#AND THEN YOU GET LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT LIKE????

[propertyofkylar]

Hc on kylar as a dad?

wait omg im so excited…no one ever asks me for hcs anymore…

ANYWAY!!! DAD KYLAR!!

kylar thinks he will be the best dad in the world. but it’s not true. he would be the worst.

he gets jealous whenever you give the baby more attention

definitely very doting when you’re pregnant though. does everything you ask of him. keeps you locked in the basement to ensure nothing goes wrong with the pregnancy. no worries dr kylar is on the case :)

constant foot massages, rubbing lotion on your belly, talking to the baby and singing (very badly)

but once the baby is born? no Shot. gets jealous when you breastfeed so you’ll need to save some milk for kylar :)

probably gets better as the baby gets older though and develops more of a personality.

if it’s a girl, he’s constantly telling her how pretty and smart and talented she is, just like her mommy.

if it’s a boy…well. let’s just say another generation of yanderes is in store. with a role model like kylar there’s no hope anyway

wants as many kids as possible. knocks you up over and over. also works to keep you under his control

the thing is, i genuinely have a hard time picturing kylar as a father. take eden for instance - i can imagine him extending his yandere behavior to his family, keeping his kids in his cabin. but kylar? idk…i just think this man should not have children. for everyone’s sake. SHFJFJFJDNS

anyway i think it’s best we keep kylar’s breeding kink as just a kink. letting this mf have actual children is scary as hell.

[zigrethsnotebook]

I love your writing! I saw you wrote Stan with a chubby reader- it was great!

Could I request some Ford x chubby/self conscious reader?👉👈

Thank you and have a great day!

thank you so much and absolutely!! have fun<3

Chubby

Ford x Reader

words: 1,009

tags: sfw, fluff, insecurities, talk about weight

"You two are horrible, you know that?" Stan's gruff voice broke the silence in the living room. He was in his old recliner and Ford and you had made yourselves comfortable on the ground with some blankets and pillows.

"What are you talking about, Stanley?" Ford's voice sounded vaguely annoyed already. You stifled a chuckle, knowing he reacts that way because they're brothers.

"You two never go out. Which means! I never get an evening for myself." Now you looked up at him as well, untangling yourself a little from Ford’s arms as you did so. Ford must have frowned at him because he tried to make his words less harsh really quickly.

"Don't get me wrong, I love ya both but come on! When was the last time you two went out to eat, or to the movies or... anywhere, really? I had kinda hoped a partner would get you out of the basement more often, Sixer." As you thought about it, you realized he was right and immediately felt bad.

You never made an effort to go into town for a date because you didn’t like the way people stared at you both. You knew you weren't skinny but to stare at you like that? It hurt and was making you worry if you really deserve to be with someone like Ford.

He was so fit for his age, insanely handsome. Meanwhile you were just... you. Heavier than most people and while you tried to hide it as best as you could, you weren't very successful. Your weight had reached a point of not being able to be 'covered up'.

You had never spoken to Ford about this, your insecurities about your weight, and that that's why you didn’t enjoy going into town that much. Funnily enough, with Ford you had found someone who wasn't big on socializing like that either. He usually kept to himself down in his lab so he never brought it up.

But now Stan did. You swallowed heavily. Meanwhile Ford seemed to light up at the idea. "You're right, we should go on more conventional dates! It could be fun!"

Ford's voice got a little louder in your ear as he turned to you for the next sentence, squeezing your belly a little tighter in the process. "And I would get to show you off to the townsfolk while we're out."

Your expression had turned into a frown and without a word you took his arms off of you, got up and left the living room. Stan and Ford looked at each other in confusion for a moment before Ford got up to follow you.

"Love?" He called out and quickly found you in the kitchen. "What's wrong?" His voice was a lot softer now that he saw how upset you were. You sat at the table with your hands holding your head and eyes squeezed shut.

"I know I'm not much to look at but you don't have to mock me." You spat the words out more harshly then you meant to. "What?" His voice was barely above a whisper now, unable to grasp what you were talking about.

"I'm fat. I know, okay! You don't need to make fun of me for it." You had opened your eyes to look at him, anger flaring in them. Meanwhile Ford looked at you with so much concern, love and care that you felt like something was wrong. But the anger was already there.

"Why would I ever make fun of you for that?" His question was honest and the fiery rage started to flicker. "Wh- Because- You just said 'show you off' while squeezing my belly. I've seen the way the people looked at me the last time we went out together. How was I supposed to interpret that?"

Ford looked down at your belly for a moment and then locked eyes with you again and you could see the pain in his eyes. Making you feel bad was the last thing he wanted! He was only being honest. He loved you and wanted everyone in town to know about it.

"As... an honest sentiment? I... I love you, all of you. You know that, right?" Your anger was barely holding its own against the wind of his words that was trying to blow it out. Instead, his words now brought tears to your eyes.

"I said I want to show you off to the townsfolk because I do! I want to take you into the townsquare and yell: Look at my beautiful partner! They chose me! Aren't I lucky?"

Ford was kneeling in front of you now, reaching one hand out to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, a single tear rolling down your cheek and being immediately wiped away by Ford's thumb.

"I squeezed your belly because, well first off all, because that's what I was holding in that moment. But also, because I love your belly! It's a part of you that I love like any other part. And the fact that it's a little bigger is a plus in my eyes! It means that when we fall into another dimension we'll have more time to find a solution before we starve to death."

You furrowed your brows and chuckled lightly. "If... If we fall into another dimension, right?" Ford averted his eyes, his chuckle sounding more nervous than reassuring. "Right. If."

He looked back into your eyes, letting his thumb caress your cheek. "What I mean to say is: You are the most beautiful person in my eyes and I don’t care what anyone else thinks, okay?" His eyes held nothing but honesty and genuine affection for you.

You believed him. "Okay... yeah." You shook your head, the realization of all the stupid things you accused him of setting in. "God, I’m so sorry, Ford." "Don't be."

His voice was as gentle as before and he reached his other hand up as well to wrap you in a tight hug which you happily reciprocated. "Thank you."

[lawrencewilderanswers]

I bring him into a soft hug, strangely kind.

It'll be ok, David.

A doctor slowly unlocks the basement door, first aid kit in her hand.

Sir? Are you awake?

He is lying on his mattress, awake. His arm resting on the floor beside him. When he hears the door, he doesn't move, just open slightly his eyes.

...Yes.

@lawrencewilderanswers

[repulsive-manwhore]

Anon prompt 🫶🏻🐇

I’m submissive to my core, I love giving myself up to men who are better and bigger than me in every way, I know my place.

But…

I also like being worshipped by a submissive male while I’m owned.

I don’t really know how to describe the feeling, but it’s such a high.

Knowing I can be used, intoxed, anything really… and still be the one thing someone desires THAT badly?

It’s got to be my ultimate kink. 🫶🏻🐇

it's that praise kink isn't it? you endure so much abuse just to satisfy him that he wants to remind you just how beautiful he really thinks you are.

subs aren't the only ones with obsession for their counterpart. doms get obsessed too. possessive. to the point where if you check every box, if you fill every void, he will hunt you down and have his way with you no matter what. every time.

you're so pretty and obedient you make men aggressive. you make us wanna lock you away in the basement and keep you there forever. so we never have to worry about not having you there.

[uselessbard1031]

Snowflakes & Sunshine -- Sevika X Chem Baron! Reader (C1 Preview -- AO3 link at end)

You can hear your captive before you can see her. Three of your largest men drag her into your hideout, yet still she is grunting and growling as she tries to fight them off. All the theatrics. Sevika really did live up to her reputation, now didn't she?

You tuck the book you were reading away into the built-in wood shelves of your basement hovel just in time for the twins (Ratchet and Clank) to shove her forward and remove the blindfold from her grey eyes. Your captive stops fighting, instead glaring at every shadow and corner, daring it to attack. As she takes in the room, you pour yourself a cup of tea from the kettle on your single burner stove. It sits between your cot of a bed and the entrance to your bathroom. After that, it's your desk and the bookshelf along with an old five time hand-me-down loveseat in desperate need of a reupholster. The buttons on the tufts don't match and two have popped straight off. But it was here when you got here and was comfortable enough for a seat.

“What is this dump?” Sevika scoffs. Some of the hair from her half-back ponytail falls in front of her eyes. She blows it back the way a bull does before it charges. 

“My office,” you respond simply, leaning against the front of your old wooden desk. “It's where you'll be staying until your boss pays up. You're free to explore the other rooms too, once you cool off a little.”

“No locks?” She half scoffs half laughs. “No chains?”

“Unless you try to leave or attack me, I don't find them necessary.”

With a disbelieving -- no, challenging -- grin the woman turns for the door instantly.

“Do you want locks and chains?” You sip your tea. “Kinky.”

“You can't stop me,” she says it like a fact. Which it is. She's easily twice your size. A fight is unlikely to go in your favour. Good thing you don't plan to fight.

“No,” you agree. “But Brutus can. Brutus?” The burly man comes in from the hallway to block the door. To block her path. If he were to enter your room, he'd have to duck. And bend his knees. And maybe squeeze his shoulders together too. Good thing he's not entering yet. “If she tries to leave, chain her up. I think she likes it.”

Sevika turns. She can't face him. But she can more than face you. 

“You don't know who you're messing with here,” she warns. How cliche. “Silco has a lot on his plate right now. The last thing he needs is to be wasting time with some nobodies so cowardly they had to jump me to get me here.”

Silco needs her. Hopefully more than he needs is attention to be elsewhere. He won't fight you. No. Like she said, you're nobodies. Fringe at best in the chem baron game. So he won't waste the men or the time. He wants Sevika back? He'll just pay you off. Deal with you later. If he feels like he can crush your forces without trying, then he'll leave you in the palm of his hand for now -- if only not to strain his wrist with the fist he'd need to make to end you. Besides, he's focused on Jinx. You had it on good authority that the girl's favourite holiday was the one coming up. Even better authority said that your gift to her was about to arrive. 

You crack a smirk. “You’re just a ray of optimism, Sunshine.” 

She growls at the nickname. You laugh, pushing yourself off of the desk.

“Get cozy,” you say, patting her cheek. She jerks her head away, a threat in the way she bares her teeth. “I think there's going to be snow for Christmas.”

There is indeed snow for Christmas. Of course there is. And it's all thanks to you. 

You see, Zaun hasn't seen snow for the last decade and a half due to this obnoxious Piltovian factory built right above the promenade level. It's wide and flat and pumps all of its smog and runoff down to your city. Between it and the bridge, about three quarters of Zaun has had only the rain of pollutants in all this time. Someone had to blow it up. With the workers on a union strike far away and safe from the crossfire? That someone became you.

The explosion is enough to rattle down the valley walls of the city and wake every alleycat and drunkard left out on the streets. Snow falls at first in a big white sheet that covers everything from the ground to the rooftops. Then it doesn't stop; a flurry of soft white dots like horizontal stars in the window. Outside the main door of your hideout (a bookstore and cafe offering both free books and coffee on most days when your heart strings are pulled by someone hopeful but broke), it's like a small white step has appeared; one stair up closer to the opulence of those who live above. A few people leave their homes. At first, they're curious, then, rather swiftly, curiosity turns to wonder and awe and snowball fights and snow angels. For once, it'll be a white Chsirmas in Zaun. 

You notice Sevika looking out the window and have to chuckle. Though her tough girl mask attempts to cover it, there's this sparkle like a snowflake in her steel eyes. That childlike magic of a snow day beckons her the same as everyone else only, she fights it off with a stick.

“Brutus!” You call over your shoulder. The giant appears between two tall oak bookshelves. “Get the cocoa barrels from the basement. Make sure everyone's got a scarf and mittens. I'm taking our new pet outside.”

...Continued on Ao3

[khuuxu]

I've been playing a lot of stardew valley and now I REALLY want to draw Blue Lock x Stardew Valley

(I have so many ideas to draw fjekkfjf check tags)

[killjoy-prince]

DAYBREAK MENTION FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 65 CHAPTERS!!! BABYGIRL I MISS YOUUUU

[hauntedwizardmoment]

we keep talking about the clones on game changer but we fail to realize that they do frequently find themselves in an escape room (jace has locked them in the basement and forgotten/refused to unlock the door multiple times so they had to find another way out)

[luminique]

i miss my husband, wriothesley.

[mnlssnight]

I started exploring Ashley Greene & Jackson Rathbone's filmography, and so many of them make me go "yep that's a modern jalice material right there"

[grandwretch]

everyday i think about about how k. a. applegate was like im going to write a child soldier who is completely brainwashed by his militaristic society and he believes in eugenics and is an asshole and im going to make you love him more than you have ever loved a fictional character because to you he is everything that he hates and then because love is not enough to deprogram what his society has done to him im going to kill him for it

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: KILLING FLOOR by Lee Child.

This isn't a genre I typically read; HOWEVER!: my dream agent was on an episode of the Writing Excuses podcast about beginnings, and they said this one is Very Good, so I borrowed my dad's paperback copy to give it a whirl.

I'm low-key hoping this will help me sort out some Genre Issues™ I suspect I'm having with a writing project, too, which is a nice added bonus! Excited to see how this goes.

[widowshill]

gm woke up thinking about this scene

[endious]

Please! I need to know your deranged Jeff thoughts

I WILL GIVE THEM TO YOU !!

i say it everytime somebody shut me up !!!!! but hes so disgusting that it becomes hot.

“i wanna fucking kill you, you’d like that wouldn’t ya, doll? if i just, haah, just killed you now and let you die to the feeling of me fucking you stupid.” he’s gross im kicking my feet and giggling.

“keep strugglin’, it turns me on, makes me— ngh, yeah keep screamin’ just like that. it makes me harder, doll.”

have i ever mentioned he steals your clothes when you arent aware ?? bcus he does. and then he jerks off with them while looking at photos of you he’s taken over the week. he returns the panties, but they’re soiled with his cum so imagine how surprised you are when you reach into your drawers that morning and feel something sticky and wet on your underwear? he’s literally so sick i could keep going but this the most recent thoughts in my fucked up head

[meatriarchived]

mm. so with that across the way from nancy's house being family house,

dire maria vc: so you mean to tell me my friends were quite literally stepping stones away from where i was being kept and left huh-

[flatstarcarcosa]

bopping around a bit as things come to me. will compile this into the larger doc file later.

The sound of the security room door shutting is, albeit momentary, a sweet relief. Reese plops down in the chair in front of the computer monitors, tapping impatiently at the keyboard as Slade slides the door lock in place.

"So the computers are password protected," they say.

"Of course they are," he says, coming to lean over the chair. "Try Murkoff."

Reese enters three different variations and spellings they can think of. Nothing.

"Yeah, fuck this," Slade murmurs. "Virtual Wintergreen, audio only."

"Oh, now what?" the suit AI asks. "You're done being pissy with me and decided I can be useful?"

"Since you didn't keep my ribs from breaking, can you override the damn computer?" asks Slade.

"Oh sure, shall I just patch into the mainframe while I'm at it? Would you also like some nuclear security codes, since you seem to think that's how this works?"

"Billy, I am not in the fucking-"

"Oh, I got it," chirps Reese. "Someone taped the password under the keyboard. It's literally Madmin01".

Silence.

"Deactivate virtual Wintergreen," mumbles Slade.

"We're just gonna pretend you didn't show an embarrassingly boomer understanding of computers for a minute," says Reese, "y'know, for your sake."

"Why don't you find out if someone taped instructions on how to raise the blast doors under the other keyboard?" he says sarcastically.

"C'mon it's basic corporate security, there's probably a file path marked BLASTDOORCONTROL in the- what the fuck is that?" Reese freezes, pointing at a security monitor in the corner. Slade turns.

"Is that that fucking priest?" he asks, frowning.

"That weird guy that showed up after you went through the window was a priest?" asks Reese.

"Close as you get in a place like this, anyway," he says. "What's he doing?"

On the monitor, the priest looks up at the camera as he reaches for a breaker box. He holds a finger to his lips, and pulls the breaker. The room plunges into darkness, pairing with the sound of computers dying as red emergency lighting blooms a few seconds later.

"You shit sucking CUNT!" Reese yells at the blank monitor. Slade clamps a hand over their mouth and drags them still in the chair away from the window that oversees the hallway.

Seconds tick by.

No one, and nothing, emerges from the dark.

"Sorry," they mumble into his palm. He drops his hand.

"Those stairs by the elevator go to the basement, that breaker box is probably down there," says Slade. "I'm gonna go turn the fucking thing back on, you stay here."

"You are not suggesting splitting up," they hiss. "What happened to 'arm's length'?"

"It's pitch black and I don't know what's down there," he snaps. "I can handle myself but I can't keep tabs on both of us if I can't see."

Reese clenches their jaw. It's not said directly, and they know logically now is neither the time nor place to be concerned with it, but the unspoken meaning of the sentence is that they're now added baggage he doesn't need.

"Besides," says Slade, "this door has a manual lock from this side, even with the electronics down you can still keep it barred."

"I don't think that big fucker from the library gives a shit about locks," they say.

"Then you should stop arguing and let me go so I can be back before he shows up," says Slade. He unlocks the door and slips out before they have a chance to argue otherwise.

Despite it, they still stand and lock it behind him.

"At least this window is lower," they mutter to the shadows.