#jealous and possessive knox

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I wrote this instead of sleeping so go read it and show it some love, 'k?

Let me know your thoughts

[queer-lovebot]

More heartthrob kevin, jealous neil, and possessive andrew hc?

Gay people love heart throb Kevin and his boyfriends as is part of the social contract <3

I think the time Neil has ever been at his most jealous is after Kevin has joined the pros. Neil and Andrew travel to see him — it’s a last minute thing, and they text Kevin that they’re coming, but Kevin never responds. They assume he’s in practice and decide to meet him outside there. This is what they expect of him and they don’t ask him to change.

Well, they arrive, and Kevin still hasn’t answered their texts, so they sneak into the court (aka, catching it just as someone else is leaving for the night). And what do they see?? Kevin with his arms crossed, in the bare minimum of his uniform, coaching another striker. And it’s mean but when Kevin’s teammate makes a complicated move and Kevin smiles, approving? Oh Neil is done for. He’s banging on the plexiglass and begging to be let in. Kevin goes “what?? Are you doing here????” But Neil is just “Oh wow! Which teammate is this? You aren’t even playing against him, Kev. Don’t worry, I brought my racket and some gym clothes. Let’s see how good he really is, yeah?” Kevy’s poor teammate is in for a terrible two hours unfortunately. Neil just wants to hear that he’s Kevin’s favorite, most lovely, most skilled student (not striker bc that’s Jeremy Knox).

The time Andrew is most possessive? That’s harder to pick up because he’s just. Generally like that. He’s intense in how he cares for people so every moment is the same. That being said, Andrew gets specifically amped up at professional social events. He is Kevin’s shadow in the worst way. Kevin must always be in his line of sight in case something happens that needs handling. Andrew will constantly pull Kevin closer by the waist, or bring him refills on his drinks, or playing with his hair. If a conversation is getting weird, he interjects until the other person gets the hint and either changes the subject or leaves them alone.

One time, towards the end of an event, Andrew and Neil turn their backs for a few minutes, only to come back to Kevin decking some asshole in the face. They’re at Kevin’s side in a second, of course. He learns the asshole was flirting Super Forcefully (“Every queen needs her king, yeah? Plus you’ve got to be sick of third-wheeling with the mini-freaks over there.”) Kevin wasn’t taking it. Andrew handles his own rage (towards the guy) and attraction (towards Kevin) by grabbing Kevin by the neck and making sure he’s okay, then whispering something extremely horny in his ear to watch his face go red. Andrew then proceeds to make his threats about “touching his things”, asking Kevin how he’d like to handle the situation. He’s going full-on knight here. Kevin falls into it, looking snidely down his nose and deciding it’s no longer worth his time. It’s extremely scary and hot.

This is also the moment where people start spreading the Kandreil throuple dating rumors around the pro teams btw. This Single display. The rumor mill sprouts overnight. And I think Kandreil refuse to confirm or deny bc secretly they all like a little drama, and it gives them excuses to be a little rude to the press <3

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“Mine for Eternity” ⚜️Chapter 5 of “A Night with the Ascendant”⚜️

Ascended Astarion x OC (Lumina) | E | 3.9K

🎨 by @nyx-knox

Summary: Lumina’s true nature won’t keep her enemy from picking a fight. Fortunately Brides aren’t without their Sires for long…

CW: Jealous female antagonist, Possessive Astarion, flashbacks to the Rite, mentions of Astarion’s past abuse, mentions of OC’s past abuse [there’s smut I swear], body worship, cunnilingus, possessive romantic missionary

Previous Ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

“What… did you say?”

Lumina’s head spun, her world narrowing down to a single word as she was still in her restraints.

That word… Bride… it sliced into her, cutting through vague notions and guesses to pierce into her heart and soul.

Setting down the cup on the bedside, Morana glared and her tail twitched, irascible and annoyed. “Don’t play games with me. You won’t win. There is no one who has served Lord Astarion longer, no one who knows him better. I was there in the aftermath two centuries ago when the Netherbrain fell. I was his first spawn, at his side through… everything,” she hissed the final word.

Her dark eyes glinted with hatred; what once lingered beneath the surface of her cool exterior seethed over.

And it made Lumina nervous. Bride or not, she didn’t know any of her strengths, aside from also being able to daywalk. But her quick mind rattled down a list of things she should be strong enough to do…. Could she beat Morana in a fight? Perhaps if she were well fed. Maybe she could compel Morana? Unlikely. If only Astarion was here…

She thought of him, the feeling of his skin, the smell of his musk, the glint in his eyes and on his fangs…

A tremor raced down her spine. Something hard and magical.

Whatever it was. It wasn’t enough to save her. Lumina tugged at her bindings, feeling more like prey in this Tiefling’s presence than she ever did with their Master. Even the way her tail twitched was predatory, stalking closer and closer.

“It’s good he’s seeing fit to keep you chained in his bed. I would hate to think what might befall you if you crossed paths with any of the Spawn now… You would probably have a dozen sets of fangs in your flesh, just to catch a taste of the Master from your skin.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” Lumina barked, finally finding purchase to sit up on her heels. “You know that the Master does as he wills.”

The Master… the mere thought of Astarion seemed to tug some tether inside her. Like ripples in the water, it pulsed out from her mind.

And something… someone… pulsed in reply.

“And it seems all he’s doing is you,” Morana sneered, her pointed teeth glinting in the firelight. “It’s not fair to the rest of us.”

Lumina’s stomach churned. “No it’s not, but it’s not my fault, nor is it anything I have the power to fix…”

“A convenient excuse from the one who has gained… everything,” she snapped. Closing in, her tail wagged back and forth, predacious, assessing. “If I could kill you…”

“Mor…” that rich, honeyed voice purred, instantly sending shivers down Lumina’s spine. Astarion entered on silent feet, his brows canted, quizzical and amused as he assessed his oldest Spawn. “Tut, tut, you should know better by now not to be so insolent.” One long, elegant finger wagged in the air between them, and instantly the Tiefling cowed, horned head bowing, tail tucked between her legs.

Sufficiently pleased with her submission, he crossed to the bed, the chain on Lumina’s hands unlocking and falling useless with a mere brush of his touch. Astarion reached behind him, fetching the chalice of blood and offering it to Lumina. His Bride struggled to sit, trying to tuck her legs under her without exposing her naked lower half to both of their gazes.

“If there a reason you strayed up here, Morana?” Astarion’s question sliced through the heavy silence. “Need something… or did you just miss me?” He leveled a wicked glare at his Spawn, her dark blue skin turning to gooseflesh under his gaze.

Lumina’s stomach curled at the malice… even if it was protective. Protective of her. She busied herself from the awkward tension by burying her face in her cup. The second she smelled the liquid inside, her heart skipped an undead beat.

His. Again.

A flicker passed between them before she drank. That same rich rush of power, of his very essence and presence invaded her. From her stomach to her veins, he was inside her, and with that brief flash of fang-toothed smile, she suspected he felt it too.

“My lord,” Morana began to speak, “you should know your other devoted servants are…”

He leveled his gaze at her, waving his hand in dismissal. I have much more pressing matters. The rest of my children know that what I do for this city and my own needs come before any of theirs.”

Her tail twitched dangerously fast. “So you leave us locked away to wander your halls once the sun has set like prisoners?” Her nostrils flared, fists clenching at her side. “Like slaves…”

“Careful,” Astarion bit, instantly rigid at the single word. “You are far from being slaves. Even now, your so-called torment is a far cry from what I endured for centuries,” he snared, spit flying as he spoke forcefully and deep. His hands fisted at his side, long nails digging into his own flesh.

Morana just shook her head. “You’ve changed from those first days when I was your only Spawn. You were magnificent and ruthless and hungry. Your companions cowered at your Ascension. They wouldn’t recognize you now, this limp excuse for the Ascendant with his Bride in his bed and a dungeon of Spawn. Thank the gods they are all dead so they can’t see you become just like Caz—”

Astarion leapt to his feet, hand reaching for the Tiefling’s dark blue horn. “Silence!” he bellowed, yanking her roughly. “You dare speak of him? After all that you know and have seen?”

He was monstrous and feral, every muscle in his neck strained, the sinews of his hands popping against his pale skin and whitening his knuckles as he gripped his Spawn by the horn. Fangs glinted, eyes glowed scarlet, and down their bond, Lumina felt every bit of rage and bloodlust that coursed in his veins. Closing her eyes, Lumina pushed deeper, images flashing from his memory to hers.

She could see it all from two-hundred years ago…

Glowing scars on his back as fear gripped his heart, frozen by infernal magic by his old Master…. Faces in the distances of beloved friends fighting to free him until… She watched it all unfold. Some decrepit man lay at his feet, glowing red eyes glazed with fear and disbelief, black hair scraggled as his blood pooled over Astarion’s hands, a strange dagger clutched tightly. A matching set of ruins in his old Master’s back, and suddenly all she felt was the memory of her love’s victory, the thrill and relief and freedom that came as scarlet light bathed his world and infernal power burst through his body.

In a blink, the memory passed, but it was enough to push her own emotions back in reply.

She countered that blinding bloodlust with something she wondered if he would even recognize…

Pity.

Compassion.

Love.

His hand instantly eased, sending Morana flailing backwards, almost landing on her tail. “My lord,” she growled, her pointed teeth snapping as she collected herself.

“Leave me,” he hissed, turning his back on her abruptly. Head hanging, he even avoided Lumina’s look of concern.

But Morana only glared harder, tilting her head and aiming her dark glinting gaze right at where Lumina still perched on the bed.

“I said… leave!” he snarled, rounding once more, drawn to his full height and eyes blazing. Invisible tendrils of his influence crept up her spine. Her back stiffened visibly as he compelled her. “Leave, Morana. And tell the others they may venture into the city tonight, a special treat so long as they behave themselves.” I raised his finger, wagging it as he stared her down. “But not you. For your insolence, for dredging up memories that you have no right to, you will remain here in the palace.”

The Tiefling bowed her head slightly, her dark blue skin shining with sweat as she suppressed her anger. One last deadly glare at Lumina and she disappeared.

The moment the door shut, Astarion’s shoulders bowed under some great, invisible weight. His hands ran through those long, unruly curls, tugging them back from his gaunt face in desperation. Hands clasped together, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Not yet. Not when he knew so much of who he once was had flooded from his mind into hers.

It was a strange mix of embarrassment, of vulnerability… and, if he was honest, relief. It helped not having to tell that tale again, not again after so much time, after all of his companions now mouldered in the ground. Gone to their gods.

He could feel her sharp gaze on his back, could sense her concern and curiosity wafting in waves from her heart down their bond. A bond she was now aware about, he realized. “So you know what you are?” His voice was heavy, amused and burdened in equal measure.

“Your Bride,” she whispered. “Morana told me,” Lumina dared to reply, creeping closer beside him. Her black tunic now pulled down over the little pert curve of her ass.

“Morana opens her mouth far too much, thinking that information and ambition carry greater value than… than feelings, than intimacy.” Astarion turned, wrinkles lining the corners of his eyes as he winced. It was a look that bespoke guilt, that signified he felt responsible for her ambitious desires.

Lumina scoffs, “Clearly she knows much about you from before…. You and your companions…”

He bristled, muscles straining in his neck as he craned forward. “What did you see?” His question was pointed, his tone tense.

Lumina closed her eyes, summoning the images and emotions from that fateful day. The day of his Ascension. “You felt so… free. So vindicated and avenged… I could taste blood in the air…”

“What did you see?” he repeated.

“Everything. Your companions, I saw them all as they fought to free you from your Master’s power. I know them from the pages of history, the Blade of Frontiers, the Wizard of Waterdeep, the Daughter of Darkness. They all cared… so much.”

A wave of grief down their bond stole her breath as he cradled her cheek and brought her closer. The contact made her eyes flash open. “What else?” he whispered more in her mind than outloud.

A shaky breath, she leaned into his palm. “I heard it all, the words of the Rite, the screams of the Spawn, the scent of your old Master’s blood…”

Images of that haunting face— of glowing eyes and cruel smiles and long black hair shook her to her core. The barest flicker of hatred filled her mind, and she could almost feel the blade of a knife carving the intricate lines and whorls in her own back as the memory barreled through her.

“Stop,” she sobbed, not even realizing the depth of suffering she had shouldered. Her red eyes looked into his, brimming with tears. “I… I can’t believe you suffered so much. No wonder you wanted to hear him scream and send his soul to eternal torment. He was… horrible to you. Wicked.”

Astarion smirked, trying to hide all that unsettled him behind that desirous mask. “Am I not a little bit of a wicked master to you, my Bride?”

Lumina shook her head. “Morana couldn’t be more wrong… you weren’t evil and blind for ambition. You were… afraid. You were denied blood and power for so long. You stared down total annihilation under the Absolute. One sacrifice, and you called down revenge on your Master, received power to destroy the army of your enemy and satisfy your hunger forever.” She met his intense gaze. “I would have done the same. I wish I still could…”

Eyes flickered down to her lips, then lower to the v cut of his shirt still on her body, resting finally where its hem stopped just at the top of her thighs. “That is why I made you mine, my Bride. You and I are not so different after all. Being with you makes… makes me feel that same belonging I once shared before all… this.” He gestured to the walls around him. “After my Ascension, no one understood. I was a monster in everyone’s eyes, power hungry and wicked. So a monster I became. That was the man Morana thought I was. Only a few of my old… companions still looked at me with the understanding of who I was and what I had endured.”

His thoughts wandered to places he had long thought buried, the rush of memories stopping his now beating heart.

The cool touch of a hand pulled him back to reality, her fingers stroked his cheek. And for the first time, she breathed his first name. No titles, no fawning. Just her light voice whispering, “Astarion.”

Not for centuries had he felt so vulnerable. But then again, not for centuries had he been this close to someone… someone he could call special.

Someone he could call his Bride.

As if hearing his thoughts, Lumina shifted closer. “What does that mean for me, now that I am a Bride?”

“Not just any Bride, my sweet,” he turns, the full intensity of his gaze boring into her. “My Bride, the Bride of the Vampire Ascendant.” He inhales her scent, a little hint of rosewater yet on her skin beneath the lingering musk of sex. “There is none like you, and there never will be again.”

Lumina grinned shyly to herself, glancing out the window into the night sky. “So, the strength, the heightened senses, the day walking… how else have you corrupted me?” she taunts him, a glowing light in her eyes.

“Corrupt? Tch, hardly darling.” His fingers press under her chin, drawing her closer and closer until she was lost in the crimson of his gaze and the warm wash of his breath. “You are beautiful, and you will be beautiful forever. You will be swifter, stronger, even more of force to be reckoned with,” his voice dripped with pride, tantalizingly sweet like spun sugar. “My heart beats in your breast, my blood flows in your very veins. I have remade you in my image and likeness.” That tender touch drew her lips to his, her skin warmed with the flush of his power and life from the blood she had drunk. “You were made to kneel in worship at my feet. Make no mistake,” he rasped, voice thickened with lust and something darker, “you are made to be my servant, and I…” He trailed off, angling back to lock her in his gaze, “I am now made to be yours.”

The mattress rose as he slid from it, his lean, corded body nestling between her thighs. He knelt for her, the Vampire Ascendant groveling at his Bride’s feet. Warm and reverent, his touch guided her to the edge of the bed, one hand pulling the black silk of his own stolen shirt from her lithe, pale torso. Hungry, possessive, his eyes locked on her pert breasts, the perfect height for him. A lick on his lips, and he leaned in, a thumb teasing one nipple to pebble-like hardness while his mouth sucked and swirled the other. “Mine,” he growled, the pink flesh of her nipple gently pinched between his teeth. “Mine for eternity,” another rumbling claim tickled her flesh before he sank his fangs deep into that sensitive mound.

A cry tore through her throat, lanced with pain at first, a sharpness that quickly melted as he suckled from her. His tongue worked the blood from the bite marks, his mouth devouring her nipple until it couldn’t harden more. Mewling, she clutched into the shoulder-length tendrils of his hair. Gathering them in her hands, she dared to do something, an impudent grin on her face…

…she yanked him off her by the hair. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, a wild light in his eyes as he knelt between her thighs. “What do you wish for me to do, my lady?” he purred, supplication coloring each syllable.

Lumina’s gut dropped to her knees, his ruinous body pressed against her thighs and her cunt, his skilled, dexterous fingers teased the skin of her back in ways that stopped her undead heart. He was… hers—her Sire, and she was his Bride. “M-Master…” she stuttered, only to have the word stifled on the tip of her tongue by his lips.

“Right now, you are my Mistress, my Bride, and I am here to please,” the words are grounded out, thick with lust. The depth of his need for her smacks into her chest, a wave of pure desire down their bond. With the next breath, those lips and tongue dive for her cunt as he spreads her out. Wet slurps, husky growls, she can almost hear the sounds of his pleasure inside her chest. It’s all she can do to hold on to the long strands of his silver curls lest they be caught in the onslaught of his pleasure.

Pitiful and indulgent whines poured out of her throat. Her nails dig into his scalp, woven through his long thick curls. Scoring their touch up her thighs, his fingers dragged their heat higher until he gripped into her ass firmly, pulling her flush against his face as he ate. The bed beneath was soaked, spit and arousal dampening it. Ruining it. But Lumina only laughed, reveling in the mess he was making of her. Sweat gathered on her brow, her mouth watering and eyes tearing as her orgasm coiled in her belly.

“M…M… Mas…”

He pulled away, cum stuck in strands on his face as he bared his teeth. “Say it,” he ground out. “Say my name, not my title, Little Light.”

Her breasts heaved as she looked down at him, heart pounding against her ribs. “Astarion,” she breathed, his name a beautiful incantation on her lips.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, crawling to cover her on the bed with predatory grace, each movement of his arms, his legs, calculated to push her down and spread her open. “Say it again,” his voice scoring like gravel in his throat. “Say my name once more…”

Lumina bit her bottom lip, entranced as she watched one hand free his beautiful cock from the band of his trousers. She could feel the dark delight twisting his lips as he gave his length a few teasing, lazy pumps. Gripping her leg, he lifted it up, resting it on his shoulder, his cock gliding in effortlessly. Soaked for him, she sighed his name as he lowered his body, his mouth brushing hers with teasing kisses, coaxing the sounds and words from her mouth he so desired.

His name peeled out from her lips over and over again, the syllables of his name each filled with longing and devotion… with love. He would devour every sound she made, lips and tongue and fangs dancing with every movement of her mouth. He swallowed every sigh, consumed each moan. Gods, did he feel… alive. Bound to another soul in ways he had not felt for centuries.

Every undulation of his hips drew her closer, every rock of her body in his arms united them heart and soul until there would be no delineation. No separation.

Only her absorbed into his very being, and him lost in the depths of her love.

“Come for me, my Bride,” he gave a husky, low growl against her lips, her breath ragged as she struggled for air. “Tell me, show me how satisfied I make you feel…” One more thrust to bottom out inside her, and she screamed, her spine curling into his chest, her fangs sinking into her own lips with the force of her climax.

He wanted to fight the pull of his own orgasm, wanted to keep himself on the edge until he made her unravel over and over again, but she was too warm. Too tight.

Too all consuming as her walls fluttered and squeezed his cock.

A groan tore from his throat as he slammed into her, haphazardly and forceful. A swallowed snarl, and he spilled into her, shuddering as his cock twitched pump after pump of his cum until he was spent. Hungry, aching, he captured her bleeding lips, licking and suckling her essence as it welled from her wounds. “Perfect,” he crooned as he sucked, “you deserve every good thing I can grant you, my love. We’ll have a party, a ball, a grand affair to show the realms the woman at my side.” He pulled back, pinning that adoring and intense stare on her flushing face. Cheeks flushed from his blood in her belly, skin glistened with sweat and blood drops, all the marks of his possession. “The world will stir to behold your beauty.”

Lumina bit her swollen lip, eyes lowered in coyness. “My lord, I’m just an urchin… a servant and slave, I don’t need…”

Warm fingers clutched around her chin, his strength pinching her flesh as the force of his emotions flooded into her heart.

“Nonsense,” he purred, outwardly controlled as inwardly he bristled in annoyance at her lack of self worth. “You know my past now, you should know origins do not define greatness.” His gaze roamed over the gentle curves of her face and her bright, attentive eyes. “You are my Consort, my Queen, my Bride. All will hail you as such.”

One little blonde brow arched wryly. “Even Morana?” A tone of twisted delight, of victory, echoed in her words.

“Of course,” Astarion preened, thumb tracing the blush on her cheek. “So long as she is my Spawn, she will obey me. She can do you no harm, no matter what pretentious, ambitious drivel she spouts.”

Lumina fell into an uneasy silence as he pulled out from her, resting his head on the pillow of her breast. His voice became a drone in the background of her thoughts, his need to share every idea that crossed his mind about the details of her ball would not abate. He just wouldn’t stop discussing every little thought of his; for a man who proclaimed himself as a poor planner, he certainly held many varied opinions on food and decor and music and dress.

It was just din as her mind spun, meaningless words she nodded along to as her own thoughts consumed her. Thoughts she kept deep in her heart, in the shadows of her own past. She guarded them from him, those past visions of her own suffering and torture as a slave. Despite the warm, comforting weight of his body nestled on hers, the ghosts of lashings and burns, of cruel hands and lascivious patrons seemed to crawl over her flesh.

As Astarion nodded off into a peaceful trance in her arms, Lumina kept vigil, mulling over his past and hers.

She turned it over in her mind again and again… until she knew one more thing would need to be done for her to finally feel worthy of his love and the incomparable value he put on her worthless existence.

Same as him, she would find freedom, she would have blood…

Revenge, she could do.

A/N: Who hates Morana? And who thinks alumina is about to get into heaps of trouble?

Also, what kind of wife/bride would she be if she didn’t pretend to listen to her husband as he went on and on about something 😅

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OMG THANKYOU FOR THE ANDERPERRY CONTENT <3333

could you perhaps. write some knox/charlie with trans ftm charlie :00

Eeeeeeeeh of course!! Anything for you, Nic ♥️

Knarlie Headcanons ~Knox Overstreet xTrans!ftm!Charlie Dalton

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Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, little angst, teasing, jealousy, mentions of spanking, crying, comforting, etc.

Enjoy (:

Charlie has real fierce, feminine like jealousy streaks. They’re less now that he’s on T and has transitioned, but ever now and then, they come out.

Like when Knox fell for Chris, Charlie went berserk… He was so jealous and possessive over Knox. He did everything he could to show everybody, especially Chris, that Knox was his.

But besides that, Charlie is pretty laid back and chill.

Now Knox however, never likes the fact that Charlie and Neil once did it being brought up. Ever. And once Charlie realized that, he actively stopped teasing Knox about it.

Charlie for the most part is the confident outgoing, more chaotic of the two. Knox follows Charlie’s lead.

But every once in a while, Charlie will get spells of insecurity and sadness (especially when he’s deadnamed or reminded of his old self too much, or it’s his time of the month)…

But Knox is always there for Charlie. He’s always there to comfort the other boy. It’s really very sweet.

Charlie will be sobbing uncontrollably in his dorm, Cameron will have gotten so annoyed that he stormed off somewhere else. And Knox would find Charlie curled up in a ball on his bed. Knox would come over to Charlie and just hold him. Charlie would curl into Knox’s lap and continue to cry.

But neither of the two would ever admit that to the rest of the boys. And they made Cameron so uncomfortable about it, that he didn’t dare speak a word about it.

When things aren’t turbulent and emotional, the two love to tease the hell out of each other.

Knox gave Charlie so much shit about his spanking punishment. For weeks. Made Charlie blush all the time.

Charlie gave Knox such a hard time after Knox got over Chris, and came back to Charlie.

But it’s all with good intentions, both boys would stop the teasing, the second they thought the other couldn’t handle it.

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Knarlie Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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Sabotage A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance By: Shantel Tessier Narrated by: Gabriel Spires, Celia Stone, Gregory Salinas Length: 7 hrs and 12 mins Unabridged Audiobook Release date: 01-02-25 Language: English Publisher: Shantel Tessier

COLTON Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil.

She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning.

I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

I’ve ruined every relationship my little princess has ever had. A sure way that she’ll come crawling back to me, begging me for what only I can give her when another man fails her.

But I'm tired of watching others get a piece of what is mine. So, I did what any rational man would do—I staked my claim, showed the world that she belonged to me, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her believe it too.

RAYLEE Colton Remington Knox is a man I despise but can’t say no to.

He’s what any girl would call a walking red flag. But I’ve never claimed to be a smart woman when it comes to men. Why should he be any different?

I’ve always managed to hold my own against him. But this time, he’s gone too far. Posting a video of me on my knees for him, for what? To brag? Embarrass me? He’s acting like he doesn’t know me very well.

Colt wants to play a game? I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I win. No matter what it costs me.

People already think I have no dignity, so why let them down now?

Things to know about Sabotage A dark college/stepbrother romance TW (Please see author's note at the beginning of the book. If you have no triggers and want to go in blind, please skip to the prologue.) J/P (jealous/possessive) H OTT (over the top) H Told in multiple POVs

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(Another Kuroshitsuji request! This time with Grimm Reapers! Sorry but it's my favorite Anime!)Since there are probably Reapers from all over the world and not just London, what if there was some sort of exchange with the Reapers from different countries and a new Grimm Reaper will be temporarely joining the London Branch. They get paired to work with either Grell, Ronald or William (or they meet Undertaker somewhere in town). Everything is going well and Reaper and darling are getting along great. Eventualy they slowly start to develop a crush *cough*unhealthyobssession*cough, but now it's time for the darling to go back to their country. How would Reapers(separated) convince darling to stay with them?

That’s for sure an interesting idea!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusions, stalking, controlling behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, abduction

Exchange reaper

Grell Sutcliff

🟥Grell isn’t very thrilled at first. She’s essentially degraded to your babysitter, a reaper who is new to London which means that she has to explain everything to you and be your guide since you have yet to memorize the design and the directions of the city. Not to mention that Grell likes to have a bit fun but with you there, risks are that you might report any uncalled for behavior to your superiors. The reaper is a bit huffy about the ordeal at first, slightly annoyed with you but luckily that doesn’t last long. Grell quickly becomes interested in you due to your different behavior. You have a different culture than her, have an accent and act not like others.

🟥It makes you more interesting and soon she finds herself asking you lots of questions regarding your home country and the traditions and beliefs you have there. Soon you two are basically seen everywhere together as Grell spends lots of time listening to your country and busily showing you London and it’s specialties when you two aren’t on a job. She’s so excited to show you the city she lives in and during jobs she’s your personal cheerleader. At one point she insists to go on missions together with you and gets incredibly jealous and irritated when you’re paired off with someone else. She’s incredibly obnoxious to your partner and pesters William to make you two partners again since she’s known you longer and for that works better together with you.

🟥The activities you two do together start feeling more like dates at one point. Cheesy scenarios such as sharing pastries together or Grell insisting for you two to wear matching accessories. Grell also becomes uncomfortably more touchy, hugs you a lot or clings to your arm randomly. She’s fawning over you and compliments you constantly for even small things. When she’s alone, she’s busily daydreaming about the time she spent with you and how warm your body felt when she was hugging you. Grell is literally acting like your personal fangirl by now.

🟥Her reaction is dramatic when she finds out that your departure is coming soon. She nearly faints and lays for a moment unmoving on the ground before she jumps up and clings to you, begging you to not leave her. Grell glues herself to your side more than she did so before as she tries to spend as much time with you as she can since the present threat of you leaving her lingers above her head. She’s begging William to let you stay, probably follows him on missions which annoys him enough that he snaps at her at one point. At the same time she tries to convince you to stay, guilt-trips you a bit with the time you two had together. Didn’t that mean anything to you? Grell knows that she can’t just kidnap you though since your absence would be investigated. If push comes to pull, Grell is stubborn enough to try to follow you back to your own country. She doesn’t care what her superiors have to say about that.

Ronald Knox

😃Ronald is amicable, tells you that he looks forward to working together with you for the time of your exchange. He’s from the get-go very interested and curious about the country you come from. Your accent sticks out in a way he tends to tease you for, not in an offensive way that is. It’s interesting to see how you’re curious and excited about the things that are mundane for him, highlighting the differences in culture. Differently from Grell he gladly plays the tour guide for you when you two have no work to do, shows you around and introduces you to his culture. Ronald likes chatting with you about your country and it’s traditions too, mentions that he’d be interested to see your home at one point too. You’re clearly excited about the prospect, tell him that if he ever becomes an exchange reaper in your homeland, you’ll gladly show him around too.

😃You two quickly become good friends and spend so much time together. Even whilst you two mingle among humans, people tend to confuse you for a couple. You just laugh it off together with Ronald at first. With time though, you notice how he becomes quieter when humans tell you that you two act like a couple. Instead he seems to observe you for your reaction. You don’t pay it too much mind though. Ronald starts squeezing himself between all sorts of interactions you might have with other reapers, often comes up with excuses to why you two have to leave now. Be that work or something he really wants to show you.

😃The male reaper becomes very flirty around you, often uses pick-up lines or makes cheesy comments. His darling might not see it as something unusual at first since Ronald has always been a bit of a flirt. The amount he tends to do it though becomes a bit worrying over time. When you two are under humans, he basically acts like your life partner and is most likely manipulative enough to search for ways where you two have to pretend to be a couple in order to mix in well. You’re slightly uncomfortable so Ronald is definitely careful to balance everything well out so that you don’t start avoiding him. He glares at someone if they try to flirt with you when you two are under humans but quickly eases up his tense facial expression when you look at him.

😃Ronald knows that you won’t stay here forever and that aspect fills him suddenly with a sense of dread he didn’t have before. You will leave some day and god knows when he’ll be able to see you again. He can’t kidnap you though, he’d be banished if the higher-ups would find out. So he has to convince you somehow to want to stay in here. He tries his best to charm his way into your heart or guilt-trip you into staying at least a bit longer so that he has a bit more time to come up with a plan. If nothing should work, he’d most likely go about it the same way Grell does. By transferring into your branch of reapers. He couldn’t bear the distance between you two, he’d rather do his overwork with you than without you.

William T. Spears

📒William isn’t very happy with the exchange program either but if that is what was decided, he just has to endure it. He’s a grim reaper who loves order and is a bit concerned that you might be a little trouble maker. He has his hands full with Grell already so he really hopes that you’re a efficient worker because otherwise he’ll have to do overwork to do which he dislikes greatly. Honestly, he’s so polite and distant due to wanting to be professional that he might come over as very cold in his darling’s eyes. He doesn’t enjoy smalltalk and is instead focused on his work with you. William spends time introducing you to the system and order of the reapers in London and shows you around the city so you can memorize all the routes.

📒He’s not interested in showing you the culture at first. He just works together with you and doesn’t use his free time initially up for you. Instead he works even more to finish everything in time. Eventually he warms up a bit to you and caves in to your pleas to show you some interesting places in London since it’s your first time in the city. You work hard enough, he supposes that he can reward you a bit by playing a tour guide. He basically gives you a historical rundown by showing you the architecture, the palace of the Queen and some cultural food of London. He has no interest in more fun activities like markets so you have to drag him there if you want him to tag along. He’s awkward though, stands there and doesn’t know what to do.

📒Somehow you two manage to grow close which is a bit of a surprise for other grim reapers since William is very focused on his work and formality. He’s like a grumpy cat around you at times, nags you when you forget to be on time and gets irritated when you slack off due to spending time in the human world. He still likes you and that makes you proud somehow. Until he suddenly pulls back one day and distances himself from you. You’re confused and a bit hurt, try to ask him what’s wrong only for him to brush you coldly off. So you decide to let it be even if you don’t know what’s going on. William on the other hand knows too well. He’s gotten attached to you, something that shouldn’t happen. Shinigami should focus on their work and not mingle with the topic of love. Especially not since you’re an exchange partner. You can’t stay forever.

📒William tries to push you away to get his feelings under control again, spends as little time as possible with you. Unfortunately all is for naught. He can focus even less, your pained expression due to his distant behavior painfully clenching his heart. He’s distressed, his emotions unable to cope with the knowledge that you’ll be gone soon. He can’t work like this anymore. After, somewhat reluctantly, accepting his feelings, William starts planning how to transfer you permanently to his branch. He has a higher position and uses that when talking to his own higher-ups as he lists the reasons why he thinks that you should stay in London.

Undertaker

⚰️He’s long retired from his official position as a reaper as the lifestyle of one has grown boring for him. So he doesn’t even know about the exchange program. You just happen to stumble upon his shop during your free time which you use to explore the city. Undertaker’s shop caught your eye due to it’s unique profession so you just thought to check it out shortly. Undertaker has hidden his true nature from other supernatural beings before so changes are that you don’t recognize him as a fellow shinigami. The same can’t be said from the other side though since Undertaker senses what you are quickly. He’s a bit suspicious but acts like nothing is wrong at first, instead behaving like his usual eccentric and goofy self.

⚰️He’ll entertain you for a while to find out what your intentions are. Undertaker is quick to notice that you’re not from here too, your accent and possible different skin complexion giving you away. That’s why he deduces that you might stay here for a limited time and when he asks you in a casual manner from where you are and what you’re doing here, you confirm this suspicion of his. You answer vaguely that you’re here to work for a while and he doesn’t get the feeling, that you’re lying. When he concludes that you don’t know who he is and really only came in here out of curiosity, he eases up and shows you around in his shop. You show interest in all the coffins and other things, question him about them too which makes him sort of giddy.

⚰️Undertaker isn’t sure if you’ll return but is pleasantly surprised when you come back. He stayed on your mind as you can’t help but find this unique man interesting. He invites you happily again and so you spend your free time again with this man. It becomes soon a common thing for you to visit Undertaker in his shop since you’re somehow drawn to him. You enjoy his company and vice versa, Undertaker himself finds your presence very brightening and fulfilling. You two don’t limit yourselves to the shop though, you two go out sometimes too. He sticks out but he doesn’t care and so you try not to care either, even if you’re occasionally embarrassed with the attention he draws to himself and by extension also to you.

⚰️His silly facade keeps you from realizing his growing interest in you. Small touches such as touching strands of your hair or caressing your skin with his fingers a bit. He’s aware that you’ll have to leave at one point and asks you at one point how long you’re going to stay. You answer him honestly without realizing that this is going to bite you back. Undertaker has a big advantage. He’s a rogue and his current whereabouts are unknown to other shinigami so he can easily just kidnap you. He plans on doing exactly that, unwilling to let you leave him. He can’t risk you escaping though since it would endanger his existence if other reaper would try to make him pay for kidnapping you. So he plans meticulously whilst making sure that you remain unsuspecting.

[ofmonstersandlovers]

Yandere! Vinnie Headcanons

Okay so he's the worst as a yandere

For example, he is attached to the hip to you.

Moreso than Oliver and Knox

Will say that you were his soulmate as an opener, you assumed he was just flirting terribly

But he's serious

Vinnie really believes you to be his long lost soulmate coming back to him

Will constantly flirt with you and practically beg for your attention

Please pay attention to him and no one else omg

He gets jealous so easily that it's kinda funny

But also not because why are you jealous of the waiter all he said was to enjoy your food

Will pout and glare at anyone that has your attention, even if they were just saying excuse me

You'll have to get his attention for him to go back to his goofy sunshine self and no longer a vampire on a murder spree

Please, he loves touching you

It can be the simplest things

Touching your hand

Brushing up against your side

Fingers briefly touching when he passes you something or vice-versa

It makes his heart flip each time

Gives him life, those small touches

Will ruffle your hair every chance he gets, be it a greeting, or a goodbye

Omg he thinks about biting you

Like, fangs and all

Not to kill you of course but to just taste you

Vinnie bets his immortal life that you taste divine

That and he wants to leave marks across you expose skin to let everyone and anyone that you belong to him

Will attempt to give you nips if you're just friends

You'd think it was a weird affection thing while he's actively trying to mark you up and keep you as his

Will try to isolate you from everyone

Will be the smallest remarks that makes you question if Vinnie is the only real friend you have

"You know, not a lot a werewolves are cool with humans. Which is weird."

"Knox doesn't really befriend a lot of people, I think he likes being alone."

"Oliver is just nice to everyone."

Tries to sabotage any budding romance you may have with anyone

Don't even try to date anyone that's not him, he won't allow it

On the surface, he will be pouty about his "soulmate being taken away from him" as if he was joking

But in reality?

He's ready to wring the guy's neck for even breathing the same air as you

Overall, it is a very clingy and possessive yandere

Moreso than the two werewolves, funny enough.

[aneiria-writes]

Oh hey so I just finished the AFTG series, and I see that y’all seem to be pretty pro-Andreil omegaverse fics... *clears throat and cracks knuckles* well, I can’t resist writing an omegaverse AU. Sneak peek, anyone? 

‘Andrew.’ Neil’s voice is steady, but Andrew can smell the tension simmering beneath Neil’s skin; the frustration, the desperation. ‘Andrew, please.’ 

Neil’s scent is delicious, and Andrew grits his teeth and holds his breath against it. 

‘No.’

Neil whines, high and angry, in his throat, and his eyes burn into Andrew’s. He won’t protest out loud, not after Andrew has given such a firm no, but he stares at him, eyes imploring, mouth slightly parted and just begging to be kissed. 

‘Do not look at me like that,’ Andrew says, working hard to keep his voice level, bored. He planted a firm hand on Neil’s chest and pushed him backwards into the cage built into the back of the Foxes’ locker room. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andrew added, as Neil silently watched him shut the barred door and lock him in. The key was on a long chain, and Andrew made sure to sling it around his neck where Neil could see. ‘I’ll be back for you,’ he promised, and Neil nodded, subdued. 

Andrew hated himself as he turned his back on Neil, closing and locking the outer door behind him. 

Renee was waiting for him in the locker room, her small smile kind and understanding. Behind her Matt and Dan stood shoulder to shoulder, and Wymack hovered a few paces back. 

Andrew jabbed a finger into Renee’s face. ‘No one goes in,’ Andrew hissed, voice low in a clear threat. ‘And he doesn’t come out. Not until I come for him.’ 

Andrew caught a flare of hot, fierce protectiveness swirl from Renee as she nodded, eyes clear and serious. ‘I’ll watch him until you get back,’ she agreed.

‘We all will,’ Matt interjected, and Dan nodded at his side.

Andrew narrowed his eyes at them all. It didn’t feel right — it wasn’t right — abandoning Neil at his most vulnerable, but Andrew knew he had no choice. 

All the Fox girls had presented as alphas when the time came (with no surprise to anyone who knew them), but there was still no-one else Andrew could trust to protect Neil in his absence as much as Renee. The fact that she had taken and bitten not one, but two omegas of her own — Jean Moreau and Jeremy Knox — helped ease any lingering concerns Andrew might have had leaving Neil with another alpha. Dan had bitten Matt almost as soon as she presented, and Wymack, a beta, barely registered with Andrew is his heightened, pre-rut state. 

Neil’s pathetic whimper from behind the locked doors made Andrew’s blood fizz in his veins, all the pent-up frustration, arousal, and jealous, territorial rage that had been fighting in his system since he caught the first faint scent of Neil’s heat starting earlier that day. Andrew clenched his fists by his sides, fighting against every instinct he had so he wouldn’t barge his way back into the locked room and make Neil his.

‘Go,’ Renee says, and Andrew bites back a growl of possessiveness. 

He turns on his heel and stalks out of the Foxhole Court.

[mars-writes-yandere]

Yandere Reaper Head canons

someone request head canons for the reapers privately so here it is!

Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, stalking, manipulation

William T. Spears

William is a very possessive but aware yandere. He knows his feelings aren’t normal but he can’t help but want you as his and only his.

I think willam takes the longest out of all the Kuroshitsuji characters to fall for his darling. He just has a hard time accepting the fact that he had such strong feelings for you. William would fall for someone that’s exactly like him or the complete opposite.

He will eventually kidnap you but he will stalk you for a long time before he does anything. He wants to plan everything so even if something doesn’t go as originally planned it will still work out in his favor.

I think that he would be willing to kill for you but only under certain circumstances. He wouldn’t kill family or friends but anyone that stands in his way will definitely be killed

Grelle Sutcliff

Grelle is a delusional and obsessive yandere. She believes that the two of you are in a relationship but you two keep it a secret. She gets very obsessed with anything you do.

She doesn't fall for you immediately but once you two start to become friends she’ll fall in love. She’ll also treat you like the two of you are dating. She’ll be very touchy, spoil you with gifts and things like that.

She would kidnap you if you start hanging out with someone that Grelle deems a threat to your relationship. She would also kidnap you if someone broke her delusion.

She would 100% kill for you no doubt about it. It doesn’t matter who the person is if they get too close to you for her liking then they will be dead the next morning.

Ronald Knox

Ronald is a stalker type. He loves to watch you going about your day to day life and watching you sleep (ok kinda weird shawty)

He falls pretty fast and I think that he’s also a bit delusional. I feel like he would be more apt to fall for someone who doesn’t really react to his flirty behavior and kinda dismiss him.

He would definitely kidnap you if you start talking/dating someone. It not only ruined the little delusion about the two of you dating but he’s also prone to getting extremely jealous easily.

I don’t think he would kill for you but he’s not against threatening someone until they stop talking to you completely.

Undertaker

Undertaker is a slightly manipulative and aware yandere. The only thing about him is that he knows that what he’s feeling is wrong; he just can’t give two fucks.

He falls at a pretty normal pace. It's not too quick or it doesn’t take long either. He definitely falls for your personality; he just finds it so unique.

I don’t think undertaker would kidnap you but he would manipulate you so he’s the only one you see and rely on.

He will kill for you and he really doesn’t care if it’s family and friends as long as it makes you come closer to him.

[btsqualityy]

Aiden never wanted to be a official hyung or oppa? Like he’s good with the other kids younger than him. Knox, alessia, etc. Like is he seriously that jealous? Possessive of his mama? Like WHAT IF Kinsley had another baby. Just hypothetically. Aiden would be devastated?

He didn’t lol Aiden is somewhat spoiled because he’s the baby so if they were to hypothetically have another, he’d feel like his spot was being taken 😭

Aiden being great with the other kids is different because they’re not his siblings and he knows that they’ll go home eventually lol and even when it comes to Alessia, his cousin, he STILL side eyes her when she’s on Kinsley’s lap 🤣

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Stripped

My heart is aching for my darling rat bastard since his breakdown after Wrestle Kingdom. I want him back in NJPW so much. Or failing that, I want him in AEW causing havoc. 

Pairing: Jay White x OFC

Word count: 3,914

Content advisory: Sexual situations (takes place in a strip club), language

The stage is littered with those stupid fucking plastic stars because the owner likes the effect of the girls moving through it. “Stardust” he calls it, like it’s supposed to make everything magical. A fucking hazard is what it is. The floor gets slippery during the night and those stupid things kill any kind of friction you might be able to get in the skyscraper platforms and stiletto heels you work in. So you and all the other girls who work here have to focus on not slipping on stardust while you’re also focusing on shaking your ass and gyrating just right for the drunk businessmen or frat boys or bachelor parties or vaguely creepy loners you rely on to pay your rent. A shift turns into this ninja-style obstacle course of trying not to get your legs broken by the owner’s preferred decorations and trying not to get your face broken by guys who think you owe them more than dancing. 

But it’s a fuck of a lot more lucrative than waitressing or telemarketing, which are the two jobs you’d be likely to get other than dancing, and you’d still get treated like garbage at those places. So you spend time between dances picking these stupid goddamned stars off of your boots, because you don’t want to make it more dangerous to work here than it has to be, and reminding yourself that you could do, and have done, worse. 

Tonight is what you’d call a good night: decent crowd, decent tips, enough turnover to ensure that no one gets too possessive, the clientele drunk enough to be generous but not so drunk as to be violent. So aside from the threat posed by the imitation stardust, you head out to your third dance of the night with a sense of confidence. That is, until you see him. 

You can immediately tell that he’s drunk, obstreperously drunk. He’s slumped into his chair, spread out in an ungainly fashion. The bouncers hover close by, knowing that he’s far enough along to cause trouble but he doesn’t. The waitresses continue serving him, which is a little surprising. The guy must be tipping a fortune. If the mark is generous enough, they’ll bring him drinks until he’s unconscious. They’re supposed to cut him off at a reasonable point and the bouncers are supposed to get him into a taxi, even if they have to take the money out of the register, but if the guy’s throwing enough money around, the servers will toss security a share to look the other way for a bit. 

You’re noticing all this while waiting your turn on stage because you can barely take your eyes off him. His long hair is pulled back into a messy half-ponytail and his beard looks scruffy but there’s something magnetic, something intense about him. Contrary to his body language, his eyes look clear and manic, darting around like he’s expecting someone to jump him at any moment. His shirt is already loose and has a few buttons open and the more he slides around on his chair, the more you’re able to see. And dear god what a treat it is to see. Every time he breathes, there’s a ripple of muscles in his chest that looks like something out of a superhero comic or romance novel. You move around so that you can get a better look at him from different angles and so that you aren’t just sitting by the bar, dumbstruck and practically drooling. 

By the time it’s your turn on stage, you’re so keyed up you’re worried that you’re going to forget what to do or end up wiping out on the star-shaped death traps on stage. Every girl is paying special attention to him because he’s pushing so much money at them. And a lot of them are probably thinking the same thing you are: that he’s young and gorgeous and the chances of getting that combined with that much money and being too sloppy drunk to pose a real threat is like finding the pot of gold at the end of the damn rainbow. You’re all essentially auditioning for the role of “girl he’s going to want to take to a room upstairs for a private dance” and you are determined to absolutely kill this audition. 

You know you look good and you know you can move with the best of them but in order to make your turn really special, you need to channel what he’s making you feel, you need to make him understand what he’s doing to you and you need him to know that you’re inviting him to do more. You usually like to stick to your planned routines because you’ll be more confident on your feet but this is all about getting closer to him, about eye contact and the scent of pheromones and trying to bait a perfect trap. 

He seems to recognize the extra effort you’re putting into your work and gives a crooked smile as he tosses money towards you. He’s not even looking at the denominations, just casually tossing bills on the stage. This is going to be a very profitable evening for you if he does nothing other than stay around for a while. But you want more than that. Up close, there’s an aura about him, equal parts spoiled brat and caged animal, something contemptuous about the way he sips his drink, surveys the surroundings, even the way he looks at you when proffering bills. But when the two of you lock eyes, there’s something else, this desire, a need in him that he wants you to fill. 

You slide gracefully down on all fours in front of him, still undulating to the music, moving close enough that you can speak to him without having to raise your voice. 

“Baby, if you want to have some real fun, you know you can ask for a private room,” you coo. 

“So people keep telling me,” he smirks. 

He obviously wants to see if you’ll be offended, if he’s managed to hurt your feelings by letting you know that you’re just one of many vying for his attention and his money. But his tone isn’t dismissive, it’s challenging. 

“Aw, are you trying to make me jealous, handsome?”

You raise yourself up on your knees, running your hands over your breasts, then down between your legs, never breaking eye contact. He keeps his arrogant expression fixed in place as he produces a few more bills, holding them out between his fingers. So you lean forward, stretching slowly, like a cat in the sun, making sure he can see how flexible you are. You take the bills between your teeth and as you feel his hold on them loosen, you make sure that the swell of your bottom lip brushes the tip of his finger. 

Spinning yourself around, you rise to your feet again in one smooth motion and start to back away as the last few bars of the song signal that your little audition is ending. You make sure to give him a last look and the hint of a smile as you step backstage. When you do, you immediately move so that you can see what he does. 

He downs his drink and spends a long few moments contemplating the glass as the next girl takes to the stage. His eyes drift up to her and he drops a few bills but then you see him beckon one of the staff over. You can’t help but smile. He’s asking for you, you can feel it. 

*

“Guy’s pretty loaded,” the security guard cautions you. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “in more ways than one.”

The meat slab in a suit laughs at your joke and reassures you he’s there if you need him before he steps into the darkened booth at the end of the hall. It’s not something they advertise but the clubs keep cameras in the private rooms, so that security can keep an eye on things and take action if clients get out of line. Not every club does this, of course, and you’ve worked at some places where being in a private room meant you were on your own. This place is Fort Knox by comparison. 

You open the door where your Prince Charming is waiting for you. He’s sitting on one of the leather chairs, spread out like he owns the place, a bottle of scotch, the expensive stuff, sitting on the table next to him. Even in the low light you see his sparkling eyes lock on you. 

“Well it’s nice to see you again, handsome.”

You walk closer to him, loosening the robe that you’d thrown on before coming up. As it falls open, it catches on your breasts, the diaphanous fabric just barely covering your nipples, which grow hard at the sensation. 

“You’re the lucky girl who gets me to herself tonight,” he slurs. 

You spread your legs so that they’re on either side of his as you bend over to him. The fabric of your robe brushes against his skin as you bow your head close to whisper, “I feel pretty lucky right now.”

You step back and press a button to start the music, allowing the robe to fall from you as you start to sway for him. You don’t get too close, not right away. Building anticipation is always the best, watching that hunger build in a man’s eyes, all the more so because this one is so arrogant and full of himself as well as being gorgeous. You want to see just how worked up you can get him. So you hang back just a little, letting him watch the way the soft light plays on your skin and the movement of your hands over your body. 

After a couple of minutes of this, he gives a slow clap and pulls out more money for you. 

“You don’t have to do that here,” you remind him. “You’re all paid up.”

“Yeah, well I want to make sure I get the best service.”

“That’s what I’m here for, honey.”

“Jay,” he snaps. 

You give him a little frown, not exactly sure what he means. 

“My name,” he clarifies, as if you’re stupid for not understanding. “Not baby, not honey, not handsome. My name is Jay White.”

A circuit connects in your head as you hear him. 

“Jay White. You’re a wrestler. I’ve heard of you.”

“I’m not just “a” wrestler. I’m the best on the fucking planet.”

“Well then I really am lucky.”

You can hear the tension in his voice and the sooner you can stop this line of conversation and get him back to thinking about your body, the better. You move closer and gyrate slowly downward and back up just in front of him, your hands resting on the arms of the chair just a couple of inches from his. 

He still has the money in his hand and his expression remains sour. 

“Take it,” he nods towards the bills. “I’m a rich man. I can buy whatever the hell I want.”

You smile and shake your head. “You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and enjoy. Not that I don’t love that sexy accent.”

“Oh really? What kind of accent is it?”

It’s starting to feel like he’s brought you in here just to pick a fight, which is throwing you off your rhythm in every sense and also frustrating because it’s not making him any less attractive to you. You keep your slight smile as you lean close to him. 

“It’s a New Zealand accent.”

“You sure it’s not Australian?”

You nod. “I spent a couple of summers working in Australia and New Zealand. I can always tell the difference.”

He pushes his face close to yours, the scent of alcohol so strong that you feel like you’re going to get drunk from the fumes. “Were you working as a whore there too?”

Instead of responding, you pout a little and give him a sad look. At first, he scoffs but after a few seconds, his body relaxes a bit and he looks, if not apologetic, at least happy to move on. 

“Well, show me what you can do, then,” he drawls, taking another drink of scotch. 

You’re happy to oblige, winding your body around him in a serpentine fashion, making sure he’s close enough to feel the heat radiating from you, even pushing your hips close enough that he might be able to smell how turned on you are by him. And that’s only augmented by the feeling of his breath against your thighs, or the low moans that escape him when you hold yourself precariously close, barely respecting the rules of not touching that exist here. 

The music is slower than what plays in the club, sinuous and sensual and you move in perfect time with it, your body flowing like water around him. His thirst is palpable. You catch him adjusting himself or rubbing his palm against his groin with increasing frequency and the more turned on he seems to get, the more lustful you make your movements. 

You’re bent over him, drinking in the sound of his panting and grunting, when he speaks again. 

“I quit my job today,” he grumbles. 

You’re a little offended that he can detach himself so easily from the moment but when you look at him, his expression hasn’t changed, like what he’s going through here is linked somehow to what he’s done. 

“Why did you do that, hon- Jay?”

He smiles when you correct yourself and leans close, his breath condensing between your breasts for a few seconds before he responds. 

“Because I’m too fucking good for them.”

You don’t know who “them” means but you know better than to tell him that. 

“So they don’t deserve you,” you purr. 

“Goddamned right they don’t. Look at all this money I’ve got. Doesn’t mean a fucking thing if I don’t have respect.”

“Why wouldn’t they respect you?”

 He snaps his leg to one side, hitting your knee and almost making you collapse on top of him. 

“Come closer,” he whispers. 

You’re not really sure how much closer you can get without breaking the rules, but you incline your head close to his, so that his lips are next to your ear. 

“They don’t know what they have in me,” he hisses. “They don’t know how fucking lucky they are, how much I’ve given up for them. They just want to make me the leader of the fools in their company because they think that’s the best I can do. But you don’t think that, do you?”

His eyes glitter like a tiger in the jungle shade but you meet his gaze and don’t look away. 

“No,” you tell him, “you look like a damn rock star. You look like a king.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

He smiles and runs his hand up the back of your thigh, grabbing your ass and holding you in place while he grips your arm with his other hand. He presses his lips against the skin of your inner arm, lightly trailing kisses over the sensitive flesh before giving a sharp bite to your wrist. 

You give a little cry just as the door slams open and the security guard who’d accompanied you up here bursts into the room. 

“We got a problem here?” he roars. 

Jay slumps back in his chair with a defeated expression, like he’s preparing himself to be thrown out of the club by his hair. You rise as gracefully as you can and go to the guard, who’s obviously waiting for you to signal what needs to be done. 

“It’s ok,” you tell him calmly. You walk up to him so that your conversation won’t be overheard. “I kind of goaded him on.”

It’s not really true that you goaded him but it is true that you’ve been wanting him to touch you all night and it’s possible that he picked up on that. 

“Looks like he got a bit grabby.”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem for me.”

You keep your eyes trained on Jay, who’s watching your interaction with the beefy man and obviously trying to figure out what’s going on. In return, the security guard scowls at him and cuts a serious look at you. 

“You want me to turn off the camera?”

There it is, the magic question. The women who work here are dancers, strippers, and their job is only to move in an erotic way, to excite their clients. They’re kept secure by the presence of cameras that alert security if a client is getting out of line, if he’s breaking the rules by actually laying hands on one of the dancers. But there’s what’s allowed and what’s really allowed and that question is at the heart of it. 

The cameras protect the women but they also protect the club: they prove that all that’s going on in the private rooms is dancing and titillation, not prostitution. But if a woman wants to, she can tell security to turn off the camera for a while, meaning there’s no record of what happens. None of the girls are obliged to do it, and the official position of the club is that it’s not allowed, so if you get caught, they’ll fire you immediately. But if you’re ok with offering more than just a dance and willing to give the security guard a cut of the earnings, he’ll shut off the camera in the room and you can do whatever you want with your client. 

You’re not actually planning on charging Jay White anything more unless he wants something really kinky but you’ve already made so much money off him that you can cut the guard in and still have a great night. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, never taking your eyes off Jay, “that’s what I want.”

“It’s done,” the guard grunts. As he turns to leave, he gives your bicep a little squeeze. “You know I’m here if you need me.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

The financial details will get worked out later. Not all of the guards are so mellow but this guy, nicknamed “Bob” by the girls, is old school. He knows you have to bend the rules to make ends meet and knows that no one is making a fortune from what happens here. He never tries to shake the girls down, never assumes that being off-camera means he can just pretend the room is empty. He’s the perfect person to have working at this moment for you. It’s like fate. 

He leaves without another word and you stand in place until you see the tiny red light in the corner go out. Then you walk back over to Jay, bracing your arms on the chair so that you’re hovering just above him. 

“So what does that mean?” He nods towards the camera, apparently having noticed you looking at it. 

“You mean the little red light?”

“The little red light that’s gone out.”

“Well that means that you and I have some privacy, Jay White. That means that the rules are relaxed a little.”

He smiles a little and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap and giving you a nice preview of coming attractions. Yes, you think, the trailer definitely makes you want to see the movie. You continue to grind in rhythm with the background music but you’re no longer pretending that it’s the focus of your attention. Instead you lean in and press your lips to his, softly letting your tongue slide into his mouth and weaving your fingers into his hair. The kiss is every bit as electric, as passionate, and as needy as you’d hoped. The two of you remain lost in it, moaning and sighing, your bodies writhing against each other, seeking greater contact. 

It’s him who finally pulls back, his eyes hardly focusing as he runs his hands up and down your back. Finally, he pulls you close to him and buries his head in your chest, kissing every bit of flesh he can reach from your collarbone to your breast. When his mouth reaches your nipple, he locks his lips around it, licking, sucking, even nipping at the taut bud as his hands squeeze greedily at your back. 

He bites down sharply and you cry out at the pain, trying to twist away from him, but he’s more than strong enough to hold you in place. He swirls and flicks his tongue over the offended flesh, sighing and mewling as he does. The gentleness of his touches is enough to resolve any hesitation on your part, and you let your head fall back, moaning at the sensations he’s giving you. 

It’s a couple of minutes before you realize that your skin is wetter than it should be and you pull back, your first thought being that you’re bleeding from his bite. His head falls against your chest when you move and it’s then that you realize that he’s crying. Under normal circumstances, you’d ask him what was wrong, but this seems anything but normal, so you thread your fingers deeper in his dark hair and scratch gently at his scalp. 

“I just gave up on the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” he sobs, the tears coming harder. 

“Because they didn’t see the value in you.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen to me.”

His arms close tight around you and you can’t help pressing kisses all along the side of his head, down his neck as far as you can reach. 

“What if they’re right? What if I’m not as good as I think I am?”

You force yourself back so that you can look him straight in the eyes. 

“Stop it. You know that’s not true. You know you’re one of the greats because you came in here and fucking told me so yourself.” He looks at you with a forlorn expression. “Don’t let assholes make you think you’re worth less than you are.”

In one smooth movement, he stands up and sets you on your feet, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist so that the two of you are dancing like teenagers in high school. You pull him close and bury your head in the hollow of his shoulder, the way you always imagined yourself doing with your crushes back in the day. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he rasps. 

“You’re gonna be fine, baby,” you reassure him, completely unsure why you feel that way. “You’re gonna be great at whatever you do.”

“You mean it?” He pulls you tighter against him and buries his face in your shoulder. 

“Absolutely.”

“So are you gonna stay with me until I get on my feet again?”

You’re aware that it’s the alcohol talking, that he’s reached the stage where he’s willing to grab onto anything that looks like a stable point in a flood, and it hurts a little that you really mean what you’re about to say. 

“You’re damn right I will. I want to see just how far you can go.”

He smiles against your skin and pulls you even closer. The two of you sway back and forth to the music, languishing in the temporary security of each other’s bodies. 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Jealous Knox Overstreet would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Knox, more than anything, is afraid of losing you. You’re everything he could have ever wished for and the thought of some jerk swooping in and stealing you away tears him up inside. 

- You’ve never given him any reason to think you’re interested in someone else, he knows that, but he still can’t shake that creeping awful feeling whenever he see’s you with someone else. He can’t help but think that any day now you’ll take him aside and say you’re through.

- He’s not a fan of confrontation, never has been, and so, rather than approach and interrupt, he’s more likely to just sit around and pout. 

- True to his inner masochist, he watches until he can’t take it anymore, letting that pain in his chest fester until he feels about ready to die. Only then does he turn away and try to be patient as he waits for you to finish. 

- Sometimes he’ll just disappear while you’re talking to someone. You’ll finish your conversation and find that there’s no trace of him anywhere. More often then not he’s sitting outside or some empty place away from everyone else, moping around and feeling miserable. 

- You can tell pretty easily that something’s off once you find him/ join back with him. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, there’s always this slight change in his demeanor, a certain forced look to his smile, a hesitance in his touch. 

- Oftentimes you’ll have to pull it out of him like a bad tooth but there is the rare occasion that he brings it up himself, although he usually doesn’t mean to. It just slips out. 

- At some point he just won’t be able to take it anymore and will ask something that immediately gives it away. It becomes blaringly obvious as to whats going on after that. 

- A certain self consciousness arises whenever you seem to be having a lot of fun with another guy, especially one that you’re close to. Strangers on the street can make you laugh or smile; alright, you’ll never see them again. But friends? He wouldn’t dare ask you to not hang out with someone, that’s not fair to you and would make him seem like a possessive jerk.   

- All he can do is be extra romantic and loving in an attempt to show you how good of a boyfriend he is. He hopes it’s enough to convince you that you really are meant to be. 

- Flowers, surprise dates, little gifts, random “I love you’s”. You’d think he ran over your dog with the way he’s acting, or that he’s going to propose. It did cross his mind. 

- He definitely rants to the poets about the guys he’s jealous of, saying something along the lines of  “I don’t know why she even hangs around him, you know?”. They try their best to reassure him and snap him out of his grumpy state but it’s nearly impossible. 

- Knowing how stubborn Knox can be, one of them will usually try to slyly tell you what’s going on. You’re oftentimes very thankful that your boyfriend is so melodramatic with his friends, it’s routinely helpful. 

- Honestly, it just takes some good ol’ affection to make him feel better. Tell him you love him, kiss and touch him. Soon enough he forgets what he was thinking about and gets distracted by how much he loves the feeling of you loving him. 

- Once he’s in better spirits, you can ask him what was bothering him. He’ll tell you the truth, albeit shyly, and the two of you can work things out. 

[scotianostra]

On August 16th 1540 Sir James Hamilton of Finnart was executed.

If ever there was a fall from grace this is it, Hamilton was an architect and noble, known as the 'Bastard of Arran, back in the day Bastard was not classed as a swear word, it merely meant being illegitimate, in this case he the son of James Hamilton, 1st Earl of Arran. Knighted aged around 17 and seems to have been well thought of, at least by his peers.

If you have visited some of the castles and palaces of Scotland you will have seen Hamilton's' work, he is credited with much f the Palace at Falkland you see today, and the Palace at Stirling Castle. He also built Craignethan Castle in South Lanarkshire  for himself after being gifted the Craignethan Castle  by King James V. 

Hamilton was also involved in intrigue and persecution; he murdered John Stuart, the Earl of Lennox, and participated in the oppression of the Protestants, including his own cousin Patrick Hamilton, who was burnt at the stake in 1528. Known for his temper, Hamilton also provoked the infamous 'Clear the Causeway' skirmish in Edinburgh.

Also called Cleanse the Causeway, the Skirmish was the result of enmity between the House of Hamilton and the "Red" Angus line of the House of Clan Douglas, both powerful noble families jealous of each other's influence over King James V. The fight went badly for the Hamiltons, and Sir Patrick Hamilton and about 70 others were killed in the incident. The Earl of Arran and Sir James fought their way out, and escaped along a narrow close. Stealing a nearby pack-horse that had come into the city with coals, they fled through the shallows of the Nor Loch marshes.

Having survived this he seems to have still been in a good position of influence in the Royal Court and held the post of  Lord Steward of the Royal Household and Master of Works. 

For unexplained reasons his fickle King became convinced that Hamilton was plotting against him and, despite there being no evidence to support this, arrested his old friend, some of the evidence the King offered on August 16th 1540 at the trial was from 12 years previous and reads;

"Sir James Hamilton of Finnart, having been convicted of the treasonable shooting of guns and firing of missiles outside the palace of Linlithgow and from the bell-tower of the same, at the king and the people in his company, both at the time the king came to the palace and when he withdrew from the same, and especially at his lodging place in the same town, the king being personally present at the time of the firing of the said missiles. And for art and part in the treasonable imagination, planning, and consultation, vulgarly called devising, of assassinations, at the time it is said he was with Archibald Douglas of Kilspindie and James Douglas of Parkhead at the chapel of St Leonard near Edinburgh, after the forfeiture of Archibald Douglas, formerly Earl of Angus, George Douglas of Pittendreich his brother, and the said Archibald Douglas, his father, and also during the siege of Tantallon Castle in consultation with the said Douglases, how he would enter by the window near the upper part of the bed, 'the bedhead' (superiorem thori - literally above the pillows), in the King's palace near Holyrood Abbey, and how there he would commit the slaughter of the King. And for common treason and conspiracy against the King, his realm and lieges. Therefore it was given that this James forfeited his life, lands, rents and possessions to the king as his escheat, to remain with him in perpetuity."

That is how it read from the record books, they weren't keen on paragraphs back then!

After losing his head in Edinburgh King James seized his lands, taking the silverwork from the chapel at Craignethan along with a chest of the families paperwork many of which were destroyed by crown officers. Cardinal Beaton gave money to his widow, as she was his relative.

That wasn't the last the King heard from The Bastard of Arran though, Finnart is said to have appeared to the James V in a dream, and declared that he "would shortly lose both arms, then his head." This prophecy came true, as the King lost both of his young sons in 1541, and died himself in 1542. The story was recorded by John Knox and George Buchanan.

Wiilliam of Hawthornden and George Buchanan both cited the execution as evidence of arbitrary cruelty and greed in the behaviour of James V. The reasons for Finnart's execution remain unclear and are still debated between some historians to this day. 

Pics are of Craignethan Castle.

[harley-joy]

Sabotage A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance By: Shantel Tessier Narrated by: Gabriel Spires, Celia Stone, Gregory Salinas Length: 7 hrs and 12 mins Unabridged Audiobook Release date: 01-02-25 Language: English Publisher: Shantel Tessier

COLTON Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil.

She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning.

I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

I’ve ruined every relationship my little princess has ever had. A sure way that she’ll come crawling back to me, begging me for what only I can give her when another man fails her.

But I'm tired of watching others get a piece of what is mine. So, I did what any rational man would do—I staked my claim, showed the world that she belonged to me, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her believe it too.

RAYLEE Colton Remington Knox is a man I despise but can’t say no to.

He’s what any girl would call a walking red flag. But I’ve never claimed to be a smart woman when it comes to men. Why should he be any different?

I’ve always managed to hold my own against him. But this time, he’s gone too far. Posting a video of me on my knees for him, for what? To brag? Embarrass me? He’s acting like he doesn’t know me very well.

Colt wants to play a game? I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I win. No matter what it costs me.

People already think I have no dignity, so why let them down now?

Things to know about Sabotage A dark college/stepbrother romance TW (Please see author's note at the beginning of the book. If you have no triggers and want to go in blind, please skip to the prologue.) J/P (jealous/possessive) H OTT (over the top) H Told in multiple POVs

[animeyanderelover]

It’s been a while since I posted Hc’s so I decided to do it. In this Hc’s the s/o is a human.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, stalking, strictness, manipulation, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Grim Reaper Hc’s

Grell Sutcliff

🟥Grell is definitely a stalker. She watches her darling nearly all the time when they’re sleeping, eating, taking a shower. She takes tons of pictures from them, making sure to capture everything. She’s also the obsessive type, stealing the s/o’s clothes and wears them, enjoying the wonderful scent of her darling on them.

🟥Also the possessive type, the thought that her darling belongs to only her gets this girl excited and she makes sure that this dream will become reality. Clingy as fuck, when she’s near her darling she’s basically glued to their hips all the time.

🟥She’s possessive and clingy, not a good mix. She despises it when someone else is talking to her darling and is quick to act on it. She’ll smile at the person with her razorsharp teeth and that’s enough to scare anyone away. But she makes sure that this person gets a “little lesson” later.

🟥She’s willing to get messy for the s/o, even if it means troubles with William. Grell kills anyone as long as it means having her s/o for herself. She’ll beat that person bloody and brutally up before ending their life.

🟥For a long time she just watches you before deciding to kidnap you. Even though she has fun with killing all the people who dare to try to take you away from her, at some point she gets a little bit annoyed. But don’t worry too much, I can absolutely see her as someone who wants to do outside activities with her darling. If you behave, she’ll take you out quite often by herself.

🟥Grell is in my opinion a bit creepy, but also incredibly sweet and charming to you. She loves cuddling you or wearing your clothes and makes sure to shower you in affection and gifts. Expect a lot of cuddles. Loves doing couple things with you. She might also try to convince her darling to become a grim reaper. The thought of you and her being together for the rest of your long lifetimes and ending people’s life together makes this girl jump around thrilled.

Ronald Knox

😃Ronald strikes me as a manipulative one. This guy is very sociable and charming as well, he knows what to say to get the s/o to stay with him. He’ll manipulate his darling without them noticing and for some reason the s/o finds themself distancing from everyone. It’s all Ronald’s fault. Pretty clingy as well with a small mix of possessiveness.

😃Also an obsessive one. Ronald has a huge interest in the lifestyle of humans and he’s most interested in his darling’s lifestyle. He makes sure to find out as much as possible about them so he can always talk with them about things he knows they like. This lets his darling instantly feel a connection between the two of them when they talk. Do not wonder if he sometimes stares at you with lovesick eyes because that is what he is.

😃Ronald is as mentioned charming and funny, knowing how to make a place in your heart. Times spend with him are always funny and great and since he manipulates you into distancing yourself from others and spend all your time with him there’s most of the time no reason to get jealous. But if the s/o insists on spending time with others he’ll get jealous and guilt trip them hard.

😃Ronald only kills someone if they possess a threat towards his darling, meaning if they like the s/o or want to harm them. Then they’re dead the same night. Screw the paper work, you’re worth it.

😃Ronald wouldn’t want to kidnap the s/o hoping that he can rely on his charm to win their heart. He only kidnaps his darling if they try to avoid him or start to fall for someone else. That’s when Ronald gets slightly angry. He spends so much time with the s/o and is always there for them and they thank him like this?! That’s a big no for him. He really wanted to not do it, but now it seems like it can’t be helped, right?

😃He’s one of the better ones because he’s just so funny, charming and in general a nice person. It would be definitely hard for you to not fall in love with this guy even after he kidnapped you. Will also try to convince you to become a grim reaper.

William T. Spears

📒William is in my opinion a stalker, choosing to watch the s/o most of the time from the distance and making notes about their every movements what makes him the obsessive type as well. The s/o will always feel watched, no matter where they are!

📒He’s also the aware Yandere, he knows that these feelings he has for you aren’t normal. I believe at first he tried to avoid the s/o, thinking he could get his feelings under control, but he realized that this was a huge lie to himself. Also a strict Yandere, as soon as he has his darling, he expects a lot from them.

📒Calm and collected. This guy feels jealousy, but can endure it very well. It takes a while for him until he loses it. But then he makes sure to remove that little problem.

📒He hates extra work and tries to avoid it, but if someone pushes his limits then he makes sure to find a way to give that person an early death.

📒Kidnapping is the last option for him and he’ll only resort to it if he can’t get rid of someone else who stands in his way. He makes sure to have the perfect strategy to kidnap the s/o.

📒Calm, collected, strict and cold is a frightening mix in a Yandere, but also has it’s advantage. He has almost infinite patience with you and takes care of your needs very well. This guy has most likely your whole day scheduled and makes sure that you behave. He wants the both of you look perfect together and this guy will force you to become a grim reaper whether you like it or not.

Undertaker

⚰️Undertaker is such a two faced guy which is perfectly reflected in his Yandere behavior. On the one hand he’s clingy and obsessive. Undertaker never thought that the life of other humans was really interesting, but the s/o managed to change that. Suddenly there’s more to it and he wants to find out what exactly about his darling’s life fascinates him so much. This guy will somehow always bump into his darling, will always be in the same places they are.

⚰️But on the other hand he’s also very possessive, manipulative and overprotective. He lost already much with the death of the Earl Phantomhive and as a Grim Reaper he knows how fragile human’s life are. So he makes sure that nothing happens to the s/o. This guy has such an easy time to fool you without you noticing since you’re only familiar with his goofy side and don’t know his dark secrets.

⚰️Jealousy? Not for too long! He gets jealous easily as soon as someone else makes his darling smile and laugh. Only he should make them smile and laugh like this! That person won’t live long enough to witness the next day.

⚰️Different from the other Grim Reapers on the list Undertaker has retired a long time ago and doesn’t need to care over troubles with superior Reapers or extra paper work. He’s free to kill everyone who stands in his way with the s/o and that’s exactly what he does. Persons who make him jealous, hurt his darling or are a threat for them. No harm shall ever come to his darling and he’s ready to slaughter everyone for their safety.

⚰️Undertaker will kidnap his s/o rather quickly simply because he’s too worried for their safety. But don’t worry for someone who kills so willingly he makes sure that you’re as comfortable as possible.

⚰️I would put him in a yellow zone because of his two faced character. He has no mercy for everyone who harms you, but he’ll treat you like a fragile little doll, always careful to not harm you. If you try to escape he locks you in a coffin for a few hours before letting you out again, nothing more. He’s such a sweetheart for you, always joking to see that smile on your face and always giving you so much affection and love. But it’s scary to see when he cuts someone in half for causing you pain. He will find a way to extend your lifetime. The question is if it will be through legal or illegal actions because this guy doesn’t care for that.

[archivedakphaezya]

✄ -  to carry my muse piggy-back style - Knox [he lift]

      ❝It’s not fair-❞, he complained with a hint of jealousy blighting his voice. ❝He got one, I want one too.❞

      Just as much as the twins held a clear apprehension towards Knox and Shiro being too buddy-buddy with each other, so did Syo. Perhaps not for the same reasons, however. Syo was awfully possessive and did not know how to share. So, naturally, if Shiro got a piggyback ride, he wanted ten to make up for it.

      ❝Right now. On your knees.❞, he demanded, tightly crossing his arms by his chest until Knox abided by it. If anyone were to pass by at that moment, they would have gotten the wrong idea. Though before Knox’s legs even hit the ground, he pranced around to his back and hopped on it, wrapping his arms around his neck and tilting his entire weight forward, whether it choked him out or not. His thighs were dangling by his sides, waiting to get grabbed. A jealous Shoichi was a terrifying sight to behold.

      As soon as Knox caught a decent grip on him, though, his own loosened to a more loving degree and, in return, he placed a soft kiss on his nape.

      ❝Fast and bumpy, just how I like it~❞, he tittered in his ear and nestled by the side of his head while he was being carried off God knows where.