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[raccoonscribbles]

Yandere Man x Fem Reader

Y/n was crying, staring out the window, wondering what it would be like to be out there. With him by her side she would never know.

“Hi, darling.” He walked in, she turned.

“Hello,” she got up, walking over to him, the chain tugging at her leg.

“Awhh, you can’t even reach me,” he stepped towards her, hugging her, she nuzzled into him.

“It’s okay, just keep behaving like this for a while, and soon enough we can go to the backyard,” he grinned.

“I want to go see stars,” she said as she walked back over to the window, staring outside.

“Why? They’re boring,” He looked up at the sky.

“The constellations, and everything. You know Orion? It’s that one right there, with the three dots, that’s his belt,” she smiled.

[drawerbread]

how dare you ask me to live with it?

[krscblw-2]

some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love

[scriblesandbits]

God IS a middle schooler and we ARE a science project except he does know we exist and has very mixed feelings about the whole ordeal

[faelunez]

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, sole reverend daughter… (with the Witch Hat Atlier trend!)

[rosenkranz-does-things]

saw this polar bear picture and couldn't resist

[billykcplan]

BILLY MAXIMOFF | AGATHA ALL ALONG ↪ clues

BONUS:

[soapcloth]

Catching Soap taking pics of you in an airport terminal...

You try to ignore it. Maybe he was taking a picture of the airport in general, maybe it was a selfie- either way, you’re not about to confront a man that looks like bootcamp and protein powder incarnate in the case that he is.

Once boarded, you find yourself beside a kind-looking older woman that lets you have the window seat, the prior incident readily forgotten as you settle in. A flight attendant crouches beside her, but you pay it no mind, too busy prepping your in-flight comforts to watch on while the woman gathers her belongings and vacates the seat.

You lean back, waiting for take-off.

"-here you are, Sergeant- once again, we're deeply sorry about the seating mix-up with your partner- a-and thank you for your service, we hope you'll continue to fly with us."

That snaps you out of your thoughts.

Looking up, you find the man from earlier staring down at you with a pleased grin. After a beat, his head swings back around to the flight attendant.

"Dinnae worry 'bout tha'- just glad it got sorted."

He tosses his carry-on overhead, arms bulging with the movement before he plops himself down into the seat beside you, an exasperated grunt passing his lips. He lifts the seperating arm rest, thick legs spreading out so your thighs touch.

"-um?"

He clicks his tongue and jerks his knee into yours. "Saw ye' looking at me in the terminal, would be a shame t'leave ye' be, aye?"

[shotmrmiller]

tw:somno

living next door to ghoap and while they (mostly Johnny) like to strike up conversation with you whenever you're getting your mail or tossing out the trash, lately, they've been catching you at every opportunity. even before work and they'll keep you around long enough to almost make you late.

maybe that's why you've suddenly started having raunchy dreams about them both. (but what makes it weird is that they're never together. it's only ever one or the other.) it's hard keeping the shame that sits hot in your chest below the collar of your shirt when you always end up cornered by either johnny or simon just to ask you how you've been recently, if you've slept well, that your skin is glowing.

how can you tell them that you've been getting the best sleep you've had in months because every other night, you've been having an actual orgasm or three to your wet dreams? that you've been waking up in the morning with release sticking your inner thighs together, your sex hot and tender to the touch because (in your imagination) he and his boyfriend eat pussy like it's the last one on they'll ever have?

none of this would be an issue if you just had you a nice boyfriend to give you the attention your neighbors have been forcing upon giving you.

(you don't. you give them a shaky smile, a weak excuse and run straight to your flat. it prompts johnny to chide simon for being so overzealous with you. "told ye to give 'er a few to recover, ye'd gone into 'er room just two days ago," as if he hadn't lapped up all the slick you'd left on simon's face after an hour of eating you out. as if johnny wasn't the one to suckle on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh long enough to leave the mark you'd confused for a bruise. hypocrisy at its finest.)

[astrozure]

M I N E

print!

[dorkfruit]

ianthe shoots her shot normal style

[d0thtml]

[gouachemole]

pencil sketch of my favorite murderous nun 🖤

[kenzbug]

I’m so super normal about the inglorious mask

[civetside]

doodling THEM today