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uvobreakmylegs · 19 days ago

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Lull

part 2 of Astray

note: the auxiliary member of the PT that is mentioned is the reader from @hypnoswrites's fic Onlooker

Chrollo x female!reader

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of creepy behavior, mentions of torture

Word Count: 6k

It was nearing 2 AM when you found yourself making your way up the stairs to your unit. Given the late hour, it was deathly quiet in the apartment building, the only noises you could hear being the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you in the walkways and your own shoes on the steps as you trudged your way upwards. No doubt all of your neighbors were asleep, having turned in hours ago. You would soon be doing that yourself, probably passing out as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Or maybe you would stay awake again while you stewed in your own upset emotions.

A sour look took over your face as you were fully aware that was the more likely outcome.

Due to the blanket of quiet that covered the building, the clinking of your keys sounded even louder as you pulled them out when you approached the door of your unit, as did the lock when you turned it open. A long, drawn out sigh left your lips as you opened your door and closed it, all the while you fought the urge to slam it shut behind you. Soon enough you were sitting on your couch, your bag on the floor next to your feet. Today had been a long day and you were exhausted. Even though you should probably head straight to bed, you wanted to take a moment to breathe and relax, and you leaned your head back in favor of staring at the ceiling.

….. There was a water stain set into the newly painted ceiling above your head.

Your expression soured when you saw that. So that dishwasher in the unit upstairs was still leaking, despite what the maintenance guy had told you. Great.

And evidently not all of your neighbors were asleep, as through the thin walls of your own unit, you could hear the distinct noises of bed springs creaking loudly that was accompanied by loud moaning.

At two in the morning? Really?

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself up from the couch, ignoring the way your body protested after managing to become comfortable. With heavy steps, you made your way to the small bedroom within the unit in an effort to escape your neighbors.

That time, you slammed the door.

Stumbling forward in the dark until you found your bed, you all but fell on top of it.

Unfortunately, your earlier prediction turned out to be correct, because as you lay there wishing for sleep, to temporarily escape into your subconscious, you weren't allowed even that. Because all you could do was stare up at the ceiling while thinking about how you shouldn't be here right now.

That this wasn't how things were supposed to be.

After that job at the Pelletier's – six fucking months spent being at the beck and call of those goddamn assholes and the rest of the uppity staff – you should have been done with this. That job was supposed to be your windfall, giving you the means to live a nice, comfortable life while you left your current occupation behind.

Escaping the illegal activity in which you supported yourself with was something you had wanted to do for some time now. Sure, there was a certain thrill that came with infiltrating somewhere and making off with whatever valuables your clients had bid you to, but you didn't want to do that forever. Because one misstep on your part, one person recognizing the face you were using, one ability that was able to see through your hatsu – any and all of those could come into play during a heist which could spell the end for you and the life you currently had. While what you had wasn't the best, you weren't willing to trade that for a jail cell.

Which was why the diadem job had been a godsend. It was well within your capabilities, and with the buyer being an old socialite with ties to the mafia through her late husband, she had the funds to pay the enormous price for that old piece of jewelry. She was desperate for it even, having an obsession with it that was well-known by those who knew her. Though the communications you had with her were brief and through her servants, Letizia Bianchi's claims of being directly descended from Princess Despoina were well communicated to you, which she in turn made the the claim that the diadem was hers by right. Why she felt the need to justify herself was unknown to you, if the history of her late husband was anything to go by.

Not only that, the princess in question had died in a bloody revolution with nothing to indicate that she ever had children before she was executed. Plus there was the fact that most historians agreed that she didn't appear to have any interest in men. But at the end of the day, you didn't care all that much what the reasons were as to why the Letizia wanted it. All you cared about was what you were going to be paid for the job.

And a twelve billion payout was enough to get you motivated to do your best.

So for the six months you spent in the Pelletier household, you learned the habits of the staff and owners, figured out the code to the vault, chose the best time to make off with it, and got everything together for your escape. All of that would be in exchange for an end to this line of work. “One last job,” you had told yourself.

That would have been the case had it not been for a certain thing – or rather, a certain group of people:

The Phantom Troupe.

You'd heard of them before this – anyone involved in underworld dealings at the very least knew the name, as the group of thieves had achieved something of a legendary status within a relatively short amount of time. They always struck out of nowhere, hitting their targets with efficiency and leaving nothing behind that could lead back to them. Were it not for the fact that almost all of the stolen items that ended up in their possession sometime after made it onto the black market, most people might have assumed that those items truly had been spirited away by ghosts.

Though not all of their actions were ones of violence and theft, as you had heard rumors of the troupe putting up the funds needed for various orphanages in a variety of more unfortunate areas of the word. But when you considered how out of line that sounded with their general MO and how sappy it seemed, you were inclined to think that was just a stupid rumor spread around for shits and giggles.

Rumors aside, the Phantom Troupe was a force to be reckoned with. Enigmatic and devastating, shrouded in a reputation of ruthlessness. Their deeds were many, and the incident at the Pelletier mansion was just another note on a long list of their crimes, with the Diadem of Princess Despoina being just another acquisition of theirs.

Except no.

Because against all odds, you had been the one to steal it.

You groaned, fighting the urge to smother yourself with the pillow as you pulled it over your head in frustration. Of all the screw-ups and mistakes you'd made in your life, you never would've dreamed that you'd fuck up so badly that you would put yourself on the Phantom Troupe's radar.

But how the fuck could you have known? How was there any way you could have known that the troupe would go after the Pelletier's at the same time as you? How could you have known that they had come to the same conclusion as you, that the best moment to take the diadem away was when the Pelletier's would be occupied with an event?

You couldn't. No one in the entire world could have ever predicted such a thing could happen.

But that didn't really matter, because even if you didn't mean for it to happen, you had stolen the troupe's intended mark.

Which only meant that, if they found you out, they would make sure you paid for it.

Fuck

You groaned again as you rolled over onto your front, keeping the pillow pressed against your face. You needed to do that, otherwise you knew your focus was going to go to the air vent on the wall that sat just above the floor. If that happened, you knew you'd spend the rest of the time you were awake staring at it with the image of what you had hidden inside of the vent etched into your mind: that of the cardboard box in which you had stuffed the diadem into because you didn't know where else to hide it.

Just another addition to the piece's rich – or perhaps sordid – history: from sitting atop the head of a princess to being stuffed into a maid's closet, then from a display case within a museum for everyone to behold until it moved to a display case within a private collection. And now in a vent, sitting there in the dark and unclaimed by the buyer. A piece that was worth billions yet you couldn't sell it, because if you tried, all it would take was one whisper to the wrong person for the most deadly group in the world to descend upon you and make the remainder of your life a living hell.

All because Letizia, who went as far as making a whole song and dance about how she was descended from the original owner of the diadem, chose to go back on the deal. Even with her being as powerful and well-connected as she was, not even she wanted to cross the Phantom Troupe.

And you didn't have any other choice but to accept it when you were told that. Because what were you going to do? Go to the police? Take her to court for not paying you and claim a breach of contract? Yeah right. That'd go over well.

You were stuck with no option other than to deal with it, to take on the jobs that would help you get by while she continued on as normal. That left a bad taste in your mouth, but the best you could do was to continue to work and hope for another high-paying job like one Letizia was supposed to pay for while you figured out what to do with the diadem at a later date.

Though as you lay there and told yourself such things, you were very well aware that another job as lucrative as the diadem one was unlikely to come about.

It wasn't supposed to be this way, you told yourself again.

Your thoughts went back to that night when you had stolen the diadem, the thoughts you were throwing around in your head as you considered the possibilities for your future. From laying on the beach with expensive drinks to staying cozy beneath a warm blanket in a nice lake house, or simply traveling where ever you pleased whenever you pleased. There had been no end to what you could have done for yourself once you had gotten your twelve billion.

But instead of enjoying that nice, comfortable life, you were left to rot in a shitty apartment, which was the best you could get after you had spent what was left of your savings just to get to the Begerosse Union. You wouldn't be able to leave this particular area for a while, more than likely, as you had burned several bridges professionally when you chose to take the diadem job. Because you could do the job yourself, and because of that, you wanted the payout all for yourself.

Any truly high-paying jobs wouldn't come for some time.

Another long groan left your lips as you shifted, pulling your head away from the pillow and turning to face the wall. You'd figure this out, you told yourself. You've been in worse situations and you've gotten out of them – this would be no different. It just feels worse because of the way you were stiffed. Another opportunity will come. Keep doing what you're doing for now, and it'll all work out.

As had become the norm for you, you fell asleep listening to your own disingenuous inspirational thoughts.

Chrollo's morning began in the same way it often did, with him waking up well before the sun had risen and being unable to go back to sleep after. That in turn had him passing the time by reading until the first rays of dawn properly graced the world. Depending on just how early he would wake up, the time he had before the rest of the world was also awoken could be as little as a single hour or as many as four, as his internal clock only had become more erratic as the years had went by. It wasn't ideal as it had caused the bags beneath his eyes to only become more pronounced, and despite his numerous attempts at looking, Chrollo had yet to find an ability that could help him sleep through the whole night. For the moment, he had resigned himself to the fact that he would likely never get a full night's sleep again.

At least the predicament had allowed him more reading time, and as the many homes and apartments he had across multiple countries were always stocked with various different book collections, it ensured that he would always have something on hand to read during those deadly quiet hours of the early morning.

On this day, however, things were different. He could only carry so much on him while he was traveling. As a result, he only had four books on his person, and he found himself faced with a predicament: reread the third book he had packed, or continue with the fourth one that he had stopped reading a while earlier when he found that he wasn't enjoying it?

He ultimately chose to pick up the third book for a second time, as he still felt no desire to attempt to finish that fourth book. How a book like that – one that he couldn't stand to finish – had ended up in his possession, he had no clue.

But as Chrollo opened up the pages of the third book for a second time that trip, his thoughts were less focused on the words on the pages and more on the fact that this journey was taking him longer than he had expected, with no sense of when it would come to an end.

No sense of when he would find 'Minette' again.

Upon thinking of the maid, Chrollo yet again found himself uncertain if he should be exasperated or impressed that the matter had gone on for as long as it had. At the very least she deserved a certain amount of praise for her disappearing act – just as it wasn't often that an outside force managed to interfere with troupe business as effectively as she had, it also wasn't often that someone could vanish so thoroughly that even he was at a loss as to how she had managed it.

At first he had been confident that finding her would be an easy matter, as the theory that she had left by boat seemed sound at the time. After stealing an item as valuable as the diadem, leaving the country entirely was the best move to take. Yet there had been no sign of her, even when Shalnark had helped in pouring over every available security tape and log of the passengers who had departed from the docks in the time frame after the maid had vanished. Even when they had searched beyond the limits of the coastal town in the event that Chrollo's hunch about that route being incorrect, there was nothing.

The maid he had seen in the mansion was nowhere to be found no matter where they looked.

As expected, that dampened the mood of the troupe once the heist was over. Not so much due to how the diadem had been lost, but that someone had managed to sneak away in the way that she had. Just like him, some of the others had been impressed while certain members were angry, but all anticipated that the maid would be found. If not by the manner in which you escaped, then by tracking you down when the diadem went on the market. Whoever you truly were, Chrollo had felt that you would attempt to sell it, as it didn't seem to him that you were the type to keep expensive baubles just for the sake of it. Even from his brief interaction with you, he was certain that this was just a job for you.

And yet, even months later, there had been nothing.

At first it made sense. With the mass-disappearance at the Pelletier mansion and the media circus that had followed, that you would lay low was expected. But now that the heat had died down and the news had moved on to other stories, leaving the events in that mansion as a mystery while those in the underworld had an idea as to what had happened, there was still nothing for him to pick up on. No shred of evidence, no whispers of the diadem being placed on the market. Absolutely nothing.

Only two things had been discovered that could potentially be connected to you, the first of which being a small fire that had been set in the dumpster of a church near the area of the Pelletier mansion. Why that had happened was still a mystery to him and it could have easily been a strange coincidence that it occurred on the same night as the heist. Either way, there was nothing to go off of in regards to that instance.

The other bit of information that had been discovered was the face of the maid showing up in an unexpected way. At Chrollo's bidding, Pakunoda had shared the memories of the maid with the rest of the troupe in the unlikely event that one of them might come across her after the heist. It was a long shot that any of them would happen to see her, and yet, not long after the troupe had dispersed for the time being, Kortopi managed to come across something that only left more questions: a story about a memorial being erected for a woman who had died in an accident in the Odrana region. The instant Chrollo saw the photo of the woman the article had listed he knew immediately that it was her; that was the face of the maid that he had been searching for.

But it only brought him to another dead end. The woman in question had been dead for more than five years now, and even if the face had been the same, the hair was wrong, as was the apparent height of the deceased. Once again Shalnark's services were used, this time to look into her history as well as that of her family, and there was nothing to be found. It truly appeared that she had died, and there was nothing to indicate that her family or anyone close to her had taken over her identity. There was no connection to the Pelletier's, either.

Thus Chrollo had been left at a loss once more, only having ideas as to what was going on without any concrete proof.

He needed to find you again. Not so much out of a desire to have the diadem as he had planned initially, but simply out of principle; no one was allowed to steal from the Phantom Troupe and get away with it. Some of the others were far more passionate about that belief and wanted you to pay severely. With one of those particular members being Feitan, who had offered to torture you to death once you were found, your fate would have been a miserable one had Chrollo not ordered the others to leave the matter of tracking you down to him. That had been enough to make them back away, as they trusted him to take care of the matter.

And he would take care of it. Though how exactly the matter would be settled depended entirely on the nature of your ability.

And whether or not he could steal it.

Chrollo blinked, snapping himself out of his thoughts as he found that despite how the minutes had ticked away, he was still only on the first page of the book he had chosen. Clearly, he wasn't able to focus on his usual way of passing the time. His own internal musings were simply too loud at the moment.

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, Chrollo shut the book and placed it onto the small coffee table that not far from him. He then stretched out slightly before he leaned back in his seat, glancing through the thin sliver between the curtains to see the world outside his hotel room. Unsurprisingly, it was still dark outside; dawn wouldn't come for a few hours more.

Unlike with most things in his life, there was little Chrollo could do right now other than wait. Wait for the sun to rise so he could continue with his journey, this time taking a flight to Canzas.

He'd never been to that city before. Had never even heard of it in any capacity, yet when he had been looking at the available flights, instinct had him choose that one.

A clear result of the ability that was now guiding him.

Chrollo stood up from his seat as he parted the blinds further and allowed himself a better look at the darkness beyond his window.

It had been months since the heist at the Pelletier mansion, and with no sign of where the maid or the diadem had gone, Chrollo found himself growing impatient. While waiting for you to slip up was an option, doing so when he had access to an ability that could speed up the process was a far better use of his time.

Thus, he had found himself enlisting the help of a woman who served as an auxiliary member of the Phantom Troupe.

It hadn't been a terribly long time that she had become associated with the troupe, yet there had been many times that her ability had come in handy. Intertwining fates, she called it. Using nen to link people together and ensuring that one day, the two that were linked would cross paths.

A hatsu like that was perfect to link particular troupe members with particular targets that had proved difficult to get to through other means. Because no matter the person, whether they were an ordinary person or a nen user, they weren't able to resist the link. No matter what the two would come to meet, someday, somewhere.

It wasn't the first time Chrollo had the auxiliary member use her ability on him, as he had bid her to use it once before so he could get close to an heiress who had an annoyingly competent security detail. But back then, it had only taken him a week to get to the heiress.

This time around, however, it was taking much longer to reach his target.

Though perhaps it was a miracle that the link was able to be made at all. The linking ability required an object that the target had touched, and all Chrollo had been able to produce were some bed sheets that had been at the bottom of the chute, ones that both he and you had landed on after jumping in. Aside from the linen cart you had been pushing when he came across you, that was the only thing he could take from the scene that he knew for certain you had made physical contact with. The only reason he had grabbed any of them was a precaution; in case he couldn't find you on his own, in case he needed to go to the auxiliary member for just this reason.

It was a good call for him to have taken that precaution. Had he not done so, Chrollo wouldn't be here at this moment, traveling a destination that was currently unknown, but where exactly he was headed wasn't that important.

What mattered was that this journey was guaranteed to have you at the end of it.

And what he would do when he found you…..

That would be determined once he found out the exact nature of your ability. Once he found you, once he had you secured, he could then take his time to learn about your hatsu. If he couldn't steal it, then it would be a simple matter to retrieve the diadem and dispose of you. As much as Feitan would bemoan the fact that Chrollo had denied him a torture subject, it didn't feel worth it to transport you overseas just for you to die by the torturer's hands. Better to take end things swiftly as opposed to dragging them out.

But if he could steal your hatsu, then things would be different.

There was always a certain amount of vexation he felt whenever he came across a hatsu that couldn't be stolen, especially when it was an ability that he knew he could put to good use if he could get control of it. Such was the case with the auxiliary member, who had carefully linked her own ability to herself so no one else could use it. Her taking such a precaution felt as though she anticipated that he might try to take it. While there had been some disappointment on his part, it ultimately still worked out in the troupe's favor as she was willing to work with them.

Her close relationship with Uvogin also meant that she was unlikely to betray the troupe, and if such a thing were to happen anyway, Uvogin would take care of it – as would Shalnark, he suspected, as the suspiciously placed cameras around her home were a good indication of his presence around her. What exactly was going on there wasn't entirely clear, but based on the knowing look Uvogin had shared with him when he noticed the cameras, the enhancer was at least aware of them. If Uvo saw no issue, then it wasn't Chrollo's place to question it.

But as for the issue that was you, Chrollo could only see you being willing to work with the troupe under duress, and even if you attempted to do so to save yourself, the rest of the troupe wouldn't be satisfied with that. The best outcome you had from this point onward was if he could steal your hatsu, because that would guarantee that you would keep your life.

And although he wasn't inclined to say it out loud, Chrollo found himself quietly hoping that your ability was one that he could take. In part for the sake of adding another useful hatsu to Skill Hunter.

But also because he wanted to see what would happen when he stole it from you. How would you react? How would you respond to him when he told you that your hatsu belonged to him?

What would you do when he made you powerless?

Chrollo smirked to himself. It wasn't the first time he had thought of such things. Even as far back as the night of the heist itself, he had found himself thinking of you often, wondering things about you, scrutinizing every second of that conversation he had shared with you in that brief amount of time you had shared.

He thought often of the brief glimpse he had gotten of you in that hallway – the real you. The one who had broken through the polite maid persona that you had been trying so hard to keep up in order to sarcastically suggest that he take care of you in order to make up for your lost income.

He thought of the brief look of panic that had hit you after you said that, when you realized that the sort of tone you had taken was not at all acceptable for what your apparent position was, and how you had scrambled to give a more polite response.

Both moments happened within seconds, but they replayed in his mind endlessly and to a point that what had started as a simple interest had grown into a mild obsession with who you truly were.

All because he made the decision to venture towards the Pelletier's living quarters before the heist had begun after seeing how lax the security was. All because he saw you seemingly at work and made the choice to toy with you a bit.

Those actions of his were what led to him seeing that side of you and had planted the seeds of obsession in his head. Had he not seen you personally and had that conversation, he may have delegated the task of finding you to someone else. But there he was, trekking across countries himself just so he could find you again.

Strange how simple actions that seem insignificant cause such monumental consequences in the way events play out.

Dawn was no closer to approaching as Chrollo continued to stare out of his window, his eyes drawn to the flicker of electric lights that sat within the darkness. The concept of sleep would no doubt continue to elude him, and his mind felt too busy to settle down and relax with any of his books. It would be several long hours of waiting before he could move once again, this time to take his flight to Canzas, which itself would be several more long hours of waiting.

And all of those hours would no doubt be filled with thoughts of you.

What were you doing now, Chrollo idly wondered.

What were things like for you after you had stolen the diadem?

What was your reaction when you found out about the troupe's involvement in the Pelletier's?

All questions he could only ask once he found you.

As had happened so many times now, your words echoed again in his head, where you made the off-handed comment about him taking care of you.

Depending on how things turned out, Chrollo felt that he may very well take you up on that offer.

This is bullshit.

You went so far, spent so much time and even came close to death – regardless of you knowing that fact at the time – and this was where you ended up?

She doesn't get to do this to you.

Not without paying for it.

Those thoughts struck you as you were eating your sad affair of a dinner: a microwavable meal consisting of chicken and pasta with a side of broccoli. Broccoli that you didn't realize until after you had opened the package had unpleasant looking brown spots in places that left you unwilling to eat it. Maybe you should've figured that would be the case considering it was a microwavable meal, but you had gotten it only because you didn't feel you energy to cook anything. That lethargy could have been due in part to a depression over how badly things had turned out for you.

What you didn't count on was just how much more depressed eating it made you feel, as if it was the physical embodiment of everything that had gone wrong for you since the diadem job. A shitty frozen dinner in a shitty crumbling apartment.

Meanwhile, Letizia was no doubt continuing on as normal, living the nice life you had wanted for yourself without a single care in the world, and she had more than likely completely forgotten all about you and the way she had wasted your time. You had given up a lot to pull off that job – opportunities and jenny from your own savings, not to mention your time and energy – and how did the bitch repay you? By flaking out and relying on the knowledge that there was nothing that you could do to make her pay up, nor could you easily take revenge, not without angering some important people in the underworld.

At this point, trying to get paid was a fool's errand – you weren't going to see the jenny she owed you. You accepted that.

But if she was going to screw you over with no remorse, then you were going to do the same to her.

And what better way to do that than to have her take the blame for the theft of the diadem?

Within an instant, you were on your laptop, searching Letizia's name to find out what you could on her current activities. With her being in the public eye, that was easy enough to figure out.

Less easy was figuring out how you could use the information you found to your advantage, and at the moment, there didn't appear to be anything that could help you. Letizia seemed to still be in Canzas at the moment, which likely meant that she was spending time at her main house in the area. That wasn't great for you. Preferably, she would be out of town when you struck, because with the amount of staff and bodyguards that surrounded her, it was simply a smarter choice to wait for that home to have as few people inside it as possible, and you didn't want to wait another six months infiltrating the staff and earning trust.

No, it was better to wait when she was away – on business or leisure, you didn't care which. Just as long as she and the army of people she employed were gone. Because once that happened, you could sneak into her mansion, place the diadem inside, and then call in an anonymous tip that a piece of jewelry related to a mass-disappearance was in her possession. With the rumors of her being connected to the mafia, the police would use that as an excuse to gain entry, and then everything would crumble for her.

In that way, you could get your revenge.

Of course, she would know it was you. She'd let her contacts know as well, not that they'd be able to do anything. You didn't give out your real name or even let anyone in the underworld see your true face for a reason, and even with all the power that people like Letizia had, none of them would be able to hunt down a person when they didn't even know their name or face.

You would need to leave the area after this stunt, just to be safe, and that would mean starting from scratch and with little to nothing to your name.

But that was fine. You hated this place anyway. And with your ability, starting over would be easy. You'd just been hesitant to go through with it before due to the hassle.

You didn't care now, because you weren't going to roll over and let people walk all over you, no matter who they were.

The thought of all of it made you feel a little giddy. If everything went in the way you wanted it to, she would be disgraced, and depending on how public things became, not even her mafia contacts would be able to protect her.

Not only that, but the Phantom Troupe's attention would be directed towards her as well. No doubt they would have wondered who exactly was responsible for foiling their heist, and with a person taking that blame, they could very well take revenge on her. That would be another worry taken off your shoulders. Whether she lived long or not, that wouldn't be your concern.

That's what you get when you screw over the people you hire, you old bitch.

You made yourself take in a deep breath. Once more, you were getting ahead of yourself. As much as you wanted to relish in the thought of her comeuppance, you needed to actually enact your revenge first. Based on what you were seeing from the news about her, you weren't going to get that chance any time soon.

But you could wait. You didn't have the patience for another infiltration, but you could wait for an opportunity to present itself.

And when it came, you would take it.

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notglue-9 · 11 months ago

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About My AU

This is about how 8 souls in Minecraft afterlife,try to live in peace and harmony.

Random facts about world/lore:

• You can’t stay at night for long as your own nightmares and fears will begin to haunt you.

• Catnap has had corruption three times. And each time it gets worse and more painful.

• on a full moon in Cartoon world, Catnap will turn into that same creepy version of himself from his past life.

• Bobby: mother/big sister figure

Bubba: Big bro/Father figure

Kickin: best Bro/best friend

Hoppy: best sister/best friend

Crafty: comfort shy bestie

Picky: the same kind aunt who will feed and take care of you/sibling figure

• Catnap lives with Bobby or Bubba.

The guys built houses for each other while they were in the afterlife. And they built a House for Dogday in advance.

• It hurts Catnap to show other emotions with his mouth, so he always smiles. But in the animation "Overnight" he was so upset that he didn't care about the pain and to show his sadness to Dogday he erased his smile

About Medallions

medallions are their souls.

Catnap collects the negative emotions of other critters. This makes his medallion increase. Although he helps others, it’s worse for him if he collects a lot of negativity within himself. He's in pain and reaaally Sick.💀

Each critter has their own cracks in their medallions. They show their emotional state.

Why is Catnap's medallion different?

it’s just that Catnap is punished for what he did in a past life. He pays back by helping and providing therapy to others there will be a rollback from negativity only if someone helps him. But no one will help him yet. The worse the Catnap medallion stage, the more his voice disappears, his beautiful lullaby voice becomes either mute or creepy.

The reason why Catnap is still cursed with this "therapy" ability. He feels guilty for all his mistakes. And it haunts him. His guilt hits harder than other negative emotions of smiling critters.

Sometimes a big red cloud hangs over him in the shape of his past life. And until he forgives himself and does not help others. He will be forever cursed and suffer

Cracked or Cursed Medallions symptoms

When Catnap is too overwhelmed with negativity. He coughs up Red Smoke.

But it doesn’t affect the others in any way. Although other critters are scared by this smoke. Especially Dogday.

Broken medallions.

These are souls that have not found peace, traumatized, broken. They feel bad mentally.

About ARCS.

Arc 0. - Catnap's Therapy. Pilot lmao

Arc 1. - Eclipse, nightmares and dreams,"I'm sorry"

Arc 2.- Corruption,Hey Dogday,,the groundhog Day,comics about other Critters

Arc 3- (Red crescent arc) - Your face,Camping, Theatre, others in future

Arc 4.- After prank, overnight,Moon's everyday Life.

Arc 1- Everyone hates Catnap. They shun him. Beat him,kick him. Bobby was the first to befriend him.

Arc. 2.Catnap helps them cope with their traumas that have begun to appear and interfere with their lives.

Arc 3.They are all more or less well. Some notice Catnap's strange behavior. Dogday has a hard time accepting Catnap. He already wanted to more or less make the relationship better. But the Red Moon appeared.

Their voices ,Their speaking style

Dogday: The deep voice of a veteran who went through a 100-year war. But sometimes it changes to squeaky if it experiences strong emotions. He remained expressive, but his face is always angry as if it would bite you.

Catnap: Actually he was mute. But he was given a voice in the afterlife. He still can't get used to it. His voice is very gentle, cold and pleasant to the ear, like the Cradle. His voice is also designed for singing.

Bobby: Calming tone, tactile when communicating. Sometimes she makes beautiful speeches. And very chatty. Loves to gossip.

Bubba: Monotonous and calculating Voice. He speaks briefly and clearly. And doesn't gesture at all and he is very passive.

Kickin: He deliberately makes his voice tone rougher to seem cool. He comes up with different slangs and often makes funny gestures. But when he's scared, his voice becomes very squeaky and he chirps like a Chicken.

Hoppy: She has a loud and confident voice, like a fitness club trainer. She will never tire of shouting motivational words at you. She often jumps and runs around you. She doesn't sit still while she chats with you.

Crafty: A gentle and sweet voice, like a princess. She is often distracted and has Daydreaming Syndrome.

Loves fairy tales and everything that is not from reality. She can debate her point of view about creativity

Picky: She has a very fun and playful voice. But sometimes you don’t understand whether she’s happy or ready to roast you in a fire.

A truly charming farmer and chef. Loves the Western theme.

About Chronology.

First arc - Catnap enters the afterlife. And everyone will begin to take revenge on him in their own way. Only Bobby will be there for him

Second arc - Catnap helps all of his friends to help recover from their traumas, and slowly wins their trust.

Third arc - Everything will more or less calm down. Only Dogday has the most difficult period of acceptance. There will be a lot of adventure beyond this. And only when Dogday wants to fix everything. The red moon appears on the horizon

(camping, theatre )

fourth arc - is Catnap's self-exile. everyone misses catnap

Arc five- blocked

Arc six- blocked

#smiling critters au #mourningandmendingau #my au

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Salt's Sexual Harassment of OJ in Inanimate Insanity

this essay aims to prove salt is sexually harassing oj and that the show and the fandom take it much too lightly. it shows proof of her harassment and arguments as to why it is that, and why we should take it seriously.

table of contents

• proof of harassment

• “it's just unrequited flirting”

• “oj never says no”

• “salt is just a lesbian with comphet”

• “inanimate insanity doesn't have anything sexual in it/the harassment isn't sexual”

• “it's just a cartoon/it's just a joke”

proof of harassment

how is this sexual harassment? isn't it just unrequited flirting? there's nothing actually sexual about it, is there? well, I'm here to clear that up.

flirting is okay when it is welcome and wanted. if consent is removed or never given, and the person continues to repeatedly flirt with the other, it becomes sexual harassment. trying to force someone to date you over and over is sexual harassment. insisting someone is dating you and telling everyone that they are, when they are not, is sexual harassment. it is one-sided, forced, repetitive, and uncomfortable, which is what makes it sexual harassment. so let's see some examples of this behavior with salt.

semi descriptive video transcript:

the snowdown: salt implies that walking across the ice with oj is romantic, and he reacts with visible shock and discomfort. salt tells oj he's smart, then starts leaning towards him with mistletoe in her hand as he leans away with an uncomfortable expression. salt holds onto oj on the sled ride and he looks visibly uncomfortable, leaning away. once they reach the end, he looks upset but quiet. salt grabs him for a hug and he reacts with shock.

double digit desert: salt is unable to participate in the challenge, and oj is relieved, saying that her flirting makes him sick.

the great escape: salt sneaks up on oj while he's doing the challenge and grabs him in a hug, where he begins to panic and flail to try and get away.

breaking the ice: salt tells oj they can fix up the hotel together and drags him off as he literally yells “no”.

through no choice of your own: salt claims oj (who is dead and cannot say anything about this) is her boyfriend, gets upset when paper says he's not, then insists he's her ex at least.

objects in mirror: salt walks up to paper and oj and yells at them as they reunite. both of them react with anger and exasperation, oj explicitly telling her to please leave them alone. she is angry while being dragged away.

i also want to acknowledge some extra content here.

in the inanimate comic “complaints”, we see more evidence of her harassing oj, a LOT. all of these advances have been rejected, as she says herself, yet she persists.

and in the inanimate comic “everything's about-oj”, you can see oj's (and paper's) exasperation with salt as she shows up. she's wearing an oj shirt she apparently made herself, assumedly without permission (creepy). and there's an addition from brian to this comic.

this also has some proof of fan stalking oj, but this essay is about salt. knowing oj's “favourite hour to sleep” implies salt is quite literally stalking oj as he sleeps. the rest of the things she (and fan) know about oj are strange and unnecessary.

and here's a photo that exists in-canon where oj is physically pushing her away as she runs towards him and tries to forcibly touch him.

so let's look at some arguments.

“it's just unrequited flirting”

as explained earlier, flirting becomes sexual harassment when it is one-sided, non-consensual, and repetitive. oj is uncomfortable with salt's flirting and salt continues to flirt with him anyway for years on end, no matter how many times he rejects her advances. therefore, it is harassment.

“oj never says no”

oj does say no in breaking the ice. he also rejects her advances multiple times as salt mentions in the inanimate comic “complaints”. however, even if oj DIDN'T say no, that still doesn't mean this behavior is okay. he is showing signs of visible discomfort, he is not consenting, and he is frustrated. silence isn't consent. a lack of a no isn't consent. people can be scared to decline flirting, especially if they might be put in danger! and male victims can be afraid just like female victims are.

“salt is just a lesbian with comphet”

first of all, this is a headcanon, not canon. second, this doesn't excuse her behavior. no matter if it's comphet, psychosis, a program—she's still hurting oj. she is still sexually harassing him, no matter her intentions. whether salt is a lesbian or not, that does not excuse her harmful actions and how they cause pain and fear to oj.

“inanimate insanity doesn't have anything sexual in it/the harassment isn't sexual”

in the proof of harassment i gave earlier, you can see that salt forcibly touches oj without his consent (including when he pushes her away, leans away, or even outright says “no”), tries to force him to date her, and nearly initiates a kiss with him even as he's visibly uncomfortable and pulling away. this type of harassment IS sexually themed. non sexual harassment would be something like calling oj names, gossiping about him, typical bullying, etc. but this is specifically about dating, kissing, and touching him, and that is why it's sexual harassment.

“it's just a cartoon/it's just a joke”

why does this matter? because this is a show for children. no matter your age, this show is a cartoon aimed at kids (many, many people at the osc meetups are children or teenagers, in fact!). i, personally, have seen so many people say what salt does isn't sexual harassment, that it's funny to them, that it's just comphet, that it's just flirting, that it's okay. these are the lessons the show is teaching. it's hard to accept that something IS such a big deal, but what salt does is consistent, harmful sexual harassment, played as a joke. it's disrespectful towards real victims of sa and sexual harassment, and it makes it much harder for fans of the show to recognize when it may be happening in real life, either to them, a friend, or anybody else.

#inanimate insanity #salt ii #oj ii #ii oj #ii salt #osc #oj inanimate insanity #salt inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity oj #inanimate insanity salt #juice.txt #juice ramble

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rainrot4me · 5 days ago

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heyyy i really love ur writing and your interpretation of the creepy pastas. i don’t have a request, just had a question about how you characterize jeff.

you’ve mentioned before that jeff is heavily turned off by people not taking violence seriously, being violent to be edgy, and violence in general when he’s not the one delivering it. no violent movies, no violent songs that romanticize it…

soo….. what exactly IS, in your opinion, jeff’s relationship with violence? is killing just a necessity to him that shouldn’t be enjoyed?

and would he be upset with a partner who was also a killer/has killed someone or hurt others?

Jeff doesn’t kill because he enjoys the act—he kills because it scratches something raw and compulsive inside him. It’s a need, it’s a hunger he can’t stop. When others talk lightly about violence, like it’s a fun thrill or a badge of honor, it makes his skin crawl. In his mind, violence should never be trivialized. It’s something that has defined him, damaged him. So hearing people romanticize it or turn it into an aesthetic makes him sick.

He doesn’t want to share that with anyone. Not because it’s sacred—but because it’s his own festering burden. It’s private, warped, and tied directly to his identity. He doesn’t find comfort in others doing what he does—he finds discomfort in it.

It’s almost animalistic for him. Jeff’s urge to kill isn’t driven by power or dominance—though this doesn’t mean that he won’t threaten to establish those things. It’s the same way a wild animal lashes out when they’ve been stripped of food for too long, or how a wound festers and oozes. He sees his own violence as inevitable—a part of him he can’t purge. But not something he wants to celebrate. If anything, it’s isolating.

He can’t sit through violent movies or songs that glorify pain. They ring false to him. It’s like trying to watch someone play dress-up in a trauma he never asked for. He prefers silence. Realness. Or even humor—but not that brand of “edgy” humor where everything’s ironic murder and knives for style points. That’s fake to him. That’s poser behavior.

And what if a partner was a killer too?

It depends why they did it.

If they kill out of necessity (revenge, survival, trauma response) he can maybe understand that. He might even respect it—quietly. He wouldn’t talk about it, wouldn’t bond over it. But he wouldn’t judge. There’s mutual understanding there, like: Yeah. You did what you had to.

If they kill for fun or pride? Absolutely not. He’d recoil. He doesn’t want a Bonnie to his Clyde. He doesn’t want a partner who’s excited by gore, who wants to “outkill” him, or who jokes about stabbing people. That feels fake to him. Like they’re cosplaying something that fucked him up permanently.

He wants to protect his partner from the kind of person he’s become. If they cross that line, he might even feel betrayed—like they didn’t take him seriously when he said this isn’t the life anyone should choose. Bust mostly, he wants someone who won’t flinch when he reaches to them with blood-soaked hands.

TLDR: Violence isn’t cool to Jeff. It’s a personal demon, not a lifestyle. He doesn’t want a partner who’s also a killer—unless it was done out of trauma or necessity, and even then, he won’t bond over it. He’s turned off by people who glamorize death or pain. He doesn’t want a fan or a fellow killer—he wants relief from what he’s become.

꩜ .ᐟ

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ski0k · 3 months ago

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2003 teen titans really did a good job at depicting deathstroke’s ruthless and pedophilic behavior to a younger audience because I remember feeling unnerved whenever slade appeared on screen as a kid, but never really understanding why I felt that way?

like how in the season 1 finale, when he blackmails robin into being his apprentice, there was a point when slade told robin to call him master? like that is so incredibly creepy. not to mention he kept comparing himself to robin and manipulating him into thinking they were similar to one another, when the truth is, robin had traits that were similar to BATMAN BECAUSE THAT’S HIS DAD!!! also, speaking of dads, slade says something along the lines of becoming a father figure for dick, to which he responds with, “I already have a father” AND IT CUTS TO A SCENE OF BATS FLYING OUT?? chills down my spine. but then making robin steal from WAYNE ENTERPRISES on his next mission?? I’m guessing the in-universe explanation for this is purely a coincidence, since slade most likely didn’t know about robin’s relationship to bruce wayne, but the writers really cooked with this part

dick looked suuuper upset when he came face to face with the device that he was supposed to steal and even took the opportunity to run off when the titans arrived. can you imagine bruce’s reaction to finding out one of his offices got broken into and seeing his son on the security footage IN A SLADE UNIFORM? I want to be a fly on the wall when dick lays out his explanation to bruce, because there is no way in hell batman didn’t hunt deathstroke down almost immediately after

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Headcanons for each Logan in regards to the following please: 1. You're a virgin, he's about to be your first. 2. How he comforts you when you're upset. 3. First words and actions towards you after he rescues you from a kidnapping.

OO yes i love all these ideas If you don't mind I'm gonna split them up into 3 different posts! so this will be the first one!

(also if anyone wants to request specific logans to add like 70's or like an AU logan plz feel free. Im adding 70's to this bc it's perfect for him lol)

It's not full smut but I'll still warn for spice and ask that Minors DNI!

How the different Logan's would react to being your first

Origins Logan -

Ugh he would be so damn sweet and careful for your first time. I think he'd be a little hesitant as well because he's worried he's going to hurt you but he totallyyyy talks you through it. He also does a whole date before hand to help you relax. I'm talking a candlelight dinner into a nice relaxing bath into making out on the bed. Once he has you fully relaxed he makes sure you're okay and then he'll spend all night showing you just how you deserve to be treated.

Trilogy Logan -

Oh man his ego is relentless. He would be grinning from ear to ear like a total jerk when he hears you're a virgin. In the least creepy way possible it makes Logan so damn excited. He's a little worried about tainting you with his mess but fuck you're so sweet and you're trusting him of all people with this. Now just because he's cocky doesn't mean he's a total asshole about it. He will always make sure you're comfortable but he will tease you about it till you're too flustered to think. Of course he offers to be your teacher in ever aspect and will happily spend hours answering all your questions.

DOFP!Logan (gray hair) -

He feels guilty but also very intrigued. Like he's an older man now who should not be messing around with pretty virgins but he can't help himself. He may be wiser and kinder but deep down he's still the man he was all those years ago. He also guides you through it for sure like origins logan and just. Mmm fuck. He def grabs your face and checks in on you during it too to make sure and he absolutely demands that you call him sir and promises to teach you everything he's learned over his long life.

70's Logan (I'm adding him bc i just couldn't ignore him with this scenario)

He's so fucking filthy maybe you should never have told him. He fucking smiles like the grinch when you tell him. He's mocking when he tells you not to worry, that he'll take real good care of you and fuck you dumb until you can't even remember your name. He takes sooo much pleasure in know he's your first and being the one you trust with this just makes his ego go crazy. You beg him not to be so mean and he coos like the nice man he is and tells you he'll be on his best behavior. He does love it if you cry though but only because of how good it feels. He's also the guy to be like "make sure that whatever dick you sleep with next does this" and just like takes you apart so easily to prove he will always be the best man you've ever been with.

Old Man Logan -

He feels so horrible but he can't say no to you. He tries to talk you out of it. Like tells you he's not the man you should trust for this and to find someone who's less broken and can treat you like you need to be treated. He almost sees you like a fragile glass doll and he's a sledgehammer. But you refuse to budge. Trying to convince him that he's not going to break you and that you're an adult and you know what you want an you want him. He's not as athletic as he used to be so its much slower than he would like but he does everything he can to make sure it's a memorable experience. (It totally is)

Worst Logan -

Oh man so I said he was a shameful perv and I meant it. It should not turn him on as much as it does and he beats himself up for it mentally every time he so much as looks at you. You're innocent and kind and he's mean and old there's no way he can be the one to take that from you. He's like an animal though and when you look at him with those cute eyes and beg him to take your virginity he just breaks. He is a weak, weak man. He checks in on you a lot and makes sure he's not doing anything wrong. Almost too much because you just want him to hurry up with it at some points. But Logan is whining and panting as he shows you everything you've been missing. He does feel guilty but fuck it he'll repent later.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett headcanon

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rene-spade · 1 year ago

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my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid

growing up leclerc au !

fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family

part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes

synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red

WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut

carlos sainz.

“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.

“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.

You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.

“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.

“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.

With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.

“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.

“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.

“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”

“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mí, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)

“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.

He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”

“Why? Got anything weird?”

“Don’t say things like that, amor!”

♤ ♤ ♤

daniel ricciardo.

“Danny…?”

“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.

As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”

“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.

Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.

“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.

“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.

You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”

“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”

♤ ♤ ♤

max verstappen.

It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.

So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.

“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”

Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)

“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”

“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.

“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.

“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.

“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”

He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”

You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.

“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”

♤ ♤ ♤

oscar piastri.

“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.

“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.

“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Then get closer, I’m hot.”

You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.

“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.

You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”

“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”

“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.

“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”

You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.

You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.

Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”

Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”

“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”

♤ ♤ ♤

pierre gasly. | kika gomes.

“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.

Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.

“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)

Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.

“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.

Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.

“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.

The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.

“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.

“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”

You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”

“I’ll get it for her, mate.”

“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”

♤ ♤ ♤

Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.

note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles

thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?

- ren

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lanawinterscigarettes · 10 months ago

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Negotiations (Joe Goldberg x gn reader)

Summary: Joe puts you in the glass cage and makes you negotiate for your freedom

Warnings: typical creepy Joe behavior (implied stalking, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, etc.), the reader either doesn't understand the full gravity of their situation or just doesn't care

A/N: I realized I never officially wrote something for it so here y'all go (this was written super quickly so idk if it's any good or not)

"So I had to do it, you see. I had to get rid of them. I had to save you," Joe insisted frantically, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you.

You'd woken up in the infamous glass cage underneath the bookstore he worked at, curiously looking around. The only thing you'd said so far was to ask where to you, to which he replied "somewhere safe". Talk about ominous.

"What if I need to go to the bathroom?" You spoke up suddenly, as you soon realized upon inspecting the inside of your new home that there wasn't a toilet. There was, however, a bucket.

"Well..." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided the question. It didn't take much for you to put two and two together.

You gave him a look that was a cross between disgust and disbelief. "I can't pee in a bucket, Joe."

"I'm sorry, but I can't just let you out." He felt bad, sure, but he had to do this. He had to make sure that you were safe, even if it meant making you a little mad at him.

Crossing your arms, you turned in the opposite direction, refusing to look at him. Clearly you weren't too fond of your new living arrangements and were choosing to pout.

"Oh, come on, it isn't that bad," he lied upfront as he watched you. It was that bad, actually. Using a bucket to go to the bathroom was pretty gross.

And now he was starting to feel bad for putting you in this kind of situation. Anger was one thing, that he could handle. He could brace himself against that, or he rationalize away your worries or fears, but you seemed less genuinely upset and more annoyed than anything else.

He let out a heavy sigh as he contemplated his options. You were ignoring him, and he just couldn't have that. "If I let you out, you have to promise not to run away from me or anything like that. Understood?"

As if on cue, you turned back to face him again, a look of hope in your eyes. "Really?"

Joe tried not to let out a laugh when he saw you get close to the glass and press your face against it. "Yeah, really. Just- you have to move in with me. I don't want you living alone anymore. And I have to know where you are at all times."

Sure, he knew he could just follow you like usual, but he wanted you to be able to trust him. "And there's certain people that I don't want you hanging around anymore. Deal?"

Oh, god, what was he saying? This was going to be too much to put on you all at once. He should've just started with one small thing and gone from there, he shouldn't have given you an entire list-

"Deal."

Your voice instantly cut through his thoughts. Part of him wanted to believe you, even if he was a little suspicious that you'd agreed so quickly. Then again, you seemed so sincere, trusting even, observing him the same way anyone who truly loved their partner would: like he was the only thing that mattered.

"Could you let me out now? I really need to go pee."

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to the door of the cage and unlocked it, letting you out. "Remember what I told you, alright? I don't want to have to put you back in there," he tried to make himself sound stern, to show you that he wasn't playing around when he said that.

To his surprise, you responded by giving him a hug. "You're such a sweetheart, caring about me so much," you muttered affectionately.

He couldn't stop himself from melting into your touch. If this was an act, it was certainly working.

"I'll never, ever leave you."

God, you were going to be the death of him. "And I'll never let you go," he promised in turn.

He really meant it when he said that. He was never going to let you go. Not that you seemed to mind.

End notes: I don't know if this is any good or not honestly. I really wanted to write something for Joe but I was kind of at a loss for what exactly to write about so 🤷 send me some ideas though if y'all want

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thirteenheavens · 2 days ago

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hi love!! just curious what you think of vernon w a pregnancy kink? love your work! 🩷

Really,You don’t mind? || Vernon Chwe

Word count: 800+

Notes: I think hed be so shy and about it and not wanna show it god honestly these requests are too good

Vernon has always been fascinated by the idea of pregnancy, but he's never told anyone about his secret kink. He finds it incredibly attractive to see you carrying his child, your body changing and growing as the weeks go by.

However, he's too shy to bring it up to you, afraid of making you uncomfortable or weirding you out. Vernon watches you with a mix of love and desire, his eyes lingering on your swollen belly whenever you're together. One night, as you're cuddling on the couch, he can't hold back anymore. He gently places his hand on your stomach, feeling the baby kick beneath his palm.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "I can't believe you're carrying our child." He nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. Vernon's other hand slowly moves up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple. Vernon immediately realizes what he's doing and pulls his hand away, blushing furiously. He sits up straight, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice shaky. "I shouldn't have... I just got carried away." He runs a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed by his own actions. Vernon steals a glance at you, trying to gauge your reaction. He's afraid that he's made you uncomfortable or disgusted by his behavior.

"It's okay," you say softly, placing your hand on his arm. "You don't have to apologize. I know how you feel." Vernon looks at you in surprise, his eyes widening.

"You do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He's relieved that you're not upset, but also nervous about what you might say next. Vernon's heart is racing as he waits for your response, his hand still hovering near your stomach.

"Yes," you confirm, squeezing his arm gently. "I've noticed the way you look at me. And I know how much you love seeing me pregnant." Vernon's face turns even redder at your words, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He swallows hard, trying to find his voice.

"I... I didn't think you would notice," he admits, his eyes darting away from yours again. "I was afraid you'd think I was weird or something." You chuckle softly, moving closer to him.

"It's not weird," you reassure him. "It's actually kind of hot." Vernon's breath hitches at your words, his eyes snapping back to yours. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"Really?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "You don't think it's creepy?" He reaches out to touch your belly again, this time more confidently. His fingers trace the stretch marks that have appeared on your skin, marveling at the changes your body has gone through.

"No, I don't," you say, smiling at him. "I actually find it really sweet that you're so turned on by seeing me pregnant. It makes me feel wanted." Vernon lets out a shaky breath, his hand moving lower to rest on your hip.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he confesses, his voice thick with desire. "Seeing you like this, carrying our child... it drives me crazy." He pulls you onto his lap again, this time with more purpose. Vernon's hands roam over your body, caressing your curves and lingering on your belly.

"I can't keep my hands off you," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're so damn sexy." You can feel his hardness pressing against you through his pants as he grinds up against you. Vernon's breathing becomes heavy as he struggles to control himself.

"Can I... can I touch you?" he asks, his hands already moving to the hem of your shirt. You nod, giving him permission. Vernon quickly pulls your shirt off, revealing your swollen breasts and the growing baby bump. He groans at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You're perfect," he breathes, his hands cupping your breasts gently. "Every inch of you." He leans in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone and then to your chest. Vernon's tongue flicks out to taste your skin, his hands kneading your sensitive flesh. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it gently. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making you moan softly.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Vernon murmurs against your skin. "And your breasts are even more sensitive now." He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. His hands move down to your pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them off your legs. Vernon looks at you with a mix of admiration and hunger, his eyes raking over your body.

"I can't believe you're mine," he says huskily. "You're so beautiful, and you're carrying my child. It's like a dream come true."

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boredposts · 5 days ago

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Hii!! I just came across that post you did where hallucination Rosi takes off his mask and though it pretty crappy, I like the idea that he stopped looked like himself! I can't explain why but I think it add to this AU and I really like the idea! though it rise a question in my mind - what if somehow, law was able to see him like that without his mask? what do you think will be his reaction and what will Rosi do? after all we saw that Rosi still loves law so he probably won't want law to be afraid of him..

i really like your art btw! ❤️✨

Alright so I messed up a lil- I read it too fast and miss understood the ask! Buttt we still have art to work with!and my words to help understand!

First and foremost, the way Law ‘sees’ Cora in this is non canon to the story! There is a way for Law to see Cora in canon but this is not it. This is a bit memeish! And based off of @momosweetpeach weed comic!

This part is canon. Law does come see Doflamingo at some point in prison. He noticed him acting weird during their fight. He was always crazy and talking to himself but it was much worse now and Law had more doctor knowledge on these behaviors.

So he snoops and meets with Doflamingo for a basically unproductive conversation. Which isn’t unusual when talking to Doffy. He ends up leaving stressed and flat out annoyed. Though he still gained some knowledge from the meeting, Doflamingo still acted weird and clearly saw something Law couldn’t!

Yes I’m making him go home and get high to relax. It’s the only way this at all relates to momos comic lol-

Insert him thinking he’s going crazy like Doflamingo and heading straight to bed! He’s never exactly been sane so it isn’t to far off to say he could break at any moment. Though law considers himself to have a little more self control than that. But he fully believes Cora is a figment of his imagination based of his analysis of Doflamingo earlier.

Of course Cora isn’t technically a real ghost so it would really work like this but this is for fun so who cares. Corazon accidentally is more haunting to Law than he is to Doflamingo even when he’s more nice and childish. Laws just too freaked out by his dead benefactor hovering around him!

Eventually there would be some warming up to one another. Corazon coming off less creepy and Law being more relaxed than freaked out. After all being insane and seeing Cora is better than no Cora at all.

Once he finally sees Cora’s face, he’s not really scared or freaked. He’s seen a lot of morbid shit in his life and this wouldn’t be a breaking point for him. And he wouldn’t won’t to upset Cora by saying anything rude. But when he’s by himself, he’s heart drops. Not out of fear but grief. Cora was really dead and rotting. Even in a form like this his smile was tore and never to be the way he remembered. Some part of him will always miss the liveliness of the real Cora. Not some figment of Doffys and his imagination.

Againn! Not canon! There is only one way for law to see Cora and it’s def not weed lol-

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left4dead4everr · 9 months ago

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hiii! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some yandere Josh Washington x gn!reader headcannons?

Like what attracted him to them, how he gets closer, creepy tendencies of his, etc etc

maybe how it changes before and after his sisters go missing?? Or just after, whichever you like!

Thank you so muchhh!!

Yandere!Josh Washington hcs

Pairings | Yandere!Joshua "Josh" Washington x GN! reader hcs

Game | Until Dawn

A/n | oh, I'm more than willing! Thank you so much for the ask! Honestly, Josh, as a yandere, is something I absolutely LOVE! I will say this one part gets a tiny bit suggestive, so fair warning for that x

-Oh, where to begin with josh

-Let's start with how he was before his sisters went missing

-Ever since he met you in his psychology class, he had a massive crush on you. Falling in love with how you think, act, your humor, all of you. Everything about you caught his attention and gave him something to look forward to throughout his day.

-Once you two became friends, you were inseparable! Practically attached at the hip!

-Eventually, Josh brought you to meet his other friends and even his sisters, beth and hannah, inviting all of you to the anual blackwood getaway!

-All of you quickly got close, which Josh loved. He wanted you to bond with his family and friends. He wanted you to become more a part of his life than you already were

-Well, he wanted that until one day, Mike took a chance to hit on you while hanging out. The moment he heard him talking to you in such a way, he felt jealous, a pang in his heart that he didn't quite understand.

-For a little while, he actually felt bad for feeling jealous. I mean, you two weren't together, so what should it matter to him..?

-From that day forward, he'd try to get you as far away from Mike or anyone who would flirt with you while still trying to make it seem as if he wasn't doing a thing

-To say he's in love with you is really an understatement.. He's infatuated with you. Somehow, some way, you managed to sneak into his mind and infect it. All he could think about was you, how you were, who you were talking too it was all so much for him and he didn't want to tell you what he was feeling I mean you'd totally think he was a creep

-So, for a while, he kept things casual. He kept acting as if he had just seen you as a friend, but behind that was something more;

-He had picked up these small..habits of following you around the campus of the collage you both went to. He'd watch you intently when you weren't looking. Scanning up and down your body practically undressing you and thinking about what it would feel like to have you all to himself, your bodies close together, he'd even take pictures of you while you weren't looking

-Part of him is ashamed, but that part he tried to keep dead silent.

-Now as..tame..as he was then after his sisters went missing things got so much worse

-You were there for him after the news of what happened got out. You were caring, loving, and oh so kind. That was your first mistake.

-After days of being taken care of by you, having you by his side nearly 24/7, and being checked up on by him, his infatuation grew into obsession.

-Just as you plauged his mind before, you did it again. This time, you were the only thing he could think about at all times. No one else mattered. You cared for him and loved him. You were obviously saying you were his.

-Whenever you would try to leave his house because you had work or classes or even just had things to do in your personal life, he'd get upset. Did you not love him enough? Do you not care for him? Maybe you just want him to rot away alone after losing his sisters. Why were you trying to leave him?

-His behavior got increasingly worse. Screw trying to hide his feelings for you, he made it clear he loved you. He was infatuated with you..24/7 love bombing always came from his side. Somehow, some way that led to you and him being together.

-When he wasn't telling you how much he loved you, needed you, cared for you, and showering you in compliments to the point it made you feel as if you were suffocating he often would guilt you if you tried leaving the house without him or do anything without him really. throwing himself in your arms and sobbing, muttering things about how he couldn't live without you, and at a certain point, he fully convinced himself that was true.

-Constantly he is at your side, he just wants to show his love. It's not like you're trapped or anything but if you go out he goes with you..if you talk to someone he find out who they are and all of their personal information just incase they get too close and well if they did, they'd be in for a rude. Rude. Awakening.

-Ignore how you haven't seen them in weeks! I'm sure their fine!

-Josh is just doing what he can to keep you in his life. To show you he loves you and you love him..right?

#until dawn #josh washington x reader #josh washington #until dawn x reader

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autumnywinter · 1 year ago

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could you do some yandere elliott nsfw? i need this man like i need air to breathe i swear-

Just had a surgery this morning, I hope this is coherent because I still feel a lil groggy haha. I tried to make the reader as sexually neutral as I could since I don't do that very often. I hope I did decently ^^;

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, masturbation, sex toy usage, general creepy behavior, gender neutral reader, no sex specified for reader

For hours at a time, Elliott would follow and stalk you (although he would put it into more light terms) as you went about your business. He wanted to be near you at all times, but the crowding might have scared you away so he made do with spying.

Sometimes Elliott would pretend to accidentally bump into you in town, acting as though it was coincidence that you were on the same street and walking in the same direction.

When you were gone, he sometimes snuck into your home. At first, he would only go to touch your things, the things that had touched you and smelled of you. He would hold up your shirt to his face and breathe in the smell, trying to simulate your embrace.

It wasn't as good as the real thing by any means, but it satiated him for the time being.

He grabbed a discarded pair of underwear on the ground, and didn't even think about his next actions. He brought it up to his face and shakily inhaled. A choked moan escaped his mouth.

Just as he was ready to pocket it and leave, he heard the front door open. He didn't have enough time to crawl out of the window, so he frantically locked himself in your closet. It wasn't the first time he had been in there without your knowledge, but it still filled him with panic each time.

His heart raced as you walked in, humming softly. He peered through louvered slats and saw you taking off your clothes. Elliott covered his mouth with his hand to keep from moaning aloud. His cock throbbed, and he felt ashamed.

You weren't a mere object for his satisfaction, but he couldn't help himself.

You stripped down completely, and he nearly came in his pants when you removed your undergarments and dropped it on the floor. This was so much better than watching you undress through the window.

Sure, he always had binoculars or a camera on you, but the visual was never enough. Now you were just a few feet from him, body ready to be ravished and worshipped.

It took every fiber of his being not to come out of the closet and do it himself. The anticipation was too much. He began to undo his fly as quietly as possible.

He watched as you slowly and sensuously rubbed yourself. He imagined it was him you were thinking of.

Next thing he knew, he was using his free hand to bring the underwear up to his face. It smelled just like he imagined it would, your scent driving him wild.

Like fate, you flopped on the bed and grabbed what he recognized as a dildo. As upset as he was you were using other toys when you could be using his very-real cock, his disdain melted into pleasure again once you started fingering yourself, preparing yourself for it.

He imagined he was the one preparing you for his own cock. He imagined his fingers deep inside you, gently caressing your warm, wet inner walls. He would coax you open, until he would be able to replace his fingers with his leaking cock.

Not without pampering you beforehand, of course.

He ached for you, and had to finally free his erection from the confines of his pants. He shuddered from the cold air against his burning flesh.

He spit into his palm and stroked himself to the rhythm of your fingers. Normally he never used his own spit, but he was too frenzied to care.

The underwear pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, and he felt more drunk than if he had chugged an entire keg of beer. The scent was pure you, and he would never have it any other way.

You started teasing yourself with the toy, just about the size of his own cock. He wished it was him, filling you up and making you cry out in ecstasy.

A beautiful moan escaped your lips once you slid it inside, slowly. 'That's it, theeere you go, sweetheart,' he cooed to you in his head. He started stroking his cock slower, only to imagine it was him pushing inside you at such a gentle pace. He could be so sweet to you if you just gave him a chance.

You rocked yourself back and forth on the dildo, making a motion so mesmerizing to watch. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even if the view was obscured.

Elliott didn't notice he was drooling pathetically, but he didn't care.

He sped up his pace to yours again. He felt so dirty watching you like this, but he felt too good to stop.

Suddenly, you switched positions and the view got a little better. Now Elliott had the full picture of your entrance accepting the toy so readily.

He envisioned himself hovering over you, and kissing your soft skin while moving in and out of you. Oh, what he'd give to have your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

The scenario was set clear in his mind. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he'd make love to you on the bed. The lighting would be dim and sensual, with his scented candles burning pleasantly. He would treat you to a full-body massage first, getting you all loosened up before he made sweet love to you. He would whisper how much he loved you in your ear and cover your face in kisses. He'd make sure you climaxed first, before taking his own.

That is, if he could even control himself. He had came in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just looking at you. He was barely hanging on at this point, but he tried to wait for you to finish first.

Your shift in moans showed you were getting close, so he brought the undergarments down from his face and to his cock. He wrapped them around himself and ardently stroked his cock.

His breath hitched at how intimate it felt, using the garment as a tool for masturbation.

He was teetering on the edge when you suddenly cried out in your orgasm. The noise was a symphony to his ears, and he came soon after.

For a moment, he saw stars. He had masturbated to you countless of times before, but that was the best orgasm he ever had.

His vision returned, and he felt disgusted with himself. He had came in your underwear. He couldn't return it to you now; he was supposed to leave no trace behind. He supposed it'd make another good keepsake.

Elliott's attention turned back to you. You were covered in sweat and catching your breath.

He wished he could cuddle you afterward, stroking your hair and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd give you a nice bath, and then order something nice from the restaurant for take-out, since you'd both be exhausted. He knew how much you loved your take-out, anyway.

Elliott rearranged himself into his pants. You stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and he quickly gathered your discarded clothes from the floor, along with your used toy.

He wanted to use that opportunity to leave, but he was still too busy composing himself.

You entered your room again with your regular night clothing and passed out on your bed. Elliott peeked through the slats of the closet again to watch you sleep for a couple minutes. It was such a gorgeous sight.

Finally he opened the door, gauging your form for any signs of reaction. He silently sighed in relief when you didn't move. He did his best to not step on anything that would creak under his weight and had to stifle a chuckle. You kicked your covers off of you in your sleep.

He risked pulling them back over you and taking that moment to stare once more at your relaxed expression.

One day you'd be his. He considered himself a patient man.

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