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solxamber · 2 months ago

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Burn Wild — Leona Kingscholar x reader

Always so close, yet so far away. Leona pushes it down—he keeps pushing and pushing, until one day, he lets it break.

(it's a happy ending, i swear)

Leona Kingscholar has always known his place in the world. From the moment he learned to walk, to stand tall under the endless, unforgiving sun of the Sunset Savanna, he has been acutely aware of how people see him. They don’t need to say a word—he feels it in the heavy silence that follows him into a room, in the guarded glances cast his way.

Most are terrified of what he represents: the second prince, a shadow of the royal bloodline, someone who could inherit a kingdom but never will.

Others fear him for his strength, the quiet, coiled power beneath his lazy exterior, or for his sharp tongue that cuts deeper than any blade, cleaving through pretense and weakness alike.

“Lazy,” they whisper behind his back, as if the word can sum up the depth of his disdain for this farcical game of status and power. “Unmotivated,” they say, because they can’t understand why someone with the world laid at his feet doesn’t fight harder to claim the throne, to claw his way up and tear it from his brother’s grasp.

They’ll never understand. They’ve never felt the weight of a crown that will never be theirs, the hollowness of a title that means nothing but second best. Let them carry that burden for just a day, and see how long they last.

He could laugh at how little they know.

If he could trade this title, this empty prestige, for even a sliver of genuine acknowledgment, he would. To be seen—not as a prince, not as some spare destined to live in the shadow of his older brother—but as Leona, the man. The individual.

The soul that yearns for more than the scraps of attention thrown his way, like bones to a dog. But life, he knows, isn’t fair. It wasn’t made to be. And for someone like him, it never will be.

So he doesn’t hope for fairness. He doesn’t look for understanding. Instead, he pushes it all inward, presses it deep into the corners of his heart where no one can touch it.

When people try to get close, when they think they can soften his edges or pry into the depths of his guarded soul, he meets them with sharp words and a glare that freezes them in place.

They’ll never know how much easier it is to be feared than to be seen, how much safer it feels to keep everyone at arm’s length.

He is second in line, but he’ll never be second to anyone. He’ll make sure of that. He’ll keep himself locked away, out of reach, untouchable.

If they can’t see past the crown, past the sharpness in his words or the laziness they accuse him of, then they don’t deserve to know him. Let them think he’s content in the shadows, in his naps and biting remarks, in the mask he wears so well.

There’s no use wishing for something different. He’ll never be number one, and that’s a truth he’s long since swallowed. But even so, a part of him, buried deep where even he rarely dares to look, still longs for more.

For a world where he isn’t just the spare, where he isn’t second to anyone. A world where someone might see him—not the prince, not the title—but just him.

But that world doesn’t exist, and it never will. So he keeps it all buried, locks it all behind a wall of indifference, letting the bitterness settle in his bones. Maybe, in the end, it’s enough to live in a world that has no place for him.

At least that way, no one can ever mistake him for someone else’s second choice.

Leona doesn’t actually nap. He just lies there, eyes half-lidded, watching the sky or the flicker of light on the walls. Sleep doesn’t always come; it’s not that he needs it.

No, it’s the weight of disinterest, the apathy that’s soaked deep into his marrow, making it seem pointless to do anything else. Why bother? When every glance cast in his direction is the same hollow reverence for a title, a prince without a crown.

When no one bothers to look past that thin veil, why should he try to show them anything more?

There’s a strange kind of comfort in that inertia, a quiet understanding that nothing will change. People like things easy, predictable.

They would rather see the lazy, unmotivated prince who naps through life than ask why. It’s easier for them, and maybe even for him.

But then, there are those like Ruggie. Leona likes people like him. At least Ruggie’s honest. The kid wants what he wants, makes no illusions about it. There's a rawness to his hustle, the clarity of someone who doesn’t pretend to care about who Leona is beyond his utility.

But you? He never bothered to learn your name, never even gave you a second thought. You would be like the others, surely. Just another face in the crowd. Another person who would pretend to care, only to be drawn by the allure of who he was supposed to be.

So when he overhears your voice one lazy afternoon, chatting with Ruggie like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he almost doesn’t bother to look. Almost. Boredom, though, is a dangerous thing, so he tilts his head just slightly, his gaze barely cracking open to take you in.

There you are, talking, smiling with Ruggie like you’ve never had a care in the world. He watches the way you casually hand over your lunch, like it’s the most effortless gesture. Not out of obligation, not for any hidden motive. Just... because.

It grates on him. That smile of yours, that careless generosity. It makes something bitter stir in his chest, gnawing at the edges of his quiet disdain.

You have no idea, do you? That simple act, that thoughtless kindness—it’s not going to change anything.

It won’t make the world any softer for you, won’t stop it from grinding you down until you feel as jaded as he does.

He closes his eyes, shutting you out, trying to shake off the irritation curling around his ribs. Maybe that’s the thing that gets under his skin the most—that privilege of yours, of someone who hasn’t been broken yet.

Of course, life never lets Leona catch a break. He’s dealt with enough by now to know that any moment of quiet is always followed by something—someone—determined to disturb his carefully cultivated indifference.

This time, it’s you. Paired with him for some group project. The usual routine would be simple: the others would either be too intimidated to approach him, or they’d accept a bribe, a few coins to make it easier on both sides. But you? No, you seem hellbent on dragging him into this.

He still remembers the first time you approached him after class, all bright-eyed and earnest, asking for his number like you had no idea who he was. No idea what kind of reputation he held.

He stared you down, letting his eyes narrow into the glare he knows works every time—cold, dismissive, enough to make anyone with half a brain turn and scurry away. But you didn’t.

You tilted your head, smiled at him, as if the weight of his stare didn’t bother you in the slightest. That moment felt like a spark catching in the dark, a flicker of something unfamiliar in his chest.

But Leona, who has long since mastered the art of burying unwanted feelings, shoved it down without a second thought. That’s how it’s always been. If something gets too close, too real, he locks it away, deep beneath layers of practiced indifference. He’s never let anyone chip away at that wall, and he’s not about to start now.

Yet, you’re relentless. No matter where he goes to escape, you somehow find him. He’s sure Ruggie’s been eating like a king for weeks, considering how often you bribe him for information.

You show up in the strangest places, dragging your backpack along, always with that same smile. And, slowly, Leona starts to let you in—not that he’d ever admit it. Not out loud, not even to himself. But for the first time, he lets someone work with him, just to get you off his back.

But there’s something else too. Leona struggles with control. His whole life has been shaped by what’s been taken from him, what’s been denied. Every opportunity to exert control, to hold power, he seizes it, because it’s the one thing that can’t be stripped away.

So when he gruffly barks orders at you, expecting a flash of resistance, a bite back, he waits. And again, there’s that smile. That stupid, persistent smile. You don’t challenge him; instead, you calmly suggest changes, as if negotiating with a lion was just another part of your day.

And for the first time, Leona feels that flicker in his chest burning a little brighter. He doesn’t like it. It’s unfamiliar, and everything unfamiliar is dangerous. That’s the mistake he made before—letting himself believe that anything good could come from letting his guard down. He locks it down again, hard, throwing the key to the furthest corner of his mind.

He won’t make that mistake again. He’s too old, too wise for that now. But the flame, small and stubborn, remains.

Leona Kingscholar knows exactly what he's capable of. Spelldrive isn’t just a game for him—it’s an arena where his talent roars, where his strength becomes undeniable. He knows he's good. Better than most, and yet… not better than him.

Malleus Draconia—towering, unbeatable, and utterly maddening in his ease. The prince of the fae seems to glide through every match, effortless, as if strength itself bends to his will.

And it gnaws at Leona, festers in a corner of his mind that he tries to forget. Malleus has everything Leona could want—power, status, recognition. And the worst part? It’s never enough for Leona to just be good, not when he knows that the world will never see him as anything other than second best.

Another match, another loss to Diasomnia. Another bitter reminder that no matter how hard he fights, talent doesn’t always win. It’s routine now, this pattern of disappointment, of watching the scoreboard flash their defeat while pretending it doesn’t matter.

His teammates look to him with expectation, but Leona only feels the dull weight of inevitability. It’s almost boring how predictable it all feels.

So he does what he always does—retreats to a corner, far from the chaos and the murmurs of his dorm. If the world insists on making him second, he’s learned how to disappear from it.

Leona stretches out, the familiar lethargy settling in like an old friend. His mind tells him to sleep, to let the world fade for a while, but it’s not sleep that drives him here.

It’s the apathy, the exhaustion that sinks deeper than bone. It’s the bitter taste of realizing that no matter how sharp his claws, no matter how strong he is, there’s always someone stronger.

He doesn’t expect anyone to follow him. But the soft rustle of footsteps makes his ear twitch, and he cracks an eye open, irritation already curling in his gut. It’s you. And for a brief moment, he waits for that stupid smile—the one you’ve been plastering across his path ever since you barged into his life. But today, there’s no grin, no lighthearted quip. You look at him with something else. Concern.

Leona stiffens. He knows the look of pity well enough to recognize it, but this isn’t pity. No, this is something far more dangerous—concern. For him. You sit beside him in silence, no words, just the quiet presence of someone who isn’t there to challenge or undermine, but simply to be there. And then you hand him a bottle of electrolyte water, no fanfare, no explanation. Just a gesture, simple and clear.

It feels like a sudden shift in the air. Like a trap laid bare, exposing parts of him he thought he’d buried beneath layers of resentment and indifference. Leona feels naked under your gaze, like you can see past the layers of arrogance and self-assurance, straight into the parts of him he doesn’t let anyone see.

He can’t decide if he wants to snap at you, tell you to leave him the hell alone, or if he wants to let himself drown in the unfamiliar warmth of your presence.

He knows you’re friends with them—Diasomnia, Malleus, all of them. You’re in their orbit, always close enough to the winning side. You could be anywhere right now, basking in the afterglow of another victory, but you’re not.

You’re here. Sitting beside him, looking at him as though he isn’t second. As though he’s worth more than what everyone else sees.

So he asks you, with a low growl edging his words, why the hell you’re here. And your answer is so simple it almost infuriates him. You wanted to be here with him. No pretense, no hidden motives. Just that.

Leona should push you away, should throw up every wall and bury whatever strange warmth is trying to flicker to life in his chest. But instead, he does what he’s good at—he pretends none of it matters.

He settles down again, using you as a pillow, as if this were nothing more than another nap, another way to escape.

But when your fingers brush through his hair, slow and gentle, something inside him stirs. The flames he’s kept buried for so long, the ones he’s always tried to suffocate, flicker just a little brighter. For the first time in a long time, Leona lets them. Just this once. Just for a moment.

Leona doesn’t waste his time on other people’s messes. Why should he? If someone gets tangled up in their own poor decisions, they ought to figure it out themselves. No one ever held his hand, no one pulled him from the darkness when it crept too close.

So he’s learned to stay indifferent, aloof—disconnected from the endless chaos that surrounds him.

So when he sees you in the middle of a heated argument, your back up against the metaphorical wall, three people towering over you, he tries—he really tries—to let it slide. It’s none of his business.

You can figure it out. Why wouldn’t you? You’re always smiling like the world bends for you anyway, always so… relentless. But there’s something about the way those three loom over you, the sharp glint in their eyes, that makes it hard for him to settle back into the lazy apathy that clings to him. He closes his eyes, feigning disinterest, willing himself to ignore the situation.

But then, he hears something that makes his ears twitch, something that slices through his indifference like a blade. You're defending him.

Defending him as though it’s second nature to you, like it’s not even a question. He strains to hear the words, letting them wash over him like a foreign melody—merits he didn’t even know he possessed, traits you speak of like they’re so obvious, like you’ve been holding them in your heart all this time.

It’s the strangest thing. The tension in the air thickens, the argument escalating, voices growing sharper. And before he can even think about why he’s doing it, Leona Kingscholar stands.

He pushes off from his nap spot, his movements slow but deliberate, each step carrying the weight of something he doesn’t quite want to acknowledge yet.

When he gets close, the three people glance at him, and his glare alone is enough to send them scattering, as if the storm that rumbles within him could tear them apart with just a look.

And then there’s you. Standing there, looking at him with that same damn smile, as if the danger you were just in doesn’t bother you at all.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, rough, the edges of frustration still clinging to it. He grabs your wrist, dragging you to a secluded corner, out of the public eye, his grip firm but not harsh.

You blink up at him, unbothered by the ferocity in his eyes, and answer with a simple shrug. "I was just telling the truth."

"It doesn't matter if it's the truth," he snaps, the words leaving him more sharply than he intended. "You could’ve gotten hurt, idiot. You don’t need to get involved in something like that. Especially for someone like me."

For a moment, he expects you to falter, to back down like everyone else always does when they realize the danger. But you don’t.

You stand your ground, and that damn stubbornness that seems to be the core of your being lights up in your eyes. "Leona, I’m not gonna stand there and listen to them trash you. You’re more than they’ll ever understand, and I won’t pretend otherwise. I’m not afraid of them, or anyone."

He stares at you, something twisting deep inside his chest. In the middle of this argument, he realizes something he’s never let himself believe before: you chose him. Not out of fear, not out of obligation, but because you genuinely see something in him worth defending. You chose him, even when it meant putting yourself at risk.

Before he can stop himself, before his mind can catch up to what his heart is screaming, he pulls you close, crashing his lips against yours. The world seems to tilt, everything else fading as your hands reach up, steady and sure, pulling him closer. You kiss him back without hesitation, and when you finally break apart, you press your face into his neck, shy but somehow still so sure.

When you whisper softly, your breath warm against his skin, “I chose you, Leona,” the words settle into him like a promise. His chest tightens, the flame that’s been smoldering for so long finally breaking free, burning brighter and wilder than he ever thought possible.

He lets it. He lets the fire consume him, for once not pushing it down, not pretending it doesn’t exist. Because for the first time in his life, Leona Kingscholar is someone’s first choice.

And he lets the flames burn wild.

I'm not even kidding I made myself tear up while writing this because he's so special to me.

Masterlist

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sgt-tombstone · 2 months ago

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Like A Baby

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Ghost sleeps like he’s in a coffin

On his back, straight as a board, arms crossed over his chest, the whole nine yards

When Soap and Gaz see him do it for the first time in the field, they think it’s a joke, that he’s leaned into the whole Ghost thing a little too hard. They think it’s funny, albeit slightly disconcerting

But over the course of several missions, they realize that Simon genuinely has no idea that he does it. He goes to sleep laying down like anyone else, in whatever position is most comfortable in the middle of an op, but as soon as he slips unconscious, his body naturally arranges itself into the most macabre position possible

They want to tell him about it so badly, but Price convinces them not to. He doesn’t tell them why, he just says that it would be a bad idea, and they trust him enough not to push it

Until Soap lets it slip one night while they’re at a bar, makes a stupid joke about Ghost “sleeping like the dead” that Gaz laughs a little too hard at and they only realize their mistake when Ghost’s eyebrows knit in confusion. So they fess up, reluctantly, and tell him that he sleeps like a corpse. Arms crossed and everything. He refuses to believe it at first, because denial has always worked for him in the past, and he wouldn’t put it past the sergeants to pull his chain like this, especially since they don’t know. But then Soap says he’ll snap a picture the next time he sees it and Ghost starts to get scared

Sure enough, two weeks later finds them in the middle of fucking nowhere in the middle of the fucking night, and Ghost settles down against a wall that’s more rubble than structure. He resolutely stays sitting up because he desperately wants to prove the sergeants wrong, but as soon as he falls asleep, his body slumps over and turns until he’s on his back, arms crossed, spine straight. Soap snaps his picture and feels guilty about it all night

When he wakes up the next morning, Ghost’s first words to him are, “show me,” and Soap should know better but apparently he doesn’t because he pulls up the picture. It’s dark and slightly blurry but unmistakable. Like a fucking corpse

It sends Ghost into a tailspin. The only reason why he doesn’t lose it completely is because Price is there to hold him together. Instead, he shuts down. It feels like a betrayal from his own body, his own mind. It’s a sick joke, a cosmic ‘fuck you’, a trauma response of epic proportions. He’d escaped his own grave, but apparently his sleeping mind didn’t know that

When they get back to base, no one sees or hears from Ghost for close to three weeks. Soap is losing his mind, Gaz is ready to tear the base apart to find him, and even Price (usually very used to Ghost’s moods) is visibly worried. Finally, Soap corners him in the sniper tower where he’s been taking stim packs and caffeine pills in an attempt to avoid sleep altogether. Soap damn near drags him, stumbling and off balance from exhaustion, to bed. Despite how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep, his heart and mind racing with panic at the thought of his unconscious body forcing him to become a corpse again

Right up until Johnny lays down next to him. And then his mind goes blissfully quiet. His heart is still pounding, but for a completely different reason as Johnny curls his body around Simon’s, arranging their limbs in such a way that Simon couldn’t possibly straighten out. It’s the warmest he’s ever been, the most comfortable he’s ever been. With his arms around Johnny and Johnny’s head tucked under his chin, he falls asleep effortlessly

When he wakes up, the first thing he mumbles is, “how did I…?” but he can’t bring himself to finish it, terrified of the answer. Johnny just smiles up at him, mohawk askew and cheek creased from being pressed against Simon’s shirt all night, and says, “like a baby.”

Simon never sleeps like he’s in a coffin ever again

#idk I think it’s interesting if Ghost’s trauma is remembered by his body but not necessarily his mind #trauma built into his bones and muscles but not his brain #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #tombstone's epitaphs #tombstone's ficlets

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rottenfyre · 1 month ago

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⸻ ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ʏ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ⸻

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Fem Reader

Headcanon: how would he be when he's obsessed?

Note: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Wade notices you during a routine grocery run, of all places. You’re just minding your own business, deciding between two brands of pasta, when you laugh softly at a joke the store clerk makes. That laugh? It’s like Cupid’s arrow. Except Cupid’s been replaced by Deadpool, and instead of an arrow, he’s throwing knives.

At first, Wade convinces himself it’s just a harmless crush. "She’s just a cute, innocent civilian! Nothing to see here, folks!" But then you smile at him one day when he’s pretending to be lost in the store (he’s not lost, he’s following you), and that smile? Yeah, it’s burned into his brain like a bad tattoo. It’s over for him.

Obsession kicks in faster than a chimichanga order at his favorite food truck. Wade starts shadowing you. He calls it "protective surveillance." Others might call it stalking. To him, it’s romantic. He knows where you work, your favorite coffee order, your pet’s name, and, oh yeah, your emergency contact info because he’s totally hacked into your phone. "It’s not creepy if it’s for love, right?"

Wade leaves little “gifts” for you. At first, it’s innocent: a bouquet of flowers mysteriously delivered to your desk at work, with a card signed “Your Secret Admirer xoxo.” Then it escalates: tickets to your favorite band (how does he know??), a sweater in your exact size, and, uh…a suspiciously clean skull with a note: "He was thinking bad things about you. You’re welcome. Love, Wade. P.S. Hope you like bone décor!"

When you finally meet him in full Deadpool gear (because of course he crashes your evening walk to "rescue" you from a totally harmless raccoon), Wade is… well, Wade. He’s charming in that over-the-top, inappropriate way. He cracks jokes faster than you can process them, and you can’t decide if he’s insane, hilarious, or terrifying. (Spoiler: He’s all three.)

Wade doesn’t see himself as a villain in your story. He sees himself as your knight in bloody armor. He’s convinced the world is full of people who don’t appreciate you the way he does. He’s not above breaking into your apartment to leave notes of affirmation or making you dinner (which you find out about when you come home to a table set with candles and a smug Deadpool sitting in your chair). "I’m like Martha Stewart, but hotter, funnier, and with a body count!"

He adores you. Like, worships the ground you walk on. You are, in Wade’s mind, the single greatest thing that’s ever happened in his miserable life. He talks to himself (breaking fourth wall) about you constantly—sometimes out loud, even in public. "Did you see her today? She wore that cute little sweater I like. God, I’d kill for her. Wait, I already did! Add another tally to the scoreboard, baby!"

Wade is insanely jealous. He doesn’t see you as property, exactly—more like a priceless artifact that no one else should touch. If anyone flirts with you, they’re immediately labeled as “a problem.” And Wade? Wade solves problems. Permanently. Sometimes with a grenade.

Despite his insanity, Wade genuinely tries to make you happy. He tones down the murder (a little) when you make it clear you’re not into the whole “blood and guts” thing. He’ll still threaten anyone who looks at you wrong, but hey, progress, right?

Wade's softer side shines through in quiet moments. He’ll hold you close when you’re upset, whispering (weirdly comforting) jokes in your ear. He’ll memorize all your favorite things, so he can surprise you with them when you’ve had a bad day. He may be psychotic, but his love is as real as it gets.

But make no mistake: Wade will do anything to keep you by his side. He’ll manipulate, scheme, and murder his way through any obstacle standing between you and "happily ever after." And if you ever tried to leave him? Oh, honey. Don’t even think about it. "We’re meant to be together, Y/N. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like chimichangas and guac. Like…me and you. Forever. Whether you like it or not."

Obsessed Wade is intense. He’s equal parts terrifying and oddly endearing, which makes him a constant rollercoaster of chaos. At the end of the day, his love is as messy and unpredictable as he is—but hey, at least he’ll make sure you’re never bored.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ.

#🕊️. marvel #ㅤㅤ⠀ㅤ 𓇼ㅤ ㅤ𓂂ㅤㅤ ˚ㅤㅤ ◌ㅤ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ㅤ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏#deadpool and wolverine #deadpool x reader #dark deadpool #deadpool x you #yandere marvel #deadpool x y/n #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #yandere wade wilson #marvel #marvel x reader #deadpool x fem reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere

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starkeyisthelastname · 6 months ago

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okay, in reality this is a very small moment between them, but it is different and gives everyone a little background on our favorite pornstar. they’ll get there I promise ⭐️

It had been like any other night the two of you had together. A few hours of nasty and brutal sex with him finishing by painting your insides white. It was hard to say why the two of you were falling for one another as the two of you had only been fucking and nothing else. Sure, both of you were very physically attracted to each other, but had yet to really learn anything else about one another besides each other’s sexual needs. He had been struggling within himself to try and get to know you more, not that he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of opening up to someone when everyone else in his life had burned him.

But as he watched you slide your shorts on, he blurted it out before he could take it back. “Do you, uh.. smoke?” He asked, scratching his head. He hadn’t had a normal conversation with a girl since maybe high school, and felt almost embarrassed that he didn’t even remember how to be flirty. He was so use to just bluntly asking a girl to fuck, and not caring about anything else, besides getting pussy, this was going to be hard for him.

You tried your best to hide the shocked look on your face as he asked the question, his normal response after the two of you fucked was usually ‘I’ll text you later.’ You couldn’t help but giggle softly, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, but I’m not rolling.” You said, watching him let out a genuine laugh. Something that made you feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies.

Sitting on his couch and not fucking was something entirely different for the both of you. You had been wanting to get to know Rafe for a while now, but he seemed so closed off that you knew you’d get rejected. He had been defending you on social media, and making comments to you that you were his angel, and that your pussy was made for his dick, as well as the statement that stuck out to you, which was “What are you doing to me?”

“So, what made you get into the fucked up world of porn?” Rafe asked, blunt between his lips as he lit the end of it. It was a simple question, but something he had been wanting to know.

“Oh.. well. I started an Only Fans, kinda just for fun and to gain followers I started posting on Twitter. One of my videos went viral and I was contacted by an agent, asking if I’d ever considering to professional porn. Maybe it was a little desperate, but I love sex and never been camera shy.” You said with a shrug. It hadn’t exactly been your career goal, and you knew you wanted more one day, such as a husband and kids.

Rafe couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle as he blew out a thick cloud of smoke. Your reason was so much more simpler than his, and it made him fucking terrified to even begin to his story. As he handed the blunt that he had rolled to you, his stomach dropped when he heard you ask the same question he had just asked you. Oh great..

“I love to fuck, and knew I had a big dick.” He said, nonchalantly. It was an asshole of an answer, he knew it. He just couldn’t seem to tell you how it started and how it led up to him being the way he was now. He hadn’t opened up to anyone about his past, and that was one big reason he was so brutal, because of the pent up hurt and anger he had. What you didn’t know was his cocaine addiction had gotten so out of control that he had stolen a large amount of money from his father to get more to fuel his fiend. He had gotten into porn industry at first for some quick money, he knew he was attractive, loved pussy and was well hung. It was his first scene filming with a well known female actress that had been in the scene for a long time that kicked off his career. He had completely dominated her, and the addicting feeling he got from treating someone so brutally during sex, was an entirely new high. He had traded one addiction to another, and he got paid real well, especially the more popularity he gained. At one time he didn’t know anything else but living off his wealthy father and once didn’t know what it meant to own things for himself. Now he had everything he could ever want. His own place, a couple nice cars, and a job he really did love. Or so he thought he did, until he met you. He didn’t know you if he was being honest, but knew there was something there than he wanted more of. Maybe even… needed.

No matter how arrogant he was, or how attractive, or how good he fucked, he was still lonely at the end of the day. His family had disowned him, meaning he had lost one person in particular he was very close to and that was his youngest sister, Wheezie. His friends he once had, had gone off to do things better such as become doctors and lawyers. He had lost everyone, and making the step to become close to someone again was very hard for him. He wanted it though, and the more he saw you, the more he kept thinking about retiring his name in the porn world.

You had always been good at reading people and watching Rafe sit there and think, you knew there was more to the story. More than anything, did you want him. Even if you didn’t know him well, you felt a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Handing him back the blunt, you took a small sigh. “I don’t think that’s the entire reason.” You said softly, being honest with him for the first time. “But maybe you’ll tell me more one day.” You hoped he did, because as addicted as you were to the sex, you were begging to break his wall down.

Rafe wasn’t use to someone calling him out, and if it were anyone else he would have probably snapped, but with you it was little boost of confidence he needed to start being more open with you. “Maybe my angel, but in due time.” His tone softer than usual. He was Rafe Cameron though, and a knowing smirk ran across his face. “Keep lookin at me like that, and I’m gonna fuckin rail you again.” He said, and despite the grin you knew he was being serious. Him calling you ‘my angel’ definitely had your pussy fluttering.

He wasn’t perfect, but it was a baby step in the right direction of him finally making you his girl.

#rafe cameron #pornstar!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron concepts #rafe concepts #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx #obx smut #outer banks

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lilmoonbunny · 9 months ago

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Crush; Bo Sinclair

Bo has a crush, but so does Lester.

Warnings: Jealous!Bo, swearing.

Bo Sinclair was an asshole, anyone who knew him knew this fact, however, there was a side of him – albeit rare – that could be kind and loving, although, there was only one person who he deemed worthy of this side.

Y/N was everything that Bo was not: sweet, kind, caring, and loving. She was any man’s dream. Perhaps this was why Lester craved her, much to Bo’s dismay.

Whilst Bo’s initial craving for her was lust, it soon transformed into genuine feelings, something which terrified him. He didn’t believe that he could love, nor did he think he was worthy of being loved.

“Bo,” Y/N whined, capturing the mechanics attention as he lay beneath a truck. She watched as the man rolled out to look at her, oil clinging to his face.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I’m bored,”

With a roll of his eyes, Bo pushed himself back underneath the truck, turning his attention back to the job at hand. He enjoyed her company he truly did, but there were times when he couldn’t stand to be around her. It was nothing personal, he just didn’t know how to control himself.

The revealing clothes that she was wearing in the summer heat left little to the imagination and Bo almost wished he could take a picture of her, capturing her in all her glory, not that he would ever admit he saw her that way to anybody besides himself; he often struggled to admit it to himself.

He could feel her eyes on him, although he didn’t know why she was so focused on him, but it made it hard to focus. What was supposed to be an easy job was suddenly made harder with her focus solely on him; he almost felt insecure. Almost.

Bo knew he was both attractive and charming, but when around her he couldn’t help but wonder if she saw him the same way. In fact, that was something he pondered often. She was Vincent’s friend, that was how he came to know her and how she ended up residing in Ambrose after a ‘complication’ with her previous partner.

He remembered the nights she spent crying whilst Vincent comforted her, both with hugs and pats on the head which Bo found odd as Vincent was not one for physical touch. Bo would never admit he was jealous, and besides, he wasn’t aware of his feelings then.

The feelings came rushing to him one night as he found her in the kitchen. She was making a coffee after giving up on sleep a little after her breakup. Tears stained her cheeks, be it from the bad memories or the breakup itself, and Bo couldn’t remember the last time he had cried or seen somebody cried; maybe it was Lester when they were younger, he wasn’t sure.

“Sorry,” she had apologised to him. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Bo hesitated for a moment, something that he wasn’t used to. Sure, he had talked to her a few times, but rarely alone. He wasn’t big on conversation with new people, let alone friends of Vincent.

“It’s fine, don’t worry ‘bout it.” Came his response, shocking them both.

“Are you sure?”

“Course, s’pose it’s your house too for now.”

Little did he know, she would become a permanent resident in the Sinclair household.

“Thank you, Bo,” she smiled sweetly at him, and despite the tears staining her cheeks, he found her beautiful. He knew in that moment that he wanted her in more than a sexual way.

“Why are you staring?” Bo asked from beneath the truck.

Y/N paused for a moment, mouth opening and closing as she struggled to form an answer. “Admiring the view, I guess.” She said with a shrug and Bo could feel his cheeks warming but he simply blamed it on the heat; ignorance is bliss, after all.

Never in his life had he thought he would feel this way and it was terrifying to say the least.

“Oh, hi, Lester!” Y/N grinned, unable to see how Bo’s eyebrows furrowed and a frown formed on his lips. “How are you?”

“I’m all right, Y/N/N. How’re ya?” Bo could hear the smile as Lester spoke and his frown grew.

Y/N’s attention turned from Bo to Lester, red dusting her cheeks from the summer air, and maybe because she was called out for staring.

“I’m good! Me and Bo are just working. Well, he’s working and I’m just sitting here.” A giggle fell from her lips and both the men’s hearts warmed.

As Lester and Y/N’s conversation continued, Bo found himself zoning out, anger forming in his chest. He hated them interacting, having known about Lester’s feelings for his ‘crush’ for a while now. Even if Lester wouldn’t admit it, Bo knew; he always knew.

Rolling out from beneath the truck, Bo spoke. “If you two want to carry on talking, can you do it somewhere else!?” He snapped, immediately regretting it upon seeing the way Y/N’s face dropped. He did debate apologising, but his ego was too big to do so.

She paused for a moment before lifting herself to her feet, silently nodding before walking away, Lester following like a lost puppy.

Bo’s anger continued to fester for the rest of the day, even as he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

“Hi, Bo,” Y/N greeted him, but it went ignored as Bo removed his boots.

It was safe to assume that Bo was in one of his usual bad moods and Vincent had signed to her that it was best to ignore him when he got like this when she first came to stay. It was the unspoken rule of the house, so she turned her attention back to the television in front of her.

Bo, of course, was paying attention and seeing that Lester had left had his bad mood calming slightly, his tense shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. A quiet sigh of relief was next, although it went unheard by the woman that held his affections.

“I see your little boyfriend left,” Bo broke the silence.

“Boyfriend?”

“Lester.”

“He’s not my boyfriend…?” It was safe to say that Y/N was confused.

“He seems quite smitten on you.”

“I don’t see him that way.”

Bo relaxed some more and this time it didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, nor did his dilated pupils. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what that meant.

As she stood up, a plan formed in her mind, but if she was wrong about this, she risked ruining everything, including their close friendship.

What is life without a little risk? She reasoned with herself.

Bo watched her as she moved closer, eventually standing in front of him and toying with the collar of his thin jacket, fixing it despite knowing that he would remove it soon.

“There is somebody I see that way, though,” she said, looking up at him with a coy smile that had Bo’s heart racing.

“Is that so?” He muttered, watching her closely.

“Yeah,” her smile grew, hands reaching out to grasp his face, taking it slowly and gently so that he could pull away at any time.

But he didn’t pull away, in fact, he couldn’t resist any longer and his face dived down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

She could taste a mix of cigarettes and beer on his lips, but it wasn’t something she minded; it was very Bo and she loved him for who he was, flaws and all.

Whilst her hands gently cupped his cheeks, Bo’s reached out to lightly grasp both her waist and the back of her neck as he continued to kiss her. It was something he didn’t want to pull away from. The sensation of her lips on his and his hands on her had his heart beating a million miles per minute and the feeling itself gave him a high better than any drug ever could.

When they separated, Y/N’s gaze turned downwards, a dark blush coating her cheeks.

“I didn’t know if that was a good idea,” she admitted. “I’m hoping it was.”

Bo paused for a moment, feeling as though he was unable to speak. “I think it was,” his voice was quiet yet filled with emotion which was unusual for the man. “As long as you liked it, then I think it was, at least.”

“I did like it,”

Bo smiled, and whilst it was a small smile, it was noticeable to her.

“So did I.”

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shizuturnspages · 1 month ago

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Hii❣️

I love all your works! I only found your account recently and I love it so so much! Thank you for doing this for all of us!

If you don't mind, can I request (separate) Yandere head annoys for Xiao and Cyno. No pressure if you can't, but if t you can thank you so much in advance!

❤️❤️❤️

Oh, you’re too sweet! I live for this chaos, so of course, I’ll hook you up with some yandere headcanons for Xiao and Cyno. These two are already intense in their own ways, and dialling that up into yandere territory? Chef’s kiss. Let’s dive in!

Yandere Xiao

❥ Xiao doesn’t like sharing, not even a little. If someone dares to get too close, you’ll see that sharp, cold glare, and they’ll feel the weight of his silent warning. “You shouldn’t trust them,” he’ll say, his voice low and almost trembling—not out of fear, but anger at the thought of someone taking you away. He won’t hesitate to scare people off, and if they persist? Well, let’s just say Xiao’s adept at making problems disappear. Permanently.

❥ Xiao’s approach to keeping you close isn’t openly violent—it’s subtle and guilt-inducing. He’ll remind you of the pain he’s endured, how you’re his only solace in a world of suffering. “You’re the reason I haven’t succumbed to the darkness,” he’ll say, looking at you with those hauntingly beautiful eyes. It’s not a threat, but it’s heavy, binding, and impossible to ignore.

❥ He doesn’t mean to trap you, but Xiao’s paranoia runs deep. He’ll insist on keeping you far away from crowds, whispering about the dangers of the world. He truly believes he’s doing what’s best for you, even as his presence starts to feel like a cage. “You don’t need them,” he says softly. “I’m all you’ll ever need.”

Yandere Cyno

❥ His obsession comes with a self-destructive edge. He’s terrified his karmic debt will hurt you, so he keeps himself at arm’s length—but only physically. Mentally? He’s always there, his thoughts consumed by you, his every action driven by the need to keep you safe. And if he ever feels you slipping away? That fear might just drive him over the edge.

❥ Cyno’s yandere streak stems from his sense of justice—he genuinely believes he’s protecting you, even when his methods are extreme. He’s the kind of guy who’ll eliminate threats with a calm, methodical precision, then look you in the eye and say, “They were dangerous. You’re safer now.” It’s not up for debate; he knows what’s best for you, and you’re going to see that, whether you like it or not.

❥ Cyno doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does? Run. He won’t lash out at you—it’s not your fault, after all—but whoever dared to steal your attention? They’re done. He’ll make sure they regret even looking your way. And when he’s done, he’ll come back to you with that same calm demeanour, acting like nothing happened. “Don’t worry about it. I took care of everything.”

❥ Cyno has rules, and he expects you to follow them. He doesn’t cage you physically, but he controls your environment—who you meet, where you go, and what you do. If you challenge him, he won’t raise his voice; he’ll just tilt his head, that dangerous glint in his eyes as he says, “Why would you go against me? Don’t you trust me to keep you safe?”

❥ Cyno’s obsession has a unique twist—he jokes about it. His humour can be unsettling, a mix of genuine affection and ominous undertones. “You know,” he’ll say with a rare smile, “if anyone tries to take you away from me, I’d have to enforce some very... permanent laws.” You laugh nervously, but deep down, you know he’s not entirely kidding.

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earako · 2 months ago

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Saw de-aged Stan stuff and wanna join the Ford realizing Stan was a baby when he was kicked out bandwagon

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Their niblings had just celebrated their seventeenth birthday a week ago and Ford couldn't help but think about just how young his niblings are.

Babies...the both of them. It didn't matter if they would be old enough to start college soon, Mabel and Dipper were still children and the thought of either of them on the streets, cold, hungry, and alone filled Ford with a rage so intense he genuinely scared himself.

How anyone could look at a 17 year old child and think that they could survive just fine on their own without a home, friends, family, or a high school diploma truly baffled Ford.

Seventeen...it was right there in the name. Teen. A child. Not an adult.

Seventeen year olds still needed guidance and correction. They still needed to be taught what 'better' meant because how could they know better if they had no reference for what exactly 'better' looked like.

A seventeen year old kicked out on the street nowadays would result in steep consquences for the offending party. There would be an investigation, law enforcement, organizations that didn't really exist back when Ford and Stan were kids would get involved.

Stan...

Stan was seventeen when he was kicked out. Ford used to convince himself that Stan had left willingly. He was too old now to delude himself with that lie.

Stan, little seventeen year old Stanley, was forced out of his home.

Ford tried to imagine Dipper and Mabel out on the streets. He tried to imagine them with Stan's scars, he tried to imagine their niblings scared, paranoid, ravenous hunger making their little teenage frames shake-

"It was wrong."

"Ford?"

"What Filbrick did," Ford growled, turning to face his brother. "What our father did was beyond inappropriate-" Ford gestured to where Mabel and Dipper were passed out on the lawn, napping in the noon day sun.

They wanted to spend one more summer in Gravity falls before heading off to their final year of high school.

They were so young.

Stan was so young.

"You were Mabel and Dipper's age," Ford continued, "It was wrong." To Ford's dismay his brother just shrugged.

"Yeah, well. Different time and all that." Ford pratically bristled at Stan's nonchalant response.

"If what happened to you happened to the twins you'd be furious-hell, I would be furious!"

"Keep it down, pointdexter, you'll wake the kids!" Stan hissed, his eyes darting over to their still asleep niblings. Ford clamped his mouth shut, slowly exhaling, and closed his eyes.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

Stan.

"Look, I appreciate you going all big brother mode but honestly, what could you have done?"

"I could have stood up to Pa."

"After you thought I had betrayed you?" Ford was silent.

Stan...Stan had a point. Ford was angry and hurting and not thinking about the reprecussions of his fathers actions or of closing the curtains on Stan.

He could have done something though!

...Right?

"Ford, we were the same age. You were a kid too when that happened. We were kids raised with being angry and terrified of our dad as something normal. We couldn't do better then because no one ever showed us what better looked like."

'Like the twins,' went unsaid but Ford already knew thats where Stan's train of thought was headed.

Ironically, their great niece and nephew had to be the ones to show them what an actual loving family looked like.

(No offense to Ma, Ford adored his mother, but she was also a woman of her time...and a compulsive liar...hm...maybe he should take up Shermie on that offer for a therapist recommendation...)

"...I just...seeing now just how young you were..."

"Again, we were the same age, Ford." Ford huffed.

"I still say it was wrong. What Filbrick did."

"I know," Stan said, reaching up to squeeze Ford's shoulder. "Give yourself some slack too, bro. Both of us were young and hurting. But now we're old and making things better." Ford sighed and lightly tapped his fist against Stan's chest.

"And people called you the dumb one?" Stan rolled his eyes and groaned.

"You killed the moment. Good job."

"I try."

#gravity falls #j writes stuff #stanley pines #stanford pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #I still dunno how to write endings ahhhhh #anyway have a silly lil thing #with Ford trying to be a big brother #and Stan being way to chill about his childhood-

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rotten-pomegranate · 3 months ago

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day five: hunter/prey with yandere mahito

@aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: hunter/prey, mentions of geto getting to use reader, Noncon, pain

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When he said he had a fun game to play, you should’ve known from the start fun for him would mean terrifying for you

And it will be, he brought you to the dark woods explaining that he’s gonna chase you

“I’m sorry, your gonna chase me?” The desperate tone in your voice was slipping out

“Yes! It’ll be so fun and that’s not even the best park, if I catch you if I catch you before 20 minutes I can do whatever I want to you”

That beaming smile he always has is still ever present while he talks about hunting down and raping you in the woods

“I’m gonna give you a three minute head start” three minutes is all you get

You look back up at him “I-if I win do I get anything?” He takes a while to respond

“Hmm, maybe a blanket or some new books, anyway your time is probably only two minutes now so you better start running”

What, of course the time already started, you take one last look before sprinting off into the dark woods

You run and run as deep as you can “ok I’m gonna come find you now”

No, no, fuck, your feel like a rabbit being hunted by something larger the life

You keep running until you hear him, oh my god he’s close, already? How, you ran the whole time

You find a tipped over tree next to a wall of rock and dirt to shimmy behind

His footsteps, you can hear them now, getting closer “y/nnnnnn, where are ya I’ve only got ten minutes left”

Thank whatever higher power was watching out for you

His footsteps got closer to the tree, closer again, and then further

You let out a sigh of relief at the same time you get grabbed and yanked by your hair

“I found you”

“Ahh” you cry out when you thrown against the ground

He climes on top of you and starts slobbering into your neck right away “ahh I’m so happy I found you”

He’s quick to rip your cloths off and then his, he’s never been one for waiting

trying to crawl away does nothing as he grabs your ankle and roughly yanks you back to him

Your back scarps against the cold forest floor and his face is in you neck sucking and biting like he had to let people know you where his

“Ahh I know I didn’t do anything but I think you ready to take my dick” no, what, you definitely aren’t ready

“B-but mahito please, you might hurt me”

His hand you’d to you pussy and spreads you open “well that’s to bad isn’t it, i want you as tight as you can be”

He spits on you like your nothing before rubbing it in, oh god that felt awful

He doesn’t care about your pleasure but having your pussy wet was way better then going in dry and forcing the wet out

“Ahh ok I’m gonna go in now” he limes himself up with you hole the same time you grip you eyes and clench your fists preparing for the most intimate pain possible

And why? Just because he can, he can make you feel this pain so he will

“Ahh!” He pushes in all at once, it was to much, your body wasn’t built for this

“Oh y/n, you just feel to good you know?” You couldn’t hear him, he no new that, the pain was to much for you to focus on anything else

It gets worse when he starts moving in and out at that inhuman pace he seems to think is normal

All you can do is latch onto his biceps and dig your nails in deep

Jesus, he was getting bigger, he was expanding inside you, making it grow

You really did feel helpless when he did this, you where helpless, it shows how little he thinks you capable of, so little he lets you run away into the dark woods because he knows he capable of hunting you down

“Ahh I’m gonna cum ok?” It wasn’t a genuine question, he does everything he wants, doesn’t listen to anyone but the black haired man you’ve been offered to multiple times to which he gladly accepted

The abnormal about of cum he produced straften flowing in and leaking out of you coin sized hole that’s stretched far to much right

“Ahh ok let’s walk back now” he pulls out and stands up to get dressed while you try to match his pace

“I heard of another thing we can do but I wanna save that for a different night, ahh good a warning, maybe you can prep your body

Prep your body for more abuse hopefully after healing from this one

When you manage to get all you cloths in one pile he speaks up “hey, I want you to walk back naked”

You look up with horror “w-what” it was a 20 minute walk back to the sewer at the least

“I, want you, to walk back naked”

Well, not like you had a choice, what mahito wants, mahito gets after all

#mahito x reader headcannons #mahito headcannons #reader x mahito #mahito x reader smut #mahito headcanons #jjk mahito #jjk #mahito smut #mahito x reader #mahito #mahito x you #kinktober

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nymph-ette111 · 7 months ago

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Hello again! Its me the one who requested the proxies with a forest ranger S/o

I sawed your post and kinda went 😮 when I found out forest rangers and fire looksouts aren’t the same thing too ngl. I originally got the idea when I watched/played ‘Fears to fathom: Ironbark lookout’. I actually looked it up and I guess the correct term would be “Park ranger” (I still don’t know bro I could be wrong) but I originally got the idea from the fears to fathom so I guess you could kinda base it off that (minus the cult) but I just thought it would be a cool idea. Like for example on the fire watch aspect, Tim is chronic Smoker and Toby is canonically a pyromaniac (idk about brain in this situation) so like Tim could be smoking or toby could be setting something on fire and you would be side eyeing tf out of them. OR, You could just be trying to peacefully sleep in your watch tower (assuming there is one) and One of them would be knocking at your damn door/window in the dead ass of the night and your just there either terrified, confused, or annoyed (its up to your interpretation).

But anyway sorry for the ramble and confusion, As always I appreciate you and hope you have a wonderful day (remember to drink water) buh/bye now <3

(♡) Authors note; in my old author's note I literally said it was inspired byironbark lookout but then I hesitated bcs I thought it wasn't what you're looking for. good thing I didn't delete the previous work :3 SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I DIDN'T HAVE ANY MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING :(

HOODIE;

-before the relationship between you two, he knew about your job as a park ranger/ fire lookout.

-actually, he knew about everything. From the tasks you usually handle to your working schedule.

-the reason he didn't kill you off was because part of your job is keeping campers away from the unregistered camp grounds which was quite convenient on his part. (Perhaps convenient for all of them)

-that way he wouldn't risk getting caught on the way/back from a mission, even though he usually drives to his destinations with a beaten up old truck. He knows how nosey some people are and would definitely pull a curiosity move and possibly find his resort.

-but he also couldn't let you run around freely around the forest either, he just kept an eye on you for a while in case you were too close to finding out about his...'business'

-i can see him stalking you slowly seeping into his routine. could be out of curiosity or genuine interest.

-during your relationship, he'd drop by from time to time in the watch tower even though it's against the rules. He'll be careful, he says.

-he's still an asshole very much like his friends, would probably disregard his mudded hiking boots by the entrance and just throw himself on your bed. Not caring if whatever substance he was covered in (blood) stains your bedsheets or something.

-to make up for it he cooks you food with whatever ingredients you have to offer :3 I like to think he's a good cook, staying out in the forest for long periods of time gained him that skill.

-if he isn't too busy, you two would watch the scenery together :) a little nice bonding moment.

MASKY;

-sigh... This motherfucker would NOT be good company for you at all.

-you could be sleeping peacefully just to wake up and find him standing at the foot of your bed just...staring.

-he's making sure they don't get you lol

-who the fuck is "they" (...does anyone get the reference)

-steals any lighters he finds in the shack just to light up his cigarettes.

-yes, when he puts out his cigarettes he just throws them on the ground. not caring if it's against the rules to litter the forest. at this point they're all trying to get you in trouble whether it's intentionally or not.

-unlike Toby, he doesn't help around that much with your tasks.

-if you manage to convince him to bring up some firewood from the shack so you can light up the fire, just praise him. it's enough to boost his already humongous ego and he might consider helping every now and then just so you could call him your strong, manly boyfrie–

TOBY;

-This stupid fucker would send you disturbing messages on his old ass flip phone at night whenever you still have the planks up.

-some shit like 'i c yu :-)'

-... yeah he never likes typing his sentences properly because he still uses those number keyboards (I don't know what they're called)

-it gives you a heart attack everytime untill you look out the window and see that it's Toby being a weirdo again.

-like anon said, he always sets random stuff on fire which always gets him in trouble, you end up reminding him that you aren't the only fire lookout in the forest and that another worker will report it.

-he doesn't listen.

-he definitely scares off any campers in areas they aren't supposed to be. Hey, at least he isn't completely useless!

-the opposite of Brian/Hoodie, instead of cooking for you he absolutely ravishes anything you have in the fridge.

-no, he isn't sorry.

-other than the things that he does to piss you off he actually does help from time to time like helping you fill in the service reporting— using the anemometer, checking the thermometer...etc

-he thinks the devices look neat :)

#♡⁠˖⁠꒰nymphette writes #divider by pommecita #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #hoodie x reader #mh hoodie #hoodie marble hornets #masky x reader #mh masky #masky marble hornets #ticci toby creepypasta #creepypasta masky #hoodie

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crazylittlejester · 9 days ago

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More about Time and Twi in your modern au pleaaaase 👀

ofc ofc!! i love to talk about these guys :3

- Twilight is Time’s sister’s kid, but she and her husband both passed so Twilight fell into Time’s care when he was 13 months old. Time and Malon are the only parents he’s ever known (he’s always known they’re technically his aunt and uncle, that was never hidden from him, but to him they’re mom and dad and he calls them that). Time and Malon couldn’t have had their own children and were going to be adopting anyway and though initially they’d planned on adopting more than one kid, Twi is an only child

- When he was little, Twi was really just Time’s little buddy. He’d follow him EVERYWHERE and get genuinely very upset if Time didn’t take him with him somewhere, though Malon talking quietly to him and just physically being there was always enough to calm him down again. Daycare did not go very well, the other kids stressed him out too much and he missed Time and Malon so badly he’d sit as close to the door as physically possible and he was just so distressed because he’d been ‘left somewhere’ that after like a month of trying, Time and Malon eventually just kept him on the ranch. Kindergarten also failed miserably, but because the ranch is so far away from things and other people they really really didn’t want to homeschool him because they wanted him to get to interact with other kids so they tried again for first grade and Twi DIDNT spend the entire first day crying so they counted it as a success (though he didn’t say a word to anyone all day, not even the teacher). EVENTUALLY he made a friend (Ilia), but it really did take him a few months before he spoke to anyone at school

- The first time he ever saw the goats Twilight just became OBSESSED with them, and he was too little to do a whole lot to ‘help’ take care of them, but Time would hold him and let him gently pet the goats and call it ‘helping’ so Twi could feel like he did something (ofc as he got older Twi started GENUINELY helping out on the ranch, but little baby Twi got to help by petting goats and it made him happy so Time wasn’t about to take that from him alksdkdk). Time also lifted up baby Twi to pet Epona and Twi just adored her so so much, Time will never be able to not smile at the memory of how big Twi’s eyes got with pure wonder and amazement when he put his little hand on Epona’s nose

- Time is the reason why at eleven years old Twilight was terrified of the muppets. They watched Muppets Most Wanted and Twi (bless his heart) was a little bit scared of it, and Time thought it’d be funny to put a bunch of pictures of evil Kermit all over the house as a joke and Twi ran into one in the dark and well, Time paid for his stupidity by staying up all night with his poor child (Twi’s not scared of the muppets anymore, but his heart WILL start beating faster and he does feel a little anxious if he runs into anything kermit related where he isn’t expecting to)

- Time would not call himself an anxious parent and Malon would very much like to disagree with him because he is SO overly worried about something happening to Twilight after Twilight at nine years old hopped off a horse a little carelessly because he was trying to be cool and ended up tripping, falling, and splitting his head open and poor Time just saw his kid go down and go limp and then there was blood just EVERYWHERE, and another time when Twi was 15 he almost died and Time was the one who was with him then too. Twi doesn’t feel like Time hovers over him by any means, he feels loved and like Time really cares about him, but Time’s genuine fear that Twilight is going to die or get seriously injured in some bizarre accident has led him to check his kid’s location at 3 in the morning (now that Twilight at 21 years old has been living in the apartment with Sky and War for 2 years) to make sure he made it home safely, and he’ll also pace and it drives Malon INSANE (she loves her husband and she understands his anxiety and she really wishes there was something she could do to help him calm down, but HE stresses HER out with the pacing and nervous muttering). Twi is well aware Time has his location, he also has Time and Malon’s and he doesn’t care that they can see where he is. He knows it makes Time feel better to be able to check in on him and also it’s very useful for when he texts and says he’s on his way to the ranch because its a decently long ass drive and then Time and Malon can see how far away he is (Twi also has War and Sky’s locations, and they have his)

- Time paid for Twi’s first tattoo after making him save up for it because he wanted to make sure that Twi was both serious and also going to be financially responsible enough to save for something he wanted while also being able to buy the things he needed, and he let Twi keep the money’d saved for something else. He’s paid for a few others too, and a couple piercings

- Twi really looked like a mini Time growing up. He has a much darker skin tone and brown hair and eyes, but his face shape and like his facial structure are identical to Time’s and the resemblance is so strong people have never doubted Time being his dad (even though he’s technically Twilight’s uncle)

- Twi and Time both have a habit of collecting strays, and they’ll bring them home to Malon and take care of them on the ranch until they can find the animal a nice home or release it back into the wild, though about four dogs now have been kept around because Twi and Time got too attached, as well as a couple cats and one person (War) /hj

#jes ask #jes’s miscellaneous modern au #lu twilight #lu time #linked universe #linkeduniverse

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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Back at it with more Shadow Company Moose

cause apparently my life revolves around him now @cod-dump

Big boy Moose falling perfectly jn line with Soap's type. Big, strong, intimidating but quiet, deep voice, all of it.

Soap being the type of person to flirt casually with people whose company he genuinely enjoys.

Soap flirting with Moose after getting to know him a bit better. Moose being flattered but not into Soap (as far as he's aware)

But then Moose overhears a conversation between Soap and Ghost and realizes Ghost is flirting right back. He's not jealous or hurt or anything (he's learned that's the type of friend Soap is and stuff). No.

He's actually terrified.

He's never heard anyone flirt back so openly with Soap before. Sure he's heard Gaz flirt back but the shit Ghost is saying to him shouldn't even be considered flirting. Its filthy and then Moose is backpedalling out of there so fucking fast.

He's terrified because "holy shit Ghost and Soap are together and Soap is flirting with me. I'm gonna be the reason their relationship ends and then Ghost will actually kill me and no one will know the truth."

The next day Soap wants to spar with him. Moose has learned by now that Soap enjoys challenging himself by taking on the guys that are definitely bigger and stronger. Moose accepts because he's now scared of hurting Soap's feelings and getting put on the top of The Ghost's hit list.

They're sparring and it's going well for Moose, actually. He's so close to stopping it, he doesn't want Soap to embarrass himself. But then Soap flattens him. One second he's standing tall and confident, the next he's on his stomach with Soap pinning him down and holding one of his legs as leverage.

Moose gives Soap his compliments. He's never been taken out so fast and brutally before, especially not by a guy that's almost a foot shorter than him. Soap grins at him, and there's an almost evil glint in his eyes.

"Felt good to finally get you underneath me." Soap says, the most blatant flirting he's ever done with Moose. Moose doesn't react, just kinda scoffs a bit and shakes his head.

Then he notices a certain looming shadow in the corner, skull mask tilted to the side as the wearer assesses him with a cold, judging gaze.

Suddenly Moose is bright red and booking it out of there.

He really doesn't want to linger on what Ghost means by telling Soap "Very good, Johnny. Think he'd let you do it again?"

#I don't know what this is #I think I got possessed or something #I blacked out writing this #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #shadow company ocs #shadow company #Shadow Company Moose #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, threats, violence, isolation, abduction

Yandere Alphabet

Ryomen Sukuna

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🗾Sukuna isn't one from whom you will get very much affection as he is a being who desires to be feared and respected. His darling is no exception. Lover is perhaps the wrong word to use, perhaps a precious pet or valuable possession would be words Sukuna would rather use to describe your relationship with him. And whilst he can't help the casual moments of his sadism where he hurts you for the sake of seeing your tears and your fear, he can be somewhat nice around you the longer you stay around him as he develops the smallest soft spot for you. Sincere praises for behaving well for him as well as some rough caresses and touches as the curse has never handled anything with tenderness before and doesn't know how much pressure to apply or not when touching you, holding you or letting you sit on his lap. Sometimes he reminisces about his past whilst in your company, sharing small bits of knowledge and his life as a human with you, without a doubt a proof of how much you mean to him at this point. Until he eventually utters one day something to you in a unusually quiet voice to you, something he entrusts only to you. A name. His real name.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess and court their darling?

🗾Sukuna's feelings are shown through his territorial and possessive behavior and actions, although you shouldn't expect anything more from him. If you desire a someone thoroughly romantic at heart, then the King of Curses is the wrong choice. Perhaps Sukuna's own rough exterior that downright frightens and terrifies you isn't all there is to it. Feelings such as love and genuine desire to have someone by his side are foreign to him. He doesn't know how he should handle his own feelings and he doesn't yearn to do so either. Who do you think he is? He's none other than Ryomen Sukuna, the mere thought that he could ever love someone more than just a simple way to receive some pleasure is ridiculous yet it happens as you disturb his inner conviction and a part of him despises you for making him succumb to such petty emotions. Even whilst in Itadori's body, he is silently brooding yet observing closely whenever you should be around his vessel and the sheer focus of the curse even freaks Yuji out.

🗾See the abduction as his own confession or perhaps just as him yielding to his own feelings, although he'd never admit such a weakness to you. A confession in a normal way is out of question as he has no need nor want to waste his time on such trivial matters. He has always taken what he desires and you are certainly not going to be the exception to this. A genuine confession never seems to happen though and that is because Sukuna never tells you that he loves you. Speaking those words out wrong would mean truly admitting all of his feelings, the dark impulses as well as the small warm tingle he tends to have in his chest. If you say it to him it is fine but the other way around is not going to happen. So whilst his words and actions often show you his possessive and arrogant side, you never hear those words from him that would prove that you are far more worth than even Sukuna himself would like to admit.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🗾Jealousy would be a far away cry from what Sukuna is able to emotionally experience. He has no need to feel jealous about anything or anyone as he is already the strongest there is. No one can stand up to him, no one can truly fight against him and so you have nothing to save you from his twisted desires either. Displeasure is perhaps a better word to use to describe what is going on inside Sukuna. A feeling of dissatisfaction as he watches you idly spending your time as freely as you desire yet nothing stronger will ever be revealed as that is the extent of how far his emotions go. The King of Curses just can't bring himself to feel anything more than this discontent and a sliver of annoyance as he muses about how much punishment will be required once he has you all for himself to see it through that you understand one simple thing. That you're his.

🗾Off with their heads it is. For Sukuna killing someone is as normal as blinking and breathing. It is a mundane task that still manages to bring him some fleeting excitement and thrill as he watches lives fading away in front of him with nothing but unaltered fear and despair. Everyone who has touched you, everyone who has been a reason for his mild displeasure will be brutally murdered and Sukuna doesn't make this a secret from you either. Much more on the opposite, he actually forces you to sit down and watch with a clenching heart and bile at the back of your throat how he dismembers everyone, your own horror and fear far more pleasurable and exciting than the whimpers and cries of whoever is being strangled by him in that moment. He doesn't even have any ulterior motives behind this besides his lust to see you suffer as he is fully aware that none of them pose any serious threat to him. Not that it matters since they're all gone now. How does it feel to be all alone?

Loneliness-How do they feel when they’re separated from their darling?

🗾Sukuna wouldn't make a big fuss over it if he has to leave you for a certain amount of time. He has his own plans after all and whilst you are a priority, don't be as entitled to think that he will dedicate all of his time to you and only you. He leaves you by yourself when he wants or has to do so, sometimes even without informing you. Other times he briefly tells you that he'll be gone for a little bit and that he expects you to behave. Otherwise...well, you should know that best by now. Just to have an ensurance if he should be gone for a longer period of time, he tends to leave Uraume behind to keep an eye on you. He at least trusts his subordinate enough with your safety as he knows that Uraume doesn't disobey and knows what would happen if anything were to happen to you during his absence. He never tells you though that there is someone watching you. He's just curious how you'll behave whilst he is gone. Better be on your best behavior because Uraume won't look out for you as they report anything to Sukuna.

Inumaki Toge

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🗣️I'd say that Inumaki is well-established when it comes to letting his darling know that he adores them in many different ways. Whilst verbal praise isn't possible due to his inability to speak, he has resorted to writing you lots of little messages throughout the day if he is separated from you as well as wishing you a good morning and good night every day via mail. Sign language isn't out of the question either if you'd be up to learn it with him. It would be cute, wouldn't it? Having your own little conversations only you two can understand. He isn't overly affectionate yet just enough to make it obvious such as holding your hand or giving you a quick peck somewhere on your face. Little gifts or your favorite snack once or twice a week which he insists for you to accept as well as little dates and special dates for anniversaries or by celebrating something else such as your or his birthday in which case he plans ahead and reserves everything if he plans to take you somewhere else. He also likes goofing off around you because he wants to see you smile and love, you look breathtaking whenever he sees you being visibly happy.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess and court their darling?

🗣️Toge needs some time to work through his own emotions after he has discovered the unhealthy side of them. He is lucid after all and he also cares so he takes some time away from you to think about everything before he comes up with a plan. He is being very calculative and cautious as he doesn't want to scare you and doesn't want to slip up with his feelings. He arrives at the conclusion though that he can't settle for staying quiet and risking you to be attracted to someone else. He's scared that he might be driven over the edge if that were to ever happen so he would rather become you partner and promise himself to always keep you always happy and safe instead of potentially losing himself to his darker impulses. He doesn't want to come over as too overbearing nor subtle as he decides to take a risk by being open with his feelings. He grows more protective of you, his gaze lingers on you and he isn't pulling away from you even when you meet his own eyes who stare fondly into your own.

🗣️He would definitely confess at one point but only after he has come up with a good idea how, when and where he wants to do so. Inumaki puts a lot of thought into his confession as this could already mark a deciding moment in how he will go on from here depending on whether you would reject him or not. So he refuses to confess on impulse, especially if he doesn't know yet if you have feelings for him or not. So he waits as he starts courting you without ever admitting it directly to make you fall in love with him and slowly help you realize that he could be more than a good buddy of yours. He's going to confess in a place that has some special meaning to the both of you. Maybe the place where both of you met for the first time or another place where the both of you associate good memories with.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🗣️In the jealousy department Inumaki is honestly one of the better ones that you could have. His mature behavior and his normally calm and collected personality don't allow for easy cracks as he understands that you have other people in your life and accepts this fact too. He wouldn't feel jealous of friends or family because he has most likely known you long before he developed an obsession with you so most faces in your life are already familiar to him and he trusts them. Toge isn't someone who judges fast either as he just silently observes from a distance, perhaps observing you has just become a bad habit for him at this point. He steps a bit back yet not far enough to not be able to react fast enough to interfere if anything should happen as he quietly watches over you and the other person. Whether he has the impression that a stranger genuinely likes you or just flirts for the fun of it would also play a factor in whether he would react protectively or perhaps a tad bit jealous despite normally being rather secure with his trust in the relationship.

🗣️Initially he would just get a bit closer to you as he continues watching whilst gradually getting closer and closer to you until he's so close that he brushes slightly against your back or your side. He can't use words to explain his relationship with you with someone who can't understand his own language because if he could, he would. Instead he has to rely here a bit on you to clarify to the other person that he is your boyfriend if you shouldn't have done that already in which case he just quietly looks at you intently in hopes that you'll understand what he wants. A little bit of protectiveness is always tied to his jealousy which would explain the way he steps at one point in front of you and shields you slightly and just silently looks into the other person's eyes as a silent request to stop if they shouldn't have done it already whilst also looking at you in hopes of encouraging you to initiate for the both of you to leave. He'll push you away himself if he has to do so.

Loneliness-How do they feel when they’re separated from their darling?

🗣️Toge always informs you when he has to leave and he texts you as soon as he is about to head back to you. He isn't overly paranoid so he isn't going to have a mental breakdown if he has to leave you as he knows that he has other duties to fulfill in his life and he knows the same counts for you. Separation isn't a bother for him although he definitely is relieved whenever he can come back to you. If you would be sick or hurt somehow, it would be slightly different for him because then he would definitely be more worried in case he has to leave you alone as he advices you to be careful and leaves a couple of snacks and medicine behind so that you can take care of yourself whilst he is gone. In such a scenario he will most likely text you a couple of times as he asks you how you're doing and if you want him to buy anything for you when he comes to visit you to either cheer you up or help you to recover from your illness or your wounds better.

Kamo Choso

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🩸I feel like most of the time Choso's way of showing his darling his love will come over as very overbearing simply because he can't help himself. He's paranoid and very protective and he sees himself as someone who has to protect and be dependable for his younger brothers as well as his darling now. This is different from the love he feels for his brother Yuji or for his other younger brothers, this is a different kind of love and because he initially doesn't know anything more about this kind of love besides listening to his two primal instincts to protect and cherish, he ends up trying to hard and taking things too far. He's incredibly clingy and attached to your hip all the time, doesn't really allow you to leave his side unless he knows exactly where and with whom you're going and even then the chances of him stalking you anyways are high. He loves cuddling and holding you in general, adores listening to your voice and stares almost all the time creepily lovingly at you. His attention and his care are smothering yet he genuinely believes that this is what he is supposed to do as your lover.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess and court their darling?

🩸He dissociates himself from people around him unless it is for the sake of his younger brothers and is generally more of a quiet and reserved person. Upon discovering you for the first time and sensing something in his chest whilst looking at you only ends up with him stalking you nearly the entire time because truth be told, he is initially too nervous and jittery with his own feelings to approach you. Instead he becomes your second shadow who follows you around and dedicates himself to protecting you. Sadly he, as always, overdoes it and so he ends up leaving someone on the brink of death for simply insulting you as his impulses to protect you and defend you appear instantly as soon as anyone dares to touch a single hair on your head in the wrong way. So whilst at this stage you may not be aware of him yet, you at least know that there is someone who goes after everyone who has done as much as mutter an insult about you.

🩸Quite honestly, a common instinct of his is simply taking you with him so that he can properly protect you and look out for you and if he's still aligned with Kenjaku and Mahito at that time, this might become reality because none of them would greatly care. If he's already with Yuji at that time, bless the boy for explaining to Choso what the concept of courting is because otherwise he would have just abducted you randomly. Choso tries to not ask his younger brother further though because as the eldest he should know without having to ask Yuji so he ends up observing everyone in his surroundings and might even try to collect clues through movies, ads or books. It is still going to be messy, creepy and somewhat adorable though when he approaches you all of a sudden one day, offers you a bouquet of flowers and admits with a somewhat shy voice that he's going to court you from now on and that he's going to protect you. From that day on he literally walks right behind you so that you can see him and gets you all sorts of random presents. He's trying at least...?

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🩸He probably doesn't even know up until that point what it feels like to be jealous because his love is paying attention to someone else or because someone else is complimenting his love. Similar to Inumaki his jealousy doesn't come without his protectiveness only that he has serious troubles keeping both of them apart as soon as he sees anyone besides Yuji around you and can't even really tell in the beginning that he's jealous instead of just ridiculously overprotective. He doesn't understand that the reason why he is bothered when he sees you around someone else isn't just because of his protective nature nor does he understand when he feels his blood boiling when you are nice to someone else or someone else is nice to you which he tends to easily mistake as them courting you because he can't tell just yet the difference. He is in either case always rather quick to react as soon as you are around someone because he only really trusts his younger brother with you. Additionally I feel like he doesn't do well seeing you being fine without him as he sees his entire purpose in protecting and adoring those who matter to him so acknowledging that others can do the same is quite hard.

🩸He doesn't speak up, he doesn't throw a tantrum, he's just deadly quiet as he stares at you and the other person. He's often being a bit weird around you as a romantic lover and romantic love in general is new to him but he wouldn't want to admit it as he sort of stumbles around and tries to work things out. Yet the stare he gives them is suffocating, eerie and unnerving as you can literally see his body tensing up as if he is about to attack and just waits to see anything that he can mistake as bad intentions towards his darling. He's a bit calmer if you're extremely close to him and he can touch you although his creepy stare never disappears from his face. He acts differently if you should be the one who is being nice and affectionate as it makes his heart ache and has him questioning whether he's doing something wrong for you to rely on someone else like this. He grows even more clingy and slightly distraught as he just wants them away from you, wants you to stop smiling like this for them.

Loneliness-How do they feel when they’re separated from their darling?

🩸He's not doing well if he is separated from his darling, Choso has low-key some attachment issues so he tends to panic quickly if he can't be with you. He's usually stalking you even when you request to go somewhere alone as he always has to make sure that you are safe and that he can protect you. His priorities just shift as soon as he has you and the only one who can convince him at that point to leave you is Itadori at that point because his brothers are the only people he cares about besides you at that point. If anyone else would request for him to be elsewhere, Choso will just deny right away. He's not leaving you, you need him. He's only really leaving you if he has to do something for your sake or for Yuji's sake as it is his responsibility after all to protect the both of you and if any threat is involved, he's going to be quiet deadly in taking care of them. He is going to breath down your neck as soon as he returns though, as attached and clingy as always because he dearly missed you and was worried something might happen to you during his absence.

Mizuki

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🐍Mizuki is showering and smothering his darling all the time because he is definitely a worshipper and has absolutely zero restrictions in showing you that. You have to be praised and worshipped and loved after all. He's smothering you in physical affection and kisses all of the time because yes, he is a bit touch-starved after his previous god died on him and left him all alone. He's singing praises about you all of the time and tells you daily how ethereal, beautiful and breathtaking you are and that he will always love, protect and serve you. Mizuki gets you a lot of presents too, from clothes to food to his sacred sake which he brews for you. As your familiar, he does everything for you and fulfills you all of your requests with a concerning level of eagerness and infatuation as long as it doesn't involve you leaving him and he even left a betrothal mark on you to show everyone else that you're already his spouse.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess and court their darling?

🐍He's quite the eccentric fellow as he starts seeking you out in his human form as stalking you in his snake form has become too hard for him due to his unhealthy attachment to you. And he knows no boundaries nor can he fully keep himself from gushing over you despite being only a stranger in your eyes as you remain unaware of the betrothal mark he has already put on you. His obsessive infatuation should be obvious for even a blind or deaf person though he's fawning over you in a soft and giddy tone and can't keep himself from touching you as he seemingly ignores your signs of discomfort. After all he is convinced that as soon as he has revealed to you who he is and exlains to you that you are already his spouse due to the mark, you'll start loving him too. He always leaves you disturbed when he walks away from you and promises you with an obsessed gleam in his eyes that soon both of you will be able to stay always together.

🐍He's basically set on abducting you although he obviously wouldn't call it that way. After all he lovingly prepares the shrine for you as he genuinely believes that he's doing the right thing. You two are wed at this point anyways, the betrothal mark has already made you his and so it is only natural for you two as a married couple to move in together. He has never seen the real need for courting you as he has always believed that both of you would fall in love anyways. That doesn't mean that he isn't busily showering you in affection and presents in the short time where you don't know who he is as he constantly seems to be in the places you are. Perhaps this can be seen as courting you from his side. He's going to confess everything to you though as soon as you are captivated and stuck in his shrine as he gives you a heartfelt confession of how much he adores you and that he knew that you two were meant for each other whilst watching over you as well as what he really is.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🐍I think his at times childish behavior leads to Mizuki’s darling forgetting sometimes that he is deeply unhinged and very much dangerous. That is quickly visible to you as soon as you know who he truly is and it dawns on you that he might be responsible for so many people suddenly avoiding you. When you dare to ask him, he gives you a loving smile as he explains to you that he couldn’t have anyone trying to distract you from what truly matters which is only the both of you. You have no need for anyone else besides him. He’s everything you need and he will do anything for you. Mizuki’s extreme jealousy definitely always is active around people though as he despises it as soon as your attention shifts to someone else. He does terrible when he’s ignored by you as he is essentially silently seething as he blames the other person for stealing your attention and affection as well as hurting on the inside as he wonders why you’re ignoring him in the first place. He’s your husband and familiar, you should only pay attention to him and if you don’t, he gets very quickly anxious. Has he done something that angered you?

🐍Depends on whether we’re talking about pre-abduction or post-abduction. Pre-abduction Mizuki’s will most likely sent out his servants to scare and frighten anyone who dares to get too close to you despite the mark he has set on you. He isn’t above approaching them himself and deeply unnerving them with the lunatic and sickly infatuated gleam in his eyes as he fawns over you and threatens them at the same time, his pupils mere slits and seemingly quivering as if he’s about to murder them as he looks at them with bright green eyes and with an eerie grin pulling at his lips. Post-abduction requires a huge isolation factor as you are stuck in the temple with only him and his servants but his jealousy can be even directed at them if you compliment them too much as you should only pay full attention to him and give him all of your affection and praise.

Loneliness-How do they feel when they’re separated from their darling?

🐍Honestly, he would only ever leave you if he has to get something for you because otherwise he’s not leaving your side. His stress and anxiety levels raise the moment he doesn’t know where you are and can’t find you until he crumbles and has a full-on meltdown in which he sobs, cries, clutches his chest as his heart is hurting and might even hurt himself and the servants around him in the worst case. He genuinely can’t function without you or else he will snap and lose it. So he only ever leaves if he has to get you something because he still sees it as his duty to provide everything for you. He’s always trying to be fast when he has to separate himself from you because there is a timer to how long he can retain his sanity until he blows up. He attaches himself to your side as soon as he is back, clutching onto you and silently asking for affection whilst acting as if he’s been gone for years.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere sukuna #yandere ryomen sukuna #yandere inumaki #yandere inumaki toge #yandere choso #yandere kamo choso #yandere kamisama kiss #yandere kamisama hajimemashita #yandere mizuki

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propertyofkylar · 7 months ago

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prompt event: date night (m!whitney x f!pc)

word count: 1815

tags: 12. romantic, 15. date night, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, canon-compliant name-calling

You were walking out of the school grounds when you were interrupted by a cigarette butt smacking the back of your head. Whirling around in surprise, you came face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Oi,” Whitney said, with an unpleasant look on his face. You tensed up slightly as he walked closer to you. “Slut. You’re not doing anything tonight.”

It wasn’t really a question, but you nodded anyway. “Um, yeah. I’m free.”

That satisfied Whitney. “Good.”

“Can…I ask why?” You asked hesitantly, but Whitney replied with one of his signature smirks.

“Because I’m taking you out on a date. Be ready. And make sure you look nice, yeah?” He shoved past you, delivering a sharp smack to your ass as he did so. “Don’t be sloppy. I’m picking you up.”

Just like that, he was gone.

You stood uncomfortably in front of the orphanage, shifting in your high heels. It wasn’t like you were unaccustomed to dates. You went on plenty. But with Whitney? Never. The two of you made out in public, you fucked in school, every once in a while you visited Whitney’s place but that mostly was just to fuck in his bed. He had never taken you - or anyone, as far as you knew - on an actual date. It was honestly mildly terrifying.

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of footsteps and you looked up to see Whitney approaching. He looked pretty nice himself - he had on a pair of khakis and an unbuttoned shirt over a t-shirt.

When he got close to you, he looked you up and down appraisingly. Then, he gave a short nod. “Nice,” Whitney said simply.

“Thanks. You look good, too,” you replied. You couldn’t hold back the burning question on your mind, though. “What are we doing?”

Whitney tossed an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to start walking. “I told you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, a look of mock offense on his face. “Because you’ve been a good slut, and I wanted to reward you. Isn’t that enough?”

You still felt a little uneasy, but he was being surprisingly genuine. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go along with it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” Whitney elaborated. “My treat. Whatever my slut wants, she gets.”

That surprised you. “Really?”

“Well, just don’t be a dumbass about it, yeah?” He pinched your side. “If you go and order the most expensive thing on the menu, I’m walking out and leaving you to pay.”

The two of you continued walking until you reached the outside of a nice café. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town by far, but it was still nicer than you would have expected from Whitney.

You went to reach for the door, but Whitney grabbed your wrist. “Hold on.”

He pulled you toward him, then set his hands on your waist and kissed you deeply. You instinctively leaned in, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back.

After a few moments, Whitney pulled back, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. “Mm. Thanks for that, slut. Let’s go.”

Once the two of you were inside and seated, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Eventually he noticed, and looked back at you with an irritated look. “What?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Just nice. Didn’t expect this.”

He frowned, a hint of blush creeping across his face. “I can be nice too, y’know.”

That made you laugh. “I don’t know if I really believe that.”

Whitney was fully blushing now, and he looked away from you. “Whatever. See if I ever do anything nice for you again, slut.” But his tone was teasing and he accented the sentence by flicking his crumpled up straw wrapper at you.

You hadn’t opened your straw yet, so you seized the opportunity to tear the top of the wrapper off and blow it at Whitney. It smacked him right in the forehead and he turned to you with genuine surprise. That quickly morphed into a smirk that sent a chill through your body.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, slut,” he said, searching the space for anything else he could fling at you. But he was unsuccessful and took a moment to sulk, which made you laugh out loud. Whitney gave your shoulder a playful shove, then leaned to whisper in your ear. “Guess I’ll make you pay later.”

You suddenly became very interested in the menu.

As you were finishing your last bite of dessert, Whitney was absentmindedly twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. You gave him a smile and he suddenly blushed again, looking away.

“What?” You were genuinely curious.

But he just sighed.

“It’s nothing,” Whitney mumbled, laying his head on his arm. “Just shut the fuck up. Okay?”

And so you did, and soon enough, Whitney had finished paying and the two of you were leaving the restaurant.

As soon as you walked out, he caught your wrist with his hand. You barely had opened your mouth to protest before he was on you, pressing you against an alley wall as his hands slid up your thighs.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mumbled against your skin while his lips assaulted your neck. “You were just begging for me to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

You felt your body growing hot under Whitney’s skilled touch. His hands groped your ass and you felt him smirk.

“And no panties. I’ve trained you well,” Whitney said. But just as suddenly as he began, he stopped. He pulled you out of the alley and started walking again.

You, again, tried to protest, but the brief endeavor had left you light-headed, so all that came out was a few odd sounds and squeaks.

“What?” Whitney replied, as if you had actually spoken any sort of human language. “I promised my slut a date night. What kind of romantic boyfriend would I be if I fucked you in that alley like some common whore. I’m taking you home.” He flashed you a wink and you felt weak in the knees.

The two of you walked the familiar route to Whitney’s place, neither speaking. The air was so thick with sexual tension you were afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. So you opted to stay silent and presumably, Whitney was feeling the same way. He didn’t say anything, but the feeling of his hand gripping yours said enough.

You barely made it into Whitney’s room before he was slamming the door behind him, kicking off his shoes, and shoving you down on his bed.

“You have been begging for this all night, slut,” he practically growled as he kissed you aggressively, grinding his crotch into yours. “Feel that? That’s all your fault.”

“Whitney…” you whimpered as he tugged a fistful of your hair. He pushed you so you were laying flat and then crawled over you. His eyes were dark and he was panting.

Leaning back on his heels, Whitney sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You just look so…fuck!”

You tilted your head in confusion, but Whitney dove back in, pushing your skirt up to your hips and slipping a hand between your thighs. “Of course you’re already fucking dripping. Not that I would expect anything less.”

He crawled back and positioned his head between your legs. “You drive me fucking crazy. Just know that.”

Then he flicked his tongue against your clit and you moaned.

Whitney began eating you out, truly, like a man starved. He rarely went down on you, which made this even more special. He expertly alternated between licking and light sucking, eagerly lapping you up.

You tried to speak again, to tell him to slow down, but all you could manage was to weakly moan his name. This had the opposite effect of what you wanted, further encouraging him. His nails were digging into your thighs and when you looked down and made eye contact with him, things were too much.

You cried out and your back arched off the bed as you came, Whitney still drinking up your juices. As you came down from the high he finally pulled back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, the lower half of his face shiny and slick.

“Tastes good,” he said with a smirk, tugging off his pants. His cock looked almost painfully hard and flushed, precum dripping from the tip. You reached out to touch it but Whitney quickly was positioned between your legs. He teased your clit with the head of his dick, eliciting a squeak from you.

Then, he slid into you, letting out a sharp gasp in the process. He mumbled something that sounded like “I love you” but your head had gone fuzzy from the feeling of him stretching you out, so you weren’t entirely sure.

“So fucking good,” Whitney groaned as he slowly started thrusting. “How’s a slut like you feel so fucking tight?”

Whitney yanked down the top of your dress and began to grope your tits and pinch your nipples. His hand on your body, the feeling of his cock inside you - it was all too good.

“F-fuck,” you managed to squeak out. “Feels so good, Whit…”

His face was flushed as he pounded even harder into you, lifting up your leg to get even deeper. “Oh my god,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his back and digging your nails into the bare skin under his shirt.

“I-I,” you started but that was all you got out before your second orgasm hit you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you rode the wave of pleasure, your mouth falling open and only short, breathy sounds coming out.

Whitney was fucking you hard, the bed frame squeaking with every thrust. He was panting when suddenly he pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he came. Ropes of cum shot out and sprayed across your tits and the front of your dress.

“Fuck, slut,” his shoulders were heaving. “You fucking…” he left the rest of that thought unfinished.

“Mm,” was the only response you could give as you were still recovering. The two of you sat in silence briefly before you sat up. “Hey. You got cum on my nice dress.”

Whitney shrugged and flopped down next to you, propping himself up on one arm. “You shouldn’t have looked so hot in it. It’s your own fault.”

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face. “Well. Thanks for the date night.”

He blushed again. “Don’t mention it. I mean it.”

You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest. His heart was still beating fast. “You got it.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #dol fanfic #dol whitney x reader #prompt event #writing #okkayyyy didnt turn out EXACTLY how i wanted but still good enough methinks #i wanted whit to be a lil more romantic - a lil less tsun tsun a lil more dere dere -#but i couldnt work it otu ASFDSADFSS so have some implied love ig

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