#of rage and love. ( S T E L L A )

[dwaekkicidal]

"Heats" with Puppy!Seungmin

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 4 of my Bboki-Dwae collab with @bbokicidal <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~800

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, lots of marking (bites+hickeys), spanking, rough sex mentions, light(?) manhandling, breeding, some cumplay, like 1 overstim mention, i mightve missed one

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: wish i could have made this longer but i've been so busy :((

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

❥ Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. J e a l o u s.

❥ These mating season fits tend to get him very aggressive and standoffish. To everyone.

❥ One simple glance at you from any person in the vicinity will send him into a fit of rage. But, thankfully for you, he doesn’t act on this in public! That’s saved for the bedroom, where you’re held down in his favorite position- downward doggy, for hours at a time.

❥ Does not care about any excuses anybody has to give. The second he notices that somebody is too close to you or even “looking at you for too long”, you’re getting dragged home to be shown your place

❥ Expect to be absolutely covered in bite marks and hickeys, ones that he “tries” to keep in spots where they won’t be seen. But, let's be real... We all know he gets a hard-on and a huge ego boost when they’re in obvious places and you just so happen to be out in public

❥ Looooves to leave deep bite marks on your neck and shoulders (some may or may not even have little holes from where his sharp canines dig into your skin hehe)

❥ He loses his mind when he sees these marks on your tummy and thighs from the prior night, him having completely forgotten that he even left them. Obviously, nobody will see them. But knowing that you’re fully marked up in the “most important” areas will get him instantly ready to go again

❥ Usually will be very apologetic about the bites that have wounds from his teeth but, if he’s particularly aggravated, he will start doing it on purpose.

❥ He gets real mean when he’s like that; a deep frown on his face and a low growl bubbling up in his throat as he pins you to the bed and berates you over things you had no control over. You both know that, but that won’t stop him from using it to fuck you nice and rough. And it surely won’t stop you from enjoying each and every time his hips slam into yours.

❥ Has such an obnoxious knot!!!!! You can’t tell if it’s all in your head, but when he’s extra cranky and giving in to his instincts to breed you, his knot feels like it's double the size.

❥ And he’s always so mean about it :( he’s a little shit and likes to tug his hips away from yours right after his knot fully expands, testing the limits of how far it will actually plug you (spoiler: it does not come out)

❥ If he’s rather eager, his knot can last up to half an hour. Which, may or may not be to your demise, usually ends in him reaching over into your nightstand, grabbing his favorite toy so he can overstimulate you out of boredom while you cockwarm him <3

❥ Breeds you until your stomach hurts from the number of times he’s came deep inside <3 Tells you that it better take or else he’ll just have to fuck you over and over and over again, which leads to you drooling from overstimulation and dripping cum all over the sheets

❥ Surprisingly he’s not one to get upset about you “wasting” his seed. In fact, it’s the only mess that he actually likes.

❥ To the point where he will pull out after knotting you just to sit there, tapping his dick on your messy folds with a big dopey smile on his face

❥ Absolutely loves the wet plap noises your cunt makes when he slaps his cock against you. So much so that it’s subconscious as he keeps himself occupied during downtime, usually the few minutes you get between rounds before he’s re-entering you, ready to breed you again and again.

❥ Is big on wrapping a hand around your neck, be it on your nape or on the front of your neck, and holding you down. It lets him force you to take everything he has to give while limiting how much you wiggle around

❥ Pairs this with stinging slaps to your ass cheeks, and a comment about how you’re his and how nobody else will ever have you like this, in order to get your pretty pussy even wetter around him

“I should fuck a litter into you. Then maybe people will stop fucking looking at what’s mine.”

“You’re gonna be such a hot mother for my pups. Shit- Gonna keep you nice and full of my offspring.”

“Stop fucking moving, I need to mark you.”

“Take this fucking knot, puppy. Yeah? Fuck yeah~”

“Such a pretty pussy. All nice n’ messy from my cum.” As he rubs his tip through your folds, sometimes poking your clit to watch you shake ><

“I have to keep us entertained until my knot goes down, so you’ll let me play with you a bit- right, Jagi?”

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[sephifrog]

Sephiroth Alphabet Headcanons

A -Affirmations (what he calls you)

Treasure, pet sweetheart

B -Blush (does he blush when you're close by?/How do you make him blush)

He would will it away in public not wanting to have people catch him lacking however when alone he will allow himself the pleasure of letting his guard down and feeling the flush on his cheeks while you fuss over him

C -Comfort (how does he comfort you or what do you do that comforts him)

Another one who loves his hair played with, face hidden in your chest and letting the warmth from your body ground him, if in public link pinkies and he can breathe again all in all you as a whole are calming

He’s very awkward when comforting you he only knows how you comfort him so in the beginning he mimics what you do for him, playing with your hair. holding you close but as your relationship progresses he starts to branch out, distracting you by talking about his swords because you told him his voice calms you, letting you rant about anything and everything 

D -Dates ( what do you do on your dates)

Dinner at his flat! He likes being open with you but it’s hard to do in public so he cooks for you/you cook together or you watch him train he shows off but he would refuse to admit it

Your first date was pretty much perfect he almost burnt the steak because he was nervous but it was the best you ever had and he feels his chest fill with pride when you tell him as such

E -End (what would end your relationship?)

 Like Genesis Being in Silver Elite but for different reasons -if you lied, feel he seldom trusts people, and if you break it it's over, and if you side with Hojo in any way

F -Fear (what he’s afraid of)

You being afraid of him, you’re the only person that’s treated him as a human and not a weapon so seeing fear in your eyes would break him- also if Hojo was to take you from him

G -Gossip

He’ll listen to you no matter what you’re talking about but rarely takes part in it unless it’s about any of his friends because man would use that against them

H -Hold (how he holds you)

He’s afraid he would hurt you at the beginning so it’s always a light hold when you’ve been together for a while he holds you more firmly as long as you're against him he doesn’t care how he holds you

I -Injured (what would he do if you were hurt?)

Death to whoever hurt you he would destroy the world for you -if he isn’t allowed to kill them he would make them suffer in training

J -Jealous (is he Jealous?)

Not really it’s more of a homicidal rage if someone is trying to take you from him :)

K -Kiss (favourite place to kiss)

He loves kissing you full stop but if he had to choose your collarbone and pulse points (wrist, neck, etc)

He feels loved and safe when you kiss his scars and head 

L -Laugh (something that makes him laugh)

When you try and square up with him or when you steal his clothes

M -Memory (his favourite memory with you)

When you took care of him after his treatments 

N -Needy

Surprisingly yeah- I feel like he is he never shows it through 

O -Over (what is something you had to get over as partners)

His fears of hurting you 

P -PDA

Only if hidden, pinky linking under the table, brushing hands as you walk past

Q -Quip (can he joke around with you? Do you have inside jokes)

His humor is dry and fleeting but if you laugh he feels his chest warm

R -Romantic (is he romantic?)

Not really in a traditional sense but he looks after you and watches over you That is the only way he really knows how to express his affection but he’s learning

S -Sephiroth

He is hard to win over but when you have he’s hard to lose he would make sure you’re taken care of but can disappear on missions for days. He would never stray and only has eyes for you, you are one of the most protected people in the world

When he snaps he either kills you first in a rage or takes you somewhere secluded and tries to live out his days with just you (and your children because he would want a family)

T -Treasure (what is something he had that reminds him of you and what did he give you to remind you of him?)

He gave you one of his first weapons something he wouldn’t even let others look at but he wanted you protected and only trusted weapons he used and modded

You gave him love something he never really experienced and even after all the gifts you made and brought for him your love is the thing he treasures most 

U -Unlikely (what is something that he would probably never do)

He would never Hurt you purposely 

V -vulnerable

Only with you when in the safety of his flat/your house

W -Wedding (would he want to get married?)

Honestly, whatever you want he would be happy with but if he had to choose, a small intimate wedding with those he trusts 

X -(e)X (would he be friends with an ex)

He’s never had one and if he did No there’s a reason they split and it would have to be something serious for him to let go of them 

Y -Year (how would he act on New Year's?)

Doesn’t really care for celebrations and if he’s not forced to a Shinra party he would want to spend the night with you

Z -Zoo (would you get any pets?)

Feel like Angeal would talk him into getting a dog-

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

HEYYYYY i just wanted to say i love ur work <3 and secondly

i wanted to ask if you’ve seen the a24 movie pearl (2022)? cuz like i had a creepypasta request idea based of a pearl scene😭 it’s where toby gives fem-reader like stockholm syndrome and she becomes really clingy to him. And so one day he tells her that he’s gonna be right back and reader starts overthinking and assuming that he’s leaving her forever. AND THENNN she says the infamous pearl lines “NO! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DONT UNDERSTAND I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME!!!!”.

then they have a huge fight to which it turns into reader trying to hurt toby and toby just calming her down in anyway tehe :3

Hey love! I unfortunately haven't seen the movie as I'm not really one for movies at all, but I've certainly seen this clip circling on TikTok. It was super intriguing and it made me want to see it but I just haven't had the chance. For not seeing the movie I hope that this is at least somewhat accurate! Thank you for the ask!

Also I have some works ready for Kinktober! I only picked some of the prompts, I’ll start on day 6 so get ready!!

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?! - "TICCI" TOBY

"Y/N I'll be back s-soon. Ma-asky has been in a s-shit mood 'bout this mission." Toby grumbled as he tied his boots.

"What..?" You looked up at him quickly from the dishes you were washing. "Why are you leaving me...?"

"Y/N, it's j-just for a m-mission." He sighed, realizing that this would be coming the longer he kept you here with him alone. "P-promise it won't be long."

The look of confusion and hurt on your face was evident. He hated it when you got upset like this. How was he supposed to explain any further that it was only a short mission? He felt like he couldn't ever explain anything to you. It was starting to get rather irritating too.

"You don't want to stay with me?" You questioned, your tone slowly growing angry. Your hands letting a plate clatter to the counter.

"Don't st-start with that. I told you! A sh-short mission!" His tone began to match yours, with a rough twang of anger. He tied his boots up with white knuckles before standing up and glaring at you.

"Don't leave me!!" You screamed, not bothering to wipe your wet hands off as you grabbed his wrist. "Why don't you love me?! I haven't done anything wrong!! Why do you keep leaving?!" Your voice grew hoarse as you screamed louder, practically begging for him to stay. "Toby please! Please don't leave!" You tried to pull his hand from the doorknob with tears streaming down your face.

"L-let go Y/N! I have t-to go!" He shouted back, ripping his arm from your grasp and throwing the door open.

"NO! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" You cried, watching him walk out in a huff.

You ran after him, kicking up dirt with each long stride. You grabbed onto his shirt, trying to drag him back inside. "Please Toby! Please I need you!"

He shrugged off your advances, continuing down the dirt road. If he wanted you for himself so badly then why was he leaving?! They had more than enough manpower to get missions done without him. You could barely survive without him! How dare he leave you like this! His pace didn't stop you from continuing your chase. Picking up a hatchet leaning against the picket fence you ran with rage in your eyes and anger in your heart.

"You're not leaving!!" You shouted, bringing the hatchet above your head, ready to swing at him.

He turned quickly, dodging your swing and wrestling the hatchet out of your small hands. "What on e-earth do you think y-you're doing?!" He shouted, throwing the hatchet far into the dirt as he got up in your face. "You're going to k-k-kill me for trying ta' leave? What the f-fuck is your problem!?" He took a moment to pause, staring you down with a look that could probably kill. "Get the f-fuck inside. Now."

When you didn't respond to his words, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to shatter it completely, dragging you towards the house. He threw you on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at you as he continued his yelling spree.

"I do all this for y-y-you! Be fuckin' grateful!"

It was only when he saw tears spring to your eyes that he went quiet. Yes he was upset you were making such a big deal out of one short mission, but he wasn't upset enough to make you cry from yelling at you. He let out a defeated sigh, taking a seat next to you on the old couch.

"S-sorry... I shouldn't have y-yelled... You gotta k-know missions aren't optional... I really gotta go Y/N..."

You sat defeated, tears streaming down your face. You hated it when he left, and no amount of reassurance made you feel better. Every time he left, you felt a piece of your heart break.

All you could do was nod, letting him stand without protest. Toby gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading out the door once more.

[book--brackets]

Summaries under the cut

The Forbidden Library by Django Wexler

Alice always thought fairy tales had happy endings. That--along with everything else--changed the day she met her first fairy

When Alice's father goes down in a shipwreck, she is sent to live with her uncle Geryon--an uncle she's never heard of and knows nothing about. He lives in an enormous manor with a massive library that is off-limits to Alice. But then she meets a talking cat. And even for a rule-follower, when a talking cat sneaks you into a forbidden library and introduces you to an arrogant boy who dares you to open a book, it's hard to resist. Especially if you're a reader to begin with. Soon Alice finds herself INSIDE the book, and the only way out is to defeat the creature imprisoned within.

It seems her uncle is more than he says he is. But then so is Alice.

Troy by Adele Geras

The Siege of Troy has lasted almost ten years. Inside the walled city food is (Malacca). and death is common. From the heights of Mount Olympus The Gods keep watch. But Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. is bored with the endless. dreary war. Aided by Eros's bow. the goddess sends two sisters down a bloody path to an awful truth: In the fury of war. love strikes the deadliest blows.

Casson Family by Hilary McKay

The four Casson children, whose mother, Eve, is a fine-arts painter, have all been given the names of paint colors. Cadmium (Caddy), is the eldest; then Saffron (Saffy); Indigo, the only boy; and Rose, the youngest. When Saffy discovers quite by accident that she has been adopted, she is deeply upset, though the others assure her that it makes no difference at all. Saffy is the daughter of Eve's twin sister, who lived in Siena, Italy, and died in a car crash. Grandad brought Saffy, as a very small child, back from Siena.

At Grandad's death he leaves something to each of the children. To Saffy, it is "her angel," although no one knows its identity. How Saffy discovers what her angel is, with the help of an energetic new friend, lies at the heart of this enchanting story.

Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth by E. L. Konigsburg

A lonely girl discovers a magical world and a new friend when she meets a young witch on Halloween.

Unicorns of Balinor by Mary Stanton

After a terrible riding accident, Ari cannot remember anything of her past and is sent to live on a farm with foster parents. What Ari doesn't know is that she is not from our world, but from Balinor, a land of sorcerers and unicorns! Her parents, the King and Queen, sent her to Earth to protect her from a raging war before they were banished from their homeland. Now Ari--Princess Arianna--has found the road back to Balinor. As she struggles to remember her heritage, she must face the challenge of restoring peace to Balinor.

The Divide by Elizabeth Kay

When Felix and his parents visit the Divide in Costa Rica, a place where the waters that run down to the Pacific and Atlantic oceans separate, he faints and wakes to discover an amazing back-to-front world where mythical creatures are real and humans and science are legend.

Phantom Stallion by Terri Farley

When 13-year-old Samantha returns home to her family′s cattle ranch in Nevada, she′s worried. She moved away two years ago to recover from a bad fall off her beloved mustang, Blackie, and she′s still not sure she can get back in the saddle. Her new colt doesn′t seem to like her, and the other ranchers treat her like the boss′s spoiled daughter, and Blackie has been missing since that fateful day. But that′s just the beginning. When Sam suddenly finds the fate of a mysterious mustang who may or may not be the missing Blackie - resting in her hands, she has to learn to be a real cowgirl, ready or not.

Miri and Molly by Annie Barrows

Miri is the only single child in the middle of a family with two sets of twins--older brothers and younger sisters. When the family moves to an old farmhouse Miri accidentally travels back in time to 1935 only to discover Molly, a girl in need of a real family to call her own.

Sixty-Eight Rooms by Marianne Malone

Almost everybody who has grown up in Chicago knows about the Thorne Rooms. Housed in the Children’s Galleries of the Chicago Art Institute, they are a collection of 68 exquisitely crafted miniature rooms made in the 1930s by Mrs. James Ward Thorne. Each of the 68 rooms is designed in the style of a different historic period, and every detail is perfect, from the knobs on the doors to the candles in the candlesticks. Some might even say, the rooms are magic.

Imagine—what if you discovered a key that allowed you to shrink so that you were small enough to sneak inside and explore the rooms’ secrets? What if you discovered that others had done so before you? And that someone had left something important behind?

Hitler's Daughter by Jackie French

Her name was Heidi, and she was Hitler's daughter.

It began on a rainy morning in Australia, as part of a game played by Mark and his friends. It was a storytelling game, and the four friends took turns weaving tales about fairies and mermaids and horses. But Anna's story was different this time: it was not a fairy tale or an adventure story. The story was about a young girl who lived during World War II. Her name was Heidi, and she was Hitler's daughter.

As Anna's story unfolds, Mark is haunted by the image of Hitler's daughter. He wonders what he would have done in her place if he had known his father was an evil man leading the world into a war that was destroying millions of lives. And if Mark had known, would he have had the power and determination to stop him?

[purpleyoonn]

Dance of Time 4

D A N C E   O F   T I M E

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” -Bukowski

Summary: You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Pairing: Vampire BTS x Human Reincarnated Reader

Status: random updates

Genre: soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere themes, possessive boys, angst, fluff,

Warnings: smut, violence, tempers, mentions of death, murder, some explicit descriptions of violence, blood,

Chapter Warnings: more flashback scenes, yandere boys, mc deals with her feelings in a weird way, rage room, mc’s creative insults, not much

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Masterlist // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

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Previously on Dance of Time:

“Who is Ellie?” Were the only words to leave your lips as sobs started to sound out instead. Their eyes seemed indifferent to your words, despite the sparkle of happiness glittering within.

“You.”

“Well, I didn’t think she would take it like this.”

“What do you mean? You thought she would go along with everything?” Jimin looked at his mate, eyes narrowed in disbelief. Taehyung shrugged, placing his nose in Hobi’s neck as he sat on his lap. He was in a grumpy mood after you broke his nose and Hobi’s vanilla scent always calmed him down.

They had to lock you in your old room so you wouldn’t try to run away from them again. You already broke the window in the library that overlooked the large garden. For your own safety they made sure you couldn’t break anything in the room, not wanting you to try and hurt yourself again.

Telling you everything had not gone to plan, as some of them had previously hoped.

You stood there for a couple of seconds before making a run for the door, shoving your body against it as you tried to turn the doorknob. You had tears down your cheeks, impeding your vision as you tried to leave.

Jungkook was shocked when you managed to get rid of Taehyung’s arms around your waist, the youngest of the coven having widened his eyes at your actions. He might have been naive to the idea that you would welcome them with open arms and soft lips.

You were their mate, and you were gaining your memories back, so why did you try to get away from them? Jungkook couldn’t comprehend your actions. He couldn’t fathom the thought of finally having you back in their arms and you wanting to leave.

“Darling, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Jimin had tried to remove your grip from the door, had moved forward so you wouldn’t hurt your shoulder against the old oak door.

“Don’t touch me you overgrown mosquito!” You yelled as you felt another set of arms wrap around you, effectively holding your arms against your chest and pulling you away from the door.

“Overgrown mosquito…” Namjoon breathed out, a small smile on his face as he heard the insult come from your lips. You still had the same favor for creative insults.

However, the smile left his lips when you brought your head back quick, knocking you and Jin over as his nose started to bleed, crooked and bent. You pushed yourself up and away from them before they could blink, rising to push at the window to get onto the small balcony that laid outside the glass.

Namjoon lunged for you, grabbing your waist and turning you to face him, but you kicked and threw your body against the window, effectively smashing the glass and cutting little pieces of the skin of your hands and knocking Hoseok out of the way who had come to try and block the window as an escape route.

“Darling!” Jungkook rushed forward to help Namjoon now that he had managed to restrain you, keeping you held tightly against his chest, facing him so he doesn’t end up like Jin or Hoseok. Jungkook crowded against your back, making sure that you wouldn’t be able to get away this time.

“Darling, I know you have a lot of feelings right now, but that’s no way—”

“Oh, go put a sock in it, you limp needle!” You growled out, interrupting Jin from continuing his sentence. Yoongi could hear his elder mate’s jaw clench and his nostrils flare as your words set in.

“Limp needle? How dare—” Yoongi cut him off this time, moving to pull the elder behind him before gesturing for Jungkook and Namjoon to move towards the door.

“Why don’t you go and put or littlest mate in her room? Give her some time to think everything through. Maybe she’ll calm down enough for lunch?” He gives you a hopeful look, only for your own eyes to narrow back at him.

“I’m not going to be eating with you! Who knows, maybe this is all a trick so you’ll be able to eat me for lunch!” Your voice fades away as Namjoon carries you to your old room, his grip in your thighs and back tight so you can’t kick him.

Jimin had hoped you would accept them right away, but he also knew that you were not going to just let them welcome you with open arms and promises reiterated from the past. He could sense the frustration and fear in your scent, he could sense the tightness in your muscles and the way your fists clenched as Taehyung held you.

He knew that this was going to be a tough courting period, that you would try your hardest to fight the bond you didn’t realize you had already accepted when you were at lunch with Namjoon earlier that week.

Your dreams and visions of lifetimes past would only get stronger, more potent as time went on. He hated that he couldn’t wait until you were seeking them out, just like you did before. He missed how you would quietly watch him, waiting until the moment you thought best to interrupt him, your desire for touch overriding any other thought.  

“Let me out of here,” A crash could be heard as you threw something against one of the walls, followed by a sigh leaving Namjoon’s lips. “You big bunch of dinosaurs!”

Yoongi held a grin on his lips, loving how feisty you were getting. He found the insults to be creative and witty. Simply put, you were being a brat, and he couldn’t help but want to go up there and have you say those to his face as he moves at a punishing pace.

“Well, at least her names are getting more creative.” Hoseok lets out a breathy laugh at being called a dinosaur. “I wonder what else she will come up with?”

“She should calm down soon. You remember how she was as a child. She has to get her thoughts in order somehow.” Namjoon brought up.

You always had issues expressing yourself, internalizing everything and then melting down later when everything got to be way too much for you. You would come home from school crying, needing an outlet to help you collect your thoughts and make sense of them.

It wasn’t healthy, but they would help you with it now that they had you back.

Maybe you could pick up gardening again?

“Do you think she’s run out of energy?” Hoseok asks once the room went silent. They couldn’t hear anything from you now, the floor above them giving no indication of any movement.

“Give it a couple minutes, maybe she is just refueling more so she can break the desk in there next.” Jin quipped; still upset at the way you treated him.

“Oh, stop it. You were the first to mate with her last time. Just give her some time, Jin.” Namjoon brought a hand up to the back of Jin’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze before standing up from the couch.

“She is not the same person we remember. She is not Ellie no matter how much we wish her to be. But she is still our mate.” Namjoon’s next words were unspoken, but still heard by everyone in the room.

“She is still ours.”

You, on the other hand, were beyond enraged that these men just claimed you were theirs, with no prompt from you, and locked you in a room when you disagreed with them and tried to leave.

You should have known something was wrong when the man who never wanted to be interviewed before about the manor suddenly deciding to talk with you about it. Your “luck” was purely an opportunity for the men to enact their plan to take you.

You had tried to knock the door down, but it seemed to be reinforced with steel. You tried the window and came up with nothing, the glass thick enough for not even a bullet to break it, you guessed. This meant you were stuck, and you didn’t like it.

You had no remorse for any of the things the men had furnished the room with, choosing a pretty looking vase to smash against the wall first. You were in your very own rage room, smashing and breaking anything you could see.

However, when you went to smash a small table into the dresser, you faltered in your steps. Something within you was keeping you from doing any damage to the ancient dresser. It was ornate in design, the intricate woodwork had you stopping and moving to get a closer look. 

You ran your hand up the flower design running up the bottom of the dresser, pressing softly on one of the petals by the edge and jumped back in shock.

The bottom panel of the dresser had fallen, revealing a hatch that held a couple of things. You noticed an old hairbrush with colors of lavender and cream, a handkerchief, and a book. You reached for the book, an innate need to see what was inside running through you.

Picking the book up, you moved back over to the bed, your footsteps soft as you did. Sitting in the middle of the large bed, you couldn’t help but to take a deep breath as your fingers grasped the cover of the book, turning it over to reveal handwriting that was oh so familiar to you.

Love does not end with death.

Some things are meant to last forever.

Your own handwriting stared back at you, the black ink peering into your soul and making your heart skip. It was as if your past self knew what would happen to her. And it crushed your soul all the same.

Turning the page again, unable to continue looking at the familiar script, you found old pictures, piercing eyes staring into your own. You recognized yourself within the image; the caption reading “Ellie and Jungkook”.

You recognized Jungkook as the man who helped bring you back to this room. You now understand the look of hesitation as he closed the door in your face. The forlorn look as he struggled with Namjoon’s decision.

You turned the page again to see the caption reading “Ellie, Jimin, and Taehyung. The morning after”. You were in the middle of the bed, with one man on either side of you, looking at you with an overabundance of love and adoration on their faces as they looked over at you.

You closed the book with a huff of exhaustion. You couldn’t understand why they looked at you with the same loving and adoring glance as they gave Ellie. They didn’t know you. You were not Ellie, nor would you ever be.

You could feel tears begin to fall down your cheeks as your breathing picked up. You were so overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions and things you didn’t understand that you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

You couldn’t understand why you wanted them to comfort you as you broke down. Why did you want them to whisper words of reassurance, of promise, as they held you. You hated the feelings building in your chest at your own presence, alone in the unfamiliar room.  You wanted to hate the way they made you feel at a single glance, but you couldn’t.

You looked so much like their Ellie, and your feelings were soon becoming the ones she undoubtedly felt towards them. But you weren’t her, and you didn’t want to just lay down and let them pretend like you were. You were not her and you were not going to be a replacement like they wanted you to be.

It actually made you mad how easily you were falling for them in the little time you had been alone in the large room. What did they think? A couple of measly items from your past self and an old album would have you rushing to them, declarations of love pouring from your lips?

You threw the album away from you, crossing your arms at your chest as you tried to come up with a way to get out of the room again. You couldn’t understand why you were angry at the men, besides them kidnapping you. There was something building in your chest, something that had tears flowing down your cheeks, unable to stop the onslaught of them.

Somewhere, deep down that you wouldn’t acknowledge, you knew that you were upset that they weren’t with you, holding you like your body seemed to remember. You were upset and missing something that you remembered from your past life, something you never got in this one.

Soon, your angry tears turned into wistful tears, something compelling you to pull the album back to yourself, opening it up again and turning through the pages that tugged on the corners of your mind, nostalgia pulling at your heart.

You hated not knowing why you were feeling the way you were.

-*-*-

Not even the smell of food could bring you out of the cocoon you built, trapping and hiding yourself away from the seven men who made your heartstrings appear out of nowhere, tugging and yanking at them.

It was warm under the blankets, and you knew that someone would be coming to try and get you soon, at least, you thought they were. You had no clue if they could eat normal food, or even drink water. You didn’t know anything about them other than that they claimed to be your soulmates and they drank blood. Oh, and that they seemingly lived forever.

You were right though, soon enough you heard footsteps get closer causing you to bury yourself deeper into your cocoon. You didn’t want to see them and have your heart melt again.

When the door opened, you stayed still, hoping they would think you were sleeping and leave you alone. It didn’t seem to work.

“Darling, we have food for you.” Jimin called out, straining his ears to hear your breathing coming from the bundle of blankets on the bed. He assessed the damage you caused to your old room before moving forward, Jungkook walking quietly behind him.

You could hear their soft footsteps, the creak of the wooden floor giving them away. You hadn’t responded to Jimin’s voice, remembering his name and voice from one of the stupid visions you couldn’t figure out how to stop.

“Do you think she is asleep?” Jungkook whispered in Jimin’s ear, causing your heart to speed up, hoping you got away without seeing them. They both heard your heartbeat though, causing a little laughter to come from the two.

“Baby, we can hear your heartbeat. We know you are awake.” Jimin spoke again, jumping onto the bed and jostling you a little.

“So, why don’t you come out of there and eat your lunch?” Jungkook suggested, only for you to shake your head, inadvertently making your cocoon of blankets shake.

“We ordered your favorite from the diner. The waitress said you used to get it all the time growing up?” Jungkook moved forward, holding the plate of food carefully as he sat on the edge of the bed. He and Jimin were elected to be the ones to bring your food up, Namjoon suggesting you wouldn’t want to eat in the dining room with them. Hoseok almost snuck up with them but Jin had to pull him back to the couch. Instead, Hoseok was elected to go and get the food from the diner with Namjoon.

But in reality, they had all wanted to spend some time with you. They knew if you were in the dining room with them all, more things would be broken and even more feelings hurt, as you still didn’t understand what was going on.  

Your heartbeat sped up a little at the mention of your favorite food, but you knew it was just a ploy to get you out of the room, and out of your little cocoon. You felt safe in here, you didn’t feel safe with them. You wanted to go home.

“It’s just Jungkook and I. We uhm, we weren’t sure if you wanted any of the others to come in.” Jimin spoke, completely unsure of himself and his words, and your heart grew uncomfortable in your chest. These stupid feelings had you wanting to pull the man into your cocoon with you, make him feel safe.

Slowly, you pull the banket that was covering your face down, seeing it was in fact, just Jungkook and Jimin, Jungkook holding your favorite comfort food. The bowl of homemade macaroni and cheese with bacon crumbles on top smelled just like you remembered, and it made you feel even more at ease with the two vampires.

“We thought it might make you feel more comfortable if you ate in here… we can leave if you want?” Jimin’s voice sounded sad, yet hopeful as he finished his sentence. Jungkook had already handed the food to you once you managed to get yourself out of you small cocoon. Neither of the mates wanted to leave you alone again, but they would if you wanted them to.

However, now that your fear, and accompanying adrenalin, had subsided, you were tired, both physically and mentally and all you wanted was to be cuddled and held like when you were younger. You were so exhausted that you went with your instincts and let them stay, even pulling them into your half cocoon and practically laid on Jungkook as you slowly fed yourself.

You started to trust the two with your whole body, not just what memories and feelings you were receiving from your supposed past life. Despite your inner reluctance and fear, you fell asleep with them in your bed after you’re your tummy was full and your body cozy and warm..

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S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T 1 N E

Finally here! This is a very interesting chapter, I love it! ����

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it. Submitted on my phone so it's not eally proofread...again...sorry.

The next morning you woke in your bed alone, despite falling asleep with Sunoo as he caressed and hugged your body from behind…

……………….

‘Push yourself against me…just like that.’

His arm remained firmly wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in, your back plastered against his chest as he showered the slight bit of flex veins at the stretch of your neck with kisses, a series of licks, and nibbles. 

‘Feel good darling?’ 

You barely could respond or form any words as your moans came out with a burning rage that equaled to his passion. Despite him keeping his trousers on, his chest bare, he had you stripped of your clothing, in which he has you remove each article through a striptease he walked you through. 

‘Heeseung has longed to see your body move in various ways. He’s dreamed of seeing you in nothing but the flesh you were born with, and the best way to expose that to him…is with sensuality.’ Sunoo remarked as he rocked your hips, intimately observing as you stripped your cut up tank top, and bra. 

‘That’s it, move that way. He’lol love that. With you, he’ll love anything and everything.’ 

He continues to guide you as he sucked on the plump pink nipples that decorated your mounds. 

Stripping off the remainder of your clothing and undergarments, he continued to dry fuck you in various positions on the bed, ever so attentive in complimenting your reactions and responses as he would bend you over, grab you firmly, and hit you in the back with his clothed groin. 

‘Uuuuuuugh….!!’ 

‘Good girl…you sound heavenly, yet your body moves so dirty. You’re so perfect for him, you don’t even know half of it.’

He sucked on the back of your shoulder blades, leaving marks on the fields of skin on your body. 

‘So perfect….and it’s all you’re doing…your fault for being the way you are. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your skin, your body, and voice. You truly are just like him, Gods favorite.’

With your body jolting upwards as you were for fully retracted back in repeated motion, you succumbed to the erotic sensation of orgasm time after time, again and again all throughout the night. 

‘Now remember darling, I’m not penetrating you, but when he takes you, that’s going to be a different story. You’ll need to learn to build stamina…he may not be so gentle…he’s been waiting…yearning for you. Expect to be fucked for days on end.’

You heard him, but his words were barely processing as you were distracted by the intense feeling as Sunoo flips you, lays atop of you and continues to pelt you at an incredible momentum. You never knew that a feeling so pleasurable could exist without being penetrated, yet Sunoo made you into a believer that very night. 

………………

Seeing the slight indent of the bedspread from where he laid, you buried your face into the pillow his head rested on. It smelled like him…like Jungwon…Jay….and Helel. The brothers scent, lingered on the pillow case as you take in a deep inhale. It smelled of something unique, foreign and yet familiar at the same time. 

There was a hint of a scented incense within it, a smoky chalk of burning wood, yet a coolness of eucalyptus could be detected, along with a slight bit of sweet musk, velvet orchid, vanilla, and rose. 

If every man had smelled like this, you would have fallen in love nearly every day just from the scent alone. It brought you comfort and a sense of passion as each inhale travels to your core and reignites the flamed tingle that made you rave in the motions of euphoria. 

‘I’m losing myself…I can’t control it. Is it because I can’t escape from him? I feel that ever since I met him…it’s almost as if…he would have taken me away, even if I hadn’t agreed to the deal…something deep within is telling me…’

You paused your thoughts as you mentally note that today marks the fourth day…you were down to 96 hours until you were to be welcomed in the arms of death, whether it was through Helel or the angels, you were going to be gone and no longer a part of the world. 

‘How will it go down? I don’t know why I question the sincerity of his intentions…perhaps it’s because I don’t know him…yet I know so much ‘about’ him through his brothers…’

Getting up, you decided to take a bath. It’s been so long since you took one since you always opted to just shower and get ready for work, but now, you needed to take time to enjoy the things in life that you hadn’t taken enough moments to relish in. 

Submerging yourself in the tub, your body glows under the clear water. The immense steam overfills the entire bathroom as you had the water temperature on to a scolding temperature and yet….

‘It only feels lukewarm at this point…I keep wanting it to be hotter…I desire heat….is it because of them?’ 

Dipping your head down under water for a moment to drench your hair, you re-emerge slightly gasping out from holding your breath. The steam in the room begins to clear up as you turn the water off, so not to overfill the tub. 

Once you did so and sat back into the tub, you were shocked as you observed the change in the scenery of your bathroom…or rather, it wasn’t your bathroom anymore…

‘What…what’s happened? Where am I? Is this…is this salt water?’ 

Remarking at the salty scent of the sea, you noted the atmosphere of the vast and wide nothingness around you, just leagues of water expanding all around, as if you were nowhere near land…because you weren’t. 

The water wasn’t deep, as you stood straight you noted how it came up to your waist, your hair plastered over your breasts and shoulders, you gently cross your arms over to subtly cover up. 

Suddenly you felt something…it felt like a whirlpool of the water swirling around your thighs and hips as it was a soft and gentle feeling, very slight in the manner of touch. 

You looked down, only to find that the water, which has remained clear, displayed nothing beneath it. 

‘Was it a…a snake?’ 

Just as you mentally prepared to figure out what was it that swerved around your skin, a hand reached from behind you cups your breast, shocking you into a state of fear as you nearly jumped, yet another reaches from behind and performs a strong hold on your hips, massaging as it drags up and down from your waist line. 

“Itssssss okay princess…I’m not going to hurt you. Far from it.” He calmly speaks out with a chuckle. 

You turn around and saw the young man before you, nude as you were with the water coming just under his waist line as he was taller than you. 

Widening his eyes slightly, he takes in your sight. 

His gaze was deep and reflected the tidal of the sea. He was just as handsome as his brothers, yet had a more exotic appeal to his features.

His hands continued to roam your body as he leans in and kisses you, inserting his tongue inside as he explores you entirely. That’s when you pulled back in shock at the feeling of it…

Chuckling, he teasingly smiles as he takes in your rather adorable reaction. 

“Sorry princess, did I scare you?” He leans in and kisses you, you let him despite feeling it again. 

“Shhhh…good giiiiiiirrrrrllll…see?” He kisses you once more. The tender smack of your lips contacting and detaching between the wetness of each kiss echoes within the vast openness of the wide water. 

“It’s just my tongue. It’s not going to hurt you…” he kisses you again, reaching up with his hands, he combs his hair slick back as the wet strands remain the hold of the style, aside from a few pieces in the front falling forward and draping over his brows. The stretch of his toned body caused it to flex as the distinct muscles from his v-line torso, his abs, and his pectorals heightened in definition. He looked similar to that of a Greek God. 

Reaching back around your waist, he pulls you in…closely. You felt the entire compass of his nude body against yours, to include the hardness of his length as it stiffens upwards, pressed against your stomach, the tip reaching in between your breasts. Granted he was taller than you, yet you could already tell how gifted he was in size. 

Sticking his tongue out for you to see as he licks his upper lip, you note the split in the center, resembling to that of a snake. Which made you realize that his eyes, we’re also expressive in reptilian features as you watched how the roundness of his pupils transitioned to that of sharp slits…

“Come here princess…I’m not going to bite you, trust me. Trust Jake the Snake.” He chuckles teasingly as he pulls you back in, allowing for the water to softly ripple around you. 

The feeling of his skin pressed up against your body felt beyond soothing, you moaned just at just his touch alone, yet his appearance added to the sinful indulgence as he watched you with those dark sleight blue eyes, his blonde hair, and the elaborate metal piece that decorated his bottom lip. The man was deviously handsome. 

Leaning in to graze his unusual tongue along your neck, he whispers, “theeeeere….good giiiiirllll….you’re so warm and pretty….” 

You tilt your head back as you embraced him fully as his body presses against yours, closing any gaps that remained in between. 

“Go ahead…touch it baby.” 

Reaching down with your fingertips, as his cock rested agains your skin, you stroke it and gingerly massage the tip as it lays firm against your chest plate.

“Oh yeah…you know how to tame it…don’t you?”

You nod as he continues to whisper in your ear. 

“Oh good!” He exclaims as he grabs on to your waist tightly. “You’re mine for the day, aren’t you?” He calmly asks. 

You nod as you whispered a soft and breathless “yes.” 

“Good…the that means i can enjoy you for a little bit.”

Submerging partially down under water, his head remained above surface as you felt his arms loop around under your kneecaps. With the same strength and stamina that of his brothers, he snaps up as he lifts you steadily, not a single moment transpired where you felt off balance or tilted, his hands shoot up at your waist as he kept control and held the bearing of your weight so firmly steady. 

With each leg over his shoulder, he leans his face in closer to the flesh in between them. His tongue slightly flickers as he drags it against your inner thigh while inching closer…and closer. 

You whimpered in a painful sense of anticipation as your abdomen vibrates from the heat of his breath while he exhales against the slit, just a hair away from making contact with his lips. 

You placed your hands over his as you dig your fingernails in, the sensation was gut wrenching, yet he loved every moment of it as he whispers against your clit…

“Mmm…dig deeper.”

Referring to your fingernails, you were going to respond.

But your words never came out. Instead, a shrilling scream of choked up gasps and pleasure escapes your wide open mouth as you face the sky and tilt your head far back. 

His tongue moves up and down, coating your skin. It slithers and flicks as it rapidly taps all over in between your folds. 

“UGH!!!” You screamed and squirmed as he held you steady with such ease. 

“Aww…princess is sensitive…” he whispers against it as his tongue conducts a circular motion, slowly pushing pass the skin as he inserts it inside you. 

Feeling as it vigorously taps agains your walls,  you choked out again, moaning out, recalling his name as he spoke it out a few moments ago…

‘Jake the snake…’ 

“J-Jake! Ugh!!”

You Yelp out. 

“Awwww…she likes to scream out names….I like that…” 

“AAAH! Ugh!!! P-please!” You whimper led out. He barely even got started and already you were beyond Cloud Nine. 

“And she begs….how sweet.” Remarking his final note, his tongue thrusts in and out as he incorporates sloppy and smacking kisses against your clit, moving his face in circular motion as he essentially, made out with your entry. 

Only moments in and you nearly blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure he admitted. 

His hands tighten around your waist as he reaches a finger to tap against yours while they remained smacked down on his, indicating for you to continue to dig your nails into his skin. 

“We enjoy giving a little pain…but also like it back, princess.” He murmurs with his mouth full of your skin and flesh as he tenderly sucks, kiss, licks, and thrusts his tongue in and out. The split tip of his wet muscle reached The sweet spot deep with in, and caressed it in a manner that you wouldn’t believe. 

“Ugh!! Oh my God! I’m-I’m gonna cum!! Pl-please!!!” 

You begged, though you’re not entirely sure why. It was good and bad, as the sensation of pleasure and overstimulation caused you to feel tormented. You wanted more, and you wanted less. It was good that it was bad. 

‘Oh my God…the way he moves it inside…I can’t…!’ 

“Come on girly, cum…awww do it…” he states so gently as he kisses your softness with such ultimate tenderness…it was enough to make you sick. 

“Ugh!”

“Yeah…” he whispers against your clit. His tongue flickered something fierce as he burrows it deeper. 

“Ugh!!”

“That’s it..” 

“UGH!!!”

“Aaaaahh…good girl.” 

Descending you from his shoulders, he slowly lowers you as he places a line of kisses from your bare core, up towards your bellybutton, in between your breasts, and up to your neck as you come back to a standing position. 

With his hands wrapped around you, he pulls you in for an embrace. Kissing your face so tenderly as he holds you, the water soothing the overstimulation as you re-submerge into it, your body goes limp within his hold, yet he didn’t mind as he continued to bear the burden of your weight effortlessly. 

“Oh girly…” kissing you so tenderly on your temple as he pushes your wet hair back, your face tilted and resting against his shoulder in an exhausted state. “You’re the sweetest.” 

Placing additional kisses on your face, your sight takes in the last bit of the view as you feel yourself drifting. The steam was returning as it clouds the atmosphere…and you fall asleep.

P A R T 2 W O

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Woke up trying to be productive today but my brain is like "no, we will only think about raider!joel today <3". So that's how my day is going.

Could we maybe get a nsfw alphabet with raider!joel (or literally any/all of them 'cause I'm obsessed)? Or maybe some similar hcs?

Thank you for being that into raider!Joel! 🤍 I Included the few I did elsewhere. . .you asked first but the other one was easier lol. Did these pretty quick, might expand later. NSFW 18+ Misc

A = Aftercare - Will say you did good, help you get dressed. Calls you sweet pea / baby. These twisted moments of affection, combined with your orgasm hormones, bond you further to him. Messed up.

B = Body part - Loves to parade his raging erection.

C = Cum - Won't warn you. Typical load is 7-10 mL in 7-8 spurts. Has a vasectomy. May come on you or in you.

D = Dirty secret - IDK if he has any shame that would lend itself to having secrets. Maybe the fact that he was a father. He's buried his old life way down deep.

E = Experience - Expert and very smooth operator.

F = Favorite position - Gets off on making you choose. Otherwise, depends on the setting and situation. Does he need to show you off/possess you? Does he need to dominate you?

G = Goofy - He has sick ways of amusing himself and having fun. Like making someone jack off for their life. The first time he fucked you he made a depraved joke right after it. Very dark sense of humor.

H = Hair - Ungroomed, mostly black.

I = Intimacy - Not romantic or intimate but will praise you. And his possessiveness (ex: holding you tight at night, protecting you) could be mistaken for intimacy. It's not that he puts it on fakely - he's kinda treating you like a kitten.

J = Jack off - Before he met you, on a raid he might have jacked off then come on someone.

K = Kink  - Major exhibitionist.  Had a good time cucking Jack, might try it again sometime. Likes how you look tied up (for your own good). Dacryphilia.

L = Location - Dirty mattress since day 1. But anywhere. May get off on making you choose this too.

M = Motivation - His own dominance turns him on. Including when you're vulnerable/pitiful.

N = No - Not a good guy.

O = Oral - He's good at it even if he's not trying to be (like erasing someone's touch). And yeah he does like his cock sucked, might fuck your face. Ultimate dominance.

P = Pace - He's concerned more with power than pace. Moderate pace but adjusts to whatever suits him in the moment.

Q = Quickie - Any time, anywhere

R = Risk - He's a walking risk. Idk if it would even occur to him whether something might be risky. He's so self-assured.

S = Stamina - Very high stamina.

T = Toys - Not unless you count restraints/blindfold. This is post-outbreak.

U = Unfair - Doesn't want you to come if you haven't been a good girl.

V = Volume - Moderate by default but as loud as he needs to be (depending on the setting) if he's showing his dominance or possessing you. Sometimes quiet just for BDE effect like when he fucked you in the van.

W = Wild card - He's like sugarcoated poison. He calls you pet names, praises you, but he's just vile and depraved. Has a gentle touch but also manhandles you and gets rough. And he'll get turned on at the most offensive times.

X = X-ray - 20 cm (8”). Proportional girth.  Middle is slightly thicker.  Kind of duo-toned, pink and tanner pink, tip is pink. Grower.  Balls on the larger side.  Relatively veiny. 

Y = Yearning - Very high. He fucked you three times within a few hours the day he took you.

Z = Zzz - Falls asleep very quickly if he wants to.

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RAIDER JOEL MASTER LIST

Master List: TLOU - Joel Miller

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝙰𝚜𝚔: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎? 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

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A - Affection: Steven showers you with affection, constantly seeking your attention and love, Whether you want it or not.

C - Cherish: he cherishes every moment you spend together, treasuring you above all else.

D-Delusionly: his perception of reality is distorted by my obsession, blurring the lines between fantasy and truth...

E - Enough: No amount of your hate towards him or attention will make him hate you back, he's a very delusional person…He just thinks you're having a bad day.

F - Fragile: his delusion is delicate, like a fragile gemstone that could shatter at any moment...

G - Gore: he revels in the grotesque, finding twisted satisfaction in scenes of violence and bloodshed to those who hurt or even THINK. Of loving you.

H - Harmony: In his twisted harmony, he finds solace in your presence and the sound of your voice, touch, smell...Everything.

I - Intrusion: he invades your personal space, driven by an overwhelming desire to be close to you at all times.

J - Jealousy: Jealousy consumes him, fueling his rage at the mere thought of someone else capturing your attention.

K - Key: You hold the key to his heart, his life, and his very existence revolves around you and your affections.

L - Love: his love for you is obsessive and possessive, bordering on madness.

M - Manipulation: he skillfully manipulation situations and people, molding them to fit his desires and keep you close.

N - Nagging: he nags and criticism, convinced that it’s “for your own good” and to improve our relationship...

O - Obsession: My mind is consumed by thoughts of you, every waking moment dedicated to our twisted love.

P - Possession: You are his possession, a cherished object that he guards fiercely from anyone who might threaten you...

Q - Quandary: he is torn between his desire to protect you and his desire to keep you all to himself.

R - Rage: A burning rage resides within him, ready to erupt at any moment to defend our love from anyone who might think it's dangerous.

S - Secrets: He keeps every one of your secrets close, using them as tools to deepen his connection and maintain control.

T - Twisted: Your love is twisted and distorted, deviating from societal norms and descending into darkness.

U - Unhinged: his mind is unhinged, teetering on the edge of sanity as he clings to his poisonous love.

V - Violent: He is prone to outbursts of violence, lashing out at anyone who threatens your bond. Sometimes has outbursts on you whenever you look the other way

W - Worship: You are his divine deity, worthy of worship and sacrifice, the center of my existence. The sheet thought of not being with him rips him apart inside and out.

X - Xenophilic: he is captivated by your uniqueness, drawn to every aspect of your being...the way you walk, talk, move, and try to fight back, astonished him.

Y - Yearning: his yearning for you is insatiable, an all-consuming desire that drives him to extreme measures.

Z - Zealous: he is consumed by a zealous devotion to you, willing to do whatever it takes to possess you completely...

[multifandomfix]

Dandy Mott Yandere Alphabet

A = Attachment (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Dandy shows his love by buying you extravagant gifts, mostly and it can get ugly if he doesn’t think you appreciate it enough.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

So messy. That doesn’t matter to him in the slightest. Someone bothering you? Not anymore they can’t.

C = Clingy (Do they require your attention at all times? How do they act when you ignore them?)

He cannot stand to be ignored. Any time he’s around he expects your full and enthusiastic attention.

D = Dependent (Are they codependent? Do they want you to rely solely on them for your care/protection?)

Dandy will be very upset if you turn to anyone but him to protect you. He’s very codependent and despite his outward confidence, also insecure.

E = Excess (Would they spoil or pamper you? To what extent?)

He’d spoil you rotten. Any wish or whim and whatever it is, it’s yours.

F = Fatal (Would they kill you? Kill for you?)

He would kill you but only if you pushed him to it. And then he’d probably kill himself afterward. And he’d certainly kill for you with ease and he’d enjoy it.

G = Give Up (What are they willing to sacrifice for you?)

Really, next to nothing. He’ll say he sacrifices for you, but it’s not anything that he’ll ever actually miss.

H = Harsh (How do they take to you mouthing off to them or saying something they don’t want to hear?)

He’ll lash out at you, maybe even slap you which he’ll regret and try to make up for later.

I = Inseparable (What are they like when you’re not with them? Do they check in on you constantly, or feel lost without you?)

Unless it’s his idea, it’s rare for Dandy to not be with you. He totally feels lost without you and tries not to stay away for any length of time.

J = Jilted (How do they act when met with rejection from you?)

Childish rage. He’ll throw an outright temper tantrum. Then he’ll forget about it and start from scratch until you eventually do accept him.

K = Kidnap (Would they ever abduct you just to have you to themselves for a while?)

He definitely would. You’re his prize, and once caught, you’ll be kept in his house unless he took you out himself.

L = Lines (Do they cross lines with you? What ones? Is it something they know they’re doing?)

Dandy will cross any line he has to. He tells you he hates to, but you know it’s a lie. He’ll do whatever he wants whether you like it or not.

M = Manipulation (Would they manipulate you? How? And would you realize that’s what was happening?)

He won’t really manipulate you, simply because he’s deluded enough to think you’ll already do exactly what he wants when he wants.

N = Naive (Do they like you pliant or do they prefer you to challenge them?)

He doesn’t like a challenge, so staying pliant and agreeable is your best way of staying safe around him.

O = Ownership (Do they feel possessive of you? How do they act when you’re around others?)

He’s 100% possessive of you. You’re his and his alone. He doesn’t even like anyone to set eyes on you if he can help it.

P = Petulant (Are they moody? Easy to anger? Or are they patient and forgiving around you?)

He’s very moody and extremely easy to anger. He does put on a very sweet act around you but it can turn on a dime.

Q = Quit (Would they quit any of their behaviors for you if you asked?)

No. God no. You’re just his pet, his possession. He’s not going to change for you.

R = Rules (Would they have rules for you? Brainwash you? Teach you the right way to be theirs?)

His main rule is to never leave the house. And he’d teach you all of the correct ways to be his. If you don’t follow them, you can expect serious anger.

S = Stalker (Would they stalk you? How far would it go?)

Before he brought you home, he for sure stalked you. It’s how he became so fascinated with you in the first place.

T = Target (What do they wish to do to you? How twisted are their ideals?)

He just wishes to have you, to look at you like you’re some kind of doll and to make you love him.

U = Utopia (How much effort do they put into making you happy?)

He puts a fair amount of effort into keeping you happy. But he doesn’t like it when you’re not appreciative of those efforts.

V = Violence (Would they ever be violent with you?)

Probably, yes. He’s prone to violence, but he’ll always get all sweet again and promise you he didn’t mean it.

W = Will (Would they ever do anything against your will?)

Certainly. He’s only concerned with his own will, so get on board or face the consequences.

X = Xoanon (Would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

He would revere you as the pinnacle of his collection. And he’d go to great lengths to win you over so that you stayed his forever.

Y = Yowl (Do they ever make you cry? Do they enjoy your tears?)

He has made you cry, but he doesn’t like to see your tears. He’ll kiss or sometimes lick them away and soothe you, even if he’s the one that caused them moments ago.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you just so you’d stay with them?)

Yes. If there was no other way you’d stay and behave, he’d break you so you would.

For @arianadevareux

Dandy Mott: @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @gothtrash6969, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

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Mashup artists featured on this blog

Note: due to tumblr having a limit on the number of links you can have in one post, I've only linked the tags of those mashup artists who have more than one word in their name, or if it's long/complicated. You'll have to type the others into search yourself.

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3DMA

64gigs

86toMoose

A

a table

Adamusic

Amanda

Andrew Hagen

AnDyWuMUSICLAND

Anna McBurgendy

Arkadius

axelnapalm

B

Baaanggg

Beans McSprout

Bessco Samune

Birch

Blanter Co

Blood Love

Boebie

Byronxazz

C

Cacola

Cameron Hayes

Camhorn

Choinkus

chongo

Chris Taylor

CLMC Music

Cow Vibing

Cryptrik

D

dabunky

Damonis Midnight

Daniel Kendall

DaymanOurSavior

Deep V

Demi Adejuyigbe

demionbrisk

Denis Tognolo

Deospark

DiamondBrickZ

Dimitri Schmidt

diornotwar123

DJCJ

DJ BrookeTheProducer

DJ Cummerbund

DJ Earworm

DJ Flapjack

DJ MikeA

DJ Morgoth

DJ Poly

DJ Poulpi

DJ Surge-N

DM Mashups

domburg

Domino's Dump

DRA'man

Drewdot

duuzu

E

earlvin14

Ella Noir

Ellie Spectacular

Ema Pex

Eminem Mashups

EpicToast

eqt. studios

Erika Ersson

EvilGenki

Exightly

F

FG Roland DJ

Flipboitamidles

FrenchFri

G

Gingergreen

goodthingsnow777

Grave Danger

Gregory Brothers

groboclone

H

Hailey Schnur

Hala Nassar

Happy Cat Disco

harpistkt

Hilolila

Horologium

How2BEpic

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Ian

Idlehands

InanimateMashups

Irn Mnky

itspeyday

Isomer

Isosine

Ivaalo

J

J Mixes

jackhoeting 909

Jacob Sutherland

Jake Ranney

Jalex Petrie

Jamie Truelove Music

Jason Rollins

Joebot the Robot

Jerome Tremenz

John Fassold

Joleszezanev

Jonathan Coulton

Joseph James

JSaga

Justin Robinett

jyeoms

K

Kahizer

Karu

Kathleen

Kill_mR_DJ

Kiltro

Krale

L

Lamaita

levsadohoff

LibraH

Liddell

lobsterdust

Lopan

Lord Pandemicus

Luise Gad Lund

M

Madeon

madmartigan2012

Marc Johnce

Mark Hattori

Masdamind99

Mastgrr

Matt Nguyen-Ngo

Mauricio V

mashed potatoes

memes die

Michael Henry

MixmstrStel

mrfun4isback

Mouthies

MysticWolf

N

nakinyko

Nandy sisters

Nate Belasco

Neddly

Neil Circierega

Norwegian Recycling

O

OctogonCollaboration

OhKay

One Bored Jeu

Oskr96fred 4

Otto Hast

P

paper-mario-wiki

Partyben

PaulineeIsHere

Ph0ton

piratecovejoe

Piscicore

pluffaduff

PomDeter

Pomplamoose

primmsfairytale

ProdByJadii

pseudosalient

Psynwav

R

Rage/Chill Music

Raheem D

Rani KoHEnur

Ranvision

Red Omega

RezaMusic

Rick Sama

Robin Skouteris

Rolling Quartz

Ruskya

S

Salvador Peralta

Scibot9000

Scott

Scout

SheldonJpiripCooper

shimshamwow

Shokk

Shoopfex

SilvaGunner

Slayyyter

SmadaLeinad

Sowndhaus

SP Mashups

Squeaky Belle

swag mastar

Szoszism

T

T12

Taylor Kennedy

TCMusic

Tenkrom

The Optimist

There I Ruined It

THiNGYBOBinc

thquib

Tito Silva

Titus Jones

Triple Q

U

UberDisney

Ultra Music

Unai

unknown

V

Valter Henrique

Vazer

W

Wax Audio

Waxolotl

William Maranci

Wyd Hart

Y

YamiNoBahamut

Yitt

Z

Zakuzu

Zedd

Zode

Zoraya

Other artists/types of music

Bad Lip Reading

Key shift (major to minor or vice versa)

Shitposts

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P E R S O N A L P T 3

Jessica Jones x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: you're a natural born fighter (martial arts, fire manipulation) who fought for money and enlisted in SHIELD to avoid jail, then got kicked out again. You now reside in Hell's Kitchen yeah pt 3 with smut but it is marked so you can skip

Warnings: Swearing; rough piv; dirty talk, violence a la fire; mentions of stalking and fighting

Word Count: 2.3K+

Jessica was a highly strung sort of person. Normally. Normally, however, she was not faced with a stalker who was inside the victim's apartment, talking sweetly as to hide malicious intent. They stand close together - close enough for murder should a private investigator be standing by the door.

Now, far away from normal, she was panicking.

Her fingers slipped intuitively toward her pocket, reaching for her phone, just as she had been doing when she felt at all happy, sad, angry or anxious recently. Your number was only one click away, and more valuable than her pride. She didn't like involving you in her business, just like you didn't involve her in yours.

"Hello, love," your voice melted through the speaker, and she could feel some of her tension fade. You were obviously at home, calm, maybe still tired, about to sleep, already woken?

"Hey," she replied urgently, practically sending you pay closer attention on the other end of the line. "I need some help."

"Where are you?" you asked firmly, not messing around. She looked around, as if she didn't know the streets off by heart.

"59th Street."

"Coming. Stay safe."

She sent you the specific location, teetering on the threshold of the apartment corridor, trying to do so noiselessly. The stalker could be killing. Hurting. Anything, really. All she could see was his back through the window.

She waited a minute or five, growing more and more impatient, until she stopped, stunned, upon sight of a gun. A gun aimed at her client. She cursed herself for thinking that way.

Jessica couldn't wait any longer. She kicked the door down, risking a moment's blindness as she rounded the kitchen wall, she was finally there, she had to act fast-

The stalker cowered on the ground, left hand hovering an inch away from his right arm, that was now blistering and sizzling. He cried out in bursts of agony, staring up in fear at the man looking over him, disgust written on his face.

You looked up, holding Jessica's gaze. Only then did she notice the man you were supporting, her client's ashen face peering down in horror at his stalker.

"Hello, sir, I'm really sorry it took this long," she switched to her professional tone, approaching the debacle and leading the poor man away from the scene by his arm. He was shaking all over but seemed mainly relieved.

She called the police, not leaving the man's side until they were close, while you watched the perpetrator. You both left right before the cops arrived.

She glared at you, not saying a word as you walked up the road incredibly fast.

"...Are you okay?" you asked, unsure whether that was the right question. She whirled around, looking, by her standards, only mildly furious.

"What took you so long? It was close (y/n). He could have died. My client. I needed you," she almost choked on the last part, but didn't let it affect her expression. You noted it too, attempting not to be too honored.

"I'm sorry. I was working on another... issue," you answered sincerely, not looking away.

"Yeah. I can see the split lip." She paused. "Why burn him, not knock him out? Easier that way, isn't it?"

"C'mon, it's time. Give me some background on the whole fire thing. You know mine." Jessica batted her eyelashes in jest, running a hand down your arm.

"If you insist," you chuckled, staring at your knuckles, almost ashamed. "Since I was discharged from S.H.I.E.L.D... well, I should open with the fact that that's why I was taken in the first place. Little old me wasn't particularly interesting when fire wasn't raging all around me, out of control."

"I...," you started, unsure how to continue. The sun was just rising, pink rays peeking through neighborhood trees. "I guess it's quicker to... stop someone by burning them rather than beating them up. And it could look like an accident, so if Scotland Yard shows up, they'll probably just accept it and move on. I mean, everyone knew he was stalking every second person on 56th anyway, didn't they?"

"Yeah." Jessica smiled, enjoying the intimacy of simply standing close to you. "Thanks for picking up, y'know. You don't have to fake lying around at home, being all drowsy and sexy or something."

"Wouldn't want you to worry."

She leaned up, kissing you with a hand to your chin, suppressing a grin. "That's for answering."

"No need to thank me."

"There is. Really. I mean it." You blinked, saddened instantly because you knew how many times she had been let down. You refused to be yet another disappointment.

The two of you headed down to her office, talking and not talking and just generally enjoying each other's company. You couldn't help but smile at her wrecked door. It was a surprise, but you had organized a new glass and lock to arrive sometime the following week.

"You looked good doing that, y'know. Bet you look good in a fight," she teased, parrying with the doorknob.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Jessica," you said quietly, a prayer, when the door closed behind you. "I want to have you. May I?"

SMUT STARTS HERE

The world erupted. Surely, the earth shook as she dived towards you, frantic in an attempt to kiss you faster, faster, faster, faster, more, more, more. You moved against each other like waves crashing, too eager to calm for even a second.

You hardly noticed her rip your t-shirt off, your belt and pants unbuckled in record time. She broke away no more than a second to tear off every piece of clothing she was wearing, so that she melded against you bare.

Your hands roamed the pale expanse of her body, groping and kneading at every groove, curve, dip - mapping the plush parts of her so that your fingertips could bruise the hard. Her hair tossed around your heads wildly, trapping you just where you wanted to be.

She landed with her ass against the desk, her whiskey bottle crashing onto the floor with a gratifying ring. Her hips bucked towards you, desperate, and you could have drooled at the sight of Jessica desperate.

You tossed your boxers, crouching down in front of the desk and supporting her thighs on either side of your head as you sucked at her clit, eliciting a sinful moan from somewhere above.

You hummed against her, the vibrations driving her crazy as she twitched and writhed beneath you. You sacrificed one hand that had been digging into the soft meat of her thighs to push into her, three fingers stretching her pussy apart.

"God, (y/n), it feels so good, it feels so good, oh God-" She was a panting mess, digging herself deeper and deeper into your face to gain more friction.

"Easy, baby," you growled, and if she hadn't held back, she knew she would have screamed. Her hands searched for something to hold onto, landing almost every document on her desk somewhere else, scattered on the floor.

You stepped away, admiring your work for a moment before leaning over her, aligning yourself with her sex. Her lips formed an o-shape as she watched you hover there, then slowly push in.

"Wait," she managed, ripping a drawer brutally away from its hinges and pulling out a condom. "We forgot."

"Sorry," you muttered, quickly mending the damage. "Now?"

"Yes, please."

You entered her again, inching further very carefully so that she could stop you. You hissed at how tight she felt.

"Please, I can take it," she whined, and your hips snapped to hers. Jessica cried out in something you could only hope was pleasure, hands coming to rake down your back. Her nails dug into your flesh, but you didn't mind.

"Can I?"

"Yes, yes, God yes," she moaned. You pulled out halfway slowly, then rammed into her at a brutal pace. Her eyes rolled back, a singular, long-lasting moan powered by every thrust.

"Your cunt is so tight, Jessica, fuck," you groaned, not slowing your assault. The sound of skin slapping and Jessica's warbling filled the room and likely reached beyond it. The desk creaked.

"Call me a slut- Fuck!"

"Yeah? That's what it's come to? Alright," you purred, leaning even closer so that your chest touched hers. "You need this, don't you? Not many can satisfy your cunt, can they, slut?"

She mewled, throwing her head back, and with a deafening moan, you could feel her clenching, juices flowing freely out of her pussy.

"You really liked that, huh? You are a pretty little slut, aren't you?" You hauled her up, helping her stagger to the office wall. "Bed?"

"Do it here," she replied immediately. You couldn't tell if she was so desperate she couldn't reach the bed or if she liked the challenge of sex standing up, but you had no trouble at all complying.

She turned to face the wall, and you thrust into her yet again, gripping her ass firmly. Both of your hips bucked into each other at record speed, her palms pressed against the wall above her head. Your hands ventured instead to her breasts, squeezing and palming them while you drove into her cunt.

Her perked nipples rolled between your fingers, whines and screams that no neighbour could ignore falling irrevocably from Jessica's lips.

"Such a pretty slut for me, baby," you groaned, lifting and bending her right leg to reach even deeper inside her.

"Yes, daddy. Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, face pressed against the wall as you sucked and but at the nape of her neck, marking her. Yours. Yours. Yours.

"I'm gonna come," you managed, still drilling into her from behind. You could feel the tension in you rising, and then it released, a guttural sound deep within you.

Jessica turned around, panting. "Bed?"

"Bed."

Even though her legs were obviously weakened, she still swung her hips on the way to her bedroom, smiling cunningly over her shoulder. You smirked as she gestured you to lie down on the bed. She observed your body almost hungrily, fingertips traipsing over the hard muscles of your torso, then your arms, then biting her lip at the sight between your thighs.

"C'mon, Jessica," you teaser. "Be a good slut for me."

She smirked, hand encircling your cock as she leaned down to place her lips at the tip, looking up at you as she slid up and down your length. You groaned, bucking your hips up to her mouth, and you could feel the back of her throat when you reached far enough. She gagged slightly, never pausing her swift hand movements as you hardened anew.

She hollowed her cheeks a moment, then, deciding she had done enough, removed her head and sat down on your cock instead, face scrunching in painful ecstasy as you penetrated deeper than before.

"Fuck, Jessica," you groaned, wanting more, faster.

She started to bounce on your lap, placing your hands on her tits to fondle as she tried to do so as quickly as possible. You stuck to the pattern for a few minutes, until you couldn't bare to wait longer. You grabbed her hips at their highest point, hammering into her again as fast as you could. Her breasts shook with every thrust, mouth open, drooling slightly.

Your muscles were about to give out from the exertion, so you flipped her over nonchalantly, ramming into her from above as the mattress roared its disapproval.

"More, oh God, oh God, it feels so good, oh God-" Jessica was rambling between pornographic moans, a true scream tearing from her throat as you put all the power you possibly could into invading her cunt.

An ominous crack sounded, and the bed collapsed around you, breaking clean in two. You were so enraptured, however, that you still didn't stop, only more motivated.

Jessica couldn't even speak as she whined, cum gushing once again around your dick, inspiring your own orgasm. You practically fell on top of her for a moment, only now feeling the sting of where she had scratched you, the utter exhaustion in your legs.

SMUT ENDS HERE

"Let's do that again in a bit," she murmured, still panting heavily.

"Yeah. Sorry about the bed."

"It's alright, I wanted a new one, anyway."

You picked her up easily, even if she did have super-strength that meant she could endure what most couldn't, carrying her to the couch where she could watch the sun caress the rooftops, a blanket at her disposal. "I'll be right back," you promised, heading to the kitchen.

Jessica laughed, giddy with happiness. She decided two things that morning - things that would not have changed had it been any less glorious. Had the sun not shone upon her broken bedroom perfectly, had the breakfast you brought her to eat on her cushions been even a little overcooked, had your hair not fallen immaculately as you collapsed into the small space beside her, lips pressed to the base of her neck - still, she would have known this.

One, that this was the best sex she would probably ever have - a good argument for justifying the cost of a new bed.

Two, that she would try, and try again, if necessary, to be with you. Because for the first time in ages - perhaps in forever - she had a good feeling about this.

[drchenquill]

Alpha-Write Tag~

Your geinus strikes again @agirlandherquill! Let's see if I can do this~

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

A: Air filled her lungs as she finally allowed herself to breath, to taste the beauty of life once more.

B: Beneath her feet, the gravel shook. It shook until it split in two with a loud rumble. Frozen, she could only stare as whatever it was that broke free of its cemented cage and rose to its inhuman seize, ready to take revenge on those who had taken its freedom.

C: "Care to explain to me why the box clearly marked 'Do Not Open' is open?" "Is curiosity a valid explanation, or does it sentence me to a week of cold-shoulder-treatment?"

D: Distress was something he was used to, a feeling as familiar as the birds chirping outside his window every morning.

E: Evening came, but they did not return. The promise they once held, broken in one cold winter night.

F: " 'Find the dragon' they said, 'slay it and you'll be King forever' they said. Forgot to mention the dragon is a child!" "See it positvely, My Liege, you won't need to look for an heir."

G: God knows how many time she had tried to convince him otherwise, to tell him what a bad idea that was. She had given up, given him up, but as she stared at his name ingraved into the stone before her feet, she wished, for once, that his stubbornes would bring him back, back to her.

H: Heaven and Hell won't hold me back once I will be freed from my restrains. My rage will feel no bounds as I unleash it onto the world.

I: "I know, my love, I know, but believe me that this is the only way for us to live, the only way for us to know what's out there. So... will you jump with me?"

J: "Justice is just a word, a word that people use to justify an act of personal revenge against others who have wronged them. By this logic, cutting your throat is also an act of justice, or am I wrong, dear?"

K: Kindness was always so straining for her, for it was merely an act she had to put up. But not for others, oh no, but for herself. She kept herself in check, because if she wasn't kind, she would start to kill... again.

L: Long after the sun had set and the stars filled the sky, two lovers met underneath their shine, basking in the glory of the night, where nobody could hurt them.

M: "Motherfu-" "Don't use such vulgar words in front of the child!" "The child is eighteen and has screamed worse!"

N: Noting the disgusted look on her face, he realized that his approach was anything but welcomed.

O: Others might know the taste of love, the taste of happiness, but she realized quickly that nothing compared to the taste of blood.

P: Pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear, he couldn't help but admire the soft blush coloring her round cheeks, inviting him to press a soft kiss on her tender skin.

Q: Questioning things was something she often did, but this will be the first time she was terrified of the answer.

R: "Rest, my child, for your adventure is yet to begin."

S: Sleep was something he did on the regular, slumping into his pillow, succumbing to the sweet darkness that helped him escape the reality that was darker than any of his dreamless nights.

T: "Take your gremlin and leave me be." "You've handed me our child." "... I'm not having a good day, okay?"

U: Under the tender gaze of her former lover, she took her last breath, on it bitter words of love, hoping to crumble to walls that he had build around his withering heart.

V: "Very funny, guys. Who melted my candles and formed them into... Whatever this is?"

W: Wailing could be heard through the normally silent castle walls.

X: "Xbox? You bought him an Xbox?" "I know, I know. I shouldn't support his criminal activities, but he did it for the poor, honey." "Exactly, you could've bought him a Play Station."

Y: "You knew what he did to me! You knew how I had to suffer because of him! How could you?"

Z: I don't have anything. Or better, I don't know English good enough to know that many, or any, words with Z.

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Tagging for this fun game, with no pressure, @paeliae-occasionally , @theink-stainedfolk , @the-golden-comet , @willtheweaver , @finickyfelix and open tag~

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

More about you | Blue Eye Samurai x Male Reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: The Onryo's Demon More about you: More about you | (You are here) Chapter 1: The Demon and the Onyro |TBW Chapter 2: Swords of Blood Covered Harmony | TBW Chapter 3: One-Handed Tea Party | TBW Chapter 4: Madame Kaji? Mother Kaji | TBW Chapter 5: The Birth of a Demon's Rage | TBW Chapter 6: For Whom the Bells Toll | TBW Chapter 7: Rebirth of a Demon's Purity | TBW Chapter 8: The Man must Burn | TBW

‸THIS IS SUBJECTIVE, CHANGE IT TO LOOK LIKE YOU!‸

Name: Y/n

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 16

Height: 5'7

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin. 

Personality :Helpful, Clingy, Vengeful, Serious, Caring, Skillful

Other notes: Y/n is incredibly clingy to Mizu and will do anything she says or asks. He comes from a seemingly similar background that Mizu has, but was raised by Madame Kaji. While in Madame Kaji's care, Y/n learned how to play the shamisen and the koto. Y/n played all the time in the brothel, and all the workers loved hearing the boy play. Y/n then left to find Mizu and befriended her. Ever since he found her, he has been stuck by her side forever and had always tried to protect her. Y/n is 2nd best next to Mizu, but the both are undefeatable as it seems. Y/n wears similair clothing like Mizu does, but the coloring is e/c. He also wears a large hat and orange glasses to cover his eye color. Y/n caries an e/c sword just like Mizu does, but his sword has flower petals engraved in it instead. 

Likes: Mizu, cold water, plants, warm food, his sword, the pendant Mizu gave him, playing the shamisen, playing the koto.

Dislikes: His mother, Mizu's "Mother", The foreigners, Heiji Shindou, People who hurt Mizu, not being there for Mizu, foreign products, opium, guns, shitty swordsman, shitty swordsmanship, himself

Love interests:

None in this book 

There will be a sequel after this book is finished

Picrew Link Here

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[zeloinator]

I was tagged by so so many wonderful followers but i do not have enough spoons to gather everyone I’m so so sorry, thank you so much for the tags 🩵

B A S I C S of Zee

-Name: Zee Zalinos

-Nicknames: ‘Zee’ is such a short name she doesn’t often get nicknames. 

-Age: 28 

-Nameday:  

-Race: Raen Au’ra

-Gender: Female 

-Orientation: Bisexual/Pansexual  

-Profession: White Mage, traveling healer, crafter, and carer of disabled creatures~

P H Y S I C A L    A S P E C T S

-Hair: Thick, slightly wavy, white hair. Once she had pink highlights, but around mid-Shadowbringers they were completely bleached away and have never grown back in. She chopped her long hair to chin-shoulder length hair around the beginning of Endwalker and has been wearing it in its much more free-ly/naturally styled way than before when she took tedious care of straightening and putting it into different long hairstyles. 

-Eyes: Zee’s left eye is a blue-green color and her right a bright pink with light blue limbal rings around each. Her limbal rings turn white white she is casting magic and their glow intensity growing stronger the longer she’s been without performing the ritual to release the pooling of aether within her.

-Skin: Light cool blue~

-Tattoos/scars: her biggest scars are the one from her two amputations, her left arm stump and her right leg stump (with her right leg having the most prolific and obvious scaring which is why she always keeps it covered). 

F A M I L Y

-Parents: Thought to be deceased / disappeared (more about them coming soon I’ve been working on Zee’s family lore)

-Siblings: Thought to be deceased / Disappeared

-Grandparents: All dead but her grandmother on her mother’s side was very close with Zee as a child and taught her so much about healing magics. That grandmother was the same one to encourage her dreams of traveling and cooking.

-In-laws and Other: Sadu Dotharl and Erenville are Zee’s main two significant others~ 

-Pets: Calling them her pets would NOT be something that Zee does but her island sanctuary is filled with tons of disabled creatures from all over the world! She cares for their needs and builds them mobility aids for their needs with the help of her friends.

S K I L L S

Abilities:   

~Able to store up aether over time, if she isn't careful this can result in an aether ‘bomb’ where the stored aether explodes out when she cannot handle anymore in her body. (By ‘store up’ its more of a water balloon type deal, she can carry over a certain amount of aether but once she becomes to ‘thin’ in places she will pop)

~Created the ‘Blood Lily Rage’ spell which allows her to enter a raged state using her own blood to fuel her boost in strength and ability. She is faster, able to cast everything near immediately, and her mind is blanketed in a haze that covers up her pain, feeling and most of her personality. 

~Has been learning how to craft magic accessibility items for those who need them but are unable to travel to the big cities (or at all) to get the items they need. Zee works with a good friend of hers, Ellaeuxlynn, for crafting mobility aids and other more personalized accessibility items. 

Hobbies: 

-Crafting for others in her spare time

-Gardening and cooking with what shes grown!

-Zee isn’t very good at taking time for herself so her hobbies are mostly other jobs she does to keep busy and distracted from her pain.

T R A I T S

-Most Positive Trait: Caring, if there is one thing that Zee is she is caring, a ‘natural’ healer and hero

-Most Negative Trait: Self Sacrificing,  she will give up all of herself if someone she loves asks her to. 

L I K E S

-Colors:  Pastel Blue, Midnight Blue, (in the past her favorites have been pastel green and iris pink as well)

-Smells: Petricore / rain, citrus, musk, flowers (specifically lilacs, honeysuckle, and hyacinths) 

-Textures: soft and plush, smooth and sharp, the roughness of stone and the smoothness of silk.

-Drink: Hot teas mostly

O T H E R   D E T A I L S

Smokes: No~

Drinks: Rarely, and when she does she barely drinks any

Drugs: Zee often deals with her chronic pain with shrug usage~ Zee and Erenville can often be found sharing a smoke in the middle of the night under the stars.

Mount Issuance: Her beloved chocobo Ariadne has been getting more and more rest and treats in her stable as Zee is often flying with Ehll Tou while not doing her Warrior of Light duties and spending her time crafting. But she can often be seen riding a blue and white mechanical flying horse in her battle armor as well. 

Been Arrested: Nope~

[fritextramole]

smacked in the face with a silver spoon

part 3 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Outsider ~ MARINA

I look myself in the face And whisper "I'm in the wrong place" Is there more to lose than gain If I go on my own again?

Meet Me in the Woods ~ Lord Huron

Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night

Handle With Care ~ The Traveling Wilburys

I've been uptight and it made a mess But I'll clean it up myself, I guess Oh, the sweet smell of success Handle me with care

I Was Neon ~ Julia Jacklin

I quite like the person that I am Am I gonna lose myself again?

Still Sane ~ Lorde

Only bad people live to see Their likeness set in stone What does that make me?

Devil Inside Me ~ Matt Berry

But I'd blow your mind, when I'm up high, to fall back down again Up high, to fall back down again Swing low, and look straight at me That's all I need now the Devil's inside me

t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l ~ WILLOW, Travis Barker

I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass?

And So It Went ~ The Pretty Reckless, Tom Morello

With all these eyes upon us, but no one seems to see That you and me are just the same as God meant it to be But you're much too close to me

Bad Man's World ~ Jenny Lewis

I will never forgive you For what you put us kids through Remember that night You tried to take your own life? When I found you You were a shade of blue And success is a state of mind With a little bit of follow through And then you failed at that too

Sinister Kid ~ The Black Keys

I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp A bad combination in the dark

Rip It Up ~ Jet

And if you ever break down, I’ll cut you up again On the bedroom wall, the stars look bright But they don’t belong in the city of light

Worldwide Torture ~ Jazmin Bean

I never come second place Always been a big disgrace Smell the fear‚ I know you see High achiever (Yeah, that's me)

Going to Hell ~ The Pretty Reckless

Father did you miss me? Don’t ask me where I’ve been You know I know, yes I’ve been told I redefine a sin

In Undertow ~ Alvvays

What's next for you and me? I'll take suggestions we toss and turn in undertow

Chaise Longue ~ Wet Lag

Hey, you, over there On the chaise longue, in your underwear What are you doing sitting down? You should be horizontal now

Starring Role ~ MARINA

Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control 'Cause really, I adore you and I can't leave you alone Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong

R U Mine? ~ The Arctic Monkeys

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

bellyache ~ Billie Eilish

Everything I do The way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared Like I could be anywhere Like I'm reckless

Bullet With Butterfly Wings ~ The Smashing Pumpkins

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show? And what do you want? I wanna change

You ~ Radiohead

I can see me drowning Caught in the fire You, me and everything Caught in the fire

RAGE ~ Samantha Margret

Rage is a funny place Full of loose hand grenades Where every hand is spades Violence in the open space Clear and bright as day So you can't hide away

Man in the Box ~ Alice in Chains

I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me?

Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) ~ Sky Ferreira

Shaking your head while I try to explain You say you don't wanna hear me complain Just tryna get my point across You don't seem to care if I'm feeling lost

The Love Club ~ Lorde

I joined the club and it's all on There are fights for being my best friend And the girls get their claws out There's somethin' about hanging out with the wicked kids Take the pill, make it too real The other day I forgot my old address I'm sittin' pretty on the throne There's nothing more I want, except to be alone

Are You Hurting The One You Love? ~ Florence + The Machine

Are you hurting the one you love? You'd like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough

[slashingdisneypasta]

Alright, Toon Patrol in a fairy tale environment. Here we go!

In this world, I guess either the toons take the place of the fairy tale characters and have their own stories (like Bugs Bunny would be 'The Clever Hare', Popeye could be 'The Iron Sailor' or something, etc). Either that, or the toons are in the medieval time period.

In the Toon Patrols case, they are a group of misfit bandits. They don't have specific territory since they can go anywhere- and they do go everywhere. They attack unsuspecting travelers, royal carriages, etc. They're so notorious, you can find wanted posters for each of them posted in towns and taverns.

Smartass is, of course, the leader. Rumor has it that he was spurned by a royal lover, and that has led to his spite for the upper class (totally not a reference to my divorcee HC).

Greasy is the amorous one. Pretty ladies are in danger of his wandering eye and hands in this AU too. You can always rely on Greasy to get a handful of women they rob. He is also the bandit most often found in pubs on his own.

Wheezy is the- well, the archer in this AU since guns wouldn't be a thing back then XD just because you can't see him, doesn't mean he doesn't have his eye on you; anybody that manages to run away from the other weasels are at risk if getting an arrow in the leg- or worse, depending on whether or not they're 'disposable'.

Psycho is the lunatic who never should have been given knives. Faster and much more animalistic than his teammates, you don't want this nutter chasing you down in the forest.

Stupid is the strongest of them all, and is often tasked with carrying the heaviest loot and/or the camping equipment while they're on the move.

Eventually, when the old king died and was replaced by a mysterious man by the name of Doom, the new king decided to use the renegade weasels and made an arrangement with them; he would clear their names and ensure they would never be arrested for their crimes, if they worked for him. Seeing this as a once in a life time opportunity, the weasels accepted.

I'm indecisive on whether or not they join Dooms guard, or if they remain as bandits and are simply rebranded to a more 'lawful' term. But either way, they give Doom information they get from their victims, and do the occasional job he gives them.

This one I'm gonna leave S/O headcannon free since sleep is finally catching up to me XD I'll let you fill that in if you want ^^ i hope you like these!

Bandit!Greasy:

Alright so it is almost 1.30 am so I hope this is coherent XD But um- this is gonna be clunky. Because-

TOON PATROL

IN A F A I R Y T A L E AU???

This is something I trust didn't know I needed so bad, I-

AGHH.

XD

I L O V E THIS IDEA. Even without the weasels this is absolutely a fairytale I would read!! A corrupt King with evil little known-criminal minions? It reminds me if Scar and the Hyenas while he was King! I wish they had shown us more of that time 😅😅

Omg!- I would love if they were like evil corrupt knights omg XD You know I love that kinda thing 😅😅😅 But both ideas are great, I just love the concept as a whole XD

AS IT HAPPENS, I DO WANNA FILL IN THE X READER STUFF, YES. I hope you like these 😅 They're all set before Doom becomes King, I think 🤔

~

Bandit!Smartass x Random Background Villager!Reader who's tough, rational and level headed. She is the only woman Smartass acknowledges as a lady?? Despite no real fairytale role or happy ending afforded to her?? She's just a washmaid??? But she's low-key, and he likes that. No fairytale ending means no drama. And- he just likes her. Genuinely. They argue like an old married couple and the Toon Patrol Bandits always seem to stop by her village by 'coincidence', and everyone knows its just a matter of time.

-or circumstance. When Y/N's village becomes a target for a raging dragon maybe Smartass will... you know... face his issues with love and realise that Y/N is Not Like That? She wouldn't hurt him, or she's just Worth It, and steals a carriage+leaves the rest of the weasels behind wherever they were when he hears in order to get there for her.

Bandit!Wheezy x Wicked Witch!Reader who hates people *cough* except him. Yes, she's one of those crazy ones who like to curse villages, eat children and take princesses hostage when she's bored. She's kindof wacky. But Wheezy has come to just really... like her? Like hanging with her? They click???? She's nuts and actually out of her mind and truly freaky, kinda weird looking with her gross hair and soot on her face and rags covering her body; completely uncivilised. But? He? Loves her?? She's funny and she's cute in a mangy-dog sorta way, and she doesn't mind he's gross himself. He doesnt know about telling her his feelings,.. the crazy bat might try to set something on fire from shock,.. but he knows it and that's all that really matters.

Until a king sends his guard to come and execute her for her crimes against the crown (she... might have... perhaps... turned the queen into a chicken) and it becomes very obvious Wheezy's butt-fuck in love with her when he refuses to get out from between her and the pack of guards.

Bandit!Psycho x Sleeping Curse!Reader who is, obviously, asleep when the Toon Patrol Bandits come across her in the forest. Most of the weasels are uniterested in the sleeping woman and move on, but Psycho is immediately intrigued, feeling instinctually close to this snoozy female laying like a corpse in the woods. This is his mistake, but its also how the story is written (fate), so I guess he cant really be blamed. He doesn't know why... but he's drawn to her, staring at her and watching her sleep. He can not figure out why, but he just... has... to stay...

And now...

He's getting...

Sleepy...

Psycho is drawn into the curse with her, standing over her body dead asleep like a stone guard until the day that Prince comes along, and kisses her- and he is jolted awake instead.

Turns out, the princess had been put to sleep by her parents a long time ago. It was an effort to keep her safe- the idea was that she would sleep, blissfully unaware of the dangerous world around her, until the right person came along to protect her; then she would be allowed to live, because she would have her guard. Different worthy men would be drawn into her sleep with her so that they couldn't get away before proving themselves or not, and when a threat (a foolhardy prince attempting to have what wasn't his to take) came along, they would wake before her and if she woke up then that would mean that he had gotten rid of the scoundrel- and she was safe in his care.

Psycho is the only one in a thousand years, who protected her.

Bandit!Greasy x Hag!Reader and Greasy is just... enamoured with her. Completely besotted. Smitten. No one knows why; she's so ugly. Has she spelled him? But no, she seems just as confused as everyone else!... Maybe Grease is just a freak?

This goes on for a few months- Hag!Reader tries to go about their sad unloved life, trying to ignore and forget the odd bandit that's surely maming fun of her, and Greasy keeps seeking her out and being kind to her!; giving her food, shelter, and gifts! He compliments her, too, says her dirty smudged skin makes him wanna sin and her sunken eyes spell him to think dirty things that make her head spin!... He never once ignores her flaws or tells her she's prettier than she is- he seems to get off on them, instead!

... Greasy may never admit that its because he had a premonition that he and her were meant to be, the day he first saw her on the street. No one knows he can do that, and they can't because seers are often killed for their gifts- but he can do everything else in his power to convince her he loves her. He wants her.

And he will. For as long as he lives.

Bandit!Stupid x Princess!Reader. It's a classic story; Reader is approached by all kinds of princes and noblemen from around the world asking to marry her but she loves the sweet bandit she met. He's the only one she wants.

... except Stupid doesn't know that 😅 He thinks he's just lucky when they keep running into her carriage (travelling through known toon patrol territory) to stop and rob, and he gets to see her again. He thinks its lucky, that she always has just enough gold to please them. He thinks it's lucky, that she's so kind and understanding about them 'robbing' her.

She won't tell him, though. She's happy to get herself robbed every week just to see him (she's got the riches, so why not?). This way they can be friends, and she doesn't upend his life which being with a princess would do. If she has to go down in history as the strict Queen that never married, that's okay. Maybe one day lobg after she's dust, someone will decode her journal; figure out her love story with the sweet, dumb bandit.

But its okay if they don't.