#consider this my deep dark twisted obsession

[fatherfuneral]

i forgot i had work in like half an hour and have been sitting here scrolling thru fanart for nearly 45 minutes

[scekrex]

Adam Masterlist

Consider chasing dick instead of pussy {SFW}

Fuck him, flip him, bend him backwards, baby, put your back into it {NSFW}

Bitches want me 'cuz they know that I can rock {NSFW}

Heavenly {NSFW}

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase {SFW}

Heaven's gates won't open up for us again {SFW}

What it takes to be a man {SFW}

Going viral {SFW, crack fic}

Hidden in the sheets {SFW}

Lost and Found {SFW}

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me {NSFW}

Night Terrors {SFW}

I'm liking it better with you {SFW, crack fic}

Drunk 'n' Nasty {SFW, crack fic}

Constant Headache {SFW}

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde {SFW}

Do you even {SFW, crack fic}

For you I'd bleed myself dry {SFW}

Pretty baby with the sun in his eyes {SFW}

Figure you out {SFW}

Cuffed Up {SFW}

Got Me Obsessed {NSFW}

Forbidden fruits cause damage {SFW}

Born to Lose {SFW}

Chaotically Chaotic {SFW}

Let me live/Let me die {SFW}

Lonely Eyes {SFW}

Flying and Falling are pretty close to each other {SFW, crack fic}

I'll shelter and adore you more than anything {SFW}

Stick It To The (Wo)Man {SFW}

With broken wings we're fallin' {SFW}

The Plan (Fuck Parents) {SFW}

Pretty Boy Swag {SFW}

Goodbyes that feel like you're still in my city {SFW}

In Desire We Trust {NSFW}

People Pleasing doesn't rock {SFW}

And I dream to be your fantasy {SFW}

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire {SFW}

Love me like you mean it, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine {NSFW}

Let the sun set on your life and I'll make, oh I'll make you mine {SFW}

When you meet my eyes, we both know that you're mine {SFW}

But I still want more, don't know what I'm after {NSFW}

I hate everyone, it's so easy, I wouldn't do it if I didn't really care {NSFW}

It's 'cause of these things {SFW}

He can fix it {SFW}

If God's watching then we're both sinners {SFW}

Love at first sight, I still believe {SFW}

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone {SFW}

I bring the ribs, I bring the drama {SFW}

Everything I love, I guess it makes me damned {NSFW}

Smother me with loving hands {SFW}

We're eating good tonight, darlin' {NSFW}

Reach out and touch faith {NSFW}

Birthday boy {SFW}

All the violence makes a statement {SFW}

If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood {SFW}

This hurts me like Heaven {NSFW}

Is this the life, the one from your dreams? {NSFW}

I got myself a fuckin' life dressed up in evening wear {SFW}

Little soldier {SFW}

About bragging and loving {SFW}

The deeper you go, the better you feel {NSFW}

Never wanted to dance with nobody, but you {SFW}

I'm a jester and I'm yours, call me your fool {SFW}

Burning, I feel it too {SFW}

There's a darkness at the heart of my love, that runs cold, runs deep {SFW}

I promise you that I'll be good to you if you promise that you'll try to love me too {SFW}

Make me cum {NSFW}

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice {SFW}

Spin round quick rock yo body {NSFW}

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out {SFW}

Suck it up, big boy {NSFW}

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be {SFW}

Take me down, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

I'm not likely to kick a head in, but I'll curb stomp a bitch if she objects at our wedding {SFW}

Kill anyone for you {SFW}

Out for Blood {SFW}

Lover come hold me {SFW}

I'll meet you in hell {SFW}

I don't want you to hate me, no, I want you to wanna hate me {SFW}

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning {SFW}

Let's make a mess and cross the line, you and me a masterpiece {NSFW}

Call me daddy {SFW}

I love it - you son of a bitch {SFW}

The king's demand of golden birds {SFW}

Rocking your world {NSFW}

I'm gonna fuck you up without further ado {SFW}

Can't take back all the things we said {SFW}

Slow Dance with You {SFW}

Gold is a divine color, luckily you're the most divine person to exist {SFW}

You're always so lovely {SFW}

All I want is all you've got {SFW}

'Cause a sinner needs a saint to tell him what's at the end {SFW}

Drunken Truths {SFW}

A bloody nose and two bleeding hearts {SFW}

'Cause no one saw me the way you did and no one's seen me that way since {SFW}

And I know the weight of the world can't crush my chest {SFW}

I could treat you so much better I've known you forever figured you out {SFW}

Masterlist 2

[writing-with-sophia]

I don't know if you have ever done this type of genre before, so feel free to ignore this ask, but... Do you have any good tips or advice for writing horror stories? Like psychological and creepy stuff.

Love your blogs btw!! <3

Tips for writing horror stories

Awww, I love you guys too! Unfortunately, horror is not my strength, and I have never written a horror story before. I tried my best to write this, so if there is anything wrong, please tell me!

Tap into primal fears: Identify and explore universal fears that resonate with readers on a deep, primal level. Fear of the dark, fear of the unknown, fear of isolation, and fear of loss are all potent sources of horror.

Create suspense and tension: Build suspense by gradually escalating the stakes and creating a sense of impending doom. Use pacing, foreshadowing, and cliffhangers to keep readers engaged and on edge. You can also use short, consecutive sentences to create a sense of urgency and suspense.

Establish a chilling atmosphere: Set the tone and mood of your story through atmospheric descriptions. Utilize sensory details to immerse readers in a dark, foreboding, or eerie environment. Utilize the power of the unknown to create fear and anticipation. Sometimes what is unseen or left to the imagination can be more terrifying than explicit descriptions. Let the readers' minds fill in the gaps and create their own horrors.

Develop complex characters: Create well-rounded characters with their own fears, vulnerabilities, and flaws. Make readers care about them, and then subject them to terrifying or psychologically unsettling experiences.

Use psychological horror: Delve into the depths of the human psyche to evoke fear and unease. Explore themes such as paranoia, obsession, madness, or fractured perceptions of reality. Subtle, psychological twists can be just as impactful as overt scares.

Cultivate a sense of the uncanny: Take ordinary, everyday situations or objects and twist them into something sinister. This can create a stark contrast between the familiar and the horrifying, intensifying the impact on readers. Play with distorted reflections, doppelgangers, or seemingly ordinary objects that hold a sinister presence.

Leave room for interpretation: Allow readers to fill in the gaps and imagine the worst. Suggest horrors rather than explicitly showing them, leaving room for the reader's imagination to amplify the fear.

Build anticipation and reveal strategically: Tease and withhold information to keep readers engaged. Gradually reveal unsettling details or unveil the true nature of the horror at opportune moments for maximum impact. You can subvert their expectations and challenge their assumptions to keep them engaged and off-balance.

Explore taboo subjects: Fear can be evoked by exploring taboo or uncomfortable subjects that challenge societal norms. Use these themes tactfully and with sensitivity to create a disturbing effect.

Experiment with narrative techniques: Consider using different narrative perspectives to provide varying viewpoints and insights into the horror. First-person narratives can intensify the reader's connection with the protagonist, while third-person perspectives can offer a broader view of the unfolding terror. Use non-linear storytelling, unreliable narrators, or fragmented perspectives to create a sense of disorientation and psychological unease.

Study the genre: Read widely in the horror genre to understand different approaches and techniques. Analyze what works in other stories and adapt those techniques to your own writing style.

Edit with a critical eye: After completing your first draft, take the time to review and revise your work. Look for areas where you can heighten the horror, strengthen character development, or refine the atmosphere. Trim unnecessary details and ensure that each scene contributes to the overall sense of fear and unease.

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[atriza]

The Broken Mask pt. 6 Yandere Five Hargreeves x Reader

Part 5

Summary: Y/N navigates the increasingly dangerous and manipulative relationship with Five. After enduring physical restraint, they appear to submit to his control, feigning obedience to avoid further harm. Five’s obsession deepens as he believes he has broken the protagonist’s will, transitioning from cruelty to a twisted form of tenderness. He allows them more freedom, trusting that they have accepted their place under his control. However, the protagonist remains determined to escape, carefully hiding their true thoughts and emotions behind a perfect mask of submission. As Five becomes more possessive, offering "rewards" for their obedience, the protagonist plays along, knowing that their chance for freedom is coming. They continue to play the dangerous game of survival, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Word Count:1,116 words

**Content Warning:**

This story contains dark and potentially distressing themes, including obsessive behavior, violence, manipulation, and psychological distress. It portrays a relationship that is unhealthy and toxic, where one character exhibits controlling and possessive tendencies that lead to extreme actions.

If you are sensitive to these themes or find them triggering, please consider skipping this story.

Have Fun Reading!

The cold bite of the metal cuffs still haunted your wrists, though they had been released hours ago. Your skin was raw and tender, a constant reminder of Five’s control, his obsession. The silence between you was thick and suffocating as he loomed over you,  watching with calculating eyes. His gaze lingered in your wrists, then traveled up to meet yours, dark and unreadable.

"See?" He murmured, his voice soft but laced with quiet menace.  "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You forced yourself to remain still, not flinching as he reached for your wrists  again, rubbing his thumbs over the red, bruised skin. His touch once rough and demanding,  now held a gentleness that felt wrong. The lines between his lobe and his cruelty blurred,  twisted into something incomprehensible.

"No," you whispered, lowering your head, keeping your voice submissive. " It wasn’t."

Five tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.  His eyes searched your face, looking for any trace of defiance.  Bur yiu had become an expert at hiding it. Every ounce of resistance was buried deep, hidden behind a mask of obedience.  You had to play this carefully.

"You’ve learned, haven't you?" He asked, his voice deceptively soft. "You understand your place now."

You nodded slowly; allowing your lips to

quirk into a small, broken smile.

'I do. I'm sorry for defying you."

His lips curved into a satisfied smile,

and his grip on your chin softened.

"Good. Because I don't want to hurt

you, Y/N. But

will, if you force me to"

"I won't"  you promised, your heart

pounding in your chest. "I've learned my

lesson"

Five's fingers loosened around your

wrist, and he finally let go, stepping

back to admire his work. The cuffs lay

discarded on the floor, but the invisible

chains that bound you to him were

stronger than ever. He believed he had

broken you, that you had surrendered to

his control

And that belief was your

greatest weapon.

He let out a soft sigh, brushing his hand

through his disheveled hair. "You’ve

been good today," he murmured, almost

to himself. His eyes drifted to the table,

where an untouched meal sat cold.

"You didn't eat earlier. You should eat."

You glanced at the food and nodded

slowly. "I wasn’t hungry, but I’Il eat now."

He watched as you made your way to

the table, his sharp gaze following your

every movement. You sat down

carefully, your hands trembling slightly

as you picked up the fork. Every bite

felt like swallowing sand, but you

forced yourself to chew, to play the role

you had crafted.

Five walked behind you, his hands

resting on your shoulders. The weight

of his presence pressed down on you,

suffocating and inescapable. He bent

down, his lips brushing against your ear

as he whispered "Im proud of you, Y/N."

The words sent a chill down your spine,

and you suppressed the urge to

shudder under his touch. "Thank you,"

you whispered, pushing another forkful

of food into your mouth.

He lingered for a moment longer before

straightening up, stepping away from

you. You heard the soft creak of the

floorboards as he moved across the

room, giving you space but never truly

leaving. His eyes were still on you,

watching every breath, every

movement, making sure that his control

over you was complete.

You took a deep breath, fighting the

urge to scream, to push the plate away

and run. But you knew that escape

wasn’t an option-not yet. Not until he

was completely convinced that you

were broken.

The next few days were crucial.

As you continued to eat in silence, Five

leaned against the wall, his arms

crossed over his chest. "You’re doing

well, but I think you still need more

time. We need to rebuild trust."

You nodded quickly, swallowing the

lump in your throat. "I understand."

He gave you a small, approving smile.

"Good. I'm glad we’re on the same

page."

Days passed, each one blending into

the next. You played your part

flawlessiy-obedient, quiet, never

pushing back. You let him hold you,

touch you, kiss you. His

possessiveness grew, and with it, a

twisted sense of tenderness. He

believed you had surrendered completely, that you were his and his alone.

Every night, he held you close, whispering dark promises in your ear as you lay beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. And every night, you lay still, your heart racing with fear and determination.

"Y/N," he whispered one night, his voice soft in the darkness. "I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way | love you."

You swallowed hard, your voice small as you replied, "I love you too, Five."

He pulled you closer, his breath warm against your neck. "Do you really mean that?” His tone was almost vulnerable, a rare crack in his otherwise unyielding control.

"Of course,’ you whispered, forcing your voice to remain steady. "I’m yours. No one else matters.”

His grip tightened slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might doubt you. But then, he sighed contentedly and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Good girl."

The words made your skin crawl, but you kept your breathing even, your body relaxed against him. You were playing a dangerous game, but it was working. Slowly but surely, Five was beginning to trust you again.

Weeks passed, and your routine became almost normal. Five no longer locked you in the room. You had earned small freedoms—allowed to roam the house under his watchful eye, to sit in the garden with him, to talk to him without fear of punishment. But you were always aware of the invisible cage around you, the constant reminder that one wrong move would bring it all crashing down.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, Five's hand resting possessively on your thigh, he turned to you with a thoughtful look.

"You've been good, Y/N," he said softly, his eyes flicking over your face. "I think you've finally accepted your place.’

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I have."

His fingers tightened on your thigh, a dark gleam in his eyes. "You're mine. Forever."

"Forever,’ you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Five’s smile was slow, predatory, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I think it’s time for your reward."

You felt a chill run down your spine as his words hung in the air, thick with dangerous intent. "My reward?"

He nodded, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "You've been so good for me. | think you deserve something special."

He nodded, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "You've been so good for me. | think you deserve something special."

Your heart raced as his hand trailed over your skin, his touch possessive and unrelenting. You knew what was coming, and you steeled yourself for it. This was part of the plan. You had to keep him convinced. You had to let him believe that you were his completely. "Let me show you how much | appreciate your obedience,’ he murmured, his lips ghosting over your neck as he pressed you down onto the couch.

You swallowed hard, your body tense beneath him as he hovered over you, his eyes dark with possessive hunger. This was the moment you had prepared for, the moment where you had to give in—at least for now.

And so, you did. You let him claim you, let him take what he wanted, his touch rough and demanding as he reminded you, again and again, that you were his.

But even as your body obeyed, your mind remained focused, cold, calculating.

Because while Five believed he had broken you, you knew the truth.

The mask you wore was flawless, and soon, very soon, you would be free.

You just had to wait for the right moment.

[planetwaynez]

OBSESSION

Dark!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Notes: I wrote this as a writing exercise and this is the fic of the pool I did a few weeks ago! I am really happy to be putting this out there, honestily I don't know if its truly good but I got to explore a side of my brain I don't visit too often sooo it was fun.

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, non consensual recording, crude words, dumbfication, gaslighting, and this is heavily inspired by OBSESSION By EXO! If there is anything I didn't put in here pls dm about and I will add!

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: Jason is obsessed. And he won't ever let you go.

Jason wasn't very fond of not being in control. He always knew that he thrives when the control of things is in his hands, however his little dove seems to forget that every time. 

He watches his little dove apply lipstick, her friends gossiping while getting ready and some pop song on the speaker. His little dove knows the rules, but apparently she's taking advantage of him not being home to discipline her for her bad behavior. 

She's giggling about some joke that one of her friends told and Jason fists his hand. He shouldn't be jealous but he can't stop thinking about his little dove at some frat party tonight and him not being around. 

He zooms in on the image and takes a good look at his pretty girl, Jason takes a deep breath and thank God that his girl has a pretty face, not a smart brain to figure it out the cameras he put in her apartment months before he even asked her out. Rationality he knows that he should've taken the cameras out once they started dating but he didn't feel like it, Jason enjoys watching his girl when he's away on some mission and she doesn't know, which can't hurt her. Only make her safer, because like this he's always around. 

She's wearing a black little dress and heavy make up with red lipstick, her hair styled to perfection and wearing high heels and for a moment Jason considered going back home in one of his dad's private jets, but his sense of responsibility didn't allow him. Nevertheless that doesn't mean he can't find a way to keep his girl at home, under his eyes for one more night before he finishes his part of the job and goes home to her.

Jason clicks his tongue, creating a devilish plan to keep her home. Fast and easy.

He grabs his phone and dials his little doves number, he watches as she grabs her phone and leaves the bedroom to take his call at the bathroom, she smiles at the screen before picking up. Something very important about Jason's and his pretty doves relationship is that she doesn't know a lot about him or how they crossed paths. But she doesn't need to know any of that, the only thing in his little dove's head all the time should be him and nothing else. 

"Hey, baby!" She greets happily and for a second Jason feels bad about what he's going to do, but he can't stop himself. He needs control, he craves it. All the time, especially with her. 

"Hey, sweetheart" she beams and Jason wants to grab her and never let go. "How you doing?"

"Great! Going out with the girls tonight!" Jason suppressed a growl, not wanting to show the bad parts of himself to his girl. Not yet at least. 

"Really? I thought you had a big paper to deliver tomorrow" he's not lying, per se. He knows the paper is only due in two days but he will make her believe that's not the case.

"No, silly! It's only in two days" she's twisting a piece of her hair in her index finger, clearly flirting with him even when he's not in the same space as her. He loves that.

"Little dove, I believe that it's tomorrow… but if you want to go out tonight anyway you can go, it's your grades we are talking about" he can see the tension in her shoulders as he speaks, her demeanor changing drastically from one moment to another. 

"But Jace… I truly think that only due in two days, it's in my calendar" now his little dove is uncomfortable but he can make her feel better once he's back home. Right now she needs to understand that her place tonight and every night when Jason is not home is on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls.

"Princess" He uses that condensed tone Bruce always used with him when wanting to convince Jason of something. He hates it, but it is efficient. "Remember that time you wrote down the date wrong for that big project of yours? You doing it again" 

Her shoulders drop and she sighs and he knows that she's wrapped around his finger forever. She's staying home. 

"My God, you are right" she nods, as if he could see it. Well, he can but she doesn't need that information. "I am staying home but I feel bad for ditching the girls though."

Y/N plays with one of the decorative objects of her bathroom, thinking about how she's telling her friends she's staying and not going to the commemorative party of the basketball team tonight. 

"I bet they will understand, baby" Jason hopes they don't. Those girls want to take his precious jewelry from his hands and he won't allow it. 

"Yeah, you are right. As usual" she giggles and he feels his chest warm up at the sound. He misses her.

"I have to go, baby, they are calling me to finish a few papers" he lies through his teeth, Jason just wants to get rid of the bunch of girls before his little dove changes her mind. "Text you later, ok?"

"Ok, love, till later." And she hangs up, looking miserable. Jason knows how much she wanted to go to this party, and that's exactly why he can't allow it. What if she finds someone else? What if she gets in danger? What if she leaves him? He would have to take drastic decisions if any of those scenarios happened. So it's better if she's home safe.

Jason watches as she tells her friends she won't go and watches as her friends get disappointed with her but they obviously won't comment about it. Happily he watches them go away and his girl getting ready to bed, taking the provocative dress off and the heavy make up and put on cute pajamas and sit down on her desk to finish her project on her computer. 

He smiles, feeling way more light now. Jason decided to reward his little dove for her good behavior. 

The man takes a long shower and lets his mind wander to his sweet girl under him, moaning his name and clenching around his cock. He groans and finishes his shower, stopping in front of the mirror with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet, Jason takes a picture and sends it to his girl.

He goes back to his laptop, watching Y/N's reaction to his text, her breathing gets faster and she bites her lips, smiling a little. 

See, he thinks, so much better like this isn't, honey? 

His phone bips and he opens her text. 

Little Dove: all this for me? 

Jason: it's always for you 

Jason: can't wait to get home to you

Y/N smiles, wide enough to make her eyes close a little bit with the action. She snaps a picture of her, sitting at her desk and sends it to Jason, who is already smiling and looking at her pretty face mesmerized. 

Little Dove: miss u a lot

Jason: tomorrow morning I will be home with you

And just like that Jason goes to bed with the goal to finish his job early and get to his girl.

……..

The sun is slipping through the curtains and Y/N wakes up with a frown. She doesn't like when the sun wakes her up before the alarm but when she feels a heavy arm around her waist her mind goes from fuzzy to alert in a second. She takes a few moments to register the smell of oak and cigarettes, but when she does she relaxes and turns around, looking at Jason's sleepy face.

"Baby!" She calls and Jason opens his eyes. He is really good at pretending, he realizes, because she doesn't even realize that he's been awake all this time, just watching her. 

Since he got home, he's been just admiring his girl and thinking about the unspeakable things he's going to do to her once she wakes up. Now she's awake and, technically, he is too. 

"When did you get here?" Always curious, always wanting to know more than she should, however, Jason always has a good, well curated story to tell her that it's not the truth.

"I got here around five in the morning" she smiles, hugging him and inhaling his scent, almost purring at the feeling. 

That's the truth she needs but the reality is that last night Jason finished his part of the job and landed in Gotham at midnight, but she was still awake finishing her project, so he waited and kept an eye on her through the window, from across the street, sitting on the rooftop of the other building. When she slept, at two in the morning he got out of the rooftop and slipped into her bed.

"Missed you so much" Jason says, holding her neck and taking her face away from his chest, to properly look at her. 

"Me too, Jace" her eyes are shining and he just has to kiss her, to touch her to feel complete, to feel in control again.

So that's what he does. Jason grabs his little dove's neck, squeezing the sides maybe a little too roughly, but he doesn't pay attention to her little whine, only focusing on her lips. When he crashes his lips onto hers, he growls low in his throat, relishing in the feeling of his girl on him.

Their lips move in synchrony with each other, their tongues touching desperately, full of passion and that feeling that none of them can quite describe with words.

Jason's free hand roams over her body, stopping at her ass and squeezing it hard enough to make her moan against his lips. That fuels the fire inside him, that fire that only his sweet, oblivious little dove can satiete with her skin, her lips and her pretty moans. He pins her to the bed, rolling his hips against hers, making both of them whimper and take deep breaths, separating their lips for a moment.

Y/N takes that moment to look into her boyfriend's eyes, the teal is consumed by the black of its pupils and she can see it. The affection, the desire, the possessiveness. And she loves it all, she wants more of it. 

Jason smirks, knowing that she's seeing in his eyes is exactly what he wants her to see. Gently he squeezes her neck again, bringing her back to the front of her mind, back to him.

His other hand goes from her ass cheek to her waist, inside her shirt and feeling warm skin against his, little dove closes her eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of Jason's calloused hands on her soft belly, climbing to her breast, to touch it gently, just to the next moment be grabbed and the nipple twisted. Y/N moans, loudly and sweetly. 

Jason bites his lips, hiding a smile, one that would scare her off. One of his big, psychotic smiles, the one that makes his mask of a good and caring boyfriend be exactly what it is, a mask. The real Jason is fucked in the head, he's controlling and possessive, a little psychotic too. But, he thinks, she doesn't need to know that.

"Yes… just like that, Jace" she says, preening as Jason's lips kisses her jaw and her neck. He takes her shirt off and kisses softly her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, one by one, taking care of the sensitive skin with care and attention. 

Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of his mouth on her skin and nipples, every flick of his wrist in one of her nipples has a reaction from her. A moan, a whimper, a sigh. 

He loves all of them and he could spend all day worshiping her breasts, however, Jason is thinking about one thing. 

Getting his mouth on his little dove's sweet pussy. 

The men descends his ministrations over her body, his hands grabbing, squeezing and caressing what he can, when he finally gets at her shorts, he takes it off alongside her panties, smiling at the sight in front of him. 

Her pretty pussy glistened to him and him only. He takes her tights on his hands and puts over his shoulders, looking up at her, that is already looking at him in anticipation. 

"What is it, baby?" Jason taunts, knowing that will make her weaker for him. "Need something?"

She whines, fisting the sheets and throwing her head back in frustration. 

"Yes" she says and Jason arches an eyebrow, smirking.  

"And what is that?" He asks again, but before she could answer him, Jason licks her pussy, from hole to clit, making Y/N moan. "It 's my tongue?" He teases, smiling wide, in that psychotic way since she's not looking at him, but at the selling. "Or my fingers?" Two tick fingers thrust inside her warm pussy, getting Jason the best reward. 

Her moaning his name, loudly. 

"Yes! I need both!" Jason doesn't answer her with words, just dives in her pussy, licking, sucking and fucking her with his finger until she's arching her back and crying, just a little bit. Just enough to feed his ego.

Y/N smiles feeling full and delighted with the attention her boyfriend is giving her. He is always so thoughtful,  she thinks, he would never harm me. 

But that's not the reality, Jason would never harm her, per se, but he would find ways to always be her priority and never let others take space in her life. 

Jason can feel his cock against the fabric of his boxers, hyper aware of it. He holds himself back to not start dry humping the bed, the only place he's coming  is inside his little dove. 

Her little cries and moans are getting louder with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, her walls clenching around his fingers and making his head dizzy. Knowing that he had such power and control over her made him feel important, cared and loved. Jason didn’t need anything else when he had his little dove naked and pliant for him at any time he felt like having her.

“Jace!” His name was like a chant in her tongue when she came all over his face and fingers, making Jason moan in delight. He loved when she was messy and needy, and tonight she was just like how he liked. 

Softly, Jason kisses her thighs, going up to her tummy and her breasts, soaking himself in her scent and in her soft skin against his scarred and calloused one. He kissed and nipped at her neck, tangling one of his hands in her hair, making her close her eyes and whimper softly at his touches. 

“Is my baby dumb already?” he asked, watching her face carefully because even though he loved to break her and bring the pieces back together he needed to know when he was too close to make her break for good. And he didn’t want that, he wanted her pliant and soft, not broken and traumatized. That’s why he lied so much, for her own good.

She sniffs, her eyes glossy and her lips red and puffy from kissing him and biting it when he was eating her out. “Baby I need you to answer me or I can’t give you my cock” he pouts, fake sympathy in his voice making her whine and cry a little, squirming in his hold.

“No! I am not dumb” her eyes aren’t quite focusing and she is flooded with emotions that only Jason can’t subside. “I need you cock, Jace!” she says, lips wobbling and legs spreading wide for him, her pussy clenching around nothing and leaking her juices.

Jason smiles, his eyes shining with something dark, uncontrolled and quite feral. Even if his little dove denied, Y/N was already cock drunk - and he didn’t even get inside her, yet. 

“I will give you what you want” he caresses her hair, thinking about permanently kipping her inside this apartment, never letting her go again. But he loves her way too much to scare her. “everything my baby wants, my baby gets”

Slowly, Jason traced his cock along her pussy, making her moan and squirm. He loves the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy, the way it makes her get a little dumbier each time. Just to tease her, and himself a little, Jason pushes the thick head of his cock inside her greedy pussy, watching with a cruel happiness the way she moans loud and tries to hook her legs around his waist, to bring him closer, deeper.

He pushes away from her delicately, listening to her whimpers and whines, making his cock throb and ache for her. 

“Ask nicely” he demands, his face contorted into an evil smirk she can’t see, her eyes closed in agony and her lips red from biting. Her hands are holding his biceps and her nails are digging into his skin, making the pain get mixed with pleasure. The head of his cock sits still inside her.

“Please, Jace! please, please, please!” Y/N doesn’t have one coherent thought inside her head, the only thing she can think about is her boyfriend cock and how much she needs it. 

“So pretty,” he says, stroking her clit in a tourtours slow pace, her pussy clenching and throbbing. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“To you, Jace! Only you!” a wolfish grin spreads through Jason's lips, making him look like some sort of devil looking at its new offering. 

“Good girl” he says, pushing everything inside Y/N at once, making her scream and hook her legs around him, a part of his weight resting on her. He smiles when she throws her arms around his shoulders, scratching his back with each hard and slow thrust of his hips against hers.

“Such a good girl… taking my cock so well” she mewls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Y/N swears she can feel her heart trying to get out of her chest and jump into Jason’s. 

His cock is delicious, every thrust, every grunt he makes, drives her even further into bliss, her thighs and pussy gripping him and not willing to let go. The sound of skins slapping against skin and his balls hitting her ass makes her even more out of breath, out of her mind. She can’t think straight, she doesn't want that and if she could she would spend the rest of her days with Jason’s cock deep inside her needy and greedy pussy, stretching her out so well that she bubbles a incoherent mess of words every time he is inside her. 

“Look at you,” he says, holding her face in one of his big calloused hands, making her stare at him and his lust filled eyes. “already close to cumming again, little dove?”

“yes' ' she whines, rolling her eyes and relising in the way his broad chest presses against her sensitive tits. 

“You can cum baby” Jason buries his face on her neck, loving the way she smells, driving him even more insane. “cum all over my cock”

His little dove didn't need to be told twice, she came all over his thick cock, loving the way she was feeling in the clouds in his arms. Jason growls, her pussy gripping him too tight, driving him to his orgasm and filling her up to the brim. 

They look each other in the eye, and she smiles softly, waking up his soft side along. He smiles back, resting his forehead against hers. 

They cuddle, smile and talk about everything and anything, she just doesn’t know that now everytime Jason left for a mission he would have their sext tape. And she also didn’t know that he sended a few of his men to disappear with her bad influence of friends. 

She doesn’t need them and eventually, she will understand because eventually she will only need him.

He smiles, that smile that he never lets her see. The one that is just a little psychotic and looks at her sleeping form. 

His.

Forever his.

Even if she tries not to be.

Jason will never let her go. 

[heartfullofleeches]

A healer takes care of their stalker in a completely sane and normal way.

Yandere Stalker + Healer Reader Drabble

Summary: As the title says.

Warning: Violence and Injury, spit mentions, and themes of masochism.

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They meet you at the batting cage - kust like your note said.

How their twisted heart flew seeing that little piece of paper tucked under your pillow. They always made an effort to act with caution, but it soon became apparent that you were fully aware of all activities taking place within your own home.

How could you not with all the love that they give? Words of endearment left on your bathroom wall. Fresh meals in your fridge. The best way into someone's heart is their stomach, and a greater way to know them better than anyone else is watching their every move. Considering you scheduled this encounter, you must be as enamored with them as they are obsessed with you.

That tiny heart at the end of your letter told them so.

You're alone in the field with they arrive. Muscles glimmering with sweat, eyes focus as you unleash heavy swing after swing into the unrelenting night. Your stalker came an hour early to arrange a surpise, but it seems you beat them to it. It didn't bring their spirits down by much. The rope could be used another time. You must still be in the middle of practice. They've never seen you on a team, but with your recent outings to this location you had to be searching. Your form has gotten well. Not to mention how intimating, yet graceful you look deep in focus. Everyone would look your way. Since you'll be married so, they wonder if they can get you to avoid seekingq depth this new found hobby.

Your arms fall to your sides as the door to the cage opens, hand relaxed around the metal handle. They make sure to shut the gate behind them.

"My love..."

"So... you're the person who's been stalking me?"

Your stalker tugs on the strings of their hoodie. Stalking is such a harsh word to use. How can one stalk the love of their life?

"I...Don't make such a harsh accusation, darling."

Your skin crawls. "Only reason you would be here now. Watching me sleep, harassing my neighbors...friends."

The devotion they've withheld bubbles over as they step towards you. "Everything I've ever done I do for you and our future, Dearest. I'm sorry for the way I've treated those we know, but they get too comfortable around you for my liking."

You let them talk, get closer - adding justification to what you are about to do. Your hand tightens around the bat's leather strap.

"Sweet angel, you're too perfect for your own good. I've tried before to stay away from you, but I struggle to breath if I am not by your side."

They draw closer. You can smell their clothes and the scent they wear. The same fragrance that has haunted your home and bed for months. Your other hand wraps around the bat, feet and shoulders squared.

"So yes, I have watch you, but I have never nor would ever caused you harm. I need you more than life itself. From your letter, you feel the same, no? Let's become one-"

They've crossed the line. Literally. Their fingers brush your elbow as their arms rise, feet planting on the mark you drew in the sand before they arrived. It's too late for them to realize yours were already clocked back and swinging forward as they dive for an embrace that would never could. There's the sharp whistle of metal flying through the air, followed by a hollow, wet thud - then silence.

"I had to buy a lock for my trashcan because of you."

Everything is dark. They can barely hear; muffled rants of your angelic voice grounding them in a gradually fading reality. The bat connected directly with their left temple, rattling their bludgeoned brain in their skull and leaving them concussed on the dirt floor. Their heart beats in tune with each gush of blood out of side of their head, hairline dyed a deep maroon.

"D-dar...."

Bleeding out, they still call to you. Still desperate for you - the person who's made an attempt on their life. Like most they feared the end, but if this was how it came they could see no exectioner they'd prefer. The memory of their battered body and crimson blood would forever been engraved in your memory. There was no honor creator than that. Scowling, you kick their hand off your shoe and drag themself onto their knees by their hair.

"I'm not going to kill you. Stay still."

Collecting a mass of fluid on your tongue, you spit in their face. The shot narrowly missing their eye and gets into the wound. They twitch, tongue drooping from their mouth from pain and the need to collect the excess drool mixed into the trickle of red down their cheek. A wave of relief overcomes them as your saliva mixes into their blood stream. The gash in their head closes in on itself and the brain numbing headache throbs to extinction. Its effect lingers and they stare up at you in puzzled awe.

What just happened?

"Don't say a word. You don't get to speak, or ask any questions. If you come near me again, I'll bash your brains in until there's nothing for me to fix."

You roughly drop them on the ground, gather your things, and leave. Your stalker stares up at the sky; love born anew and stronger than before. You let them live. You really are an angel. How ever would they leave you alone now?

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Norman Nordstrom x reader

A rose by any other name- part 2

Warnings: Violence, smut, age gap, abuse, abduction, minors DNI

1,916 words

You'd walked past his house many times since your last meeting, However the old man never seemed to be home.

'He probably thinks your some kind of creep.'

You thought to yourself as you rounded the corner to his house for the fifth time that week. Obsession like this isn't healthy and you knew it, your parents always wondered what you did on your little walks around the block, you could never tell them it was to satiate your fascination with a 70 year old man, they'd surely look at you like some kind of mental patient.

A strong arm around your waist ripped you out of your thoughts as another held what felt like cloth to your mouth. An acrid smell filled your nostrils as you struggled against the limbs that caged you to no avail.

"Shh sweetheart, don't fight it."

A voice you vaguely recognised growled into your ear as the world around you went dark and you collapsed into the stranger.

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You awoke, shivering cold, laying on what seemed to be a bed. As you slowly took in your surroundings you quickly noticed you wrist was tightly handcuffed to the bed-post. You struggled against it, wearily, knowing deep down there was no use in fighting. However, the noise seemed to alert your captor, as heavy footsteps rapidly approached the room in which you lay. Deep dread filled your body as your breath caught in your throat. You couldn't believe who stood before you-the white beard, the scar underneath his vacant eye. It was him. It was Norman.

"You're awake, good."

He spoke matter-of-factly, slowly approaching the bed to which you were bound.

"Now don't struggle, I understand this might be difficult for you to accept but just let me speak for a moment."

The irony of your silence didn't escape you as he sat beside you on the bed, feeling around for your leg before patting it warmly.

"I intend for you to be my wife and eventually, I hope you will bear me the that child I lost. I know this won't be too hard for you considering your feelings for me..."

You were gobsmacked. Was this some kind of sick proposal? However, another twisted part of you felt delighted at the lengths this man would go to to have you, something you weren't used to considering your average looks and demure personality.

"Are you being serious? You're going to lock me up here like some kind of dog, let me out you sick fuck!"

You spat at him, partially in anger but mostly powered by fear as you gripped onto your cuffed hand, yanking it with all the force in your body.

"Hmm."

He grumbled, gripping your leg more harshly making you yelp in pain, stopping your struggle with the cuffs to grab his hand in an attempt to stop the pressure.

"So you were just leading me on with all that bullshit then? You act like that around every man you meet like some kind of whore?"

He spoke bitterly

"Norman!"

You exclaimed between breaths,

"This is not exactly the way you go around asking a girl out you know."

You huffed, eventually managing to pry his hand off your thigh.

"But I can keep you safe in here, you really want to live out there where people steal, murder..."

He trailed off sadly, making the sympathy bubble in your gut. For fucks sake am I actually sympathising with the man that has me tied up in his house right now?

"Norman,"

you breathed again, leaning to rest a hand on his shoulder. You could see the pain in his eyes, the world had taken so much from one man, who would you be if you couldn't provide him with some form of comfort? He faced you, confusion set in his face,

"please let me go. I'll stay with you, I won't leave, but I have a life too, a job. It doesn't mean I'm going to disappear."

You spoke it softly, rubbing your thumb against his shoulder like you did that day.

"How can I believe you?"

Fear laced his words in a way you didn't expect was possible from a former Navy Seal.

"Believe me, believe my words. Keep a tracking device on me, stalk me, tattoo me as yours, I don't care. You can do what you want but don't keep me tied up like an animal Norman, how is that any way to treat someone you want as your wife?"

This seemed to shift something in him and he reached for his pocket, you stilled in fear wondering if you had gone too far, until you spied the shining metal of a key. He leaned over you, feeling around your wrist and hand until he could push the key into your cuffs, freeing your bruised limb, before he sat back defeatedly, gesturing to the door.

"Go on then, aren't you gonna run?"

You ignored his words and leaned up on your knees, reaching out for his shoulders to steady yourself. He raised his brows in shock but allowed you to continue your ministrations. Tentatively, you reached for his white beard, stroking it softly between your thumb and forefinger, eyes flicking down to his lips.

"I told you I'm not going to leave didn't I?"

You murmured before leaning towards him, capturing his lips against yours, feeling him tense against you. It was a chaste kiss and you held his face in your hands, stroking his cheek, feeling like this was the only place in the world you belonged. Finally you felt his hands around your waist, holding you strongly against his chest.

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it you stupid old man,"

you chastised before leaning in to kiss him again. This time his lips moved against yours, holding you tight like he might lose you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his beard tickling your cheeks. You couldn't help but moan as you felt his tongue work its way into your mouth, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted against him in attempt to relieve the discomfort. He grunted, stilling your hips and pulling away speaking lowly, his husky voice causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

"don't do that, or I wont hold back."

Your eyes practically rolled into your skull as you whimpered, burying your head into his shoulder, trying as hard as you could to move your hips against his vice like grip as your pussy clenched against nothing. Hoping to sway him, you pressed soft kisses to the junction between his neck and shoulder, moving up towards his ear, sucking occasionally which earned you a growl from him and a slap to your thigh. This only served to turn you on more, the heat of the moment causing you to lose all sense of what was rational.

"I don't want to hurt you Y/N,"

he murmured, one hand finding your hair and rubbing circles into your scalp.

"I know you won't, besides, I want this."

He groaned, leaning his head back in frustration whilst you contented yourself with running your hands down his broad chest, fingering at the exposed skin of his lower stomach.

"Isn't this the real reason you had me tied up in your bed?"

You asked, the sultry tone surprising even yourself.

He growled in return, breaths growing heavier whilst you continued to kiss up and down his neck and chest. Suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed harshly into the mattress, Norman's weight settling above you and pinning your arms over your head.

"Don't start something you can't finish little girl."

You were too stunned to reply, only able to allow him to roam your body with his free hand, trailing along your exposed thigh in the tight summer dress you wore.

"Is this what you wanted hmm?"

He asked lowly as his fingers finally pressed against your core, feeling your throbbing heat, barely covered by soaking panties.

"Shit, you always get like this?"

He asked incredulously, leading you to mutter a small no as you watched his face contort into a predatory smile. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, running his hand up and down your folds, eventually casting aside your underwear to tease you further. You gasped has he circled your clit with his thick fingers.

"tell me to stop."

You replied with silence, which seemed to be enough to crack his tough resolve. He pulled down your dress to expose your breasts, cupping them with his rough palms as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his other hand continuing it's assault on your weeping pussy. It was all too much and you gasped and moaned wantonly, tears forming in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

"This is all for me isn't it?"

He growled, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"yes!"

You cried out as you felt his other finger prodding at your entrance,

"it's all for you, only you."

You trembled as you felt his finger slide in easily, pumping in and out slowly as he added a second. Your moans grew louder and you bucked your hips to keep up with his rhythm. Slowly he began to kiss down your body, sucking on your tits before eventually landing at your pussy, open and ready for him. Without warning he dived in, grabbing your thighs for purchase as he slurped pornographically at your sex. You covered your face in embarrassment at the sight before you, it had you almost coming instantly. His mouth and fingers worked you like an instrument, not seeming to mind as you trapped his head with your thighs and grabbed at his soft hair, arching into him with each pump of his fingers. He had managed to work four into you at this point and satisfied himself with sucking on your sensitive bud.

"Please, please please,"

you chanted, writhing beneath the man you had fantasised about for years.

"Please what baby?"

He questioned as if there wasn't one obvious answer.

"Please let me come,"

you breathed, scratching at his scalp, toes curling.

"You can come whenever you're ready sweetheart,"

he hummed against your pussy, pumping you faster whilst his lips continued their magical torture.

"Ughh-hh-ahh."

You choked out, shaking as your high hit you like a train, barely aware of your pussy squirting all over Norman's face with every blissful contraction of your body.

"Hmm that's it baby, let it all out,"

he murmured, fingering you through your orgasm. Your mind was blank as you fell back into the bed like a rag doll. You felt the bed dip as Norman laid down beside you, pulling you into his body, fingers tracing the skin on your arms. Eventually your brain began to be capable of forming thoughts aside from your orgasmic bliss, allowing you to realise Norman hadn't had his own release.

"Let me help you,"

you lazily reached behind you to feel his hard cock straining his trousers.

"Shh go to sleep,"

he grunted, kissing your shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

You questioned, knowing you were too spent to be able to do anything but lay there as he took his pleasure.

"Yes, you can make it up to me another time, just go to sleep for now,"

he replied firmly, cradling your body in his arms as you allowed sleep to take over your body knowing you were utterly fucked in more ways than one.

[yumifakahara]

"A Dangerous Deduction"

Yandere Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

Y/N (gender neutral pronoun) is a gifted member of the Armed Detective Agency. Their skillset and deductive abilities have caught the eye of the esteemed detective Ranpo Edogawa. Ranpo sees great potential in Y/N and has developed deep feelings for them.

Ranpo Edogawa is a legendary detective and founding member of the Armed Detective Agency. Though diminutive in size, his deductive skills are unmatched. Behind his playful demeanor lies a dark side that emerges when provoked.

The Agency serves as the location for this fanfic.

Relationships:

Ranpo has become deeply infatuated with Y/N. Beneath his playful antics lies a possessive and somewhat obsessive love for them. Y/N respects Ranpo but does not return his romantic feelings.

Location:

The fanfic primarily takes place within the Armed Detective Agency.

Narration/Tags:

The fanfic will be narrated from Y/N's point of view on their interactions and growing unease around Ranpo. Tags include: Yandere, Forced Proximity, Unrequited Love

Y/N sighed as they rinsed the coffee mugs from that morning's case review. It had been a long few weeks of back-to-back assignments from the Agency. They were growing burnt out and contemplating putting in for some time off.

As if on cue, Ranpo appeared in the doorway. "Ne, y/n-chan," he drawled, stifling a yawn. "It seems my deductions have uncovered an unwanted possibility." Y/N turned to face him, surprised by the grim tone in his usually playful voice.

"What is it?" they asked, suddenly on edge. Ranpo's deductions were hardly ever wrong. He peered at them through his emerald eyes.

"It seems...you may be considering leaving the Agency for good. Abandoning poor Ranpo-chan," he pouted, voice lowering dangerously. Y/N's blood ran cold, stunned he had seen straight through to their private thoughts so easily. Before they could respond, Ranpo continued, closing the distance between them in a flash.

"That simply will not do, y/n-chan. You belong here, with me." His usually benign smile had twisted into a frightening grin. For the first time, Y/N sensed the darkness lurking beneath Ranpo's cheerful facade. They shuddered to think what lengths he may resort to in order to keep them by his side...

Y/N took a steadying breath, steeling their nerves against Ranpo's unsettling stare.

"While I respect your talents, Ranpo, my decision is final," they replied in as level a tone as they could muster. "I need a change of pace for my mental well-being."

Ranpo clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Is that so? Well, I'm afraid there is one little detail you seem to have overlooked." His slender fingers crept beneath Y/N's chin, tilting their head up to meet his icy gaze.

"You see, through my observations of you these past months, I've uncovered some rather...compromising secrets. Things you'd rather not have the rest of the Agency discover, yes?" Y/N froze at his words, panicked thoughts racing. How long had Ranpo been watching, deducing their innermost shames?

A slow, predatory smile spread across Ranpo's lips at their fearful realization. "Leave, and I'll be sure to share every sordid detail with Atsushi-kun and the others. Can you imagine the humiliation, the lost respect?"

Y/N trembled, trapped within Ranpo's cunning web. The detective leaned in to whisper in their ear. "But stay, and your secrets remain safely buried. With me." His breathing grew ragged, fingers digging into Y/N's skin. There would be no escaping Ranpo's twisted affection now.

Y/N shut their eyes tightly. "You win...I'll stay." Ranpo rewarded them with a delighted peal of laughter and a lingering caress along their jawline. Their dignity was lost, but at least the truth of their hidden past would stay locked away in Ranpo's twisted heart. For now.

The next day

Ranpo stepped into the Agency, only to freeze at the scene before him. There was his beloved y/n, having their hands held tightly within Dazai's grasp. The flirtatious man was loudly proposing a double suicide, much to y/n's obvious discomfort.

Kunikida, as reliable as ever, attempted to intervene with a well-placed smack from his newspaper. But even Kunikida's wrath could not tear Dazai's attention away from y/n. He shot them a playful wink, completely ignoring the admonishments.

Now usually Ranpo would be mildly amused by Dazai's antics. But seeing another man lay hands on what rightfully belonged to Ranpo sent a surge of possessive fury through him. He glided over silently, his diminutive stature belying the deadly intent in his eyes.

Coming to a halt beside the oblivious Dazai, Ranpo smiled serenely up at him. "Ne, Dazai-kun. I think it's time you unhand what's mine, yes?"

Dazai looked down in mild surprise, finally noticing Ranpo's arrival. But before he could muster a charming reply, Ranpo's features morphed into a ghoulish snarl. He seized Dazai's wrist in an iron grip, bending it back with inhuman strength.

"Y/n belongs to me. And if I ever see you touching them again..." Ranpo leaned in to whisper something that drained all mirth from Dazai's expression, replacing it with naked fear.

He tore his wrist free and scurried away without a word. Ranpo turned to y/n with a benign smile once more. "Now then, where were we my dear?" His claim had been forcefully staked - y/n was his alone.

Days passed with y/n's affection growing ever more distant, no matter Ranpo's efforts. He showered them with gifts - their favorite snacks, delicate trinkets, anything to capture their fleeting attention. But y/n remained evasive, rejecting even his embraces and chaste kisses.

It was not to be borne. Had y/n already forgotten who held their deepest secrets in the palm of his hand? Ranpo refused to be ignored any longer.

When he caught y/n alone one evening, Ranpo cornered them with a sly grin. "Ne, my dear, you've been avoiding poor Ranpo-chan. Have I done something to upset you?" he purred, already knowing the answer.

Y/n frowned, wary under his hooded gaze. "Please, I need space - "

"Space?" Ranpo interrupted with feigned surprise. "But we had an agreement, didn't we? You stay by my side, and I keep your secrets buried. Or have you changed your mind...?"

His implication hung thick in the air between them. Ranpo watched y/n's composure crumble as panic seized them. Their fate was irrevocably entwined with his now.

Seeing their surrender, Ranpo softened his tone. "Now, now, no need for that worrying face. Just a gentle reminder that you belong to me." He laid a finger under y/n's chin, tilting their head up to meet his tender smile.

"Won't you stay with me, my sweet? I get so lonely without you..." Ranpo pouted winsomely.

After a long moment, y/n nodded in mute resignation. They had no choice but to accept Ranpo's twisted love, for the sake of their secret's safety. His hold only tightened with each passing day.

[jadegretz]

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Miharu Hirano: Shadows of the Iron Fist by Jade Gretz

The frigid wind whipped across the desolate plains of the Mongolian steppe, carrying with it the mournful howl of unseen wolves. Miharu Hirano, clad in her tattered school uniform, stood amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling nomad encampment. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, a sickening cocktail of burnt flesh and despair.

Grief, a cold serpent, coiled around her heart. Her team, the Tekken Force unit she considered family, lay dead, their bodies contorted in a grotesque tableau of pain. The only clue to their demise – a single, scorched calling card embossed with the insignia of a grotesque, fanged skull. The calling card of the Oni Union.

Rage, a white-hot ember, ignited within Miharu. These weren't mere soldiers she mourned; they were friends, confidants. Especially Aoi, her best friend, her sparring partner, the girl who always had a bad joke on her lips. Aoi, whose vibrant emerald eyes now stared sightlessly from a face twisted in silent agony.

Vengeance, a single-minded purpose, burned away the vestiges of fear and sorrow. The Tekken Force had trained her for this – to face the darkness that lurked in the fringes of society, to combat the monsters that humanity couldn't. Today, she wouldn't be a soldier; she would be a storm, a whirlwind of fury seeking retribution.

Tracking the Oni Union was a brutal task. They were phantoms, flitting across the dark underbelly of the world, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake. Days bled into nights, the unforgiving landscape mirroring the desolation within Miharu. Her once-bright eyes held a steely glint, fueled by a thirst for vengeance that bordered on obsession.

One night, under the pale glow of a sliver moon, a whisper of the Oni Union reached her. A flickering rumor of a gathering deep within the fabled Skull Mountains, a treacherous range notorious for its unforgiving terrain and legends of malevolent spirits.

Hope, a fragile ember, flickered within Miharu. This could be he …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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The Loving Master series - #BG3 FanFic Review

Review by Apollo (@apollo-stories)

Good timezone my friends, I am happy to present another constellation in the bright sky of fanfiction: The Loving Master series by calqmity on AO3. (You can find the author on Tumblr at @calqmity and on Twitter.)

A note from the BG3 Fic Reviews team: As always, mind the tags, and for this wonderfully dark work in particular, as it includes numerous controversial and dark themes. These include NSFW; dead dove; necrophilia; non-con elements; and abusive relationships; among others. Our review is continued below the fold due to the heavy nature of the content in this particular series.

Virtual photography by @xandirge.

The series is comprised of three separate works exploring the dark desires of our favourite bloodsucker Ascended Astarion. It starts with The Doll Collector, a fantastic title in and of itself with no small amount of sinister foreshadowing. 

In this story there is a constant and ominous theme of dehumanisation as well as an exploration of Astarion’s relationship with death. The author details Ascended Astarion’s recently devised methods of collecting his new vampire spawn cohort, as well as the addiction he develops in controlling their lifeless bodies. (Reminder: mind the tags!)

Astarion is obsessively controlling, and takes great delight in stripping any sort of independence or autonomy from his spawn that they may have once enjoyed in their former lives. It is a dark work, and there is no healing to be found here. This is an excellently constructed examination of Ascended Astarion’s dark mind and how he fulfills his most toxic needs as his spawn become his latest possessions to play with at his leisure.

The Unbearable Pressure, the author's second work in the series, is no different to its predecessor in its exploration of Ascended Astarion's growing darkness and cruelty. This work focuses more on on his relationship with his most disobedient spawn, Blaze, and his efforts to break her and ensure her obedience. 

The theme of dehumanisation and dollification gets more pronounced the further we read. Astarion wants to control every single part of his spawn. And even despite the obvious sadism of his actions, Astarion genuinely believes he is doing his spawn a kindess, and grapples to understand why his spawn are not more grateful for his 'assistance' and what he considers his dedicated 'care'. The author has expressed Astarion's delusion of benevolence well, as our narrator is wonderfully unreliable.

Haunted By Your Touch, Aching For Your Love is our third and final work in the series, and quite possibly my favourite of the three! (I would call it a crowd pleaser, but that requires that the crowd in question likes breaking characters down and making them suffer oh so deliciously.)

The cycle of abuse and the affection for one’s captor can be difficult to write in fiction. There is a common mistake of stepping back from the scene and becoming more clinical in order to convey why the cycle is happening and why it continues, and, in so doing, create a disconnect between the reader and the characters. This work sees that tripping point coming from miles away and does cartwheels over it. 

We are deep in Astarion’s mind and psyche in this work as his delusions and twisted perspective have completely erased any distinction between reality and his wicked desires. It is left to the keen eye of the reader to pick up on the subtle hints and evidence of his delusions, which are expertly described by the author via the reactions of the other characters that suffer Astarion's whims and mistreatment.

The Loving Master, as a whole, is a wonderful exploration into dark themes and abusive relationships. Astarion’s character is portrayed consistently through the entire series using beautiful metaphors that I could hear Astarion himself repeating in his own voice. And beyond our lead antagonist, the author's original characters are well-written and developed, becoming well-established personalities in their own right. Each one has their own clear motivations and responds to Astarion differently, adding to the depth of the overall narrative with every line. These stories are also structurally sound, as you can look forward to a healthy mix of short and long paragraphs and sentence structures that makes the story easy to read and easy to enjoy.

Mind the tags on AO3, as The Loving Master does not shy away from NSFW elements and very heavy themes. 

Enjoy your dove, but be aware. It is very, very dead.

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The Doll Collector

"One more bite, is all it would take."

And now his beautifully pliant Lydia laid underneath him, fully submitted to his one desire: for her to become his. Her jet black hair framed her round, delicate face. Through her long, black eyelashes, her dark purple eyes stared up at him, wide and vulnerable. The indigo moonlight skin that bruised wonderfully under the force of his fingers was soft and warm to the touch.

"Be gentle," her quiet voice trembled.

There was nothing gentle about forging an undead monster out of an innocent, precious soul—his perfectly obedient, beautiful little monster, yet a monster nonetheless—but he could pretend, for just a moment.

He brought her wrist up to his mouth, laying a feather light kiss on top of the flesh, eating the garnish before digging into the main course. He cradled it in his hands before sinking his teeth in. Her quick yelp from the sudden pain sent a raging, hot inferno through his abdomen, encouraged by the red delicacy on his tastebuds.

Eventually he forced himself to pull away, letting the bloodied, shaking hand fall from his grasp. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her head, trapping his prey.

"You have given me everything...thank you." His words came out breathy and in between sighs of pleasure. The taste of her blood lingered on his lips, but it wasn't enough. He needed every last drop. While the ritual had rid him of the hunger caused by his supernatural curse, it had been replaced with a new hunger: to take, to take, and to take, from everyone around him. He wanted it all.

She look terrified out of her mind about what was about to happen, her eyes glancing at the liquid ruby dripping down his chin. In this moment, she looked like a porcelain doll. Her plump lips and flushed cheeks had a warm glow cast on them from the candle light in the tavern room. But when his fangs pierced her neck, she did not crack—only screamed. It was like biting into the plumpest, ripest fruit in the orchard, and her cries of pain were the beautiful notes of the birds' song high above in the sky.

[pl00mbie]

Late Night Rock Throwing

I’m screaming! I wrote this scene several months ago as like a cute little moment for my fanfic, but now to find out that Benedict would actually throw rocks at a woman’s window has me OBSESSED!

Evening quickly descended upon the Danbury residence as Sofie's chambers were bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Sofie, adorned in a luxurious deep purple dressing gown and comfortable night slippers, sat at a small writing desk, her hair freshly washed and sectioned into neat twists.

With a quill in hand and parchment before her, Sofie diligently penned a letter to Benedict, detailing the disastrous progress of her dancing lessons. Yet, amidst her frustrations, she couldn't help but express her eagerness to be reunited with him once more. Their daily correspondence had become a lifeline, passing their letters back and forth between the Danbury residence and Lady Bridgerton's home throughout the week.

Just as Sofie was to finish her letter, a soft tap sounded against her window, causing her to pause mid-sentence. At first, she dismissed it as the playful whisper of the wind. But when the sound repeated, she couldn't ignore it any longer.

Curiosity piqued, Sofie crossed the room to the window overlooking the tranquil back gardens of the residence. Peering into the darkness, she strained her eyes to discern the source of the mysterious tapping. Unable to see anything, she hesitated for a moment before cautiously opening the window. As the window creaked open, a sudden movement caught her eye, and she instinctively ducked, narrowly avoiding a pebble that flew through the open window and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

"Sorry," came a familiar voice, barely audible above the rustling leaves outside.

Sofie peered over the ledge, her heart skipping a beat as she spotted Benedict smiling and waving up at her from below. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, suspenders holding up his trousers, and sturdy boots.

"Benedict? What on Earth are you doing here?" Sofie whispered, though her voice was as loud as one could manage in the stillness of the night.

Benedict's lips moved, but his words were lost in the muffled noise of the evening breeze.

"What?" Sofie leaned closer, straining to hear him.

Benedict repeated himself, his voice slightly louder, but still indiscernible to Sofie's ears. She pointed to her ear, signaling her difficulty in understanding him. Benedict huffed in frustration and glanced around before holding a finger up, silently instructing Sofie to wait. Sofie watched in awe and amusement as Benedict agilely climbed up the stone wall, vines curling around his hands and feet as he ascended until he was seated on her window sill.

"I was saying, I've come to set my eyes upon the most beautiful woman in all of London," Benedict declared, slightly out of breath from his climb.

"You are a madman. Though I suppose I have known you long enough to not be surprised by such antics," Sofie replied with a laugh.

"I should hope so, considering we are to spend the rest of our lives together," Benedict said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"As flattering as this is, why are you really here?" Sofie asked, her curiosity piqued.

"A little birdie told me you were having difficulty in your dance lessons," Benedict admitted with a grin.

"Difficulty would be putting it mildly. If it were possible, I'd say I have four left feet rather than simply two," Sofie confessed ruefully.

“Well, I am no dance master, but I believe myself to be more than proficient," Benedict declared, spreading his arms wide to present himself. However, the sudden movement caused him to lose his balance, and Sofie frantically reached out to steady him, her heart pounding in her chest.

"So you decide to climb up to my window in the middle of the night?" Sofie remarked once Benedict was balanced on the window sill again.

"Well, I'm unfamiliar with Lady Danbury's home. I did not trust myself to find my way here from the servants' entrance," Benedict explained with a sheepish grin.

"And how did you know where to find my window?" Sofie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Benedict pointed with his chin at the view of the street just beyond the gardens, "You wrote of being able to see the path to Bloomsbury from your window in your letters."

"So you thought it best to give me a dance lesson in the middle of the night?" Sofie raised a brow.

"When else am I meant to see you? Come tomorrow, you will be introduced into society. After that, we won't have another moment alone until we are married." Benedict countered, his tone earnest, "Would you rather I give this dance lesson at a soirée?"

"I suppose not," Sofie relented, glancing around nervously, "But we cannot do it here. What if we wake Lady Danbury?"

Benedict's eyebrows furrowed in thought, clearly not having considered this possibility. Then, his gaze drifted down to the garden below, where a small hedge maze lay.

"Do you think your four left feet are capable of climbing?" Benedict suggested with a mischievous grin.

Sofie's eyes widened in disbelief, realizing the implication of Benedict's question, "You have utterly lost your mind."

"I thought you said you would no longer be surprised by my ideas.” Benedict teased.

"I am not surprised by the suggestion, merely stating the reasoning behind it.” Sofie retorted.

"Come now, Sofie, this will be just like the park. Only this time, you won't need to steal my phaeton to return to your room," Benedict insisted, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yeah, I'd only need to risk breaking my neck from a fall," Sofie muttered under her breath.

"Nonsense, I will climb down first and catch you if such a thing occurs," Benedict reassured her.

"And what of your neck?" Sofie challenged.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Benedict replied with a grin, his adventurous spirit shining through.

Before Sofie could utter another word, Benedict began to climb down, encouraging Sofie to do the same. Though she huffed in annoyance, she couldn't deny the rush of exhilaration that Benedict always seemed to incite in her. Tightening the strings of her dressing gown and slipping on proper footwear, Sofie peered out the window again, watching as Benedict reached the ground and brushed off the leaves from his shirt before opening his arms to await her descent.

Placing one leg over the edge, Sofie searched until her foot caught on something sturdy. Gripping the window tightly, she repeated the process with her other foot, slowly making her way down the vines and stone.

"You're doing great, keep going," Benedict's voice drifted up from below, spurring her on.

Sofie breathed steadily as she reached for the next stone with her foot, but her heart sank when she realized she couldn't reach it. It dawned on her then just how different her stature was from Benedict's; he was nearly three-quarters of a foot taller, meaning his legs held a greater distance than hers. She stretched as far as she could, but it wasn't enough, and she slipped.

With lightning reflexes, Benedict caught her in a bridal hold, "See, now was that so difficult?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sofie scowled at Benedict, her arms firmly wrapped around his neck, "I am beginning to question the choices I have made to have ended up in such a position."

"Wondering how you've come to be so lucky?" Benedict quipped.

Sofie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile, "Something like that."

Benedict gently placed Sofie back on her feet before taking her hands in his and planting a kiss on each, "I've missed you," he confessed softly.

Sofie wanted to make a sarcastic remark of how they have only been apart for but a week, but the sincerity in Benedict's eyes softened her resolve, "I've missed you too," she admitted quietly.

Benedict gently placed Sofie's hands around his neck and wrapped his own around her waist, pulling her closer. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, savoring the moment. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

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[antiquepearlss]

I like your blog and I just finished every episode of Tangled, so now you are the innocent victim whose ask box I've decided to bomb with my au. Impact imminent in 3 2 1: everything's the same except Cassandra was born with moon drop powers the same way was Rapunzel was born with sun drop powers.

Considering how obsessed with her looks Gothel was, I don't think she'd have a child through natural pregnancy. Factor in her history with magic and I think it's very possible that Cassandra was an experiment.

In an effort to truly harness the sundrop without risk of someone else stealing from it, Gothel tried to see if the powers could be inherited. As she didn’t want to risk destroying the sundrop, Gothel succeeded in taking the moon stone and embedded its powers into unborn Cassandra. This left the brotherhood to defend the leftovers of the moon stone (kinda like the leftover flower underneath Corona).

Unlike Rapunzel though, Cassandra's powers remained dormant and Gothel deemed the experiment a failure. What she didn't realize was that her daughter's nails could now slice through anything and were made of the same material as the dark moon rocks.

It's only years later when she met Rapunzel and her nails started glowing blue around her that people's eyebrows started to raise. Cue plot and now the motivation to go to the Dark Kingdom is to figure out wtf is up with Cass's nails and what's the deal with the sun and moon drop.

It's not the black moon rocks that start attacking Corona but the golden rocks that came as a result of Zhan Tiri's powers. She found a small leak into the real world and start sending bits of magic to push things forward.

Also Cass learning her own incantations and getting cool badass powers and reconciling with Rapunzel and them just being a badass sister duo. Plus them having spa self care days where they just chill while doing deep cleans for Rapunzel's hair and manicures for Cass's nails while Corona blows up nearly 5 times in the background.

More specifics on the powers: Cass's nails are naturally black and indestructible. Unlike Rapunzel's hair, her nails grow and shrink at Cass's will. Her nails can also fuse into a giant sword/scythe/etc whose base covers/protects her hands. These same abilities also apply to her toe nails and she has ruined many shoes while climbing + stabbing men in the dick. Similar to Rapunzel's hair, Cassandra's nails can rapidly grow and twist to form shields/barriers and using the death incantation while touching something with her nails let's her destroy pretty much anything.

Yess I will gladly be your victim. I am 100% down for Lady Deathstrike Cassandra.

This is super cool, honestly someone needs to draw this. And then they need to draw Rapunzel begging Cass to let her paint her nails. Also I hope she never had a nail chewing habit, I can’t see that ending well.

Thanks for sharing ^^

[bluebeebalmwrites]

About that Vampire Ascendant Tag on Houses...

Hello! My series Houses is getting some attention, and as the series keeps going and going [insert self-deprecating fic writer jokes], I’ve had a few conversations crop up about the Vampire Ascendant Astarion tag that have been similar. I thought it might be a good idea to address that tag and this version of Astarion in one place. I consider the tag to apply, but Housestarion is… complicated.

What I am not interested in writing:

Some folks have worried that, because of the Vampire Ascendant tag, Housestarion might eventually abuse Gale or the series might have an Abuser/sub dynamic. I promise that if I ever write a fic like that, I would put content warnings all over it /gen. I take that very seriously. Regardless, writing a two-dimensional abuser is not a headspace I want to go into for Houses. I wrote some rough abuse from Mystra in my other series (GCA), but I'm not interested in making Houses into some sort of in-depth character study about abusive relationships or even a moralizing tale. I think that would be the antithesis of the fun I’ve been trying to have with it while writing a salacious porn-with-plot series (it's intentionally trashy - like vintage pulp magazine content in my mind). I'm walking a fine line with them, for sure, but Gale and Astarion in Houses are dysfunctional, have obsessive/possessive toxic impulses, with some complex underlying abandonment issues. But ultimately, Houses is about guilty pleasures, not horror.

When thinking about the Ascendant character:

The in-game Ascendant is written to be very objectifying and dominant, but I also appreciate how he’s also comical and pitiful. He’s an almost cartoonish version of a vampire villain, complete with cheesy bat references. The complexity in his character, though, is how Ascendant is still scared, horribly codependent (and I don’t use that word lightly), and views the world as a terrifying place that is only worth either controlling, running away from (if you take him to Avernus, etc.), or destroying out of revenge. He’s composed of the worst parts of Astarion's character wrapped up under an outwardly confident façade. He’s the new Cazador, but he’s also an Astarion flavoured Vampire Lord and his outlook is filtered through that traumatized lens. Instead of healing from what happened to him, he’s weaponizing his trauma and looking to punish the world for it on top of controlling others around him to keep himself safe. He’s stuck and can’t move on, and he likes it that way because anything else would require work and vulnerability that he can’t let himself afford. That complexity is so juicy for a writing brain, because Ascendant Astarion can be simultaneously repulsive, tempting, tragic, and pitiable. Like, whoa. What game writing, right?

I seriously have to credit some other Bloodweave writers in this space for pointing a lot of this out to make Ascendant far more interesting to me (patheticfangirl is in the middle of writing a really in-depth, twisted longfic that involves a deep character study on him. It's better than what I'm doing. She takes the concept of how Cazador is tormented/regretful/grieving if you detect his thoughts in-game, and applies that to Ascendant who is psychologically tortured by what he’s done. It’s very good - though please mind the tags).

When looking at the vast majority of fics under the Ascendant tag, most of them are dark power fantasies with a Dom/Sado/Top Astarion with a self-insert Tav. If you're not personally into that or triggered by Ascendant characterization (due to PTSD from an abusive relationship with that dynamic), I absolutely understand avoiding the tag. That’s part of curating your content. It’s just the nature of the beast that sometimes it's tricky to decide how to tag a fic when the fanon has taken a character in a different direction than what you're going for.

Ascendant in Houses:

With Houses, I do my best to not have Housestarion be the strictly Sado/Dom/Top version of Ascendant. He has needs that crave to be filled by other dynamics. I want the complex and ridiculous parts of Ascendant. Housestarion starts off as a fuckboy (in Penthouse) and is revealed to be more of a messy, shattered guy. As an AU, he’s basically the idea of an Astarion that had to take Cazador out by himself – translated into a modern “real life” setting with no vampirism or magic. So some parts have been whittled out, some of the softer traumatized parts brought forward, but (hopefully) much of the edge and brattiness kept in. He’s more of his own character, rather than a straight translation.

However, I am keeping the series under the tag because while Housestarion is in many ways his Own Thing, he is still very much an interpretation of Ascendant Astarion and Ascendant inspired (complete with dialogue references) and I do not want anyone to be surprised by that. I hope that clears some things up!

[puropoly]

Hi!!!

I love your DN art so much, it gives me will to live, it gets me through the day.

I wanna draw like you oh my god you have this storyboard artist kind of style. Effortlessly expressive and dynamic.

Can I worship you? Jk jk (or am I?)

Your A is the best interpretation of this character I have ever seen. I love her.

I have some questions if you have a minute or two 🥺

Can you give me 3 favourite DN fics?

Do you have musical associations for characters (especially B)?

How do you personally feel about L and about Mikami?

What is your favourite food and day of the week?

Please never stop clowning ! 🤡❤️

This is extremely nice of you, thank you !! it's been ages since I've drawn canon DN stuff...

Thank you for the sweet message, I know I still have a long path ahead in terms of improvement as an artist but I value your words immensely as they motivate me to go on now, THE QUESTIONSSss...

Fics I remember killed me on sight

This is how I disappear. (gen) 10/10, work of art, made me sit at the edge of my seat. I recommend everything from this author, definitely DO MIND the tags though! it's dark

If you're into AUs and Lawlight, here's one where Light runs for presidency (Those who stand for nothing fall for anything) and one where he's a cryptid investigator (The forest holds strange creatures), they're both awesome in unique ways. Both are explicit, take that into account

If you're interested in reading different interactions and a very unique twist to the canon events where Naomi is the protagonist, Silent Partner, Unifinished Business is amazing and very suspensey

This one is long, immense, ultra suspensey, with a lot of different characters interacting in interesting ways I never thought before, very lawlight and very explicit, (but I read it all in like 3 days because it caught me BAD and was foaming at the mouth during the entire course of it), also was the founding inspiration to my BB brainrot and design-> Nights

I also made a masterpost of all my favourite meronia (melloxnear) fics back when I was balls deep into it

Finally, my AWESOME friends have made abbie x my BB fics for me back in the days which I treasure with my heart, I feel a bit schoopid sharing them because they're basically my OCs and their story remains a secret but they're beautifully written and. I die. I die everytime I remember they did these for me -> First Christmas (explicit), Stand under my Umbrella (short n funny), Just Another Day (sad and short, based on a comic I did years ago)

ANd also, same author as Silent Partner, wrote Dead Letter Office as a gift to me once, and it melted me into a sugary puddle in the ground

Characters and music

Like every other BB kinnie / stan I have my fair share of associated songs, mostly by style and delusion and very few by actual fitting lyrics lol. But here's what I consider his theme song - and also, I headcanon HARD that he has Danny Elfman's voice

How I feel about L and Mikami

L is special to all of us, love the guy, haven't met a single DN fan who doesn't like L. He's just fun and unapologetic which is what I like about him the most.

Mikami I have a hard time caring about, he's just not my usual type of character at all. He's too rigid for me, although he has his unintentional funny side. I also felt he had no chemistry with any other characters, so that made him less interesting for me

Favourite day and week day

I've been very obsessed with cremonas lately : o]

And my favourite day is saturday now, cause I finally get to have some time for myself to exist!!!!!!!!!!!!! and not work!!!!!!!

[goyurim]

Thanks for the tag @theimpossibleness!!

Last song: never gonna give you up by rick astley

Currently watching: i took a break from kdramas bc i became very anxious about. life in general and everything has become really frustrating so a friend suggested watching this anime called life lessons with uramichi oniisan and it's just. really funny but in a dark, twisted, existential crisis kinda way and it's exactly what i needed rn

Currently reading (thanks for the suggestion Jo!): i'm always reading like 20 books at once so the ones i can remember off the top of my head are: sea of monsters (pjo book 2 by rick riordan), jane eyre by charlotte bronte, except for palestine by marc lamont hill, invisible women by caroline criado-perez, winner's curse by marie rutkoski, zero to one by peter thiel, inglorious empire by shashi tharoor and probably like 3746378 others

Spicy/sweet/savoury/sour: i agree with jo it's supposed to be savoury, spicy, sweet, then sour. that is the correct order

Relationship status: this question should be omitted. for my sanity

Current obsession: korean skincare. it's weird i've never been into beauty products or anything before but ever since i moved to this new place my skin has become abysmal and nothing i tried worked until i decided to check out k-beauty stuff. and i am blown away?? by just? how much research has gone into this industry like this stuff Works (and it's melanin friendly!) and i've looked into it so much that at this point i could change my phd topic from cardiovascular science to dermatology and no one would notice

Favourite colour: this is a tough one. i would say PINK without hesitation but that sounds unfair to other colours when there are so many beautiful colours in the world. like have you seen purple. or orange when the sun sets?? omg when the sky is orange and blue together like that is such a powerful combo. but then there's also green which is so soothing. but have you considered dark brown eyes. how gorgeous they are. i saw a colleague's deep red nails yesterday and she described them as cherry mocha and i was positive that that is my new favourite colour. but did you know that butterflies can see five primary colours. and mantis shrimp can see 12???? in that case we're all colourblind like maybe i can't even see the colour that i'll most likely like

Favourite animal: unicorns seem lovely

i'll tag: @what-breaks-my-heart @fierycavalier @lingering-sunrise @tinyleia @wullu @myromanholidays @xumoonhao maybe? like. if you wanna

[ascnsionismx]

Mathias had kept his distance for as long as he had. A year ago he had created Jude through a twisted kind of rebirth in the flooded church. After months of obsession and, what most would consider, a crush, turning Jude into a vampire seemed logical. Of course the priest didn't see it that way, and Mathias understood. It was such a violent and sudden change. So when Jude first denied Mathias' offer for a place to live and decided to live on the streets, the necromancer allowed it.

He had lost track of the priest for the first several months of their separation. But the streets talked. With the help of a certain naga, Mathias was able to keep tabs on the vampire. He heard of his heroics, only feeding off of bad people and saving the helpless. Admirable to say the least, but it gave Mathias an idea. He waited until he felt the moment was right to show up in the hole Jude called home. All doors opened when you were the soon to be God of Life.

He waited in the dark, looking around the tiny home. Knox wasn't around, nor were any other guards. This was a solo mission for Mathias, but he knew deep down he wouldn't be heading home alone. When he heard Jude come in, he sat up and smiled big. It had been a year since he saw the man, and he still looked stunning as ever.

"I'm a little offended you turned down my offer for a nicer place just to live in something like this. I know I said it was in the Bayou but I promise it isn't swampy".

@undead-jude