his tasks. The next thing he knew, it was the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window of his room. A slight jolt of nausea accompanied the sudden change in his surroundings, but the teen shrugged it off. It was routine, after all. It was a struggle to pull his pyjama top over his head, as his horns grew bigger every day. Surely they’ll stop growing at some point. The sharp points protruded about a centimetre past his chin, and were a lot thicker than before. Succumbing to his exhaustion, Tubbo let out an ear-shattering yawn and fell into bed, digging his nails into the itchy skin around the base of the horns. A jolt of pain made him yelp, and something warm trickled down his hand.

Blood.

Note to self: Invest in bandages for these things!

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