#and I dont like the feeling of my brain trying to force me to throw up-

[somevillainfuckery]

Tee hee tonight is literally going so good for me *had a small simple accident in the kitchen and got screamed at- told I shouldn't bother wanting to learn baking ever- told I would ruin the whole kitchen- and had my favorite cup and one of the very few cups I actually bother using at all broken* Chat, if I cry at ALL tonight, or even get caught showing ANY negative emotion- I won't be here for anyone to talk to me again, and trust me it ain't gonna be my legal guardians hands that cause it. :3

@a-simple-traveler-anon

[skyllion-uwu]

*Gritting my teeth* It's for the narrative it's for the narrative it's for the narrative

[cinnamqnbuns]

buried feelings

summary - ellie x female reader! seeing the person you admire the most get closer with her, stomach coiling. hidden feelings shoved far down, to reluctant to admit, until it gets to full in your chest to keep down.

warnings / contains - fluff! kissing, a bit of arguing, angst, y/n only a few times, both readers in their undergarments together, only for a moment (changing clothes).

authors note - this is my first story so i hope you enjoy reading :) if any critiques or comments you would like to suggest feel free to let me know! i had this vision while just thinking of scenarios in my head and thought i should write it all out!

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the faint smell of book pages, dust, and hints of weed accompanied by the presence of ellie, dina, and y/n. warm lights hanging and the sound of calloused fingers brushing guitar strings ever so gently bring a sense of comfort to the auburn hairs home. you cant keep your eyes off the freckled face in a sense of love, and hurt. dina and ellie have been getting closer to each other, stomach turning every time dina makes her laugh, throwing her head back, having a good time like it was nothing. but to you, it was everything. you felt it everywhere in your body. why cant she seem so delighted when it comes to me? you could question yourself all day to the point your sick to your stomach, feeding into your thoughts that most arent true. your insecurities and jealousy talking louder then any other thought in your brain. what does she have that i dont? you could never not enjoy dina, she was perfect. something about her and ellie enjoying time together made you not interested in anything around you when you were together. you over thinked everything. the way she looks at dina, the way she looks at you when your across the room, hands touching for a second longer after passing something, how she is always quick to help, the way she stuck up for you a few days back. just ellie for you, being polite to a friend. cant even do the simplest thing as much as look at you without the butterflies in your stomach fluttering.

you fiddle with the bottoms of your pants, staring off into nothing as the two carry conversation in the background of your hearing. you both on the couch while dina on the floor. the way dina fluttered her eyes at ellie, looking up talking to her, made you sick. it was all in your head. over analyzing it all. just brush those thoughts off.. your fine, everything’s fine. you had been more quiet then usual today. the smallest thing between the two happened, and it felt as if something heavy in your chest kept weighing down on you more and more. trying not to make it obvious constantly pressing on a forced small. you thought they were so oblivious to your act, but she noticed. from the second it happened. the glares you would give them, how you couldn’t sit still constantly shuffling, the way your pretty eyes looked so dull today. ellie always notices when it comes to you.

“alright guys, im gonna get going before i end up staying here all night.” a small giggle comes from her lips as she nudged ellie resulting in a playful shove back. grabbing her belongings and heading to the door,

“see you guys sometime soon, dont have to much fun without me!” dina teased, winking.

“we will have so much fun thank you, see you later dina.” said ellie with sarcasm. does she think we wont have a good time without dina? a sweet smile came across her face just before she opened the door and was gone. ellie getting up to lock the door behind her before focusing all her attention on you, your face, the look in your eyes, how you started fidgeting with the nearest thing, sitting ever so still, be sides your restless hands, with a blank expression. she knew something was up. the room fell silent after she left. to silent for comfort. the air felt thick and your eyes heavy. you feel a dip in the couch as she sat next to you, knees almost touching. your heart sank for a moment, not knowing why. you peer up at her and by the look of concern and confusion on her face you could tell what was gonna be the next thing that she said,

“hey,” she paused, contemplating on what to say next, careful of not to say anything wrong to you,

“whats going on?” you let out a breathe, not wanting to respond at all and tell her “go away.” but you didn’t, you cant. it wasn’t ellie nor dinas fault your carrying this heavy feeling.

“nothing, im okay.”

“oh come on, you dont have to lie to me. i know somethings wrong. your never this quiet y/n, not like this.” she spoke quickly after. she was deeply concerned, your never really like this and it worried her, badly. she could imagine showering you in a affection and comfort, looking into your eyes cupping your face, telling you that your okay. it hurt her to see you hurt. the dullness in your voice made her heart hurt, thinking she did something. your here with me, i got you baby. just talk to me please. placing a soft, warm kiss on your pink lips. you guys locked eyes for a brief moment before you look away, dreading this conversation even if it just begun,

“i.. its nothing alright, m’fine. just.. leave it alone please.”monotoned. slowly getting up, looking around for your things. you were ready to go. you couldn’t explain to her your feelings right now let alone even face her at the moment. you were leaving. now when you look back on it, realizing all you needed in that moment was a hug and someone to talk to. you just needed ellie, but she felt out of reach. eyes glossy, voice shaky. you felt stuck, you want to shout at her about how deeply you feel for her, but at the same time, shove the feeling so far down you cant ever reach and never speak on it. ever.

“you cant tell me to leave it alone when i see you.. like this,” grabbing your arm gentle, not wanting to hurt or startle you to much, but firm. firm enough for her to move your body towards her, pull you closer, wanting you to look at her. eyes meeting, she wanted you to know she was serious. looking into your eyes, oh how beautiful she thought you looked even when you were worked up over, well she didnt know but she could tell how deeply it weighed on you by the look in your eyes. its almost like the world stopped for a moment. both pairs of eyes on each other, only a few inches apart, scanning every detail and crevice on your face. the look on ellies face comforted you, knowing how concerned she was made you feel a little bit more okay. knowing it wasn’t just in her words but in her face, you could physically see how she cared. not saying anything for a couple seconds before she spoke,

“please just look at me, look i dont know if i did something or maybe dina did but im sorry and i just need you to kn-“ talking with her free hand, you pull away from her grip, it wasn’t on purpose. your body just did it, you couldn’t handle all this. cutting her off,

“jesus ellie just please leave it alone, leave me alone. i told you i was fine, i need you to stop questioning me.” you uttered, with a raised voice. not yelling, but up with volume. you both paused, shocked at your words. her lips parted as if wanted to speak, but she didnt. she couldn’t, nothing would come out. never would she have imagined you telling her that, speaking to you so harshly for just helping you. it hurt, made her stomach drop, heart beat faster. you didnt mean it, there was so much going on in your mind you just snapped. fuck fuck fuck. you cursed yourself. and in this moment, if felt as if the person you dont have you already lost, all because she was just trying to help.

“ellie.. fuck, im sorry i didnt mean to.. to snap like that im really sorry okay, there is just a lot going on in my mind and it was all to much and-”

rambling for a moment before she stopped you,

“y/n, its okay. just please calm down for a moment, i see your worked up, i was just trying to help alright. m’sorry”her “sorry” coming out as a whisper. she wanted to say more, but nothing would come out. tears beginning to fall from your eyes, you were feeling to many emotions at once. thoughts running a mile a minute. god your so fucking sensitive when it cones to her. before you said anything else she looked away, taking a seat on the couch, parting from how close you two were. she wasn’t mad, you could tell. she was upset, which made you feel so much worse. she wanted to comfort you. she didnt mean to push, and you didnt mean to break. after standing there for a second you sit next to her, leaving some space between. after a moment of uncomfortable silence,

“im sorry, i really do mean it els. you just kept asking and i dont know it.. it just set me off,”

“but why, was it something i said? im just not understanding y/n”

you can sense her getting mad, only slightly, could hear it im her tone. dreading this conversation again as much as you were when it started.

“do you really want the reason ellie, i.. it wasn’t for no reason. you didnt do anything”

trying as much as you can to make it sound as if it wasn’t her fault at all. spoken at just above a whisper. your heart started beating faster, it took you a second to realize what you said. am i really gonna tell her? now? here? like this?

“i mean, yes.. please”

she asked sort of like a question, as if it was obvious why she wanted to know why, and her “please” as begging. you took a deep breathe. waiting a moment before speaking. wiping whats left of the salty tears on your face. you could feel ellie looking at you from your peripheral, which made you so much more nervous. feeling her eyes on you, feeling yourself shaking, gripping the couch slightly to tame it. telling the girl you’ve had feelings for her since you were young, before you even knew you liked girls, on a random thursday. your breath became shaky trying to build up the courage and speak.

“i, uh.. god..”

the last word came out breathy, this is it, the moment you have been telling yourself you would not be a coward and go for, whats the worse that could happen.. and the worst that could happen flooded your mind, it was all building up. finally, looking up into her green eyes, her face silencing your mind for just a moment. she looked so.. eager to know what was on your mind.

“i think i.. i know ellie, i love you. i always have. ever since the day i met you, ive always felt something for you. your the best thing that has came into my life and i’ve always adored you, even if i had to silence my feelings the entire time. the way you look at me when i speak and actually listen to me, the way you care so much about me, and the people around you. how your eyes look in the sunlight light as the wind blows in your hair. your beautiful, your everything i want in a person. your intrest in reading, space, and dinosaurs, i admire. your smart, i love everything about you. and look i understand this is awkward, i didnt want it to come out like this, not after i came at you like that. but it had to come out eventually right?”

letting a awkward breathy laugh, followed by huge sigh. all that pressure on your chest, mostly, lifted up and off, the rest relying on her response. placing your hands on your thighs looking down, not daring to look into her eyes. those beautiful green eyes, how you could look at her forever and never get tired. not now. mind racing a mile a minute, not believing you just did that. your hearts in your stomach. what if i fucked up our friendship.. ellie on the other hand, every word you said made her stomach drop even deeper as you went on. she was stuck, not knowing what to say. she feels the same way.. i feel so fucking stupid, how didnt i know. ellies mind rewinding back to all the times where it was bluntly obvious you had feelings for her. like the last puzzle piece fit into place. she slid closer to you, almost positive you could hear how loud her heart was beating. grabbing onto your hand,

“i wish i would’ve known sooner, ive had feelings for you since, i couldn’t tell you how long. and im sorry for all this and for pushing you i didnt mean all of this to happen, i feel so stupid for not realizing earlier and just getting mad at you for-“ you press a kiss onto her full, pretty lips cutting her off. it felt like something clicked, what you’ve been wanted this whole time. the feeling you have been searching for. ellie. her lips on yours, the warmth of her connecting with yours so perfectly, her lips were made for you. bringing her hand up to your face to bring you closer, time stopped. you could’ve swore someone was setting of fireworks. everything meant nothing to you. all that mattered was that you had ellie, and ellie had you. melting into her, you pull closer into her with your hands around her waist. smiling to yourself again her lips, forgetting everything that happened before this. deepening the kiss with her, slow yet hungry kissing, not rushing this moment one bit. as rain drops are heard hitting her home, you had a bright idea. all this tension and feelings needed to be released. you pulled away, not looking away from her lips, looking as if she wants more of you, as if she needs you. hungry for more of your touch.

“lets go outside.”

“what?”

“in the rain, come with me.”

“are you being serious?”

“so serious, el.”

you say as you push yourself off the couch, grabbing her hand, both out of breath from the heavens of kissing. you opened her front door, hand in hand as you run out in the rain dragging her with you. letting go, spinning in circles with the biggest smile on your face, you feel so alive. so happy, so free. the porch light, the only light illuminating your faces as you cheesy dance in the rain together. passing smiles back and fourth to each other. suddenly picking you up with both arms wrapped around your waist spinning you as you grip onto her shoulders, throwing your head back, the kind of laughter that makes cheeks hurt as she smiles up at you, just watching how pretty you look drenched, in the rain, in her arms. it felt so nice having you in her arms. she could hug you forever. putting you down, your hands around her neck and hers on your waist. forehead to forehead, with the biggest smiles on your faces both letting out a small laugh before your lips crash together. feeling so vulnerable and warm in her touch despite the cold rain.

“come on babe.” as she pulls you under the roof between the outside and her home, still outside, but sheltered from rain. pulling you into a hug, you really needed this one. you both did. just to hold eachother felt like the best thing, not feeling heavy tension or holding back anymore. the feeling of safety came over you both.

as you step into the door, both dripping above her door mat, shivering cold. she takes your hand speeding walking into the bathroom, giggling, taking off your rain soaked clothes. both in nothing but a bra and underwear, trying try not to look at eachother to much, not wanting to make one another to uncomfortable. ringing out your clothes and hanging them over the tub, she grabs her towel and wraps it around you, “ill be back with some clothes, okay?”

giving her a smile and a small nod before she walks out. leaning back onto the while, smiling to yourself. you felt so good. coming back with a towel wrapping around her, a sweat shirt, some sweatpants, and a pair of socks. after getting dressed, drying your hair with the towel she gave as you walk out to see ellie already dressed, sitting in bed, doing the same with her towel. you sit down next to her. admiring her features for a second before she looks back at you,

“you know, we are probably catch colds after that” looking at your lips, then your eyes again. you shrug,

“maybe, but it was so worth it and you know it els”playfully nudging her, give eachother sweet smiles

“absolutely was.” after drying eachothers hair and talking for a bit, you lay in bed together. ellies head rests on your chests as you two share conversations and sweet apologies about everything. sharing heartfelt stories on how you guys acted before the truth of feelings came out. after almost a half an hour of laughs and heart to heart, you decide to tell her one more story before bed,

“okay so before i tell you this, i dont want you to be upset at joel for this,”

letting out a breathy laugh, stroking her damp hair,

“joel has known i liked you for a while now, one day he noticed how i got jealous i got after you simply helped up a girl up from slipping on ice, back when it was winter. it took a minute to admit it to him after back and fourth disagreeing but, i sat there for a while telling him all about how i felt for you. he thought it was the sweetest thing. he promised me not to tell you until i was ready to tell you. thats why joel always subtly tries to bring me up, he told me that and i was so nervous. like he talks about me to you? i always wondered how you reacted. but yes, joel has always supported me and you before there was a me and you.”

you played in her hair almost the entire time, as you continue to rub your fingers through her auburn locks, you hear soft snores come lips. a small laugh comes from you wondering how much she heard of that. and if she didn’t hear any of it, you had no problem telling her it all again tomorrow. placing a lazy kiss on her forehead, pulling the cover up onto her a bit more, you took a deep breath and took in everything around you before closing your eyes. the faint smell of rain in her hair, the way her chest rises and falls, the small snores coming from her which were adorable, you felt yourself melt into her bed taking in the scent of ellie, ellie williams, the girl you love, and forever will. finally being able to go to sleep with the girl of your dreams, with no more buried feelings.

the next morning, ellie stopped at joels after you had left that evening,

“i saw you two kiddos in the backyard last night, through the window. it was about time”

as he sipped his coffee.

[genderqueerdykes]

hi so im sorry if this is rude or anything im just kinda confused ab some things. so one of the posts on this blog mentions that if you hate trans men then your transphobic, which i agree with, but does it mean in the sense of if you say you hate all men (including trans men) that makes you transphobic? (typing that out makes me realize how stupid it is 😓) and also a post was speaking ab terfs and it said smthing along the lines of ‘trans men can be lesbian’ and maybe I dont get it but if trans men are men how can they be lesbians if the meaning of being a lesbian is wlw/nblnb (i think thats the right one)?

pls don’t feel like you need to answer or anything, and thanks if you do. have a good day!

hello!

it is still transphobic, yes. this is also antimasculism. saying that you hate all men affects, well... all men. and that includes other queer men, too. men are not a cishet monolith, and it's not good to hate random cishet men, either. the gender of "man" did not hurt you. specific men hurt you. hating and hiding from a gender pathologically will not keep you safe from harm. women can hurt you. non binary people can hurt you. profiling strangers especially gets dangerous because you are assuming things about them. you can't tell if a stranger in public is a cishet man or not just by looking at them. they could be a trans man, a non binary person, a genderfluid person, a closeted/boymoding trans woman, and so on.

manhood is not bad. it's not something dangerous or scary. behaving this way perpetuates the idea that men can never change or improve or try to do better. forcing them into a box of "Disgusting, vile, must be hated" will only make shitty behaviors worse, because this is reinforcing that they can't ever get better, so why bother? might as well keep doing the same shitty things

men can be lesbians, there's no rules. lesbian does not mean woman. anyone of any gender can be a lesbian. many trans men start out in the lesbian community and wish to stay there because we never lose that part of ourselves. many trans men just are lesbians regardless. i honestly highly recommend talking to the butch community and just transmascs in general because i feel like people who assume that it "doesn't make sense" literally just... have not talked to more than a small handful of transmascs

like, my honest suggestion is to just gain exposure to the butch and lesbian communities outside of white cis gender conforming femme lesbians if you're curious about this experience, because it's so common that if you're in a queer space you basically can't throw a rock without hitting a transmasc lesbian somewhere in the process. anyone of any gender can be a lesbian or gay. many trans women start off in the gay community and still identify as gay men ever after realizing they're also trans women. this phenomenon exists in other communities.

people are just needlessly fixated on trans men being lesbians because "oh no! men are so dangerous to the poor defenseless women!!!!!! they can't protect themselves we have to ban everyone and anyone who looks even slightly masc!!!! soft butches ONLY we don't want any masculine people around here they're too scary!!!!!!" that feeling in your brain that tells you that trans men can't be lesbians is a cop, and you're allowed to kill it.

hope that helps! take care!

[drdemonprince]

Can you offer any (academic) writing advice for Autistics and ADHDers? You clearly write a lot and write very well and very clearly, so some insight into your process would be great. Personally, I tend to struggle with over explaining or over citing (cause I am always getting misunderstood) and that I get very fixated on not misrepresenting what my sources are saying to avoid feeling like I'm lying. All this is time consuming and makes it hard to say what I really want to say. Thanks!

Hi there! I've written an essay about a lot of this, here is the free link to read it on Medium:

Much of my writing process is inspired by the book How to Write a Lot by Paul Silvia, and it is specifically tailored to academics. The advice applies to people who write popular nonfiction or fiction just as easily, however. And he does have advice relevant to the self-editing and self-doubt you describe feeling.

The full piece gets into this more, but here are some of the stand-out tips:

Schedule a regular time to write every week and show up no matter whether you are feeling it or not.

Throw out all your magical thinking about what you "need" to be able to write. You don't need the perfect workspace, divine inspiration, the right pen, the right playlist. You just need to show up to write regularly, and do it

Editing, outlining, working with research notes, and drafting all count as "writing." Don't expect your initial drafts to be perfect or to equate writing only with getting new words on the page.

Try writing in public spaces to help get yourself in the mindset of explaining a concept to someone with a different frame of reference and type of expertise than you. Writing in a cafe or a public library can force you think and write in a more accessible way. (alternatively, you can pretend you are explaining the concept to a specific person in your life who you respect but who doesnt have all the same reference points as you -- sometimes this is called the "Grandma Test". Explain something like you are talking to your grandma.)

In addition to all this, I would add that you should read a lot of writing, both good and bad, especially work that isn't dry and academic. If all you read is journal articles, you'll write a journal article -- and most of those are hell to read, even for academics. read fiction. read bad wattsapp shipping. read substacks. read newspapers. read indulgent personal nonfiction in the cut or whatever. read reddit posts. notice what works and what doesn't. develop an ear.

and then write a lot! it took me 15 years to get good enough for anything i wrote to get noticed. you can expect to take many years to get comfortable developing your own voice, too. i dont know how far along you are, but even when you've made tremendous progress you'll only notice your flaws and feel the most turgid brain foggy moments. that doesn't mean you're failing.

also, to some extent you can embrace your citation-dense, precise manner of self-expression. we are living in a moment of maximalism and indulgent, long creative works. it's the decade of the 5 hour youtube essay and the 2 hour album. my 5,000 word essays do better than my 2,000 word ones. you should strip down unnecessary tangents and trust yourself and your reader a little more probably, but ive found that the more blatantly autistic and indulgent my writing gets the more the right people like it. a writer's flaws and their distinctive voice are kinda hard to separate. you're not for everyone!

good luck!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Could we get some angst like where fem!reader and dallas get into an argument and/or go on a break but they can’t stand being away from each other and do the whole confession and kiss in the rain cliche?

Mwah mwah chefs kiss love this i dont know how to cw so uhh fem reader?? use of nickname doll??? fight??? idk bro

It was raining. Hard. The soft pitter-patter of the droplets on the window reminds you of reality everytime you start drifting away.

“I don’t understand, who do you take me for?! An idiot?!” You seethed, knuckles turning white from clenching them too hard. “No, you’re not an idiot, you’re a bitch, that’s what you are.” Dally says pointing at you. He was equally as mad, although maybe for a less justified reason. You had seen him hanging around some red-head. It started as a simple question, but one thing led to another and now it was a full blown argument. “You don’t let me have any fun! No parties, no chicks, nuthin’!” He angrily stated. “We’re in a relationship, Dal! There is no chicks! No parties! Oh my God! Can you use your brain for like a minute and think about how I feel!” You say, putting your face in your hands. Dallas gives you a look before shaking his head. 

“That’s it, we’re done.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cancer stick and a lighter. “Good riddance, toxic asshole” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaves.

You replay the fight in your mind, turning it over like a coin in your hand. Was I in the wrong? You think to yourself. Hell no. You affirmed yourself, if Dallas didn’t show up with an apology, you didn’t need it anyways. There’s a sharp crack against your window that startles you out of your self assurance. Another crack makes you look up. On the third crack you catch what it is. A pebble being thrown at the window. You look down at your lawn trying to catch a glimpse of who would be stupid enough to throw pebbles at your window during a storm. Dallas. Of course. Dallas was stupid enough. You quickly open the window, forcing it open quickly. A pebble wizzes by your face and you shoot Dally an unimpressed look. “What do you want, Dallas,” You say. Please, don’t stand in the rain, you’ll catch a cold. Your mind betrays you, you still care about him. “Let’s talk.” He say, voice slightly shaking, although you don’t know if its because of the cold or because he hasn’t seen you in forever. “You’re not stepping foot into my house while you're soaking wet.” His lips quirk up at that, there’s the girl he knows. “Would you like to come down then?” You make a show of mulling it over, although you already know the answer. The jacket is already in your hand by the time you're down the stairs and reaching for your keys. You quickly slip it on and rush out of the house. The rain soaks you before you’ve even reached Dal, the wind picking up speed and the rain turning into heavier droplets. He stands taller than you, by quite a bit actually, but his shoulders sag when you reach him. There’s a few seconds of silence, except for the torrent of rain that was battering both you and him. “I miss you.” He says, quietly. “That’s sweet.” There was a pause before Dally took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I messed up big time.” “You seem to do that a lot” You interject. He gives you a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I do. But I’m so sorry, really. It’s kind of hard adjusting to a ‘relationship’. I just thought that I could get a head start if..” his voice goes quiet, “if you ever decided to leave me like Sylvia. I thought I could prove I was a tuff guy. I’m not tuff, not really. Especially when it comes to you. I really hate that I’m turning soft or whatever..” He looked up at you, his usually harsh eyes were unexpectedly innocent. “Dallas, you can’t keep thinking that I’m going to morph into Sylvia. I’m not Sylvia, you’ve got to understand, you can’t keep letting this front our relationship.” You hugged your jacket tighter around you. “You’re right, you're not Sylvia, you’re so much more, so much better than she will ever be.” and before you could react his hands moved to your face and he pulled you in. The kiss was, dare I say, “magical”, resparking feelings that you had tried to put out for the whole time Dally was missing from your life. You pulled away quickly. “Please, doll, I’m so sorry for everything, I’m ready to be a better boyfriend, don’t pull away from me.” He nearly sobs. You roll your eyes and take your keys from out of your jacket pocket. “As much as I love the ‘kiss in the rain’ cliche, it’s fucking cold out here Dal,” you smile at him, taking his hand. He wraps his arm around your neck pulling you in again. His hand slips into yours and you realize how warm it is in his arms.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Tear you apart: a creepypasta fic

Ticci toby x jeff the killer

MASSIVE FUCKING WARNING: this fic is of NONCON, AKA RAPE. If you dont wanna read that, dont! And dont come crying into my inbox either! I dont wanna hear it!!!!

Uhhh warnings besides that one is nondescriptive gore, overstim, general violence, oh yeah theres a corpse, DD-DNE

1.6k words, i wrote this cause i hate my job, enjoy~

The door slammed, the two men covered in blood and dragging a corpse.

“You got me fucking stabbed dipshit, of course im telling slender!” Toby screamed, gripping his side to try and stop the blood. Despite not being able to feel pain, he could definitely feel bloodloss.

“Oh of course, slenders little pet can't handle it, he has to run to his daddy doesn't he?” Jeff mocked, dropping the corpse and stomping its head as hard as he could, spraying brain matter all over the basement floor.

Toby grew enraged, eyes darkening. “What the fuck?? We have to clean that you asshole!” His breathing hitched, clearly feeling weary from the blood loss. He pulled off his hoodie, the bloodsoaked tshirt underneath clinging to his skin. “Your lucky i like you, or i would beat your ass,”

Jeff snickered, pulling his knife from its sheath. “Oh you like me, do you?” He cooed. He walked over to Toby, stopping inches from his face. “You like me baby?” He mocked, face twitching with rage.

Suddenly, Toby hooked his fist into Jeffs face, catching the killer off guard. He stumbled a bit before finding his footing, punching Toby in the jaw with a grating sound.

Toby didn't react, simply cracking his neck as Jeff watched him. “Ok, we are gonna do this,” he growled, reaching for his hatchet that was leaning on the wall.

“Oh yeah? You want to go there? Im not afraid of you rogers, you know im more valuable than you ever will be, stop lying to yourself. The best thing you can do is apologize and we can move on, or we can do this my way. Got it, mutt?” Jeff sneered, eye twitching.

“I.. am not.. a.. MUTT,” Toby screamed, spit flying from his cheek gash as he charged at Jeff, kicking him in the gut. Jeff gasped before quickly securing the handle of Tobys hatchet before it hit him in the top of the skull. He knew he had the upper hand, he was bigger and stronger than Toby, and Toby seemed to also realize.

“So we are doing this my way huh rogers?” Jeff giggled, ripping the hatchet from his hand and throwing it to the back of the dissection room, hitting the table as it went with a clang.

“You.. bitch…” Toby spat, struggling against the grip Jeff still had on his wrists.

“Mhm, what is it baby?” Jeff mocked, quickly pulling Tobys arms to behind his back, dislocating them with a pop. He turned Toby around and forced him on the table. “You made yourself a pretty little mess huh?”

Toby fought against his grip, but his shoulder muscles were weak, torn and completely useless to fight him. The panic was starting to set in.

“Let me go!” He shouted, freezing as he felt his jeans slide down, his boxers covered in blood on the side of the wound. He flailed against Jeffs grip, trying anything to get loose.

There was suddenly a soft sound of a zipper, making Tobys blood run cold. He lifted his head up, only for it to be slammed into the cold metal slab so hard it made his head spin.

“Jeff, please, please god dont do this, let me go, this isnt funny-”

“Shut it. You did this to yourself.” Jeff coldly barked, pulling Tobys head up by the hair and holding his knife to his throat. “What should i do with you first, hm?” He giggled, making a light cut on Tobys neck as Toby gasped.

“Please, let me go, please,” Toby begged, genuine fear rising in his voice, trembling.

Jeff lifted Tobys shirt, exposing the stab wound. He looked at it, admiring it before sticking his fingers inside and laughing at Tobys shudder. Sure he couldn't feel pain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Toby was gasping, trying to pull away from his fingers entering his abdominal muscles. Jeff removed the knife from Tobys throat for a moment before slamming his head back into the table. Toby made a gurgling noise, blood pouring out his nose.

“Please…” he whispered, feeling even more lightheaded than before. Jeff laughed.

“Your so fucking cute aren't you?” He mocked, pulling a dazed Toby up by his hair. “You wanna feel my dick in there?” He whispered, reveling in the fear in the males eyes.

Toby weakly shook his head no, and Jeff removed his fingers as Toby gasped.

“Ill save that for later, i want to do something else first,” Jeff muttered, slowly sliding down Tobys boxers with his blood soaked hand. He slapped Tobys ass, leaving a bloody handprint on it as Toby moaned. Jeff laughed. “Your such a fucking whore, you cant even control yourself can you?”

“Fuck… you…” he groaned, struggling to focus his eyes and panting as blood dripped down his face.

“Ill fuck you baby, i will, cause your such a fucking whore, right?”

Toby hesitated, and Jeff noticed. He started to slam his head into the table, stopping centimeters from the cold metal.

“Now listen to me mutt, we are gonna do this my way. Your gonna repeat what i tell you to, and your gonna love it aren't you?” He hissed, watching Tobys tears hit the metal table.

“Yes,” Toby weakly whispered, his head getting yanked back up with a crack of his spine.

Jeff leaned into his ear “Yes what?” He murmured into his neck.

Tobys face grew warm with embarrassment. “Yes sir..” he shakily cried, sighing with relief when the grip on his hair loosened.

“Good girl, your a good girl, right?” Jeff sneered, putting the knife back to his throat.

Toby sobbed loudly, feeling the knife's pressure on his neck increase. “Im a good girl,” he murmured, hearing the clothing shifting off of Jeffs body. He felt the wet head of Jeffs dick touch his exposed hole and made a noise of defeat, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

“Yeah, yeah you are Toby, your my good little bitch, my good little whore, and your gonna take this like a good princess, aren't you?” He mocked, shifting the grip on Tobys wrists to spit on his hand and rub it on himself.

Toby let his head drop to the cold metal table, completely defeated as his vision blurred. “Yes sir,” he muttered, the blood flow from his nose starting to slow.

Jeff snickered, quickly inserting himself and grabbing Tobys boney hips. Toby moaned, the sound of the table sliding vibrating in his ears.

“Louder baby, i wanna hear you be a good whore for me,” Jeff growled, watching as Tobys dick twitched and dripped, laughing.

Tobys face was bright red, drooling and crying on the table. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably, hating himself for feeling so turned on. He wasnt proud that he was getting worked up, he hated how fucking good it felt.

Jeff sped as fast as he could, snaking his hands up to Tobys wound, sticking his fingers in and out, tearing the flesh with the force. Toby made a soft whine, his head spinning.

“Stop… pl- please..” he whined, the corners of his vision going black as he faded to the edge of consciousness. Jeff watched in glee as he rolled his head back.

“You want me to stop baby?” He snickered, removing his blood soaked hand from Tobys side. Toby weakly nodded, moans still escaping his mouth despite his attempts to hold them back.

“Pl… please..” he cried, internally praying that he would black out to stop the humiliation.

His body shook as Jeff continued. Jeff noticed this, and he giggled shrilly. “Aww, is my good girl about to cum?” He waited for a moment, but got no response. He yanked Tobys head back by the hair, bloody snot connecting to his head from the table.

Toby made a slight gasping noise as Jeffs thrusts got more and more violent. “Cmon, you want this to stop dont you?” He growled into Tobys ear, groaning from holding back his cum. Toby nodded quickly. “Then say it,”

Toby sobbed loudly, quickly responding “im gonna cum Jeff, just fucking stop,”

Satisfied, Jeff released Tobys head as his breath shook. With a loud sigh, Jeff released into Toby. He quickly moved his still blood soaked hand to Tobys dick, pumping quickly as Toby came. Jeff didnt stop, going even faster as Toby screamed in pain.

“Fuck, knock it- fuck- stop- fuck,” Toby stammered, face red as he sobbed into the table.

“Mhm? You want me to stop?” Jeff huffed, still riding out his orgasm, head spinning from the power trip he was on.

“Yes, yes just fucking stop- aah-” Toby fought against Jeffs grip, getting nowhere.

“How bad do you want it sweetie?” Jeff said in a mocking tone, reveling in Tobys desperation.

Toby couldnt do anything but scream, desperately hoping that someone, ANYONE, would walk in and save him, knowing deep down that this wouldnt happen. No one gave a shit about him, not more than they did Jeff anyway. His muffled screams were pointless, no one was coming to save him.

Jeff removed his hands from Toby, seemingly bored with torturing him. He wiped his hands on Tobys shirt, making a disgusted noise at what came off. Toby gasped for air like a fish out of water, melting to the floor.

“And your not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?” Jeff glared down at him. Toby shook his head no while clutching his wound, seconds from blacking out. “Good. Ill get EJ to fix you up. Put your pants back on you sissy, you still gotta clean this mess up.” Jeff spat, kicking the corpse again as Toby pulled his pants up with the last of his strength before collapsing onto the floor.

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Side note i really hate my job not cause its hard but cause im not caught up on lolcow video essays and im only half joking when i say that

[yanderefarm]

an actual announcement (real (not clickbait))

i just wanna say i love you guys you're great!!

but there are a few things that have been getting me. i love getting asks and attention from everyone and i love interacting with you!! so i really never want to close the ask box bc i wouldn't be able to talk with everyone freely anymore. but despite not reopening my requests for fics i have over 100 asks again. some of these are just people throwing ideas at me to share. some of these are requests that i did ask for with talking to the characters. but there are still requests just always coming in.

i honestly wouldn't mind so much beyond just feeling guilty that i cant get to everything but sometimes it can kind of come across as rude? some people can treat creators like they're ai bots they're commanding to fill in a story.

during my little April fools event I received multiple asks that i had to delete that either acted rude, were plain weird, or were weirdly misogynistic. this isn't entirely new for me. I've had to delete multiple asks for similar reasons in the past but it was weird that there were so many in such a short amount of time.

the rudeness specifically stuck with me because it hit on something that's bothered me for a while. while i haven't been able to post frequently lately there's always been some subtle behavior since the very beginning treating me like just a machine you can input demands into and get whatever you want from and if it doesn't work exactly how you want just keep pushing it until you get exactly what you want. that's what i mean when I say it's like they're talking to an ai. and i know it's not just me that this kind of behavior happens to, I've talked with other people who run similar blogs I've just seen first hand other people responding to asks that had this kind of behavior.

the easiest way for you the asker to fix this? just add a little more friendliness to it. instead of being like "A getting tortured by B" you can literally just add "hey bunny! have you ever thought about (blank)" just adding a little touch like "hey" or "how are you" or even "ive been thinking about" adding a little personality to whatever you're sending with emojis or little additions like hey or even just telling the person you're talking to hi would go a long way.

part of this is something I personally need to work on myself. unfortunately i need to be more strict with my own boundaries. my requests are closed so from now on I'll be deleting things that are blatantly just requests. I'm sorry I feel really guilty doing this but it is something I need to do. I'm also not going to put effort into answering things that aren't supposed to be requests like they are requests. if you share an idea or a brain worm and i end up writing a whole thing out of it that's because i wanted to. i also need to stop trying to force myself when i dont want to it leads to me never answering anything because I want it to be better than I have the energy for.

im sorry if this leads to more lackluster answers and responses. im sorry if i end up deleting your ask. you guys do mean the world for me but this is more about setting my own boundaries and sticking to them. i cant feasibly do over 200 requests.

[lacucarachapisser]

HELLOOO omg i love LOVE love your colin fics n writing style! do you think we can have some colin n detective reader fluff where they're both dating one another and it's just about how their cases for the day are not that serious but since it's easttown it's got to be something weird but funny. probably will seem like a crack fic but it's sooooo colin.

you can decline this request but i hope you know i'll be excited for whatever update you'll have <3

situationship colin zabel x reader

contents : fluff, kinda slowburn, a very tiny hurt comfort i swear, friends to lovers, alcohol, drinking, kissing, mention of slight sex, mention of murder case, night road, i think that was it. 1,5k wc.

a/n : hello anon! thankyou so much for sending me a request. i love love the idea of colleges to lovers the thing about maintaining professionalism and feelings was so interesting. i change it a little because i am slut for plot so i put a sprinkle of hurt-comfort inside. believe me its just a little hehe. i know that my writing is far way beyond your expectation, first of i dont know how to write crack i am so sorry i am literally so unfunny 😭 and i realize that this is colin everything should be awkward so its not that hard cause i am awkward myself. this is not the best but i promise to myself for posting one fics per month so here we are! its getting too long i am so sorry especially for my too basic english and broken grammar. hope you still there to enjoy this! <3

you take a sip of your drink. it enough to calm a flickering amplifier on your brain. alcohol was never an option but in life, we stumbled over such stressful day and those liquid always worked magically. you slump down on your seat, expressionless. colin starts to wonder what episode of mental problems you have now. he moves the wheel quietly and take a quick look to see your flustered face. well, a few times of peeking actually. it’s quite noticeable.

“you alright?” he’d be already guessed that you’re not fine. but hey, asking will always help us to worry less.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you give him forced smile and throw your head back to the headrest and show him the bottle you have held. “you want some?” you tease him, although you would never give him that for sure.

there is a brief moment of silence before he open his mouth to answer. he gives you a quick glance before focusing his attention back to the road. “it’s very unwise of you when i’m practically the one behind the wheel,”

he sounds so frantically serious, albeit you can see how concerned his face was. he had seen you drunk, sober, angry, happy, hungry, good and bad. you’re his partner. you’ve been handling low-high class cases with him almost your life-career and seems like your life has been always revolves around him.

“suit yourself,” you take another sip, eyes out through the foggy windows. the night is pretty young and cold, sort of a perfect time to just snuggling under the blanket and rest your body and mind. but that won’t happen for now.

“i think we should get some place to stay,” you know there is something about him that is pleasurably calming, perhaps because of his caffeinated voice.

“can we get king this time?” you murmur, hesitating to look at his face.

“drunk already?”

“nope.”

this is just another trip with him. wait, why would you even called it a trip at the first place when you literally on a way of casing proof for the sake of the work? but yeah. it happen sometimes. unfortunately you stuck with him. usually you both end up with two queens, straight up sleeping like the dead.

talking about the dead, a murder case that has been assigned to you both been occupying more than a week of your time. this is why you have this trip with colin. trying to solve it by collecting all the crumbs of evidence, discussing all the what if, sharing resources, and driving 6 hours straight just to get a glimpse of the might be culprit. how romantic.

he forced out a slight laugh before giving a deep-throated cough. question, is this some kind of a green light to let each other finally open? you both won’t admit it, every time one of you brought those serious topic, either of you always come up with a cheap joke as coping mechanism.

king size? with him? are you out of your goddamn mind? you playfully tap the bottle with your nails, an attempt at buying time while figuring out what else to say.

“do you think it’s suicide?”

“now we’re working.” he commented, nodding his head without turning his eyes on you.

“my bad. was it supposed to be a date?”

he scoffed and smile. there is a significantly awkward pause. “you tell me, you’re the one who came up with the king.”

“well i didn’t ask you to sleep with me,”

you assume that, he’d be offended. does he? he’s very good at hiding it tho. you take another sip before you laugh. he doesn’t say anything for awhile so you turn towards him and study his face. you wonder if he often thought about you the way you often thought about him.

“would you?”

he chuckles and tilt his head. “what?”

“i won’t ask twice.”

he doesn’t look over you, eyes still on the road. oh man, how easy to get this guy flustered. “would i what? sleeping on the floor and give you the whole space?”

with your partially working brain, you thought that he is asking a rhetorically question, so you say nothing and keep the bottle close to your mouth. because as painful as it is to admit, who are you to complain such refusal, you can not force anything to happen. there’s something between you two —well, that’s what you thought. and so what? you and him have work to do.

“give me that,” colin grabs the bottle from your hand and chug it all up.

“hey i could arrest you, you know?”

“oh yeah?”

you smile at him, so wide you look so stupidly happy that he’d be an asshole if he doesn’t returns it. this was one of rare moment that will never happen again. colin is breaking the rules.

it was a quiet road. not like most of your drive with him had been. case so depressing you both start talking it with telepathy. once awhile you’d ask him to switch seat just to let him get rest a little (definitely not now) but he refused a lot.

“seriously, do you think its suicide?” you try to get back to the convo again.

“i don’t think it’s suicide,”

“because of the little bloodstains?” there is an unintentional disdain in your voice.

“you know what? here’s what. no fingerprints, no sign of anything besides the victim, it’s just planned so well we dug up the deepest possibilities,”

“by checking the little bloodstains,”

“absolutely,”

“out of mosquito,”

“out of mosquito.”

you know that things haven’t been going his way, and he’s been having a bad week —as well as you. hoping the mosquito to save your asses? not gonna lie the only pray you’d chant for now is; jesus, please let the mosquito mean something.

“it’s the only blood we found from the crime scene,” he said.

you’re not sure if he’s a genius or just crazy. part of you wanted to believe that this is the only way out, thereby creating a resoluteness to the possibility of what could have been.

“and what if it’s matched the victim?”

“then i guess we should drink more,”

“who are you and what have you done to my colin zabel?”

he laughs. the laugh you always wanted to hear, the laugh that eased an ache anyone could never soothe, the laugh that feels so comfortable and it makes you simply just happy in no matter conditions. and once again you told yourself it’s nothing? seriously.

he makes a turn to nearest motel. it’s just impossible to continue driving to easttown at this hour. he parked the car and shut the engine, you can feel that he has been arranging some words on his head before finally speak. his both hands still linger on the wheel, and he let his head rest on it while facing you.

“your colin zabel?”

you ready to sip your drink again without hesitation this time, but he took the bottle so that you stop and give your attention fully to him.

“mind to explain?” he slowly put the bottle away and lock his eyes on you.

you don’t want to show him how vulnerable you are right now but you bet that he already caught it. it’s better to pretend tough than busted in some silly way.

“look. i’ll be honest with you and you’ll be honest with me. promise?”

he looks extremely solemn and let out a soft cough and make it even more awkward. “a-are we… um..” he gulped his own saliva before continue. “are we going to discuss our feelings right now?”

“oh god this is gonna be so hard.” you mumble and close your eyes to avoid his semi ridiculous face. you don’t really know whether you want to punch his face with your fist or your lips. what?

“h-hey, i like you.”

WHAT?

“i like you and i do wanna sleep with you.”

your mind goes blank and the next thing you knew, you pressed your lips against his, unable to open your own eyes for a split second afterwards. it was a sweet kiss, you could feel how soft his lips touching yours, delicately playing and carefully undemanding.

his breathing starts to change and you remind yourself that you should take a breath too. you tilt your head a little but it freezes you when he starts holding your neck. it’s crazy how a single touch could affecting everything, not just the butterflies in your stomach but it rewinds all the non sexual forms of intimacy you’ve shared with him. you wonder how you stupidly unaware and decipher all of this thing to nothing.

“do you want me to stop?” he whispers and you get to ultimately open your eyes to witness how hardly he stayed in control by licking his own lips.

“quite the opposite,” a breathless smile appears on your lips before you lean back to his face.

he chuckles before continue to plant a super long kisses on your lips. “we’re totally getting king,”

and yes it took you that long to admit it, to realize, to accept, to tell yourself that it is not nothing. it’s never nothing.

[lovemybluebully]

I have devised something devious in my lab and I'm taking it out on Wade bc I'm in a lee Wade mood at the moment.

We all know and love the "which spot is worse?" trope. Very evil, very flustering. But I raise you "which spot do you like more?" Because both of these assholes would rather die than admit they like being tickled. They're both very dramatic like that. It's always shit like "I dont hate it" or "Oh I love it when you put your hands on me peanut" and never explicitly saying they enjoy it. So being forced to admit they not only like it, but have a favorite spot? Combustion.

Wade loves to go back and forth with his ler. And the teasing itself rarely gets to him bc he loves the back and forth banter. But he's very good at worming his way out of things with misdirection and his unique brand of absurdity. He can easily get away with avoiding questions by answering a different question or making a sex joke and its so natural no one is ever the wiser.

So logan has him pinned, hes going back and forth between two spots, let's say sides and hips, and while hes thrashing around logan asks "which one do you like more" and Wade has no difficulty saying his hips are worse. But Logan doesnt take that as an answer, thats not what he asked now is it? Logan darts back down to drill at his hips, and repeats the question. This throws Wade for a loop, he feels the need to double down. He makes and innuendo, "That doesnt answer my question." and hands dart back up to claw at his sides. He makes a flirty joke, "Cute but not what I asked for." Hands zip down to his hips again. Now he can't say it, he's backed himself into a corner he doesn't want to say it but he can't wriggle his way out like usual. He's getting himself all worked up, frantically trying to find a way out of it but all hes doing is flustering himself because like hell is he choosing. Mind Games Mcgee has stunlocked himself and he's losing his mind. Wade spirals into thinking about which spot he actually likes more until he finally cracks and just shouts ears, and he thinks that's the end of it, but no. Logan is on the power trip of his life.

"Ears what bub, what about them?" Hes switched gears now, gently tracing the shells of both his ears now and he can actually feel them burning, Wade is whining through his giggles and squirming, Logan can't help but smirk "Are you sure, youre not just saying that to get out of this are you?" And Wade actually almost said he wasn't sure because his brain is That Fried. Logan asks again. "What spot do you like more" and Wade finally caves. When he's finally recovered and brain back online he immediately brags about how he never really answered the original question, (sides or hips) because he has learned nothing. And Logan is more than happy to give him another reminder.

Wow this ended up long, but I needed to put Wade in a jar and shake him like a bug. Hope you enjoyed this one

-Spider anon 🕷

[sugar-omi]

i couldnt wait for sugar daddy baxter/cove to come around so i was prepping but ykw, the best things deserve to be served twice

DAY SEVENTEEN — FINGERING

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab + bottom reader, sugar daddy au, squirting + mean dom baxter, degradation, (semi) public sex, begging, mind break, daddy kink, car sex (dont be like baxter n drive while doing it</3) + soft dom cove, caught masturbating, praise, mentioned phone sex/sexting, overstim/edging

synopsis : cove comes back early from a trip and catches you having fun by yourself. he can't resist after such a sight. / baxter finger blasts you in the car on the way to a business dinner, it's his fault you make such a mess.

BAXTER

"you're getting my car dirty with your nasty juices." baxter smacks his lips, his fingers curling against your walls.

you whine, throwing your head back and grinding on his fingers desperately. "im sorry daddy, I'm sorry.."

he rolls his eyes, expertly turning the corner with one hand. "you don't seem sorry. you're grinding against my fingers like a desperate bitch."

you moan loudly. fuck you loved when he degraded you...

"please!"

"please, what? please give me money? please give me dick? what do you want slut, use your words." he pulls out his fingers, wiping them on the front of your dress.

you whine, your hole clenching around nothing. "no! daddy, please!" you're about to cry, tears welling up in your eyes. you want his fingers so bad, you were so close...

"clearly you can't think with my fingers in your cunt, so pick your brain outta your panties and use your big girl words."

you squirm, wanting to grind against the seat but you know that won't turn out well for you. "i.. i want you to make me cum. please. please make me cum..." you beg, reaching over the console to palm his bulge, a better alternative to touching yourself. maybe it'll sway him.

baxter lets you grope his dick through his pants, and even lets you unbutton his pants and and slip your hand into his bottoms, your hands expertly wrapping around his length and you give tight strokes in the confined space, running your thumb of his head.

he hums and haws, playing up his consideration as he tries to keep his focus on the road. - which isn't hard when you've had much practice playing around while in the car or on the road...

"please?" you beg, leaning forward against your seat belt, hoping that he falls for your batting eyelashes.

baxter curls into the parking lot of your destination, and you snatch your hand from his pants when he pulls up to the till before the security guard there sees, praying he doesn't notice baxter's open button or somehow finds out your naked cunt is leaking on the leather seats.

you squirm, waiting for baxter to finish the brief interaction. it feels like it's going on for forever but in reality it's just a couple minutes before baxter is pulling into a space.

he pops his seat belt, letting it snap into place and does the same with yours.

"ba- mhm!" his lips interrupt your words, his hand slipping up your thigh and under your skirt.

he's practically sitting in the middle console, trying to be as close to you as possible.

much to your relief his fingers find there way back to your weepy cunt, you're clenching around his digits, grinding down on his fingers so they keep grinding against that perfect spot.

"you look so good like this. if only we didn't have somewhere to be.." baxter yearns, curling his fingers against your walls, bullying that same spot.

your back arches off the seat, grinding on his lithe fingers. you pant, your leg bumping against the door and wrinkling baxter's jacket in your fist.

"baxter! baxter!" you cry, feeling pressure building in your tummy. "i'm-i'm gonna make a mess.." you squirm, trying to get away from his fingers.

it's fruitless, since you just pin yourself against the seat, forcing his fingers deeper against that spongy spot, pushing you over the edge.

your head hits the back of the seat, your foot bumping the dashboard.

baxter just watches in awe, your juices weakly squirting from your cunt, some of it soaking into the mat, your squirt running down your butt and soaking into your skirt.

he works you through your orgasm, rubbing your clit until you're squirming and pushing his wrist away.

you pant, clinging onto baxter's sleeve.

he coos, wiping your wet cheeks and kissing your cheek. "so good.. you did so good."

he slips his fingers past your lips, and you mindlessly lap up your mess. "good girl.. it's a good thing we went shopping today huh? wait here, i'll get your clothes. my partners can wait— fashionably late and all that." he waves his hands animatedly, going to get out the car.

"oh!" he looks over his shoulder, an innocent look on his face. "i didn't tell you to cum, and you made a mess in the car. so you'll have to be punished later, okay darling?" he purrs.

you nod, anticipating later tonight...

COVE

"cove..." you sigh, arching your back to grind down on your fingers.

cove went on a business trip, something about opening a new branch and he had to check out the location. to you, it's just a bunch of bullshit. what could possibly be more important than his baby?

even though he told you it was just for the weekend, it felt like ages without him here to fill up your days. and he didn't even leave you with more than a parting kiss...

you whine, pumping your fingers in and out your loud, messy cunt faster.

"cove, cove, cove..." you cry, feeling pressure build in your tummy. you curl your fingers against your g-spot, grinding your clit against your palm.

you squirm and twist the sheets under your feet, trying to reach your fingers deeper inside of you as if to pull out your orgasm.

you pant and huff, keeping up your movements and hoping this time will be it but... nothing. the pressure is there, you're so close but you just.. can't...

"y/n?" cove's voice calls, and you think you're hallucinating until you look up and see him holding the door open with wide eyes. you fly up from the pillows, snapping your legs closed around your hand.

"c-cove!" your voice cracks, you squirm, tugging your hand free from between your legs. "um.. what- what are you doing back?"

you try to act normal, as if you aren't in his t-shirt and in his bed, fingering yourself without success.

"i got to come home early. i take it you didn't see my message?"

you cringe, glancing at your phone still charging on the other side of the room.

"that's okay, baby." cove reassures, crossing the room in a few long strides, kneeling on the bed to cup your face. "i'm here now, and i think you deserve something for waiting for me.."

you squirm, trying to keep your eyes from fluttering when your clit grinds against the sheets. "how.. how much did you see?"

cove's nose brushes against yours, his face and body so close you're itching to get a hold of him already...

"baby, i could hear everything from the stairs." cove grins smugly, happy with your flustered reaction and you feel hot, a blush running from your cheeks to your ears.

he steals a small kiss from you, pushing you back into the pillows, forcing your legs open to slot himself between your knees. "i think it's cute you missed me so much..."

you inhale shakily, curling your fingers around the sheets, cove's finger dragging along your weeping slit.

"cove..." you mutter, pushing back on the digits he slipped inside of you, feeling much better with his fingers inside you instead.

his fingers curl against your walls, your cunt squelching.

"you're so wet.. is this what you've been doing all day?" cove quipped, sinking his fingers deeper into you, pumping his fingers in and out your messy cunt.

you pant, squirming. "i.. i missed you." cove coos, "poor baby, and you couldn't finish could you?"

you nod, "ahh.." you push back on cove's fingers, his fingertips grinding against your walls, your stomach swirling and tightening.

cove kisses you, swallowing up your whines and moans, his other hand slipping under "your" shirt to grope your chest. he can barely speak between kisses, not wanting to stray too far from you. "don't worry, *kiss* i'm here now, let me take care of you, okay?"

"please, please..." you beg, pushing back on cove's thick fingers.

he shushes you, kissing down your jaw to your collarbone. "you're so pretty, you should be rewarded for waiting so long."

cove curls his fingers against your bladder, abusing the squishy spot.

he lifts up your shirt, latching onto your chest and leaving hickeys behind on your tender skin until he reaches your nipples, sucking and grazing the bud with his teeth.

"cove.." you gasp, dragging your nails down his back.

he pulls off your boob with a pop, nuzzling your cheek. "it's okay, go ahead and let go whenever you want."

you fret, clinging onto his shirt. "but-but i don't want-hahh, it to end.." cove's lips brush against yours, his long digits practically stirring up your messy insides. "we have all night ahead of us, i missed you too.." he kisses the corner of your mouth, working down your jaw.

"i told you when i got home i'd take care of you, all~ night..." cove drawls, lacing his fingers with yours.

you shake, your knee bumping against cove's side and your toes curling. "i-i'm gonna.." you pant, pushing back on cove's digits.

cove praises you, muttering in your ear about how sweet and pretty you look squirming on your digits. "i should have you like this more often... you look so good with my fingers inside you."

you gasp, cove's fingers curling near that delicious spot by your cervix. he bullies the spot, and your grinding hips help push you over the edge.

your legs shake, clamping around cove's waist as you make a mess in his hand, your cunt clamping around his digits as your fluids soak into the sleeve of his shirt.

"that's it.. fuck." cove groans, enraptured by the sight..

you melt into the pillows and sheets, some muscles in your thighs still twitching, not having half the mind to feel bad for your mess.

cove peels off the shirt, throwing it somewhere so he can work on his belt. "don't get tired on me now, we still have so much to catch up on.."

[neophytepagan]

25 for caecade?

25. one to five tropes they embody or could pull off in an AU.

mostly thinking of the canon verse and im giving more than five because i dont wanna cut down any

unrequited love/one sided - pretty self explanatory, caesar likes arcade and arcade despises him, making caecade one sided and more nonconny is fun sometimes but doesn't have that drama that i like in arcade's shameful attraction.

corruption - over time arcade slowly grows accustomed to caesar and living in his close proximity. he starts tolerating more than he probably should, growing numb to the tragedies around him until caesar pushes him to be a player in it rather than just a victim or a bystander, elevating him to a position of power. maybe arcade tries to do good, but he still becomes complicit by extension

caretaker/ing - emphasizing on the doctor/patient dynamic, despite caesar's atrocities seeing him vulnerable and weak still activates those parts of arcade's brain that makes him want to help and care for him. it makes caesar far more human, seeing him afraid, exhausted, in pain. arcade can't bring himself to deny him any treatment, tenderness, soft touches, words of encouragement

slow burn- arcade isn't breaking that easy, but caesar has all the time in the world to chisel away at his defenses. caesar doesnt even know arcade likes men at first, and feels somewhat ashamed of like, "forcing" that affection upon him. in caesars eyes arcade is the closest thing to an equal to him and after being lonely for... years. pushing away this new and wonderful thing because of his desires would be a shame. then he finds out arcades gay and he wont stop flirting with him

arranged marriage - is always fun especially with a side of political intrigue. this would mostly have to be in an au, but arcade being offered up in a political marriage after being found out as gay and refusing to wed a woman and continue to family line, so his parents will use him as a bargaining chip instead, throwing him at the slaving dictator. arcades afraid for his life and safety given the rumors about caesar... but caesar is so astonishingly different than what he'd expected that he's almost glad for the marriage so he can get away from the enclave

mutual pining - one of my favorite parts about this pairing is when arcade is pining for caesar and really isnt happy about it. he catches himself eyeing caesars body or feeling giddy and butterflies in his stomach over something sweet caesar says to him. its kind of a game. caesar seeing how openly affectionate he can be before arcade puts his boundaries up and gets angry and hides again. he gets to say some pet names but touching is too much... then after some time he gets to stroke arcades hair or caress his cheek but the second he leans in for a kiss arcade yells at him and pushes him away. one night arcade is the one who leans in and presses his lips to caesar, but the second he starts tugging at arcades clothes arcade says no and goes to sleep. progression like that. caesar daydreams abt arcade whenever he's not around him, gets him gifts, even blushes (caesar getting flustered is so good to me) when arcade flirts back

sharing a bed - a pretty cheesy trope but caesar only has one bed in his tent and it would be a fun way for him to try and get arcade to like him. hes being so nice offering his huge comfy bed to arcade. the soldiers have to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor. come on arcade... don't you see what an honor it is...

ruler/consort - i fold this in to like, everything i do with them. arcade always becomes something more than just a slave or a doctor. he becomes caesar's closest advisor, his sole confidant. he also becomes a little voice in his ear pushing him and manipulating to do things (for the good of the wasteland) and caesar lets him because he's both so head over heels and damn it's sexy when arcade is playing with him. arcade being officially recognized as caesar's consort or spouse... its so goodddd

[multisstuff]

My own sleeping beauty (Chrollo-Fluff)

Today is just a day where you don´t want to leave your bed, where simply getting out of bed is a horrible task, where brushing your teeth seems impossible, where the thought of eating breakfast makes you sick because you'd have to get out of bed first.

And you know you have to get up because it´s not healthy to let your depression wash all over you again and chain you to your bed to rot. But you just can't help it. You really can't. So to tune your negative thoughts off, you simply turn to the other side and shut your eyes for another dreamless nap. You already know that it´ll leave you even more exhausted than now.

After some time, you´re being woken up by your boyfriend, who is gently stroking your hair and calling your name. Lazily, you turn to your back to look at him while mentally scolding yourself for spending the whole day sleeping.

"Good morning, my dear," he chuckles. "Or should I say good evening?" You can´t help but feel guilty for doing nothing productive today. Starting to hate yourself for being like this then hating on yourself again for feeling so much hate for your own brain, which is a never ending cycle of growing hate towards you.

"Sorry, I should have made dinner for us since you´ve been working this whole week while I´ve been at home doing nothing." You slowly sit yourself up and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, feeling ashamed. "I just don´t know what´s wrong with me. I can´t even say that I´ve rested well," you feel the tears welling in your eyes as you explain yourself to your boyfriend, "I dont know why this keeps happening to me like last week I've been doing so well but now I have this urge to isolate myself and rot away in my bed... I'm sorry."

Chrollo knows that you sometimes struggle with your mental health which worries him a lot when he's not with you. Thinking and researching of ways to help you like buying you a nice bullet journal for to-do lists or hiding little self-written poems so that when you do something like cooking you'd find it inbetween the plates. But even those are sometimes not enough.

Now that you´re sitting he lets his hand slide down to cup your cheek and says"My love, there is nothing to feel guilty about. I won´t judge you for you are only human too" He then grabs you gently by your waist and pulls you onto his lap so that he can embrace you. "Even if you were to sleep all year long I´d not leave your side," he whispers while rubbing your back. "You are like my own sleeping beauty, who only awakens with the gentle touch of true love".

His words never fail to fluster you, leaving you wondering how he can still be in love with you even though you can be such a mess sometimes. Overwhelmed by his statement, you can´t find the right words to say something back, so you just sigh and lean your head in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly he stands up with you in his arms "How does a bath together sound to you, my dear?" Without waiting for your answer he proceeds to walk to your shared bathroom and put you down on the closed toilet so that he can prepare the bath. While the tub is filling up with water, Chrollo gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructs you to wait there for him.

While he was gone, you forced yourself to stand up and brush your teeth then to throw a bath ball into the now full tub. Chrollo enters the bathroom again with fresh clothes for you and him in his hand and smiles lovingly as he sees you. He puts the clothes on the washing machine and helps you out of your pajama.

After helping you into the bathtub he takes off his outfit as well and puts it with your clothes in the basket. Chrollo then sits down behind you in the bathtub while grabbing the sponge and gently cleaning your back. "My beloved, I´m so proud of you" he whispers, "Despite your own mind turning against you, you have not given up. And I admire you for that, my love," he puts the sponge away and starts washing your hair with soft and gentle motions.

"For most people, waking up with energy and self-love is a given. But not for you - you have to struggle with your own thoughts and mind everyday." He takes your jaw into his hand and slightly turns it to him so that he can give you a soft kiss on the temple, "But my dear, you are still standing strong and fighting. So I can´t help but be proud of you, my precious angel."

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[sea-of-dust]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire (if you'll write for her) from Persona 5?

Power of LOVE!!!

Phantom thief girls x GN! Reader

relationship headcannons

notes: ima have to start naming p5 annons 💀. Also, THEY'RE MULITPLE?! Thank you for reminding me to add sumire and akechi to the clarification post btw

This girl WILL know your clothing size but by a simple glance and go "you want me to dress you?" You don't have to answer that question you WILL be bought clothes along with other things you like

She likes leaning into you, smirking a bit and whispering in your ear "we should kiss" "!" your face is as you turn around and look at her of course you give in using a book to cover the views of other students,Ryuji, or you'll just look at her shocked. Either way she still ends up satisfied one way or another

She likes when you come to shoots with her. Happy when she's posing and she just sees you throw a little thumbs up, it's always lifts her spirits.

She will not let you leave without her. You could be getting ready to go and she'd just "where are you going?" "Home, my mom called I told you" "take me with you!" "You're already home though" "Home with with you wait here lemme get dressed!" You had to explain to your mom the sudden guest

She's bragging about you. Alot. If she feels like she can't go a day without telling Ryuji "they made me breakfast I love them so much" she thinks of you so much it almost scares her when you tap her shoulder. "Ann?" "Yes my darling?" "." Ryuji looks at her "Why yes my dear" "oh my god" he burries his face into his arms leaning into the desk as you two continue to call eatchother affectionate names.

She probably has your dox from the school ids has been down bad since. It's way more obvious when you two start dating. "You're so soft just like what the Id shows" "excuse me?" "Oh- nothing"

study dates early on are her go tos, as soon as you two get more used to each other she's often on doing simple domestic things with you.

Will sneak around you when you're in shibuya you're not escaping. So when you turn around and see her thinking it's a coincidence it's suddenly a date. She would come home nearly collapsing but it's worth it

Tries not to ask much of you except when it comes to school one homework she KNOWS you didn't do it's over. "Did you do your science packet" "yea why?" "Good what's the answer to 2" "two uhhhh...d?" "...I'm comming over" "ITS JUST THE FIRST PAGE" you bond with Ryuji over this you two come to school after those nights with background music and look like you two about to crawl to class.

She WiLL cling onto you!! If you dare to go anywhere scary you will have to run with her added weight. She tries to run with you and then one ominous can shes weak in the knees, so you try to avoid scary things to the best of your ability

Its obvious she's gonna be dragging you to akihabara. New game came out? "HEY Y/N" "I'm already dressed" "YAY! RUNNING OVER"

She's 100% calling you a cringy name as SOON as you pick up. "Hey my pookie wookie smuckum baby shawty thingy nugget person human thing" "...." "DONT HANG UP"

She wants hugs forever stay with her!! You should sleep over!! You should stay on a call for her for an entire day. Yea she loves these little brain thoughts while you're terrified of them.

Forces you to match pfps on ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. No matching pfps? You Hate her simple. "I wanna use this theme I found" "do it with me!! 👹👹👹👹" "chill with the emojis!"

Joker and Sojiro WILL run a check on you as soon as Futaba isn't there. You date her you must answer these dubious 5!! As much as the intense looks were exchanged turned to "wadya think" looks back and fourth little to say that approved

She's sending you everywhere with her! You're having dates every week and will almost straight up refuse to let her pay

Very affectionate and often likes showing pda, if you aren't much of a fan it's alright she'll be minimal with it or just stop all together. She does like laying her head on your shoulder while your walking together

Interested in watching shows you like and talking about them she's gonna come up to you and be like "you haven't watched this scene yet?" She doesn't spoil it but it's incredibly tempting to just to get your reaction.

She dosent insist but she loves hand holding in public. She tries not to squeeze too hard but your hands are so warm! When you initiate the hand holding it just makes it so much better.

Refuses to let you sleep in another room. If you so dare to say "you have the bed ill sleep on the couch" expect the very momment you drift to sleep to be lifted off the couch and with her to the bed. If you ever so dare to wake up and try to leave the girls gripping you tight "where are you going?" Her voice is so soft almost distracts from the fact you might need a doctor after this squeeze. "Stay here I don't wanna be left alone with all the plushies" she rubs her face into your back, seeing no other option you slept there.

She daydreams of you SOOOO much. It's crazy she thinks of you so much she finds It hard to focus. She'd think it's embrassing she thinks of you so much but then she'd imagine you brushing her hair to the side and going "you look wonderful today Sumire" girls brain just BOOM

If you'd ever dare to say you haven't eaten, she'll open her bento and offer a bit of it to you. "I don't see why you can't have some?" "Sumire...I don't like sausages" "don't worry there's rice" "you really don't have to"

She wants to try and play a sport with you. Don't wanna run? Table top tennis! Or maybe darts! She will need encouragement, but is super good

She likes asking out on just outings in shibuya to just "I'm watching my senpai's right now wanna see if they'll put their rivalry aside and be normal?" You go with her no matter the reason the only time this back fired was when akechi recognized you and tried to get you to settle if vegans eat animal crackers

She won't tell you when she has an issue that much. Unfortunately for her, you notice quickly hugging her or patting her head. She won't tell you, but she loves when you do this. It's comforting knowing she doesn't have to say a word and you'd be there

[radgalniya]

“it should’ve been called the love doctor”: a ‘how to date billy walsh’ movie review

i really only watched this bc charithra was in it, but also sometimes you just get in the mood for a cheesy teen romcom.

1. anyway. i hate archie’s character. he is the worst friend ever. like are you sure you like her??? bc hes so mean to her. he basically called her an ugly loser and made her fucking cry and then STILL chose to pretend to be the love doctor, lie to her face, and saboutage her the entire process.

2. that scene where amelia does the whole school girl outfit and then struts past everybody is so cute love her character. i’m so mad it didnt end well for her then they called her splat face girl like yall are DEAD WRONGGG lmaoo

3. yknow ik shes crazy for being in love w/ billie after 10 hours but hes fine as hell so i mean.. i get it.

4. mean girls in movies need to have better digs. they were not intimidating. NO BARS. but when archie said “if i throw a stick amber would you chase it”?!?!?! he ate this one lil thing and the bitch responds w/ “sorry i dont speak nerd” girl pls move on. and then he said “we’ve got geography and these bitches are history” BARSSSSS

5. i’m sorry i’m back again to shit on archie. he is the WORST. it’s so hard to watch amelia take his love doctor advice on her date with billy brooo it’s painful i had to keep pausing. i’m praying she uses her brains and they end up dating at the end bc i stg if somehow archie gets the girl after treating her like shit i’ll throw up.

6. i’m ngl billys you dont know me speech reminded me of that riverdale scene where the guy is like i had to drop out of the fifth grade to push drugs to support my nana or whatever he said

7. i’m sick of millenials making teen movies and shows and putting every cliche they can. no one uses hashtags anymore outside of tumblr like pls get real and then the overuse of emojis boooo

8. i feel like they forced this whole billy and amelia arent right for eachother thing and it makes no sense. like they pour their hearts out to each other for what…for him to judge her for a fear fart pls…like archie is an asshole stop trying to make fetch happen!

9. she ditches him… at her house… right before the dance…ykw maybe i was wrong maybe amelia and archie are made for eachother. both so unnecessarily mean

10. he said “ive never been broken up w before so can i stop u right there” lmao iconic. love billy walsh. he is the best character in the movie. nobody deserves him. ig i forgive amelia tho cus she apologized.

[drowningindango]

you might have made a post about it before but im dumb and dont know how to look ykyk- UHH- do you have any madaobi fic recs? your honor i looooove themm

especially darkfic, anything focusing on madaras manipulation and psychological torture of obito or just the more messed up side of it. i love when theyre complicated and messy and madara is madara and obito has that little cute bit of stockholm syndrome that makes his adult self so adorable

Well, anon, I can definitely try :) and, no, I haven't made a rec post before as far as I remember

I know you said darkfic, but since you didn’t specify whether you’re comfortable with nsfw (sex) or triggering topics, I’ll add some warnings for the individual fics anyway. 🤔 (Please also check the tags of the fic before reading)

I’m also tailoring this list to your interests mostly.

(So if anyone else wants to ask for madaobi recs that go into a different direction, like wholesome fluff, horror, any other genre, hit me up xD my personal taste goes more into the direction of them being like yin and yang, push and pull, give and take, where the power dynamic can be flipped in the blink of an eye)

oh, uh, and if you click on the fic titles it'll link you directly to the fic

Rec list:

Between Black (narzissus)

Nsfw, sexual content, canon compliant. Can definitely recommend this one for you. :)

find your way by moonlight (blackkat)

A fic that really got a nicely written messed up dynamic between them. Multiple warnings here: Obligatory nsfw and dub con/non con warning. madaobi is not the main ship of the fic and is not the endgame!!! And as far as I remember, it gets cut off very early in the story. The reason I still recommend the story is because it got exactly that complicated stockholm syndrome and manipulation going on that you want, and the story dives right into that with the first chapter. (And it’s deliciously good). …I admit that I’ve literally only read the madaobi parts xD

Sealed off (Glove)

A short fic by my good friend Glove (who has written a lot of madaobi fics and I can warmly rec them all, but I picked a few that fit your taste specifically). 💕 Sfw, gore. Features the seal on Obito's heart.

Eye to eye (Glove)

No sexual content, but non con intimacy. Very manipulative. Another short fic.

Promise of spring (Glove)

Warning: mentions of mpreg and forced pregnancy. No sexual content. Definitely contains psychological torture for Obito xD

Longing (Nalyra)

This one has other ships besides MadaObi (mind the tags), if you dislike that, skip this one. but 👀 it sure got aaaaall the manipulation, messy relationships etc. aspects for madaobi. And it does it well. Warnings: nsfw. It's smut. Lots of it. xD

Your Warmth Burns Me (DualDreamer)

Idk, I'll be so bold to throw in my own fic here, even though I don't know if it falls even remotely under your parameters. It's definitely not a darkfic. But it's dealing with complicated feelings Obito has and it's veeeeery short. Sfw.

Enquiring_angel

This is my secret tip where I don't give a hoot about the parameters. xD Read any fic that's by enquiring_angel!!!!!!!! Just scroll through the madaobi tag on ao3 and if you see that name, click on it. She has such an amazing grip on the characters, I love her writing so much.

Secret tip: use online translator to read fic

Madaobi has a lot fans in the Chinese community on ao3. Can’t read Mandarin? Use a translator! Often the result will be a bit clunky but I found that once you get used to it, your brain can bridge the gap (like names that get messed up by the translator, or any grammar/sentence structure issues). There are some real gems out there. <3

Finally:

Otherwise, I can only recommend looking on ao3 by yourself. If you filter out any languages you can’t read (and maybe add some tags you prefer), the number of madaobi fics is small enough and not too overwhelming to navigate. (There are probably some fics I missed because I didn’t read them/they’re not up my alley, but might be to your liking?)

I hope this list helps out for a start. ^^