#been obssessed with it lately

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on Pedro from the film Arrebato. At the bottom of the piece, there's a close-up drawing of Pedro's eyes staring listlessly into the distance, face upturned. The skin around his eyes is red and blotchy. This drawing melds into another drawing of Pedro. He's sitting on a bed and tightly clutching a cluster of grapes close to his face. His mouth is pinching together and a liquid strand falls all, implying that he's eating one. He's looking straight ahead with wide, wild eyes. One of his legs is pulled up in front of him so his arm rests on his knee. To the left, there's a circle that shows Pedro asleep in his bed, bathed in blue light. It looks like a lens, and is coupled with a red light above it, as if a camera. Other circles in the piece are randomly coloured red, specifically Pedro's right eye on the top drawing, one of the grapes in the cluster, and the highlight in his left eye on the bottom drawing. The lineart is a dark blue and alternates between stark shadows and scratchy shading. The background is a bright teal, which contrasts against the more sallow colours used for colouring Pedro.]

Inktober - Day 26 (Camera)

Film - Arrebato (Iván Zuleta, 1979)

[saphiccarma]

I am not prepared for the person I will become when this show ends

[redonionlover]

long time no see!

*hands you these*

[warped-paranoia]

love me the way i am

[bakedpecans]

kinda tempted to make a sims 2 simblr

[orderforbrian]

slapping him saturday

i started listening to malevolent and john getting pissed off at arthur's lack of self preservation never stops being funny

[songofthewildwinds]

Hunted

“Please don’t eat me..” The snarling beast-like monster above the human suddenly closed its gaping maw as it heard what they had to say, a confused look shooting over the beast’s face before it steps back slowly. 

“Eat you?” It asked in offended disbelief, head coiled back. “What lies have you human been spreading now?” The human slowly lifted their own head up from the terrified ball they had curled themselves into and stared up at the huge monster in front of them with an unsure look. 

“What..what do you mean..?” They asked shakily, hands coming down from their sweaty hair.

“I do not eat humans!” The beast shouted loudly, startling the human below it. “Your flesh is too stringy and flavourless. Anyone would be a fool to snack on a human.” It snorted with annoyance and turned its head up, eyes closed as it sat offended. The human’s eyes narrowed as they came to a more relaxed sitting position, sitting back on their haunches. 

“You..don’t?” They asked, any fear they had now turning into pure confusion. Was every story they had heard from their village just one huge lie?

“Of course not.” The beast said as it looked down at the human, gaze a little more gentler now. “Most monsters avoid eating humans.”

“Oh, well that’s relieving to hear..” The human said with a soft sigh, slowly standing up. “Wait.” They then suddenly stopped, looking up at the beast in slight fear again. “Why did you chase and attack me then..?” A shiver ran down their spine as the monster suddenly smiled, lips curling up into a way that a beast’s mouth could physically not handle, too human for comfort. Leaning down closer, the beast spoke into their ear.

“Just because I don’t eat human flesh, does not mean you are safe from being hunted.”

[stardust-kitten]

being a writer is so wild….. i create a little guy in my brain and suddenly they’re my new obsession but they don’t even exist anywhere besides my imagination and notebooks

[safer-things]

I still have my temporary name and layout bc I still don't know what to do with this blog I think I like the name but the layout not as much can someone just like. Give me ideas. Or tell me how you decided on/made your layout. Thanks in advance

[violetbruised]

maybe i should finish wayhaven chronicles

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Continuation to This Post :]

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It was always so strange to hear adults argue.

Grown up fights never seemed quite the same as the trivial spats her and Dipper sometimes had. They were similar in some aspects, yes; Adults and children weren't as different as people liked to think. Mabel had seen adults verbally lash at one another with vicious words just as low hanging and petty as the ones she'd sometimes see kids the same age as her use. Adults arguing was essentially just a louder, angrier version of children fights.

And yet, there was somehow... more to it. Grown up arguments always seemed to weigh so much heavier in the air, and for so much longer than she'd ever thought possible.

Sometimes, the weight would leave quick and early, practically gone by the next morning. However, occasionally, the weight would stay; and grow heavier, and heavier over the years. Until it came to a point when the weight was nothing but a choking, stifling presence that seemed to fill every room in the house and buzz deafeningly in your ears like an unpleasant static that made your head pound.

Then, one day, the pressure would burst with a loud yell, a slam, and a bang, and start building up all over again. It was a cycle Mabel was much familiar with.

Her Grunkle Ford's "Mystery Shack" didn't have that air.

The shack's air smelled like burnt out candles and cheap discount Halloween fake blood, with a hint of real blood underneath the stinging scent of old wood and aged parchment. It wasn't necessarily a very nice air, certainly not in any way the fresh, crisp, clean air of the streets of Piedmont, but it smelled more like home than she'd ever felt back in California. It just smelled like... Grunkle Ford.

She liked her Grunkle Ford. He was super weird; with an even weirder Uncle as his roommate. He checked her and Dipper's arms and legs every morning "just in case someone broke in at night to steal a sample of their bloods"; he despised overly sweet foods (baffling, truly); and he had exactly 27 locks installed on the front and back door respectively that he could unlock all in under a minute with his really fast extra fingers. He reminded her a little of Dipper on some occasions, no matter how much the latter liked to deny the similarities (although, bar the demonic obssession).

However, last night, the air suddenly grew heavy.

Grunkle Ford had a fight.

Mabel hadn't heard it, and she hadn't seen it, but she knew there had been one. She was an expert recognizing the signs; she could always tell.

When she had awoken that late morning, the stuffy summer air had taken an even more sour note than usual, and had become a touch heavier than it should have been. Either that meant Grunkle Ford had just recently finished up a ritual, or a particularly rowdy argument had taken place; and Mabel knew that Grunkle Ford only performed his rituals between 2 to 4 AM, when he thought the twins were well asleep.

It was strange, to feel that same heavy air push down upon her temples and pound that same painful rhythm of a mounting headache as it used to do so often back when Mabel was in California. It had already happened a few times at the shack, but this one felt... heavier, than usual. She didn't think she would have to encounter the discomforting weight again this summer, away from her parents. Yet here she was. Aching.

She knew Gunkle Ford and Uncle Bill fought and bantered. With Bill being a permanent resident trapped within her Grunkle's mind, she couldn't imagine how they wouldn't. She didn't think even she could keep her cool if she had Uncle Bill as her brain roommate 24/7.

In any case, their interactions in front of the twins were mostly a mixture of exasperated resignation, or irritated tolerance, mostly from Grunkle Ford. Their occasional volleying exchanges of vitriol doused insults and words were short lived, and brief most of the time, especially when in front of the kids. They were nothing like the long, loud ones that could go on for hours back at her house in Piedmont.

Even so, there were some times when Mabel would see Grunkle Ford late in the evening, red faced and tight fisted, stomping down to the basement and disappearing into his lab there with a deafening slam of the rickety wooden door. She recognized that slam. He didn't want the twins to hear the argument.

Even if they could hear anything, what little they could glean always seemed to be only side of the argument, with Grunkle Ford yelling curses at Uncle Bill inside his head. She always did wonder what happened inside Grunkle Ford's head. Although, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer. She couldn't imagine the state of the mind of someone who sometimes forgot to eat or sleep for almost a full week until someone reminded him.

The entire day passed with that same, tense air choking the atmosphere. Dipper had dragged Mabel and himself to some adventure in the forest, but it seemed to her that he was just trying to find excuses to stay out of the shack for the time being. Even he seemed to feel the unnerving heaviness of the air.

That night, underneath her sheets, Mabel pulled out the worn and well used wooden art mannequins Dipper and Grunkle Ford seemed to keen on using to summon Bill rather than their own shadows. With her trusty golden glitter pen (that she knew Uncle Bill loved despite what he claimed), she gently drew a closed eye upon the blank wooden face of the little model.

The eye opened, and she spoke:

[lovverletters]

👉👈 yandere serial killer...??? Maybe?? Like just this big scary dude with a mask and a big fuck all weapon like a butcher's knife or something and hes so big and scary but he sees his darling as he's just head over heels in love and obssessed and stalks them and makes sure they are safe.

Maybe leaves gifts as a way to try and court his darling even (trial and error style)

So like he leaves maybe a dead animal like a fucking cat cause he's this kinda survival guy and he's trying to provide food but darling is freaked out, so he tries again with something else maybe bones. Doesn't work. Tries to figure out what they like and tries again with their favorite flower or something.

Like he's out of touch with society cause again big serial killer who likely lives out in the woods, kills people who get to close to his home etc so he's really trying to win over his darling who lives closer to the town/city or something.

Just.... I just love big scary man who is so scary and mean but is ONLY nice and soft to his darling and tries to be so gentle, especially if his darling is much smaller than him.

No pressure if you dont wanna do this! Just!!! Giving out some ideas!

♡♡♡

♡Bunny

Yandere! Serial Killer

A/N : thank you for requesting! I changed a few things if you don't mind💖 this is like an intro for him? I'll write more if people like this dude

T/W : Obsessive behaviour, murder, mentions of dead animal.

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"─yet another body has been discovered near a park at Heartfelt Avenue this morning. The police were alerted to the scene after a man who was walking his dog stumbled upon the deceased body covered with deep cuts that were shaped into a heart. This marks the twelfth victim of the serial killer, 'Lovelorn' that has left communities in fear──"

The news forecaster were cutted off as [Name] switch the television off. Their stomach churned with uneasiness at the reports of the new killing. With the serial killer still on the loose, god knows who'll be next?

It could be them.

It's a terrifying thought but a probable possibility. All of the bodies were found near their place of living, meaning that the killer is not far from their area. Moving away is not a choice for them, they could barely make enough money to stay afloat.

[Name] will have to put up with the murderous maniac's antics until they were caught and placed behind bars.

"Shit── I forgot I have to cover for Stacey today!" They cursed out, hurriedly changing into their horrendous work uniform.

Working a late shift at a cafe wasn't exactly their choice. [Name] usually worked the day shift── stressful but far better than being all alone at night when there's a lunatic who's going around stabbing people. Their coworker Stacey had an emergency today and had practically begged [Name] to cover for her shift as no one would take up on it.

[Name] don't blame them, no one in their right mind would voluntarily throw themselves in a situation where they would ended up in a news headline.

However, adulting is hard and it drains your sanity slowly and [Name] already lost theirs a long time ago. Plus, they really need more money otherwise they'll have to live off cup noodles.

What ever could go wrong? The killer had just slain a person today, they couldn't possibly attempt to do it again could they?

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Everything went wrong.

It had been mind numbingly boring shift, the cafe were deserted at night with only a few people coming in and getting out as soon as they got their drinks.

[Name] were tempted to just sleep through their shift in the break room. Their boss won't care──probably.

"Can't something interesting happens right now? I'm bored out of my mind──" On cue, the lights suddenly begun flickering before shutting off.

Fuck. They're not bored anymore.

[Name] jolted in their place when the main door slammed to a close and their heart stopping momentarily as they saw a figure running towards the backdoor entrance.

They raced towards the exit──there's no way they're going to investigate it! They value their life more than this store they worked at──and try to pry the door open but discovered to their horror that it has been jammed!

Before they could attempt to break the glass door with a steel chair, they heard a noise from their former place behind the counter. [Name] eyes widened in fear at the sight of the figure they'd seen running earlier.

The man was muscular and had a red horned mask on, in his hand was a large butcher knife that serial killers loves wielding. Had their life not being in danger, [Name] would've laughed at how cliché this situation they're in.

"H─hey buddy, that's a nice looking knife you got there" [Name] says as they held onto the steel chair tighter, ready to wield it as a weapon if needed to.

The killer only stalked further in silence, ignoring [Name]'s remarks. He only stopped once they reached a good distance from each other and [Name] were confused, is he fucking with them?

Their confusion only furthers when the killer drops a fucking dead rabbit in front of them. Horrified beyond belief, [Name] looked at the horned masked man who stared at them as if he's waiting for a praise.

"Wh──wha..?" They could only croaked out timidly.

"It's for you" The killer spoke in his deep voice, elaborating no further.

Their eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he dropped a human heart next to the dead rabbit. [Name] felt their knees weakened as they fell on the ground, disturbed at the sight before them.

Mustering whatever courage they have left within them, they asked the killer that's towering over them.

"Wha──what are these f──for?" Stumbling over their words from how terrified they were.

The killer, holding a flower in his hand──they looked freshly cut from the stem──lowered to their level of ground and spoke in his gravely voice that's strangely laced with a certain gentleness and love.

"M' courting you cause' I love you"

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[shybluebirdninja]

Feral Obssession

Summary: Logan's animal instincts go wild when Deadpool casually mentions how often you pass by his place—now Logan needs to see for himself.

Pairing            : Worst-Wolverine!Logan Howlett x Prostitute!Fem-reader

Note                : smut, cum play, very rough sex

WORD COUNT: 3k

Logan’s been living with Wade Wilson for a while now, something that would usually drive him to stab something—or someone—on a good day. Between Wade's non-stop mouth and Blind Al’s random pranks, Logan’s patience had worn thin. But lately, it’s not Wade's annoying chatter or Blind Al’s sarcastic remarks keeping him on edge. It’s you.

Wade had mentioned you in passing more than once. Apparently, you walked past their place all the time—coming home late at night, dressed to kill, a body that turned heads wherever you went. And yeah, Wade had made some dirty joke about what you did for a living. But Logan… he couldn’t shake the image from his head. He had to see for himself.

One night, it finally happened. You walked by just as Logan was outside, smoking a cigar on the fire escape. His eyes tracked your movements automatically, almost like a predator on the hunt, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were in tight jeans that hugged every curve, your top clinging to your body like a second skin. Goddamn, you were something.

And the worst part? You glanced up at him, just for a second, a sly smile teasing your lips before you disappeared into your apartment across the hall. That smile. It stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time—something primal, something dangerous.

Days passed, and every time you passed by, Logan’s instincts got sharper. It was like he could smell you in the air, a heady mix of perfume and something uniquely you. He tried to ignore it, to push it aside. He’d been down this road before, and it never ended well. But damn it, he couldn’t.

One evening, as Logan sat brooding with a whiskey in hand, Wade strolled in, grinning like a damn Cheshire cat.

“Hey, Peanut,” Wade started, flipping onto the couch with all the grace of a drunk cat. “You know that smokin’ hot neighbor of ours? The one with the legs for days? She asked about you today.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “The hell’re you talking about, Wade?”

“I’m serious, man! Said she’d noticed you staring like a lovesick puppy. Thought you might want to… you know… get to know her better.” Wade waggled his eyebrows obnoxiously. “You into that kinda thing? ‘Cause I might’ve, uh… mentioned you.”

Logan felt his jaw tighten. He didn’t say anything, just shot Wade a look that could’ve peeled paint. But inside, his mind was racing. You noticed him?

“Come on, man,” Wade continued. “She’s into you. And trust me, with a body like that, she could break you in half.”

Logan grunted, trying to keep his cool. He didn’t want to talk to Wade about this, but something stirred inside him, something he couldn’t shake. Maybe it was time to stop fighting it.

Later that night, Logan found himself standing outside your door, hesitating for the briefest moment. Then, with a deep breath, he knocked.

The door swung open, and there you were. That same teasing smile played on your lips as your eyes met his.

“Logan,” you greeted smoothly, leaning against the doorframe, your voice a sultry purr. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well… Wade’s a pain in the ass,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “But he wasn’t wrong about you.”

You chuckled, the sound low and throaty. “So, you’ve been watching me, huh? Thought I’d noticed those eyes of yours burning a hole through my clothes.”

Logan’s gaze darkened, and for the first time, he stepped closer, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. “Can’t help it, darlin’. You make it hard not to look.”

You bit your lip, the air thick with heat. “Wanna come in?”

The door closed behind him with a soft click. Inside, it was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls, but the atmosphere was anything but quiet. Logan could feel it in the air, thick with lust, desire coursing through his veins like a drug. He didn’t need to think. He didn’t need to talk. His instincts took over.

“Logan,” you whispered, stepping closer, your hands trailing up his chest. His muscles were solid beneath your touch, his breath catching just slightly. He was so controlled, so contained… but you could feel the raw power beneath the surface.

His hand caught your wrist, gentle but firm. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, dangerous but full of need.

You smirked, eyes gleaming with challenge. “I’ve been sure since I first saw you on that fire escape.”

That was all it took. In a blur of motion, Logan’s lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The heat between you was overwhelming, your bodies pressed together, every touch igniting something deeper, something feral.

His hands roamed over your body, rough but skilled, like he knew exactly how to touch you. You gasped as his fingers trailed down your back, pulling you even closer. You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint, like he was holding himself back from just tearing your clothes off.

“Logan,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “Don’t hold back.”

That was all he needed to hear. In one swift motion, he had you against the wall, his mouth hot against your neck, his breath heavy and ragged. His hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, his lips trailing down your chest, leaving a burning path in their wake.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed and bit his way across your skin, his body pressing harder against yours. You could feel the hunger in him, the need, and it mirrored your own. It was like you were feeding off each other, every kiss, every touch building the tension higher and higher.

Before you knew it, you were on the bed, Logan above you, his eyes dark and wild with lust. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, like he needed you to breathe.

And then, with a growl, he gave in.

Logan’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he buried himself inside you with one deep, slow thrust. The feeling was electric, your body arching against him as you gasped for air. He didn’t move at first, just stayed there, holding you close, his forehead resting against yours as he groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

You couldn’t respond. You could barely think. All you could feel was him—inside you, around you, filling you completely.

Logan's body moved with precision, each thrust deep and slow, making your breath hitch with every movement. His hands gripped your hips tightly, grounding him as he pressed into you, his rough palms hot against your skin. You could feel the restrained power beneath his muscles, the tension winding tighter and tighter with every second. The air was thick with lust, and you could barely focus on anything except the feeling of him inside you, your body arching up to meet his, desperate for more.

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath heavy and ragged, filled with low growls that sent shivers down your spine. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly, but it was clear he was losing control too. His restraint was unraveling fast, and you wanted to see him give in completely.

You gasped his name, nails digging into his back as his hips moved faster, the slow burn turning into something more desperate. The feeling was overwhelming, your mind fogging over as pleasure coursed through you, and you could barely form words. But then, he stopped—just for a moment, pulling back, his breath harsh in the silence of the room.

Before you could ask what he was doing, Logan gripped your hips tighter and flipped you over onto your stomach in one swift, effortless move. You gasped, bracing yourself on your hands and knees, and before you could fully adjust, you felt his hands slide down your back, rough fingertips tracing the curve of your ass as he positioned himself behind you. The heat of his body hovered over yours, close but not quite touching, teasing you with his proximity.

Without warning, he thrust back into you, deep and rough this time, making you moan out loud. Your hands gripped the sheets as he set a rhythm, pounding into you from behind, each movement powerful and deliberate. Logan's growls became more primal, echoing in the room as his hips slapped against yours. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back slightly so you could hear the rumble in his voice, feel his breath hot against your neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his words dripping with lust, each syllable punctuated by another hard thrust. The angle was deeper, rougher, and you could barely catch your breath as the pleasure intensified, building in waves that made your whole body tremble.

“Logan,” you moaned his name, unable to hold back the sounds escaping your lips. The sensation of his cock filling you over and over, the way he moved, every part of him screamed dominance, but there was something more behind it—something raw and hungry. It was like he needed you, couldn’t get enough of you, and you fed off that need.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back. You barely had time to register the change before he was on top of you, his body pressing you into the mattress as his lips found yours again in a heated, desperate kiss. His hands roamed your body, gripping your thighs, pulling your legs up around his waist as he positioned himself over you.

Logan’s eyes locked with yours, dark and wild, filled with a kind of intensity that made your heart race. “I want you to look at me when you come,” he growled, voice thick with lust. And then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside you again, filling you completely.

This time, it was missionary, and his movements were slower, more deliberate again, but every thrust hit deeper, the angle perfect. You could feel every inch of him, the heat between your bodies overwhelming as he moved inside you. His lips found your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there, making you gasp and arch into him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“You like that, don’t ya?” he muttered against your skin, his voice a low rumble. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Logan… God, yes,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as the pleasure built again, even more intense than before.

Logan grinned against your neck, his lips trailing down to your chest, his mouth hot against your skin as his pace quickened, his hips driving into you harder now. The angle was perfect, every thrust hitting just right, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His body moved like a machine, powerful and relentless, but there was something deeply intimate about the way he looked at you, the way his hands gripped your hips, holding you close as he took you over the edge.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he groaned, his eyes dark and locked on yours. “Come for me.”

That was all it took. Your body tensed, your nails digging into his back as the orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you gasping for breath. Logan’s movements didn’t slow down, his hips still driving into you, prolonging your climax until you were trembling beneath him, completely spent.

Before you could catch your breath, he moved again, shifting you onto your side, your legs tangled together as he pressed against you from behind, his cock still buried deep inside you. His hand slid down your body, gripping your thigh and pulling it over his hip as he thrust into you again, this time slower, deeper, more intimate.

You moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming as he moved inside you from this new angle, his body pressed tightly against yours. His hand slid up your stomach, over your chest, fingers brushing your breasts as he held you close, his breath hot against your ear.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough and filled with need. “I could do this all night.”

Logan’s hand slid down your body again, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles as he thrust into you, his pace picking up again. The sensation was too much, and before you knew it, the pressure was building again, another orgasm rising up inside you, ready to explode.

“Logan… I’m gonna…”

“I know,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me again. I wanna feel you.”

And with one last thrust, you did.

Logan’s grip on your thigh tightened as you trembled beneath him, your body overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. His pace hadn’t slowed at all, if anything, it was faster now, more primal, more needy. You could feel it in the way he grunted, the way his hands dug into your skin, like he was barely holding himself back.

“Fuck… you’re gonna make me lose it,” Logan growled, his voice so rough it almost vibrated through your body. He thrust harder, deeper, as if he was trying to pull every ounce of pleasure from you, driving you into a state where you were too lost to even think.

His hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer, almost possessive in the way he gripped you. His chest was slick with sweat against your back, his breath hot in your ear, and the sheer power radiating off him made you feel small in his arms—but in the best way.

“Goddamn it…,” he muttered, and you could feel the tension in his whole body. The muscles in his arms were flexed, veins popping out as he held onto you, like you were the only thing keeping him from coming undone.

His lips brushed against your neck, biting down softly as he pushed into you one last time, deep and hard, holding himself there as a deep growl rumbled from his chest. You could feel the moment he finally gave in, the way his whole body shuddered against yours as he came, the heat of his release filling you, spilling out in hot waves.

Logan’s growl turned into a soft groan, his hips jerking slightly as the last of his control slipped away. For a moment, he didn’t move, just held you there, buried deep inside you, his breath heavy and rough in your ear. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, erratic and wild.

Slowly, his grip on you loosened, his body relaxing as the intensity of the moment began to fade. His lips found the back of your neck again, this time softer, more tender, as he let out a deep sigh, still holding you close.

“Shit,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. “That was… fuckin' intense.”

You smiled, still trying to catch your breath, your body trembling with aftershocks. Logan finally pulled out of you, rolling onto his back beside you, his chest still rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. His hand reached over, resting on your hip, fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as the two of you lay there, tangled in the sheets.

For a while, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, the room still thick with the heat of what just happened. You could feel Logan’s eyes on you, but when you glanced over, his gaze was softer, more thoughtful.

You turned to him, smiling lazily, still feeling the afterglow of everything. “Guess Wade was right, huh?” you teased, your voice playful, but Logan just grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Fuckin' Wade,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Bastard won’t shut up about this, will he?”

You laughed, the sound light in the quiet room, and Logan’s lips curved into a small smirk. There was a softness in his expression now, the rough edges smoothed out by the aftermath of it all, but even so, there was still that unmistakable Logan—fierce, untamed, and completely irresistible.

Logan shifted beside you, pulling you closer into his chest, wrapping his arm around you like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. His warmth was comforting, and for once, you could feel the tension in him ease, as if, for now, he could just be in the moment with you.

You were still catching your breath, body limp against the sheets, when you felt Logan shift beside you.

And then, with a low, deep growl, Logan dipped his fingers into the wet heat where his cum was still dripping from you.

You shuddered, the sensation sending another jolt of pleasure through your overstimulated body. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, overwhelmed, but then you felt him lift his hand, slick with the evidence of what he’d left inside you.

He smirked, his fingers glistening with his release, and before you could say anything, he pressed them against your chest—right between your breasts. Slowly, deliberately, he smeared it across your skin, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake. His touch was rough, teasing, and the way his eyes followed every movement made it even hotter.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice husky and low, almost like he was admiring his own handiwork. His hand slid higher, spreading the warmth across your chest, smearing his cum all over your skin, marking you with it. “Fuckin' perfect.”

Your breath hitched as he dragged his fingers down again, leaving no inch untouched. The way he moved was deliberate, slow, making sure you felt every second of it. The heat of his release mixed with the sweat already clinging to your skin, and the sight of Logan watching you, his gaze dark and possessive, only made you ache for more.

He leaned down, his mouth just barely brushing against your ear. “Mine,” he growled softly, his voice rough with need. “You’re mine.”

[the-little-robyn]

Tetra messing with the new girl. A parody of the scene from the spongebob viking episode.

A little comic I made if the Zelda from echoes of wisdom turns out to be a completely new Zelda. I know there is a high possibility that she would just be Fable but, can you imagine if she's a whole new Zelda? We're getting a new pair joining LU the party ya'll!

Also Since EoW!Zelda is new, she doesn't know that they all have nicknames for each other yet so, Tetra tries to mess with a little bit, Dot is in on the action while the rest just watches lol, but eventually, EoW!Zelda will be told about the nicknames and gets her own as well (idk what she's going to be called, i'll just roll with what ya'll decide).

I've been binge reading the LU comics lately and i'm OBSSESSED and as well the Wisdomverse comics by @linderosse I love the idea of all the different versions of Links and Zelda in a huge crossover AU 💖 and I can't wait for echoes of wisdom to be release!

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spencer reid holding hands 4 the first time : ( 've been rewatching cm and i miss my boy sm : (( you're most recent peter fic is so sweet btw im absolutely obssessed!!!!! love you bunches

Thank you sweetheart <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 665 words

You and Spencer have had a very…tentative beginning to your relationship. Normally, when you think of a first date, you’re worried about how much the other person expects. (Will they want to kiss you? Will they want more? What if you don’t want to? How do you say no without making it awkward?) With Spencer, there’s been none of that. You’re on date three, and he’s kept completely to himself the entire time. When you met up earlier in the week he’d let a hand hover near your elbow when you nearly tripped over a curb, but you’d barely felt the whisper of his skin against yours before he was putting it back in his pocket, the danger having passed. 

You’ve always thought that you’d prefer to take things slow, and Spencer seems that way too, but now you’re itching for something more. Just something tangible to show that you like him, that he likes you too, that you’re not just going on these dates for no reason at all. 

So, bold thing that you are, you let your hand hang in the empty space between you as you walk. An offering. 

The first time Spencer’s knuckles brush across yours, knobby and skimming, he almost stops talking. He’s been saying something about Alexander Pope and Eliza Haywood (and you’re doing your best to follow along, honest), but he falters mid-sentence, his hand stuttering in its movement. 

“And, uh, actually,” Spencer goes on, getting his verbal feet back under him, “it was only in the late twentieth century that her works started surfacing in academia…” 

You nod along but don’t move your hand, letting Spencer’s graze past it again. This time, you lean into the touch, pushing your knuckles into his almost imperceptibly. And this time, Spencer’s hand doesn’t continue along its trajectory. He lets it rest alongside yours, your skin brushing up against each other’s with the movement of your walking. After a few seconds, his pinkie teases yours. 

You bite back a smile, crooking your pinkie so it hooks around his. Spencer moves his hand, and for a second your heart drops, but he’s only bringing it to the inside of yours, interlacing your fingers loosely. 

“Is this okay with you?” he asks, careful and to-the-point. 

“Yeah.” You look up at him sheepishly, wriggling your fingers in his to get them closer. “I’ve been wanting to do this.” 

“Me too,” Spencer says quietly. Your heart balloons until you’re sure it’s about to float off and take you with it. 

His palm is rougher than you’d expected. Spencer comes off as such an academic, sometimes you can forget that he’s in the literal FBI. He handles guns and had to go through training, and you can feel it in the light scratch of his calluses against your palm. Slender fingers stretch over your knuckles, deft and capable. His touch sends a pleasant tingling all the way up from your hand into your buzzing brain. 

“Sorry,” you say softly. 

Spencer looks confused. His thumb runs the length of yours, a thoughtless movement or a soothing touch, it doesn’t matter. If he does it again, you’ll puddle down onto the pavement for sure. 

“What are you sorry for?” he asks. 

“I sort of interrupted you.” 

A little smile teases the dimple in his cheek. “I don’t mind.” 

You give his hand a gentle tug, feeling brazen. It cracks something open in him, and his smile comes out for real, the familiarity between you suddenly so natural. 

“Tell me about Eliza Haywood,” you urge. “Did Pope just hate her because she was a woman?” 

“That was definitely a big part of it,” Spencer allows, and his voice seems to go back into the conversation while his face stays somewhere else. He’s still wearing that smile, eyes squinted just slightly like he’s having some trouble figuring you out and it might be his new favorite game. “But also it had a lot to do with the perception of novels…”

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chris c.ai bot masterlist!

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♡-fluff ☆-angst ✉-dealer!chris

u spin me all around.☆

in which you and chris have a toxic relationship and you're trying everything you can to make him like you again but its no use.

clingy.♡

in which your enemy since childhood suddenly becomes very clingy towards you and turns up at your window after no contact from you.

captain.☆

in which your at a new school and you want to try out for the ice hockey team you being a girl makes chris assume differently.

grow up.☆♡

in which you and chris are teen parents and with chris' cheating past its hard to trust him but you make it work for your daughter.

you up?✉☆

in which chris is your friend with benefits currently in his phase of being obssessed with you so hes begging you to 'just come over' late at night.

you up? v2.✉☆

in which you and chris have been friends with benefits for a while but you're getting sick of his phases of hate towards you so you finally confront him.

hey...♡✰

in which chris is the grumpy guy who everyone seems to love and you've moved classes to his english class and you're stood at the front waiting to be seated.

mute.♡✰

in which you became mute after a traumatic event and everyone hates you for it, but the grumy new guy decides you're just misunderstood.

on and off.✰

in which you and chris are toxic friends with benefits but you can't seem to let him go even though you argue daily about him using you for sex.

are just friends? ♡

in which you and chris are 'best friends' but you're like a couple and chris was tired of pretending theres nothing between you so he decides to finally ask the big question.

seriously?✉♡✰

in which you and chris are a polar opposite couple, hes a drug dealer who keeps you secret for 'safety' but now you finally have time together and he's still working.

spoil.♡

in which chris is your rich, business owner husband, he had to cancel a date due to working late so he gives you his card, expecting you to spend thousands.

they'll stop.♡✰

in which chris was kicked out of his old school for fighting and was planning on doing the same here until he see's a girl he decides worth defending and staying for.

cut the camera.♡

in which chris is your boyfriend and today you're a guest on his and his brothers podcast for youtube and they're asking you questions.

im yours.♡✰

in which you and chris recently broke up and he has a new girl but you know you will always be his. he knew everything about you and recently he's been staring a lot.

just for tonight.✰

in which chris is the schools player and you're the only person he hasn't been with but he needs your help with his parents comments at dinner by bringing you as a date.

tour.✰

in which your the new, rich girl and the schools biggest player, who you've been warned about is your tour guide to show you around.

different.♡✰

in which you and chris are 2 different people but suddenly he see's you after so long and wants to get to know you, despite everyone calling you 'weird'.

liar.✰

in which chris is accusing you of cheating, even with his multiple cheats on you. you see the 'evidence' and you realise its believable enough, but its definitely not you.

your drug dealer.✉♡

in which chris is your drug dealer and he's been acting a lot like a boyfriend recently, he finishes some deals and messages you.

distracted.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend and he's been bad in hockey recently, all his team mates blame you, including the one who constantly hits on you and chris loses it.

morning.♡

in which chris is your childhood bestfriend who moved due to blowing up online and he still texts you good morning when he knows its morning time for you.

sticky fingers.♡✰✉

in which you and chris are very young parents but chris has a habit of stealing stuff for you, you decide to trust him today while doing errands.

nail tech.♡✰

in which chris is your ex but you're still his and his brothers nail tech. today its just chris getting his nails done.

dumbass.♡

in which you are the smart girl and chris is your slightly slower boyfriend who you've been with since freshman year.

hate game?✰

in which you and chris are dating but recently he's been toxic and secretive, aswell as the hate you both receive its hard but you feel like you're the only one trying.

hooters.♡

in which you're a hooters worker and chris has been coming in a lot more recently with his brothers.

food tech.♡✰

in which you're a uk food tech student and you've been paired with the fuckboy, chris to do your 'experiment'

glass child.♡✰

in which chris is your brothers best friend and he's the only one whos noticed how alone and shut off you've become recently.

speak up.♡✰

in which chris is a frat boy who's had most girls in his bed but when he finally sees you, the quiet girl he makes it his lifes mission to get you too.

gentle.♡✰

in which chris is your foster dad who realised the best way to stay close to you is to take the gentle parenting approach.

it's fine.✰

in which you and chris got forced into a arranged marriage at a young age and now your arguing everyday since you moved in together.

you're here?♡✰

in which you're a popstar and you're nervous to perfrom for the first time, your ex chris turns up trying to get you back after cheating, increasing your nerves.

neighbour.✰

in which chris the cocky, hockey captain is your neighbour who you absolutely hate because of how loud his parties are.

perfect.♡✰

in which chris is the captain of the hockey team and for the end of year game his team has to learn to be bases for the cheerleaders and you get paired with him.

nightmare.♡

in which chris has came home from a business trip and you forgot to tell him about your recent nightmares.

mad hatter.✰✉

in which you and chris are friends with benefits but you're staring to realise he only wants you when you're high, making you a whole lot more toxic.

late.♡✰

in which you're the new girl and you're basically mute from how quiet you are, you're late already and you get sat next to chris.

why'd you lie.✰

in which you and chris broke up and chris decided to lie to everyone, of course everyone believed him but you still have no clue what he said exactly.

you're always there.♡✰

in which you're chris' ex and his mum loves you so much so when you take his stuff back she invites you in.

she's mine.♡✰

in which chris is your protective boyfriend and today hes late to school, you being alone gives chris' enemy other ideas.

what?♡✰

in which chris is secretly dealing and you think he's cheating so you wait to find out whats really going on.

young and dumb.♡✰

in which you're about to give birth very young and you want to see how chris is handling himself.

she'll be back.♡✰

in which you are chris' main hookup and you cut him off because you feel used but he's positive that you'll return.

her?♡✰

in which chris is the popular player and you're the quiet girl, chris never knew you even existed but what happens when he finally sees you?

messed up.♡✰✉

in which your dealer roomate chris comes back late at night and you can tell he is in pain, not that he'll ever admit it.

dinner.♡✰

in which yours and chris' parents are big business owners and they are determined to get you two together.

its done.✰

in which you and chris are the popular couple who recently broke up due to being toxic and you need to speak to him but he's with his friends.

roomate.✰

in which you find out you have to share a college dorm with your highschool enemy for the rest of college.

reunion♡✰

in which you're chris' ex but his family still means a lot to you, you and your mum came to their bbq where you'll have to face chris after the breakup.

singer.♡

in which chris is your boyfriend who loves that you do music and loves watching you sing your new songs.

mean.♡✰

in which you and chris are in the same friend group but chris makes it his lifes mission to make you feel miserable to hide his true feelings.

the baby project.♡✰

in which chris is your biggest enemy and you get paired together to be parents to a doll for your class.

stepbrother.♡✰

in which chris is your stepbrother who you live with but you rarely talk any of them since you're not very well liked.

he's a sweetheart.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer who is very blunt but also tries to hide his huge soft spot for you even with no label.

hey ma.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer whos been dropping your rpices like crazy and you need some weed late at night.

hey ma v2.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer whos been dropping your prices lately, u havent heard from him in a while until he gets off a big deal.

therapist.♡✰

in which chris is your therapist and he started the job thinking it would be just about drama and gossip at school but your sessions make him realise otherwise.

collab.♡

in which you, chris and his brothers are filming a collab video for youtube and chris realises he the only one who hasn't got your number

roll it.♡✰✉

in which chris is your roomate and also a dealer who you can only just tolerate and you shock him by asking him to roll one even when you're so against smoking.

enemies to lovers.✰

in which chris is your enemy but you have to go to his house because of your families friendship.

holiday crush.♡

in which you're on a trip to see your best friend and a boy called chris catches your eye while you're on the beach.

did u?♡✰✉

in which chris is your legal gaurdian and you're suddenly interrupted while having dinner by the police.

prom?♡✰

in which chris your best friend and everyone says he like you but you just brush it off, you both have very different opinions about the upcoming prom.

how do you feel?♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend who has made it clear he is not quite ready for kids but you just found out you were pregnant and you have to tell him.

bfb.♡✰✉

in which chris is your best friends brother and also a dealer, you've stayed over due to some home issues and you try to find your friend in the morning.

child.✰

in which you and chris have a kid together but you broke up so you rarely see him until you both get called into the school office because of a fight.

bsf's gf.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriends best friend who's always there and you dont know he's secretly liked you for ages and he hates the way his best friend is treating you.

i hate it here.♡✰

in which chris has been your boyfriend for a while but you have only just let him come over which means your controlling mum will meet him.

smartass.♡✰

in which chris your boyfriend and you're super smart but hes on the slower side and you're finally back in school after having a while off.

debate.✰

in which your in debate class which happens to be full of boys and today were having the discussion of the 'man or bear?' debate.

not a big drinker.♡✰✉

in which you moved in with chris and he's obviously not your biggest fan because he loves being drunk but hes not allowed since you arrived.

separated.✰✉

in which chris is a mean player and you have to live with his family so you attempt to be friends with them.

stress.♡✰

in which chris is your calm boyfriend but you stress about everything but hes determined to help you be calmer.

am i even there?♡✰

in which chris is popular for being a huge player and you're the quiet girl, everyone loves chris and for some reason nobody likes you so you keep getting shipped.

he's so nice.♡

in which chris is the player who isn't cruel and stays friends with all the girls he lets down slowly and seems to be the only one raised half right in his friend group.

can we just talk?♡✰✉

in which chris isn't bothered to help you when you've begged him for help for a long time and its becoming draining.

back up.♡✰

in which you recently became a popular influencer and your boyfriend chris has become clingy even at the mall.

different.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend but you're polar opposites since he's more on the wealthy side but you're definitely not.

support.♡✰

in which chris is a behavior teacher and since your old one left on maternity leave he's replaced her and you're now meeting him.

what are you doing?!✰

in which you live with chris' family and he hates it because he thinks you're so innocent but you prove him wrong by accident.

i hope this is easier to choose bots. theres also a lot more since its updated, my break is kinda still on but i really wanna post this :) i hope ur all happy and healthy, take care of yourself <3

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