#might be just a smidge obsessed with this

[batgirlcopia]

just a man and his will to survive

[shibbledibble22]

I got back into town of salem, and keep using the name vandal, and it brings out the bastard in me

[hand-over-your-liver]

Days 15-21

Some of my favorite days are in this batch tbh just the way they’re composed is 🤌🤌

My friend did the rendering for day 18, love that friends sm man they’re so cool

Prompt list below the cut

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Not that these words mean anything, but I'm always and forever obsessed with the fact that Jonathan Halker is so abnormal + yet also so normal. If his situation had not become abnormal he would have just presented as normal his entire life and no one would ever know any different. This is a little bit true of Mina but also I feel like she's a little bit more striking off the bat + she'll special interest info dump & things that would make her stand out a smidge more than Jonathan. But like. In the novel Middlemarch, which is an incredibly underrated 19th century novel, George Eliot in general is incredibly underrated- she makes the point that some souls who in another time would have been iconic medieval saints/mystics/epic hearts, are born in pastoral 19th century England, and as a result, all of that passion and love that might have made them distinguished in another time period just sort of lies dormant because there's nowhere for it to go. That's how I feel about Johnathan. Like if he didn't go to Transylvania he literally would have just been a lawyer. He would be the same holiest love kind of man. The same man who scaled the walls of that Castle twice and pulled himself back from the edge of total insanity. He would have been that Jonathan. But instead of doing all that he would have just worked his job and raised his family and died. And he would have been very happy doing that. But no one would have known, least of all Jonathan that he had it in him. Do you understand me??? He would have just been normal.

[mayullla]

Title: You didn't know what to do.

Character(s): Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Neuvillette asked you to go on a date with him on Valentine's day. Warnings/tags: Yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged marriage setting, one-sided love, unrequited love, unrequited pining, possessive behavior, angsty, 1.4k words

A continuation for: 1. There is no love here. 2. But he didn't want to let go.

It was something that was going to happen at one point as he walked through the streets and saw decorations with pink and red heart designs. With Valentine's just around the corner, there were advertisements for it everywhere. From delicious chocolates and fancy restaurants to lists of what you should get for your picky partner posters.

Neuvillette didn't care much about the event in the past, and you didn't care much for it either. The day was too busy most of the time to go out and actually have time for yourselves. It called for too much attention compared to if you were to go out together on other days. It wasn’t like there were any rumors that you and his relationship were having problems to fix. If anything, a lot of people use the two of you as a reference for a loving relationship.

Neuvillette changed after the day when he cried on your hand, begging you to love him. He became sensitive to everything humans and others do. He observed human closeness and open affection, wondering if he could have the same. Not necessarily in public, as he was not keen on kissing so violently in public, yet he envied the love between them, the affection openly held in their eyes as if in this world there was no one else but them. After all, he knew that the affection you held in your eyes was never the kind of love they had between themselves.

Yet he wanted that. He wanted it so much. He wanted you to look at him with those eyes, not only in front of others but also when you were alone in the house, just the two of you.

He wanted it so much that it was hard to concentrate on anything.

Are you free on February 14th?" Neuvillette asked as the two of you walked together in the park, your arm around his while he held your hand. People glanced at you and him, but most made sure not to stare too long, yet you could see that they were curious.

"Hmmm? I think so... I don't have any plans then. Why do you ask?"

"I reserved a table at the restaurant. I was hoping that you would join me." The fancy name of the restaurant made your eyes widen a little. While it was a restaurant you would sometimes go to, it wasn't really a place where you could just waltz in and hope to find a seat without a reservation. Most of the time, you need to book a month beforehand. On a day like Valentine's, though, it would be practically impossible, even if you did try to book six months before.

You were curious as to why he would go so far, yet when his hand held your tongue, his eyes with a smidge of panic, you just froze instead of nodding your head, telling him that you would go. You smiled at him, "Yes, I would love to go."

The next day, he gifted you an expensive dress and accessories, hoping that you would wear them that day. After that incident, he started to gift you more presents, material stuff that he picked himself while receiving the help of others. As you stared at the present that you were given by a Melusine, cheerfully telling you that it was from your husband, you didn't have the will to stop Neuvillette when so many times he looked at you so fearfully that you might decline his gifts.

It wasn't like in the past, back when you were newlyweds, when he wasn't sure how to care for a wife, and he bought everything that you touched. Yet at the same time, the gifts now felt more like a desperate plea not to leave him.

You had made sure to stay with him. After that day, Neuvillette moved your sleeping quarters to his. His tight hold around your waist as you moved your arms around his head and neck, whispering in his ear and combing through his hair. It seemed that he would become frightened if you didn’t, ridden with anxiety until you reassured him of your promise to never leave him.

You weren't sure what to do when your husband was so sensitive to anything related to you. You were startled by this change after hundreds of years of having a quiet and peaceful relationship. You could not help but wonder if this was the same person you first met a long time ago. You could not help but wonder if the person who sat in the middle of the courtroom was the same man who was obsessive and possessive in the privacy of your own home.

The Melusines didn't understand what was wrong. They commented that your relationship with Neuvillette was closer, while those who saw something dark in Neuvillette's heart chalked it up to him just having a bad day. Most were still learning about human emotions, and many wouldn't understand the mania inside the obsession. If anything, they thought he was stressed and needed to be with his wife when they saw the darkness inside fading just a little. They thought you were the key, if anything, to calm their father.

You looked at the collar brooch that you had commissioned: a blue teardrop with little orange and dark blue stones held by a gold frame. It was something that you were given by a Melusine on one of your walks. She told you that she found a beautiful rock and wanted to give it to you and Neuvillette. You had kept it for a long time along with the many gifts you were given by them in a box, finally taking it out when you found a way to make it into jewelry. Closing the case of the box, you took it with you, placing it in your bag to keep it hidden.

You are here��� Are you ready?" Neuvillette asked, raising his arm to offer you his shoulder to hold onto. "Yes, I am," you told him, wearing the dress that he had given you. It was more expensive than what you usually wore. You weren't an extravagant spender, but you did have many clothes that a lot of people would dream of having. Heading to the restaurant, you kept your eyes in front of you, unable to look at him.

You knew he was looking at you…

“You look beautiful today…” Neuvillette whispered loud enough for you to hear. It was as if all the air left his lungs and he could barely say those words with what was left. “Thank you. You look handsome yourself.”

The question of why again circled in your mind as you wondered how this happened. Under his lovestruck eyes, you felt no more than a heavy burden.

You were confused... you didn't know how to handle the situation just yet when everything hit you all at once. You hesitated when you saw the hopefulness in his eyes whenever he looked at you or the envy and want as he looked at other couples. Yet the pain continued to hurt as he held onto you so tightly.

"I have a present for you," you told him in a soft voice. In the restaurant full of people, he chose a room for privacy. You pulled out a box from your bag and placed it on the table for him to reach. "Here, I hope you like it."

Thank you. May I open it now?" Taking the box, you saw the curiosity in his eyes, the hopeful look that you started to see so often now, but also a touch of affection. You let him, motioning that he was allowed to do so. You watched his eyes widen at the gift, slowly turning affectionate, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

The slight blush on his pale cheeks as he touched the stone with his hand made you think that it was okay, that he was actually fine and that this was going to be alright. His innocent expression as he looked at his gift in silence was something you were familiar with for a long time now, yet that was all taken away the moment he looked at you. The blush on his face darkened when he looked at you, and his eyes were dyed with love and obsession.

You couldn't move for a moment, unable to pull your eyes away from him. He looked happy. He looked for a moment content, yet at the same time, you realized that there was nothing more than this as the two of you would continue to spiral down to the depths of the ocean, drowning in want and love.

"Thank you."

[thegamingcatmom]

MORE SPOOKY BABY:

If Donna Beneviento were to take an interest in you, whether that be platonic or romantic, that would include:

(This will get rather dark and twisted cause that´s how I see her. Don´t like, don´t read. 🖤)

tea parties with her and her "friends"

helping her with her doll making

which means handing her tools and body parts

until she encourages you to try it yourself

(more like teasing you if she speaks through Angie, like "Come onnnn, or are you scaaaared?? Huuuh?? WHO´S A CHICKEN?? BAWK BAWK, HAHAHA!"

...she can be quite the meanie sometimes

not that she realizes

or cares

will drug you if you misbehave or try to escape

which means she´ll taunt you with nightmarish versions of your loved ones, chasing you around the house until you break down or pass out from fear

she´ll be there to comfort you after, ofc

she´s so very good at it

cooing at you and holding you close

shushing you like one would a child after a nightmare (I mean...)

"Shhh...calm, amore mio. They won´t get you...I won´t let them..."

it´s one of those rare times she doesn´t speak through Angie

her real voice is beautiful

so soothing and warm

a stark contrast to her crazed counterpart

it makes you forget what lurks beneath for a while

until you do something stupid and she has to remind you

her hallucinations don´t have to be scary though

she can conjure up your worst nightmares, but also your biggest hopes and dreams

she mostly uses them as a reward when you´ve been good

most times, those visions include your family

your real family

or the pet you´ve always wanted but were never allowed to have

she makes you help her in the garden

she doesn´t worry about you escaping

where would you run off to, anyway? down the waterfall?

besides, you know what happens if you do try to escape

(like that´ll stop you, idiot)

won´t take you to the meetings cause that´s way too risky

if something were to happen to you, she couldn’t promise to stay in control

she can get rather...possessive

you´re hers

.

.

.

I think I might have become a smidge obsessed with Spooky Baby.

...Just a smidge. 🤏

[astervoidtheartist]

yapper and listener duo!!

I've been so obsessed with TWDG for months and months and months on end. It's rotting my brain more than the walker corpses. I've been doodling the characters a lot lately so here's a big collection of drawings! (I love Louis so much it's indescribable oml)

(Same goes for Kenny, he's my bae)

Click read more to hear my ramblings about the art and TWDG in general lol (SPOILERS)

I genuinely am so heartbroken that Telltale isn't making anymore of these wonderful games. TWDG series is the first to ever make me sob, anytime Lee appears I do in fact cry my eyes out and it's such a beautiful story they've created here.

This may be an unpopular opinion: I do not hate Lilly. She is awful, don't get me wrong. But I love her as a villain, and I do feel sympathy for her. (Will never forgive her for Carley though, can forgive her for James because I'd rather him be dead than hate me lmao)

I went with Louis' "route" (if that's what you'd call it) because I love him but I also love Vi so I'm gonna replay the whole game to do her's. The piece where I drew them was inspired by that one scene where Louis asks you why you saved him over her and then goes on about how he loved annoying Violet and making her do that one eye roll lol

Also I love Kenny :( At the end of season 2 I had Clem and AJ go without him so I wouldn't have to see him die but I think I might replay it where we go with him so I can get just a smidge more content of him lmao.

Anyways thank you for reading my rambles, I don't have anyone to talk about this game with please suggest me to draw more people from it and yap about it to me ;(

[imagine--if]

"What am I to you" Bruce Wayne/Battinson x reader?!?

A/N: I kinda just went with the flow on this haha, there's a smidge of riddler x reader too but hi battinson peoples!! It's been a while 😁🖤 enjoyyy, sorry if I didn't follow the trope as much as you wanted bahaha

Wordcount: 798

"I'm sending you to Wayne Manor. You'll be safe there."

You blink up at the mystery man clad in all black in shock, rubbing at the mild red tape marks around your wrists. Wayne Manor? Was he joking?

"Wayne Manor?" you repeat incredulously. "You can't just go to Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne lives in Wayne Manor."

The Batman doesn't look up at you as he gently pulls a hand away from your wrist, cleaning the agitated skin area with a softness that should be alien to the vigilante, who stalks troublemakers and maniacs each night, warding them off the streets by any extreme means that doesn't involve guns.

"He'll understand."

You gape at him in a daze, the night's events a blur, making your head hurt just thinking about it. Of course, whatever drug that dampened the towel The Riddler shoved in your face before you were whisked off to a cold, crumby hotel room can't be helping either, and you swear you can still feel the effects making you feel weak and shaky even after The Batman stormed into the scene, cutting it short with an untamed rage you'd never seen in those dark eyes before.

Before all this, you'd never properly met The Batman, least of all been saved by him. It was only now that The Riddler was targeting the corrupt, trying to prove himself to Batman, and save you, his so-called angel, a beacon in this dark, cesspool city, from the corruption and the dangers lurking around every corner. But, if anything, The Riddler seemed like a danger to you, constantly sending you love poems and riddles on old-fashioned, cheesy valentines cards and promising his followers and viewers of his streams and trials that another reason to carry out his acts of terror was for you.

"So- so pure, and innocent, and angelic... and they're being corrupted! The influence of this rich, disgusting vermin of the city is attacking the biggest influence and symbol of hope in this forsaken place! I'm going to do something... something spectacular. All you have to do is watch and wait for a little while longer..."

If you'd have known that donating to charities for orphans and helping out true detectives like James Gordon with crimes instead of being bought off by Falcone would gain this kind of attention, you might have thought twice. But here you are. Being obsessed over by a murderous genius, and protected by a vigilante mystery man.

"Do you know him?" you ask Batman in wonder, as he frees your wrist, treated carefully and delicately. "Mr Wayne? I don't know if he'd be happy with me staying there. I mean, he doesn't talk to many people and... well, no one really knows much about him."

"He can make an exception," Batman answers you. "This is serious. I don't want you going back home or anywhere by yourself until Riddler's behind bars. You're a part of his plan, too."

You sigh, putting your hoodie back on and pulling the sleeves over your hands, fingertips poking out of the material. "I know. But I'm not your responsibility. You have enough to do already."

"It's my responsibility to keep you safe," The Batman argues. "I'm sure you're a very capable person, but this is dangerous. People have died. You know that."

"I don't think he'll kill me," you say after a beat of thought passes.

"He won't," The Batman says. "He won't go near you again. I'll make sure of it."

"Well..." you struggle to find the words, confused, as Batman goes over to his car, like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Thank you. But why do you care so much?"

The Batman freezes, glancing over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.

"No, I mean," you continue quickly, "apart from the fact that you're a vigilante and a protector and all. Like, what am I to you?"

You cringe inwardly at yourself after hearing the words come out of your mouth, and at the masked man's bemused expression. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was only protecting you because there's a terrorist on the loose, right? What exactly are you expecting?

What you don't expect is for The Batman to take a heavy step towards you, offering you a gloved hand to help you into the vehicle. His hand lingers in yours when you're sat down and he hesitates, an odd look of - what, insecurity? Flustered, just a little? - written in his features as he looks you dead in the eye, the intensity making your breath catch in your throat.

"Probably more than you think," he replies after a few moments of silence, and then his hand slips out of yours as the engine roars to life.

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[hatkuu]

Thoughts on Kylar with a S/O that doesn't care about his obsessive tendencies? like, he'll be following them home and pc will turn around to face him like "omg hi Kylar!!!"

oooh. you're in for it. he definitely takes it as an A okay to increase his obsessive behaviour ten fold. he just wants to make you happy!!

Kylar starts following you home so much more - to the point where he's spending all of his time with you - even if you don't notice he's there. You'll just be cutely going about your day, oblivious to the hunched, heaving breathing figure two steps behind you. Kylar thinks he's being so sneaky - that you don't notice the stale scent of his breath fanning against your nape - as you continue to roam Danube Street alone. But you eventually notice, given that no one else has a distinct undertone of garlic in their scent besides Kylar.

"Oh! Hi Kylar!"

Your words elicit a flinch from Kylar. His whole body freezes up, reboots, then flicks back on in a span of ten awkward seconds. You don't comment on it, instead, you smile, cooing at Kylar as you fix his matted, greasy hair hidden underneath his hood. Your fingers tussle through the tangled strands, hushing Kylar while he freezes up in panic amidst your coddling.

(more below the cut!!)

"Aw, you can't wear your hoodie all the time! Look at what it does to your hair!"

Kylar shyly smiles while you continue untangling and combing through his hair. Blood rushes to the vessels in Kylar's face as his smile grows wider and wider. You absent-mindedly smile back at him, oblivious to the obessessive, sick feelings blossoming in Kylar's heart.

He eats up all the attention you give him - mostly because no one else even looks at him with a smidge of the adoration that you do - all of your smiles, cooed out affirmations, fleeting touches... They make Kylar feel alive.

You don't think Kylar means any harm - because, well, why would he? He's just... your ...protector? You're not sure if you actually want to give him that title because he might take it just a little too literally and start stabbing at anyone who enters your personal space unannounced.

Kylar's reactions to you ignoring his obsessive behaviour solely depends on how you manage it. Like, if you're all sweet and loving despite openly seeing Kylar threaten a love interest; he takes that as your signature on your shared marriage certificate. But, if you're more oblivious (like himbo or bimbo s/o) Kylar is over the moon - this means he can do whatever he wants and you won't notice!

(Then his thoughts start shifting towards if he's the only person you're so nice to... He doesn't think he can live with himself if you're sharing your love with so many other people... cue hysterical Kylar shenanigans due to overthinking haha...)

[weirdsht]

Depleted - Cheongryeo x VTIC Member! Reader

notes: i promised i'll write fluff but this fic idea came to me as a shower thought and i had to write it before i forget

tags: novel spoilers (you're reading a cheongryeo fic it's expected), a smidge of angst i think, male reader, reader is a member of vtic, can be seen as romantic or platonic

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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“Cheongryeo.”

A quiet voice rang out inside the room making the two men arguing stop. The two had been arguing about making Park Moondae regress. They didn’t raise their voice but the possibility of that person overhearing was still high.

“What is it _____? Is someone looking for me?”

_____, the main rapper and visuals of VTIC. He is also someone who has been a constant member of the group since Cheongryeo’s first timeline.

“Cheongryeo.”

His voice sounded as if they had been carrying the weight of the world. It was so quiet, almost as if he was whispering the name for the wind to carry.

“Shin Jaehyeon. I’m tired.”

This shocked both men. VTIC’s main rapper was known to be someone optimistic. He may not be bright and bubbly like Chaeyul, but they have never seen such a crestfallen expression on his face.

“What is it, hmm? Do you want me to ask them to lessen your activities? I think we can remove some of your solo activities.”

Cheongryeo tries to appease _____. Moondae might even dare say he can hear a twinge of panic from the regressor’s voice. The earlier episode of his reset syndrome seems to evaporate.

“That’s not it…”

_____ looked at the ground. As he did the two other men saw the tears falling from his face. Both Moondae and Cheongryeo don’t know what to do. They don’t even know what’s happening to the rapper.

VTIC’s leader opted to squeeze the rapper’s hand. Encouraging him to say what’s wrong.

“More than a hundred. It’s been more than a hundred times…”

The two system holders have an idea of what _____ is talking about. However, they seem to be in denial.

“Jaehyeon-hyung please stop. I’m tired. I’m tired of regressing after hundreds of times.”

No one can see his face, but they can see the tears continue to fall on the ground.

“Our group this time is good. Sure Bihan got into a scandal but we’re established so we can surely get back from it.”

Amidst the chaos brewing in Cheongryeo’s mind, he could feel _____ squeeze his hand back.

“Hyung I’m tired. I’m tired of always fearing I’ll wake up and be back to where I was before debuting.”

_____ finally lifted his head. As he did everyone could see his red eyes and cheeks marred with tears.

“Shin Jaehyeon-hyung please stop this. Don’t convince Moondae-nim to reset. He even told you he couldn’t.”

The tired and heartbroken expression on the man’s face made both Moondae and Cheongryeo swallow the questions they had. He looks so sick and tired of everything that they couldn’t ask for anything.

How much did you hear?

Why do you regress with Cheongryeo?

Do you have missions too?

How long have you known?

Why haven’t you said anything?

Those were some of the questions on the tip of their tongues. Questions they can’t dare ask right now. Not when the man they have to seek answers from is so vulnerable.

However, Shin Jaehyeon managed to ask one question.

“How long have you been suffering?”

_____ didn’t answer. He only shook his head.

Despite his question not being answered, VTIC’s leader has come to a realization. He may have wanted each regression. Obsessed with it. But it’s different for _____. The poor man was just collateral damage. Cheongryeo is surprised he hasn’t lost his mind yet.

So he decided to stop.

To put an end to this.

_____ was right. Their group this time is good. There’s no need to get hung up on a vocalist getting into a scandal.

Moondae was right. There are a lot of things in this timeline that he will miss. A lot of things he will not be able to recreate even if he regresses.

They were right. It’s fine even if this timeline isn’t perfect. That doesn’t make it any precious.

“I’ll stop. I promise to stop. I’m sorry for dragging you through all that for so long.”

Cheongryeo hugged the one constant in his every regression. The one who doesn’t change no matter what route he decides to take.

“I’ll let you rest. I promise.”

[gravesightings]

PDA: with or against? - the collector, brahms, bubba, jason, chromeskull

are the slashers with or against public displays of affection?

Asa Emory / The Collector

if you started out as his favorite, then he's firmly against it. anything you want to do, you need his permission. you're not allowed out in public anyways, so what's the point?

if you somehow managed to seduce this man outside of his "work" then congratulations he'll tolerate it. again, he's the one in charge so he'll initiate the PDA, thank you very much.

it really depends on the situation. if it's something small like hand-holding or a quick peck or two he's fine with it but if he's not in the mood and you're being too much, he'll quickly shut it down.

whenever he does do it himself his intentions are far less innocent than yours. he'll have his arm around your waist and kiss you when he decides somebody's eyeing you up a bit too much for his liking.

it's a whole different story if it's a victim of his that's interested in you however, and he won't hesitate to claim you in front of them if he feels the need to.

Brahms Heelshire

yes, yes, yes! a million times yes! brahmsy is absolutely with you on excessive amounts of PDA. the thing is though, does it really count as PDA if it's just the two of you? there isn't really anybody else to witness it.

in front of the victims, though? absolutely. how else is he going to let them know that you're his? he'll be handsy and he won't be sorry about it unless you set some clear boundaries with him.

isn't he such a good boy? can you praise him a bit more? his victims are going to be soo blinded with envy when they see just how much you love him, he just knows it. can he please have a kiss? he's been behaving so good so far. how about another one and he'll be extra good?

the most he'll do is heavy petting in front of the victims until his obsession gets the best of him. stop! stop staring at his beloved! he'll gouge their eyes out if they keep staring. only he can look at you like that.

brahmsy is a bit too greedy for your attention to want to claim you in front of them like Asa. maybe once they're dying he might consider it but only if they were ogling you too much and he's too riled up to carry you to another room.

Bubba Sawyer

oh, bubby would definitely be on board with some PDA! as long as you keep it PG he's more than happy to humor you. if it gets a little too steamy then... well, he'll still let it happen but he'll be really embarrassed about it.

he would prefer to tone it down just a smidge in front of his family though because he's shy... his siblings' persistent teasing gets to him sometimes (but!!! he's still extremely grateful you're so expressive with your affections!)

other than that, he doesn't care at all. victim? passerby? cattle? who cares! all that matters to him is that you want to kiss him and hold his hand. he's so lucky to have such an affectionate partner!

at the very least remember to keep your hands to yourself when he's working though. bubba has a soft heart and can't really say no to you so he might get in trouble for smooching his darling instead of getting his chores done.

he wouldn't want to get too intimate with you around other people though but if you want to do that he'll let it happen. just as long as it's not his family. he doesn't want them to see you like that.

Jason Voorhees

this big guy absolutely adores you but please keep it to a minimum or his heart will burst right out of his chest. he's conflicted! on one hand, he loves any kind of affection you give him but it's also very hard to focus on protecting you when you're being so sweet to him.

he hates anybody that's even remotely near you so there's a high chance there won't be a living soul around to witness your affections up close.

if somebody was keeping their distance and watching you two from afar then he's extra pissed off! why are they sneaking around like some kind of pervert? two million arrows to your head, fool.

he's not really the type to "show off" his partner. Jason is more of a reserved lover. he's a lot more comfortable sharing his affections if it's just the two of you.

you're so distracting that it's dangerous. this is serious, stop smiling at him! what if some weirdo waltzes in here and catches you two kissing? what do you mean they can watch? they absolutely cannot. he refuses.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

this bastard's more concerned about his image than anything else. yes, yes, he knows he's such a good partner and you adore him so very much but you can worship him later, he's busy right now. like Asa, he'll tolerate a certain amount but he'll only let it happen on his terms.

in front of the victims? sure, he lets you cling onto him like the obedient little thing you are. hell, he would make a show out of it. can you use your words and tell him what you want and how you want it? behave and he'll give it to you. pipe down and let them watch.

out in public he's more reserved. at most he'll hold your hand, let you hold onto his arm or give him quick kisses. Jesse is still quite protective of you so despite his willingness to show you off, there's still a lot of things of yours that are meant for his eyes only.

he's gotten a lot more reserved around his employees and he expects you to be the same. behave yourself or he'll straight up punish you for being too clingy.

if he's feeling particularly possessive, he'll do whatever he wants with you and he wouldn't care about being watched. just don't expect to have the same privilege. he'll only accept your PDA if he feels like it.

[accala]

Zack Fair in the Lifestream

Can I just mention how Zack managed to NOT dissipate into the lifestream??! If we base it of the lifestream black & white chapters from "On the Way to a Smile," it's a difficult feat to do.

Here's an excerpt from Aerith:

"The woman was an Ancient. Which explained how she was able to maintain her individuality even within the Lifestream. If she so wished she could become part of the planet at any time, but the woman thought it too early for that just yet."

With the way this was phrased, it's implied that Ancients can choose to stay intact and those who aren't an Ancient would find it difficult to maintain individuality (or maybe I'm pulling a leg here but hear me out). Ancients are able to maintain individuality because of their connection with the Planet & the Lifestream. Zack was shown to have individuality in Advent Children. Which brings the question of what happened to Zack’s spirit in the afterlife.

Even Sephiroth in the OG game had a hard time not dissipating into it considering his half disintegrated body in his cocoon form. Although this maybe pertains to his physical body only. I'm inferring he was dying when Cloud stabbed him in Crisis Core (was still semi-alive) and fully dead when the party defeated him. After OG FF7, he was grasping onto Cloud as his point of obsession just so he wouldn't erode into the Lifestream's current.

Mind you, despite being seen as an infection in the Lifestream and in hindsight should have been easy to be rid of, this is the man that became god and took control of a planet-killing alien to make clones of himself. His tenacity knows no bounds and not dissipating is a difficult goal he achieved momentarily regardless.

Excerpts from Sephiroth & Aerith respectively:

“The man knew that if one could hold onto some core of their spirit, then one could remain a separate entity, independent from the planet’s system."

“She rushed through the Lifestream in search of other souls to help her. Ancients, on the verge of diffusing. These fragments of consciousness accepted her undertaking. When she found fragments of consciousness of people she had once known– pitifully few in number– she infused them with her own memories and sought their assistance.”

I think Zack was one of those fragments of consciousness that Aerith ended up finding and infusing with her own memories, which gave him individuality. But that doesn’t explain as to why or how fragments of a SOLDIER First-Class with JENOVA cells managed to stay intact for 2 YEARS (from OG FF7 to Advent Children) before Aerith found them. Lifestream White 2 mentions that spirits can refuse to be absorbed by the Lifestream due to hatred, and by Sephiroth’s case, his obsession with Cloud and his memories of him. But I don’t think that’s what Zack did based on his character. Instead of hatred or obsession, Zack had a strong will.

The fact that Aerith found fragments of Zack despite 2 years of his death implies that he chose to stay and to yet dissipate. I think he might have tried latching onto "some core of his spirit” to probably watch over Aerith & Cloud (the implications of him seeing Aerith's death is making me feral). I think the nature of his death played a part in this resolve. This part is mostly speculation: he died so close to Midgar, just a smidge of seeing Aerith again. And despite passing on his legacy to Cloud, Cloud was just newly reawakened from his coma. He might have wanted to watch over him and Aerith for a while and see how his legacy plays out. So a guardian angel if you will ;) (plays thematically with Crisis Core).

The image of Sephiroth trying so hard to not disappear while Zack is there because he’s just That Guy is funny to think about

[yourfuckingmomdotcom]

Yandere Goth x GN! Reader Drabble

As someone who is goth, I wanted a goth yandere that reflected the subculture a lot better than I’ve seen some do. Not that others do a bad job, I like a lot of them, but they focus on the look more than the subculture itself and I wanted to reflect my experience a smidge. Word Count: 840

TW: Yandere stuff, stalking, teeth outside of the human body, anxiety mention

🖤 Yandere Goth, living just outside of a major city ends up drifting across the lamp-lit streets whenever he finds himself bored. In a sense, he likes the barren streets with the absence of loud noise and diesel in the air. It doesn’t help that his apartment is quite overstuffed with dark-inclined paraphernalia, or that he struggles to sleep most nights because he prefers to sleep from dawn to the afternoon.

🖤 Yandere Goth, who runs and manages an invite only goth club. It’s slightly elitist and snobby, but he can be very flexible when it comes to guests and the music is always killer. Luckily for him, he has the final say so in who can get in, and more importantly who he can kick out. He will eventually kick out anyone that even attempts to look at you in any way other than a slight glance. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who presents as mostly functional as far as yanderes go, but actually is just hiding all that he does for you. That guy who tried to get flirty in the club? He was “kicked out”, but so were his teeth in the back alley after he dragged him out. Heaven forbid someone attempt anything worse, it won’t end well. Though you did get gifted highly realistic tooth earrings a week later, you thought it was charming assuming the teeth were resin fakes. 🖤 Yandere Goth, sews his own attire due to the fact that there’s not many masculine goth brands that don’t cost a lot of money. Eventually he’ll offer to make you matching clothes just to touch and measure your body. He’s just obsessed with wrapping around the tape measure around all of your sensual areas, or when he rubs his hand down the unfinished muslin seams on your sides to ‘see how it fits’ or ‘if it’s too tight, which will lead to the thread to stretch and rip’. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who would genuinely explode if you allowed him to make you custom lingerie. It doesn’t matter what your gender identity is, you’re gonna be in the most intricately designed lingerie that anyone could offer… (He also definitely has made some behind your back, he keeps it on a mannequin that he got in your size in his room. When you come over he rips it off and hides it underneath his bed.) 🖤 Yandere Goth, believes heavily in the ‘DIY or die’ mentality. Makes more than just clothes including jewelry, faux-leather items, haircare, makeup, and anything he could possibly do on his own. His love language is also gift-giving, so expect to have mountains of custom gear to your tastes.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he won’t kidnap you exactly. He prefers to be more covert in isolating you. He loves you in his club, so he’ll bring you there for every event at his side. But he tries to keep you from wandering too far, irrationally nervous about what others will do or say to you. Sometimes when you sleep over, he’ll leave and lock the door from the outside. When he returns he’ll claim it was a mistake, and offer to stay longer since you’re already here. Eventually he’d try and convince you to move in. If his means of entrapment didn’t work he might try to kidnap you for real, but that would take a relationship he wasn’t confident in and a worrying amount of anxiety from him to even consider. 🖤 Yandere Goth, doesn’t like to admit this, but he really likes to stalk you in the dead of night. He never does it during the day, but he just likes to watch you sleep when he can’t. It’s almost like a dark reminder that the world around him is asleep, and that he should be getting tired. His dark clothes mask him in the night, so even if you wake up you most likely won’t see him. After he goes home, he gets the best sleep of his life, which ends up reaffirming and justifying this behavior in his mind. It’s a toxic cycle he’s gotten himself into, but if you were in an actual relationship the frequency of stalking would dramatically decrease as sleeping next to you basically knocks him out.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he prefers his desolation but he wants to share his self-induced state of loneliness with you. He pleads with whatever might be out there for you to embrace him in his coldest nights, to dance with him to the monotone bass of his favorite artists, or maybe to just have someone who seems to love him back. He promises that what you provide him, he’ll provide tenfold. Just let him love you forever, and he’ll make sure you won’t regret it… But if you reject him, expect some intense stalking followed by him taking you away where he’s sure nobody could interfere ever again.

[voltronisanobsession]

Yandere Keith Headcanons

Again, this might seem a bit unorganized, oh well😔 i wanted to add more to this but I realized it was getting too long💔💔

Keith is lowkey a bit intense as a yandere

When he first met you, he was a bit standoffish, just like he was with everyone else

But the way you looked at him with such soft eyes listening to him speak had his heart beating a bit faster, which honestly confused him

This guy has no idea what to do with his feelings

He knows that his feelings aren’t normal when he starts to grow possessive of you as Lance stands a smidge too close to you

Or how you tend to pay more attention to Pidge when she begins speaking, her sarcastic comments making you laugh

I mean come on, he just met you!

Keith grows frustrated because he doesn’t understand why his feelings for you are growing so rapidly in a short amount of time

Because of this, he lowkey kinda takes it out on you, blaming you for making him feel these feelings he didn’t even want in the beginning

And boy do you notice his more aggressive behavior towards you as compared to the rest of the group, even Lance!

Keith ignores you in hopes the weird feelings will go away

Whenever he does need to talk to you, he gets straight to the point not wasting time on small talk

Definitely gives you a harder time trying to work with the group, he’s always pointing out what mistakes you did and just attacking you about it

You didn’t understand cuz damn, you just met the dude💔

You try to build a better relationship with him even though you have no idea what you’ve done to him, often trying to make small conversation in hopes to loosen his nerves

You still choosing to be around him even though he makes it a big problem makes his obsession grow just a bit more

After countless efforts and days of your persistence and his feelings growing more intense the longer he denied his feelings, Keith finally decided to just give into his never ending obsession

Which backfires on you in the end

You’re confused on the sudden change in behavior but hey, at least he isn’t so tough on you now

Follows you around like a lost puppy

Keith has this need to constantly be around you, so he tries to be lowkey when trying to follow you around the castle

He tries not to make it obvious that he’s following you but you definitely notice

“Keith are you following?”

“What? No… no, you just so happened to be going where I’m uh, going. Yeah.”

“You’re trying to go to my room?”

“No-“

You brush it off, a little weirded out, but you think it’s because he hasn’t really had a lot of friends seeing as he was mostly an outcast in the garrison

He’s so painfully awkward around you he finds it hard to talk to you

So he settles with just intensely staring at you, wherever you are

Even if he doesn’t talk to you often, you do try your best to still talk to him now that he isn’t constantly ignoring you, though the way he stares at you unblinking makes your gut twist

During missions, Keith always DISCREETLY offers to be your partner if you guys were to ever split up

Is constantly hovering over you, telling you what to do, saying you have to follow his lead or else you might mess the mission up

This obviously does not sit right with you, your whispering arguments always making you guys lose your cover

“Keith, you can’t always control what we do in these missions!”

“You don’t even know how to fight y/n, how do you even expect to get the mission done? Just follow my lead and stop getting in the way.”

“I know you did not just say that-“

Cue shooting noises

It starts becoming a problem once Keith actually begins gaslighting you into thinking you need him if you want to survive the galra

Keith basically tries to establish his ‘dominance’ over you, claiming he knows what’s best for you

This leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you start fighting back, while the rest of the team is left in confusion

They care for you, yes, but Keith does have a point in needing to keep you safe

Sometimes you can get a bit reckless which is no bueno in their eyes, so they choose to side with Keith on this issue

He’s so controlling over what you do, afraid that you’ll hurt yourself

I think at one point, Keith would get so frustrated with your constant resistance against him that he’ll purposely put you in danger just to prove his point

He needs you to see that you need him, just like how he needs you

After that incident, he saves you and that’s when you realize maybe you aren’t as good of a paladin like the others are

I think you would talk to Keith about it since now you realize what he’s said might be true

He would lowkey feel bad but is happier that you finally see things from his perspective

Kinda would begin to isolate you from the others, i mean you need to start focusing on training instead of worrying about the team, they’ll only distract you!

Spending so much time with him will bound to make you catch feelings for this guy, which is the last thing you expected

Keith notices this and would just purposely try to make you flustered to confirm everything

When it comes to finally securing you in his grasp, Keith is not shy when asking you out

His body sings with joy once you accept his feelings, now knowing he’s been able to influence you this much

Missions go much more smoothly in his eyes with you following his very last instructions and constantly following him around now

I feel like he would expect you to go and stay with him during his blade of mamora missions

Gets mad when Shiro tries reasoning with him by saying there’s no way you’d be able to keep up with the fast and intense nature of these missions, which makes you relieved to say the least

OMG QUANTUM ABYSS KEIITTTHHH

THATS when his yandere tendencies really make its debut since he wouldn’t have seen you for two years but that’s a whole different post for a different time!!!!

Overall, Keith is the controlling one in this situation, he’s always watching you and making sure you stay within his line of sight

Doesn’t want any harm coming to you, but Keith might not realize that he’s the one causing you real harm as you begin fearing the thought of you alone without him

He does strive to be a good boyfriend for you but with the way he’s easily influenced by his own obsession, you’ll start to feel more like an object than an actual lover

[moon-huny]

Feel Your Power - ScareActor!Buggy

CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. cursing, p in v sex, afab reader, dom!Buggy, sub!Reader that type of dynamic at least

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: Caleb and Blake throw a Halloween party at their place and a certain guest makes an appearance.

A/N: Ayo, this one is half the length of the original. But it is because I'll have a little epilogue published later on. I am still a bit eepy, but thank you all for your patience and understanding that this weekend was a much needed break from looking at a computer screen.

Happy Kinktober. Okay, that's all, enjoy.

Read Part One The Midnight Hour

“Come on, tell us more about him.”

“Yea, (Y/N), I want to hear every. single. detail.”

You, Lete and Marnie were curled up together on the couch at Caleb’s place – Marnie practically on Lete’s lap. The soft lights around the room reflected in shades of red, blue, green and orange. 

Though Blake and Caleb’s apartment wasn’t huge, they somehow managed to get quite a crowd packed into the small space. The two had been friends since diapers and you’re pretty sure they were third cousins … or shared a step mom … or some other miscellaneous familial thing that was hard to explain.

Marnie was Carrie this year. Her pretty pink slip dress was covered in blood as well as her forehead and neck. The tiara she wore was just a smidge too big and she’d had to readjust the sparkly headpiece all night yet refused to take it off since it would “ruin her look.”

Lete went with a classic Patrick Batemen costume. She had pulled her old school wired headphones down around her neck in the same place a little red tie hung. She wore a cute mini-skirt and suit-jacket combo with a clear raincoat covered in blood to complete the look.

You were a bit spooky last year in your Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas get up. This year, however, you’d decided to go full Halloween glam opting for the ever popular mermaid costume.

“I think he was just Caleb’s weird friend,” you said, brushing off the conversation. “He didn’t even give me his number or contact or name. I really can’t imagine we’d meet again much less … well you get it.”

This was not your first time talking about Buggy since the night of the haunt visit. You had rehashed the story over and over to Lete, Marnie and Blake after they asked where you’d gone on the way home and Caleb just had to open his mouth. 

Granted you only told the story in summary, but still your friends were so intrigued with the idea that some mystery man was on your mind 24/7.

“Why would you be so sure about that?” asked Marnie.

“Yea! Why not ask Caleb for his number or snap or something?” said Lete, exasperated with the fact you refused to make any moves when it came to a guy you were clearly obsessed over.

“Because, I am of the firm belief that when someone says ‘See ya next Halloween’ they aren’t exactly looking for a relationship.” You retort.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him again, just that the idea of getting your hopes up for a guy in this economy was like putting all your chips on 23. You might spin the roulette wheel and win big or you might spend all your money gambling.

It was just then you felt a presence flop onto the empty space on the couch beside you.

“How you feeling tonight, sea queen?” said a very stupidly drunk Caleb dressed as the horror classic Ghostface. “Do you three know that Blake is in the kitchen right now absolutely cleaning house at beer pong? I lost *bur* so many times.”

Blake, dressed as a very glamorous Freddy Kruger, was in fact impeccable at most drinking games. Part of the reason why you and the two lovers decided that, unless you wanted to be face down on the floor, it was best to avoid Blake’s winning rampage until they got bored.

“We told you not to play with them Caleb,” said Lete.

“Hey, (Y/N),” said Caleb, hooking onto you like a backpack. “Trick or treat?”

“You smell like a bar, go eat something and drink a glass of water.” You replied. You were only slightly worried about your friend knowing full well that this was just how he was. A total flirt and a massive drinker.

“Answer my question, Little Mermaid,” he spoke into your ear. “Trick or Treat?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know Caleb, treat?”

Expecting, at worst, a kiss on the cheek or, at best, another seltzer shoved into your hand you did not see it coming when he grabbed your head, rotated it 90 degrees to the left, and pointed out none other than the man who had haunted your dreams for the past week.

There he was plain as day on the other side of the room, only, he didn’t look like he had that night. He wasn’t even wearing a costume. No wonder you didn’t notice him.

Your eyes went wide and your deepest fears came true. He was a real, tangible person and he could potentially think you aren’t worth his time. All of your memories came flooding back to you. All of the super hot moments you shared in the moment began to color in your mind a deep shade of shame and embarrassment. You felt a hand reach over and touch your knee.

“Whatever you are thinking right now,” said Lete. “I need you to know you are the hottest person in the room.”

“Hey!” said Marnie.

“I’m in love with you, it doesn’t count,” Lete said back in an even tone.

“She’s right though, (Y/N) you look great and I am sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Marnie said, confidence in her girlfriend restored.

Eyes still wide in terror at the potential scenarios, he finally turned in your direction. You knew that had to have been your fault. Why is it that people can feel you looking at them? Getting up you swiftly ran into the kitchen.

Pushing past the tight knit cluster of bodies your eyes landed on Blake at the dinner table under soft green light.

“Yo! (Y/N)! Come watch me destroy these losers at this game,” They shouted to you.

If you hadn’t been on a mission to be anywhere but here, you would have called on Blake to stop bullying the other party goers. But these were different circumstances.

“Can I go up to your room for a bit?” you asked quietly so as not to draw attention to yourself while the other team set up their cups. 

Blake got a more serious tone, “yea dude of course. You good?”

“Yep. I’m fine, just need some quiet.”

“Okay, know where to go?”

“Yes, be down in a lil.”

And off you went, down the hall and toward the stairs. 

That is, until a certain someone had to get in your way.

“If you’re avoiding me that is totally okay just say the word and I’ll walk away and leave you alone. But parties aren’t really my thing and I came here tonight to see you so give me one sec?”

There were people all around you yelling over one another and in the small hallway. You really didn’t want to have to yell either. Plus, now that you had plotted a course for the quietness of Blake’s room you were hellbent on going there.

“Okay yea, come on.” You grabbed his wrist in your hand and pulled him up the stairs.

Reaching your friend's room and shutting the door, you turned around to see a somewhat flustered man behind you.

“You know I am more than happy to do whatever you want right now, but I kinda wanted to take a moment to talk beforehand if that’s okay?”

You were confused for a moment but when it all finally registered you let out a loud HA!

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you said. “No, I just got overwhelmed with the crowd.”

“Oh! So we aren’t fucking right now? Okay no, that’s cool.” He tried to play it off.

“It’s cool?” you questioned.

“Well I mean it would be cool if we were about to fuck. No, shit sorry I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

Someone tell you why you were preparing for the worst.

“I wanted to say that what happened between us was ridiculously unprofessional. I am so sorry and I know we both had a good time – or at least I assume we both did – I don’t want you to feel like I was out to take advantage of you. 

I mean I was cause you're incredibly hot and I would take advantage of you all night long if you let me but, shit okay, what I am trying to say is I hope I’m not some douchebag.”

You weren’t sure if you should take the apology or laugh. He seemed so genuine and it kinda melted your heartstrings a little. 

“You know,” you started. “I was a little worried you thought the same thing about me. I was super worried that you thought I was just using you for my own twisted sexual fantasy and that you never wanted to see me ever again.”

“Well I don’t want that,” he said. Genuine expression never leaving his face.

“Likewise.”

“So,” he made a few steps toward you, pinning you against the door with his body. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell me what you want.”

////

Kneeling before him, you’d been working on sucking his gorgeous cock into your mouth for the last handful of minutes. He gripped your hair in his fist and softly guided you down and around him listening to your little moans and gasps for air every time he stalled himself at the back.

“That’s a good feeling baby. I like feeling your little throat constrict around me. Almost feels just as good as that pussy.”

In only a few moments after you exchanged words was he able to work you into a pliant obedient putty in the palm of his hand. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every one of his praises coupled with the mean little things he would do to your body.

His words caused you to moan around him which in turn made him buck up into your mouth to chase that vibration.

“God, princess you suck this dick like a fuckin champ.” He started to work into you faster chasing that high and feeling himself get closer to snapping.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay!” He pulled you off of him and looked down at your stunning eyes, glazed over with desire and more than a little confidence with how quickly he was about to bust.

“You’re dangerous.” He looked down at you wiggling your ass in the air on all fours while he held his heavy cock in his hand.

The little giggle you let out coupled with his hand lightly squeezing down around the base of his shaft made Buggy feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.

He climbed down onto the floor beside you leaning against the bed frame. Both of you decided that to use Blake’s room was fine, but to have sex on their bed was a whole nother level of ‘don't-go-there.’

“Get right up close to me, pretty girl.” he said into your ear.

He sat you in between his legs so you were in his lap and spread out for him. Your hair and makeup was still elaborately done while the only thing you were left wearing was a pair of aquamarine colored lace underwear.

Your head turned to look at him over your shoulder. His hand found its way under your chin and guided you to meet his lips. His kiss was just as you remembered it. Warm and gentle and it made you feel like you were walking on air.

But then it turned darker, as it always does with him – like sailing into a storm. His kiss grew hungry, he bit down on your lower lip and you’d be lying if you said your tongues fought for any sort of dominance. He was the one to win, to take.

As he kissed you, his hands came up to your chest. His fingers quickly found your nipples and made slow soft circles while he kissed you. The little motions that Buggy made on the raised flesh of your breasts was the exact kind of motion he knew would feel oh so good just a bit lower at a different little bud.

The movements he made sent socks of pleasure straight to where you needed him to touch the most. And yet, Buggy refused to move any lower, opting instead to launch a full assault on your tits. But, what’s the harm in begging?

“Please, daddy,” you whined out. “Can you rub my clit like this, please.”

You used the nickname he liked and spoke as directly as possible. That ought to get you some brownie points, right?

“You little slut,” he said between breaths as his lips continued to dance with your own in a teasing way. “You need to learn some patience. I bet you’ll feel really good if I make you wait longer.”

The plan backfired.

“Feel what you do to me?” He asked. his cock jumping against your back at every moan and keen your let out. “You make me so hard it’s painful. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. The way you cried out for me and all those nasty little thoughts you shared.”

He was beginning to turn you on past the point of no return. You tried to touch yourself for some relief, but Buggy had slapped your hand away. 

“Every night I’d dream about these tits and that tight little cunt. I’d have to pull on my cock every night just to have some peace.”

You wanted him to touch you, but all you could do while he played with you was rock your hips into the air and beg for more.

“Oh? Is baby feeling needy? You want daddy’s fingers in your pussy. You want me to rub your little clit till you come, s’at it?”

You nodded furiously, the feeling of his hard length pressing into your back made you picture all of the delicious ways he could stretch you out on it. 

“I want your cock now, please.” You could feel how sopping wet you were through your underwear.

At this point, Buggy was not inclined to say no. After edging himself in your mouth and now having you ask so sweetly for him to fuck you, there was no time to spare.

Turning around to straddle him, he hooked his finger around your lace panties and pulled his finger through your folds. He let out a groan at how wet you had gotten with just a little nipple play. It was like you’d never been touched before.

While he didnt take the time to stretch you out on his fingers – nor had he gotten you to cum yet – Buggy knew deep down that you were about to be so unbelievably tight. Sure, it might hurt you a little bit, but that feeling was about to be amazing.

You lowered yourself down onto him, but were met with some resistance. Even just the feeling of his tip nestled inside you made you want to push through the discomfort and just feel him already.

“You’re doing so good for me, my good girl, want you to cum on this cock and make this cock cum.”

His words were plenty to spur you on. Ignoring the stretch, you sunk down onto him and felt your eyes flutter shut.

“Yea, holy fuck, that feels so good baby. Can you feel that sweet cunt squeezing me?”

With that you started moving. Slowly up and down at first, but your confidence got the better of you and allowed for much deeper and faster movements.

Every stroke or so, he would whimper, whine, or let out some other form of gorgeous noise that would make you want more.

Soon you both began to approach your high. The string in your belly began to tighten until all of a sudden it snapped.

“Oh fuuucckk, yea yea that’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl. Good girls cum just like this, my girl cums just like this. Let me fuck you baby, I’m not done. You want daddy to finish don't you? You wanna feel my cum in you right?”

Completely dumb on his cock you just nod your head and allow him to finish inside of you. He cums with a growl and a deathgrip on your hips.

Epilogue Coming Soon

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[phantomspiderr]

Swimming with the Sunset

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader & Marc Spector x reader

Word Count: 900+

Summary: a little sunset dip in the ocean anyone?

Warnings/tags: absolutely too much fluff, probably overuse of the word love, nicknames used ~ sweetheart, princess, swimming in the ocean, a smidge of manhandling

a/n: the last of my sweet little summer series🥰 I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them

It feels so peaceful. 

The waves push up the shore before drawing back, the sky a mix of pink and oranges. There’s still a warmth in the air even with the slight breeze. The decision to sit on the beach and watch the sunset was definitely a good one. Steven rests his head in your lap and your fingers brush through your boyfriend’s mess of curls, which have only been made even worse with all the humidity.

“I never want to leave,” a quiet mumble draws your eyes away from the sky. You hum in agreement having had probably the best vacation of your life and you don’t want to think about going back to the reality of home just yet. “Do you think we could just stay here forever? We don’t need to go back right?” The questions make you chuckle and Steven turns to lay on his back so he can look at you with a smile.

“I don’t think Gus can feed himself forever.” Steven laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his face glowing in the illuminate sunset. He looks adorable and you swear each time you look at him you fall impossibly more in love.

“I’m sure Layla can feed him for a little longer,” you both share a laugh this time before you’re mumbling an ‘I love you’ and leaning down to kiss him. Steven meets you halfway, awkwardly craning his neck up to capture your lips. He lays his head back on your thighs looking up at your face while your hand moves down to hold his face. Your own eyes are fixated on your fingers as they slowly trace the lines on his skin, mapping each freckle and blemish like you have a hundred times. Even with a stunning sunset right in front of you both, you’d still rather look at each other. You’re truly obsessed with one another.

“Marc’s had an idea…” your eyes are drawn back to Steven’s and you curiously cock your head to the side.

“Oh really? Does he want to share?” The switch happens almost seamlessly, you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been looking right at him. You smile down at him, your thumb stroking his cheek while you wait for him to share this idea.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Marc sits up and presses his lips to yours, “let’s go for a swim.”

You laugh in his face for a second, he can’t be serious right?

“Marc, no, no way.”

“Come on,” he kisses you again before he’s standing, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. Vacation Marc might be your favourite, he’s been so playful and carefree. All the worries and stresses of being moon knight have washed away the longer you’ve been away.

“No Marc, I can’t.” You shake your head while laughing at him but he continues to strip himself of his shirt.

“Why not princess? Scared to get a little wet?” He has a mischievous look on his face, “Come on live a little.” Your face turns to shock and for just a second you think about it, looking around to see only a few people off in the distance. Marc throws his shirt at your face and that’s what helps make your decision. You scramble to your feet, taking just a moment to watch Marc undo the button of his shorts and then you’re taking off your own clothes until you’re both left in only your underwear. But just as you’re pulling off the last of your clothes over your head suddenly you’re hoisted into the air, you squeal as Marc places you on his shoulder before he takes off toward the water. He reaches the shore before he places your feet back on the sand, he moves so quickly it makes you dizzy. Marc’s hands are suddenly on your face and he’s kissing you over and over.

“I love you,” he punctuates every syllable with a kiss, and then his hand slides down your back. You giggle when Marc slaps your ass twice before he speaks again, “Come on, race you.”

Then you’re both racing into the water, it splashes all around you and it’s cold but you can’t bring yourself to care. You don’t even know what you’re racing towards but you can hear Marc’s laugh over your own as you splash each other with water and it makes your heart beat a little faster. Marc’s hands reach for you again pulling at your waist toward him and he’s picking you up again, spinning you both around until he falls back and you’re both plunged into the cold water completely. Worry envelopes Marc for just a second as you both resurface but then you’re cackling and he can’t help but join in on the laughter before pulling you into another kiss. 

You both move further out into the ocean until you’re just treading water. Your eyes catch the sun disappearing into the horizon, the sky is slowly growing into darker shades and it all just feels so perfect. Marc calls your name which draws your attention immediately, his fingers just brush against yours silently motioning for you to come closer. Marc’s hands immediately find your waist, pulling your body against his. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist and your arms rest against his shoulders. Marc has a dopey smile on his face as he looks up at you and this definitely is perfection. Your lips find Marc’s again, and you’re both smiling between kisses. 

“I think Layla could feed Gus for a little longer.”