#and that’s the understatement of the century

[samcvrpenters]

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: dark! commander! caitlyn kiramman x enforcer! fem! reader

summary: caitlyn’s anger morphs into an overwhelming possessiveness of one of the enforcers, who ends up being you, and she has already formed invisible chains around you to keep you all to herself

warnings: possessive! caitlyn, dark! caitlyn, stalking, murder, torture, she uses her position as commander against you a LOT, kidnapping

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what is caitlyn’s place in the cruel world if it’s not to fit in and reciprocate those key values of hurting people in order to get what she wants? in the long run, yes, it may be to help the distinguished upper city of piltover, but at the moment? it is only to reflect her superiority to the civilians and make the people of the undercity afraid of her.

she never would have had to resort to such methods if it wasn’t for jinx and her callous actions against caitlyn’s mother.

to say caitlyn wanted revenge would be the understatement of the century. she would want nothing more than to publicly torture the criminal and make her pay for the crimes she has committed and the damage against her family and health because she would deserve it.

caitlyn can already imagine it; the smug grin would be wiped off jinx’s face and perhaps she would have tears streaming down her face as she’d see her own guts pooling from her stomach. caitlyn would use knives. she’d use a blowtorch. maybe she would make her drink the strongest disinfectant that she could even dream of.

she’d make it her mission to use all of the piltover scientists in her acts— her acts against humanity— and she would find some extravagant ways to make jinx regret her crimes and beg for mercy.

she’d wear her commander’s cape with pride, yet she would know that her brain has already become twisted with the same darkness that plagued the worst of villains and she would slowly be turning into one of them. she’d be replacing herself.

she’s been so caught up in everything that she hasn’t even granted herself the merciful capability to have a break. have a rest.

she’s been training the armies. troops and troops of enforcers who are meant to be insanely proud to wear the emblem on their uniform but are instead only wearing it from their fear of being ripped apart in the same way caitlyn describes it in her mind.

within the thousands of people who wear the uniform, there’s you. you’re not high in the ranks of the enforcers, but you’re not low either.

she doesn’t know what it was about you. was it that she could train you to be even better when you’re already somewhere in the middle of the ranks? no. that doesn’t make sense— because then she would feel the same as she would do with the hundreds of enforcers who are of the same rank.

but she’s latched onto you like a mosquito to blood, a flea to a dog, a moth to a flame.

she wouldn’t necessarily call herself some lapdog who is running around and doing all of your chores and business. just because she’s attached to you (in her mind, no doubt), doesn’t mean that she’s going to be kind and do things for you.

what’s the point in that?

she’d be ruining her spectacular reputation and performance as the hardened commander who changed her ways because of the unfortunate death of a family member.

maybe she wants something to grasp onto; maybe that ended up being you because of your overwhelming sense of innocence. you’re not that innocent. you’re not pure. but in her eyes, you’re an angel. you’re the opposite to her. you could create such an outstanding dichotomy with her and it could drive both of you to want each other.

but it’s not want for her. it’s a need. ever since she laid eyes on you, her footsteps followed your footsteps. her breaths followed your breaths. her heart followed your heart because where you went, she went.

not like you know about it.

what’s the word for it? stalking? it’s a crime. a widely recognised crime in the city of piltover yet caitlyn has made an exception for herself because she’s the commander and she has the exception to every crime in the book.

her eyes remain on you at all times.

why are you in a bar? why are you drinking? are you so sorrowful that you’re unable to think of a better way to solve whatever problems is lying in that brain of yours? but the way you drink is so enticing and tantalising that all she wants to do is grab your face and kiss you. bite you. mark you.

a flick of the wrist and there goes the shot. a lift of your hand and there’s a glass of wine. and the tilt of your head and there is goes— down into your throat and into your body. a move of the hand and the glass is back on the counter.

she wants to take a picture of this moment. your lips are glistening with hints of the wine that had moved from the glass and the way you lick your lips. it’s like you’re trying to seduce her. it’s like you want her to come and corrupt you and your mind. she could teach you the most barbaric of things. but does she really want to ruin you?

the first time she talks to you is a strange event.

you’re sat doing work. your pen scratches against paper and her eyes are locked onto the path of the pen. your handwriting is incredible. maybe she should get you an office job. you’d be safer there, and she would be able to look at all the work you’ve done and stare at it intently.

you don’t even notice her at first, until she clears her throat and you wildly excuse yourself. you know what she’s like and you don’t want to be hurt. “oh— commander, i apologise— i didn’t notice you—“

are your apologies totally relevant? perhaps. she thinks it’s good to know that you do apologise for these things, because it means you’re not as tough as you think you are and she’ll be able to have a tighter hold on you when it comes to it.

but she’s meant to be cruel, so she ignores your apologetic comments and words and slams a pile of paperwork down onto your desk. “get this done by noon, officer. or i will be punishing you for incompetent behaviour.”

and she turns around and walks away.

she felt proud of herself then. she finally spoke to you. after following you and watching you in the bar. after following you home and watching you relax. after following you home and watching you in the shower, with water running down your soft skin and dripping off your body when you wrap the towel around yourself.

she keeps her eye on you when you fill out the paperwork. your writing is slightly different, because you’re filling it in more frantically and she can tell your hand aches because you occasionally take a break to shake your hand, as if shaking off the growing ache present in your muscles.

when you finally finish it off and dump it down onto her desk, you seem almost out of breath. she doesn’t mind. she’ll make you faster and better. she’ll improve your stamina.

“all pieces done.” you breathe out, your hands resting on the papers as you set it down on her desk. it’s in quite a neat pile— it’s not very messy, and most of the corners meet one another.

but she only glares up at you, making your muscles tense and your heart beat faster and faster against your rib cage. why is she glaring at you? she’ll do anything to be cruel. to make sure she can reinforce that you’re below her and that she controls you. because she does. she owns you.

“since when did i announce that officers are able to speak to their commander without being spoken to?” she would really find anything to criticise you, wouldn’t she? well, it wasn’t really a criticism. it was more just something she could scold you for. berate you for. but she sees you gulp nervously, and she lets out a sigh as she grabs the pile and pulls it closer to her. “i’ll let you off with a warning. next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

is she taking pity on you? yes. but you don’t know why, and honestly, she doesn’t know why either. is this because of her obsessive nature with you?

she wants to keep you with her at all times. is that so much to ask? maybe she can make you pay for what you did. she won’t be too harsh, though, she’ll just be able to keep an eye on you easier.

“stay with me for the rest of the day, officer.” does she not know your name? is that why she is addressing you as that? or does she just get off on the fact that she’s superior to you? “you will not be leaving my side for the rest of the day. do you understand me?”

“yes, commander.” it’s as if you want to listen to her. you want to stay by her side. maybe you don’t want more punishment or anything bad to happen to you because you’re just listening to her.

it’s her way of keeping you close to her. because she doesn’t want anyone else to be taking up any of your attention, does she?

she keeps you close to her for the rest of the day. she keeps her promise. she just loads more and more office work onto you with every hour that passes and she enjoys the expression on your face— the way your teeth tug at your lip as you concentrate and the way your hair sticks to your forehead slightly as you sweat.

she’s doing this to you. she’s making you look so beautiful and ethereal as she gives you more work. as she practically overworks you.

she lets you go around midnight. she doesn’t offer any sympathy for letting you leave so late in the night, and she tells you to come earlier in the morning. she really won’t let you catch a break now that she’s got those piercing blue eyes on you.

you’re back early in the morning, with your best friend, it seems. caitlyn doesn’t approach you yet, but she’s watching as you chat away to this figure that she doesn’t even recognise to be part of the enforcers. she doesn’t remember approving the identification of your supposed best friend.

and she makes a point of it.

she’s thought about cold blooded murder before, but she has never actually gone through with it. she’s thought about torture, especially with jinx, but she’s never done it to someone who doesn’t deserve it. yet, she can’t help herself because she believes that you belong to her and your best friend is holding you back and away from her.

she had approached your friend with the promise of arrest for treason. she knew it was wrong, because they never actually committed treason, but caitlyn was too far gone to even care about morals.

throwing them into stillwater, caitlyn had made sure that they paid for their actions, because soon enough, they were screaming and begging for mercy against caitlyn’s hands.

at first it was just slaps. then it was punches. then it was stab wounds. burn marks. it was constant pain after pain and eventually, they gave up and just let their limbs hang limp and blood run dry.

she’s not insane. she’s just keeping you to herself.

“clean this up.” caitlyn spoke with a harsh tone in her voice, and soon enough, the body was gone (courtesy of the prison guards), and her actions were hidden from society.

and then she goes back to watching you. she’s got her gun in hand and she doesn’t know what she’s actually doing at this point, because she won’t shoot you, but she can’t let you roam the streets if you’re going to have friends.

and you’re walking down the cobbled pavement— without a care in the world— as if you’re invincible.

but you’re not, and she needs to show you that.

her hands clench tightly around her rifle and she finally pulls herself from the shadows, blue eyes no longer disguised by the darkness of the buildings and she has revealed herself to you.

she’s stepped right out in front of you and you don’t know why she has.

“oh— uh, commander kiramman— can i help you in any way?” you’re so calm about it, like she hasn’t just jumped out in front of you. is this how you would react if it is was someone else? what if there was a criminal in front of you? would you just stand there and ask if you can help them?

anger overtakes her and the butt of her rifle finds itself at the side of your head, knocking you clean out onto the floor. she didn’t catch you, because it’s not like she’s a hopeless romantic.

there’s blood pouring from your skull but she knows you're alive because she can your chest moving. her hands grip onto your shoulders as she pulls you up against her, your head resting on her chest as she holds it there.

there’s blood on her fingers. but she doesn’t care. because she has you now. you’ll forever be in her grasp, and you’ll be happy. you’ll be safe. you’ll be hers. as you should be.

[shini--chan]

Ignore if requests are closed.

How about some hcs for yandere Alucard from Hellsing with s/o who is a gen Z (ya know, with bad humor and suicidal), thx

Yandere Alucard - Modern People

Trigger warnings: mind break, death, temp death, mutilation, discussion of suicide 

To say that Alucard would be out of the loop regarding cultural stuff would be an understatement. Since this man would be very much married to his job before you would enter the stage, he wouldn’t have the foggiest clue about my modern cultural phenomena and social norms. Of course, he would have gathered from Integra that the world would have changed and that different values would be in place, he wouldn’t take note of anything that would be important for his missions. What concern would he have to have for modern marriage conventions if he would never have to concern himself with human relationships. Naturally, when he would become interested in you, his priorities would change and he would be puzzled by this strange creature that modern culture has created. It wouldn’t help that he would have long deemed humans as incomprehensible. 

Your suicidality would cause Alucard to hate you at first. Suicide would be a cowards way out to him, it would be to spit in the face of the divine and commit blasphemy against any higher powers that are. Despite being a vampire for centuries, Alucard would have been Vlad the Impaler back in his day and he wouldn’t look kindly on anybody he would see as overly soft. All these modern humans and monsters would be soft and squishy in his eyes, and he would loathe you for invoking feelings in his undead heart and still being so weak. It would take a true demonstration of your strong character and will to change his mind and make him see you in a more positive light. 

You were staring at the gun in your hands thoughtfully, much to Alucard’s disgust. What was it with you and cowardice? With the way you acted, one could think what was once a vice and become a virtue in this rotten age. Considering how weak humans had become since the last time his heart had pounded, it wouldn’t surprise him. 

“Don’t be a fool. Suicide is the cowards way out”, he coldly remarked. Your head snapped up and you fixed him with a glare. If looks could kill, the vampire would only be afflicted with a minor headache. 

You stood up, gracefully in a manner that betrayed your training. For all intents and purposes, you weren’t all that weak and that made the way you acted as if you were all the more sickening to Alucard. Just why did he have to become fixated with you? 

“Why are you so obsessed with me ending my own life? Do you want me to blow my brains out?”, you snapped back at him. You stared directly at him with your chin jutted out. Bravery or stupidity? Perhaps both?

“Can you really blame me for drawing conclusions when you blabber on and on about how life sucks and what a blessing it would be if somebody were to shoot you. You haven’t even really done anything with your life, haven’t lost anything, haven’t done anything of real meaning. To me, it seems like you just signed up for this job in order to have assisted suicide.”

Believe me when I say you would want him to view you positively. Even when he would like you his teasing and mind games would be hard to bear. Should you land in his bad books, then he would strive to make an absolute mockery of you and break you down. That being said, your bad humour could save you here - he would allow you to play court jester and refrain from completely destroying you then. 

All in all, you would be very amusing to Alucard and that would be one of the reasons and would decide to make an exception and not kill you. Your purpose would be to ease the years of boredom between more stimulating opponents and keep him from acting on his more violent tendencies. Integra would probably seal your fate and mandate you remain with Alucard. After all, what is the welfare of one person in comparison to the survival and wellbeing of humanity as a whole? Due to his possessiveness of you, he would aim to make you a vampire, so that he could enjoy your company for all eternity. Enjoy being a mouse underneath the cat’s paws - your fate could be worse. 

There was a bang and near simultaneously the bullet pierced your flesh and thuded in your still heart. The force of the blow made you stumble back a few steps and you gasped in surprise. The sensation of something piercing your undead flesh was a weird one. There wasn’t the sharp pain that would have signalled mortal flesh and a lethal blow. Instead, there was the nauseating feeling of something poking around in your flesh. The first few times had made you retch until nothing but thin bile. 

Your master had just made you stand up again, even had forced you to by ordering you. Speaking of him, he was standing on the other side of the hall, the gun in his hand letting out a thin trail of smoke. 

Alucard smiled sharply and you instinctively found yourself tensing. A happy Alucard was just as bad as an angry Alucard, you had learned. 

“You’ve gotten better. Soon, I can proceed to ripping your limbs off in order to train your healing factor.”

[themostpowerfulmagicofall]

The way major crimes ended was a travesty of writing. I’m actually disgusted.

[polaroidpascal]

this series… this fucking series… i can’t even begin to describe the ride you’ve taken me on with this.

from the very moment they met, i knew i was gonna be completely obsessed. and each chapter really drove it home for me.

[spoilers under the cut, sorry but i just have so much to say]

chapter three fucking destroyed me, jo. i think about it so fucking often it’s not even funny. i’m dead serious it plagues my mind. if it wasn’t clear by my user, i kinda like polaroids (“kinda” lol biggest understatement of the century). the ending specifically makes my heart ache and yearn and i just want him so fucking bad.

chapter six??? THAT WAS A SPECIFIC CALL OUT JO. THAT ONE WAS PERSONAL. i’m pretty sure when you posted that one, i had been daydreaming in my classes about how ways i think frankie would help me study not two days before. that one was a personal attack really and truly.

and chapter seven… chapter fucking seven… good god. there’s something about a somno kink that will always get me… and to mix lingerie in there too i just— 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

the first date bonus chapter was so sickly sweet, it made my stomach hurt. the secret yearning from livvie in this part… they’re perfect they’re just perfect. your honor i love them.

chapter nine being called “blindfolded birthday” was enough to put me into a coma by itself, let alone the actual chapter itself. jesus christ 😵‍💫

when i saw the title of chapter ten, i was absolutely obsessed. but i didn’t know what kind of heartbreak you were about to put me through and god…

and then the final chapter… my god the final chapter… i cried. actually, i fully sobbed. i don’t know how you managed to dig into the deepest grooves of my brain matter and pull out something so specifically damaging to my psyche, both the actual act itself and the aftercare that followed.

his smile at the end of chapter three… when she showed up to the airport for him… when they remembered little things about each other… the slow tender romance of the make-up sex… when he hooked his leg over her hip and finally fucking said those three words they each wanted to say so badly…

jo. im serious. my chest hurts typing all of this and remembering their journey because i love them so much. i’m so beyond excited for more of them, i couldn’t possibly begin to describe it to you.

from a conversation at a diner one fateful night to the most tender and most fitting love confession i’ve ever fucking read… my god. this series is just beautiful.

bravo, my love. bravo. 💜

with no strings attached masterlist

francisco "frankie" morales x ofc!reader*

summary: stumbling into a diner in the dead of the night, frankie morales doesn't expect to find anyone there. then he meets you. what begins as a one-night-stand-turned-weekend becomes a no-strings-attached arrangement.

pairing: pre-tf/delta squad francisco morales x ofc!reader* rating: smut. 18+ for all chapters. series warnings: smut. (OFC has a name - and a nickname from frankie: blue - has a personality and backstory, but is physically a blank slate). nickname is given to reader by frankie: blue. other details are blank. "friends" with benefits/fuck buddy arrangement. we explore kinks in this (specified on individual pieces). pre-TF. dual POV.

i. THE MEETING - WARNINGS: ONE NIGHT STAND. P IN V. SMUT.

ii. LET ME WORSHIP - WARNINGS: PUSSY WORSHIP

iii. TAKE MY PICTURE - PHOTO EXHIBITIONISM

iv. SAY PRETTY PLEASE - ORGASM DENIAL

v. LEMME WATCH YOU - SEX TOYS

vi. ANYTIME, ANYPLACE - COCKWARMING / EDGING

vii. CAUGHT IN A DAZE - SOMNOPHILIA / LINGERIE

— PICK ME PUMPKIN - BONUS CHAPTER: FLUFF/FIRST DATE

viii. TIE ME UP, LIKE - LIGHT BONDAGE (ZIPTIES)

ix. BLINDFOLDED BIRTHDAY - BLINDFOLD, COCK PRAISE

x. WHEN THE STRINGS ATTACH - NO KINK, ALL ANGST 

xi. THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE - NO KINK, FEELINGS, SMUT, final chapter of this season.

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<- THE SEQUEL FOR THIS SERIES IS HERE ->

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GIFTS & THINGS

x the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

x marriage by me

x hallow-ghosts by me

an: this has been previously posted on my old account, but copied it here. this was supposed to be a kink collection but has now become a series...   @goodwithcheese who let me ask her insane questions about the us army, kinks and "can i run this past you" and to the gorgeous @luxurychristmaspudding who checks the spice is spicy.

[valtsv]

powerful new silt verses transcript moment just dropped

[stanpineskisser]

More Stan-atomy studies just because

[mobius-m-mobius]

thought we had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it all...

- So Much (For) Stardust - Fall Out Boy (i/n/sp)

[rendellstreet]

Brief character blurbs from the TBEA / TTS Seasons 1 + 2 pitch bible

[poptartregreteva3]

chat we know this image on the wiki right

what if that isn't the player but rather his past self

[elizavetaborgova]

Thank you to everyone who has read this so far! I know I'm taking so long to update, so please bear with me. 2024 was not my year (understatement of the century lmao) but Bethov helped me get through it. Updates coming in 2025, I promise! Lots of love xx

the science of parting

Beth Harmon x Vasily Borgov (The Queen's Gambit)

Rated E | Post-Canon

The first thing he’ll do when he returns to Moscow is to toss his clothes into the wash. The second is to kiss his son and ask if he behaved well for his mother. The third—once Fedya joins his friends in the playground—is to make love to his wife. He has tonight and two more days until then. Enough time to blot out traces of red hair and heaving silk and lipstick-bruised cigarettes.

Chapter 1 on AO3

[residenthesitant]

for @belovedgamers, the secret room under foolish's two-headed snake house - it's a little totem room with an altar, an eye of horus at the top, and a WHOLE bunch of husks in boats. can only imagine what those are for - maybe mob cap?

[pasdetrois]

Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Daphne du Maurier, The Progress of Julius

[cream-and-tea]

oh pallas and agnes power dynamic you really are SO unbelievably fucked,,,,,

[nikosasaki]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ⛧ day fifteen; nostalgia au.

Oz Reynolds and his series of unfortunate events.

taglist: @kendelias @chlobenet @purpleyearning @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @raith-way @lovehermioneforever @kiara-carrera @luucypevensie @ginger-grimm @waterloou @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @dragonsbone @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @daughter-of-melpomene

[raayllum]

Through a lot

[etrosgate]

the second readthrough of world trigger is where it really kicks in