#yeah imagine how obsessed he would be with his own dog

[wendichester]

Hi, i’m never done this before and i’m nervous lol

so i was wondering if you could write something with Sam x fem!reader, the reader is a reporter of the town where the boys have a case and she is very attached to the case because there’s a lot of murders and wanna know what’s happening so she decided to do her own research and there is when she meet the winchester

i imagine the reader sassy, impulsive and very very sarcastic (that would make Sam hate her in the beginning) but very kind, sweet and funny at the same time idk like Lois Lane type of person you know? well i don’t know if you know but yeah

well that’s it omg i hope you get the idea and i’m so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense i don’t speak english and i tried my best 😔 i forgot the grammatical tenses and everything 😭

have a good day/night you sweet person ok bye

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summary. you've been investigating a series of murder in your hometown. way past work-level healthy. it's getting personal now.

pairing. sam winchester x reporter!reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 561

notes / warnings. thank you for requesting bubs! i hope you like this ehe // mentions of murder investigations (no graphic content), reader gives Sam a headache and a crush at the same time

You stick your pen behind your ear, flip your notebook shut, and square up to the man currently glaring at you like you’re an inconvenient fly buzzing around his very serious man-face.

“Well, Agent Ham-and-Egger,” you say, with a sugary-sweet smile, “since the cops don’t seem to know squat, maybe you’d like to share what exactly the FBI is doing sniffing around this town’s murder scenes like dogs at a barbecue?”

He exhales hard. Tall and already regretting his life choices. “We’ve got it under control.”

“Do you?” You tap your notebook against your palm. “Because the last three victims were drained of blood and left in a perfectly staged tableau. That doesn’t scream ‘under control’ to me, G-Man.”

Sam Winchester’s jaw ticks.

You clock it. And grin.

You don’t know who this guy is—not really. He’s traveling with that other one, the smirking flirt in the leather jacket who practically winked at your recorder. But this one? This tall drink of broody fedsuit? He hates you already.

Good. That makes this more fun.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss details,” he says through clenched teeth. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere.”

You give him your brightest, most annoying smile. “Oh sweetie, you’ll learn. I don’t wait for answers. I dig them up.”

Dean strolls over then, holding two coffees and way too much charm. “Everything okay over here, Sammy?”

You raise a brow. “Sammy? Oh, that’s adorable. I was gonna go with Special Agent Grumpy Pants.”

Sam exhales again—louder this time.

Dean smirks like he’s watching the best soap opera of his life.

You don’t mean to follow them.

Okay, that’s a lie. You absolutely mean to follow them.

There’s something weird about this case, and you know in your gut these two are more than they say they are. No FBI agent works a case this deep in the dirt, in a town this small, unless there’s something extra going on.

So when they head to the morgue, you’re not far behind.

You’re also not as stealthy as you think.

Sam catches you red-handed, lurking in the hallway like a raccoon in lipstick.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he groans.

You grin, flipping open your notepad. “So. Vampires? Or are we going full ritualistic cult?”

He narrows his eyes. “How do you even know to ask that?”

You shrug. “I was raised on myth and murder. And my ex-boyfriend was obsessed with horror movies. I absorbed some stuff.”

Sam stares at you like you’re a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve but absolutely has to. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

He scrubs a hand down his face. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

You wink. “Not if I stay close to tall, broody, and capable.”

And just like that—he blushes. Barely. But it’s there.

You smirk. “Gotcha.”

He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “insufferable woman,” but doesn’t tell you to leave. Doesn’t walk away either.

You lean on the wall beside him, triumphant.

“What now?” you ask.

He sighs. “Now, we talk. Because if I don’t give you something, you’re gonna tail us until you get yourself eaten.”

You blink.

And then: “So it is vampires.”

His jaw drops. “I didn’t say that!”

You smirk. “You didn’t have to.”

You have him fuming, but also kind of bothered. And Sam isn't sure it's hate or something else.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Heyyyyy gator, idk if you're an invincible show only but if you know anything about him I'd love some Sinister Mark x reader HCs he's my favorite freak (iykyk)

Sinister Mark Grayson x male reader 

Headcanons 

I love sinister Mark, hes a fuckass weirdo. I wanna keep him in my pocket in a jar so i can shake him. Cannibalism as a metaphor for love? No. Actual cannibalism as a symbol of love. All the alt Marks matter so much to me, I wanna love them all... 

TW for blood, mentions of cannibalism, sinister Mark stuff.

I honestly do not think you could have anything like a healthy relationship with Sinister Mark. Either, you are his pet that he tortures and owns, not loves. Or you are just as strong as him, or stronger, and you are both monsters. 

That, or its one of those situations where you are stronger than him, chill, and keep him in check like someone with a muzzled dog. All “he don't bite” after Mark just ripped someone in half. 

I think this version of Mark would struggle to outright love somebody. Being so morbid also means you have some disconnect with your emotions, especially healthy ones. 

It might just start out as possession and obsession. He would see you and decide you are interesting, his property. Or you are someone strong enough to be his rival, or to pose a challenge, so he wouldn't leave you alone. 

Maybe, it can evolve into love, but it would still be a very twisted and uncomfortable version of love.  

Sinister Mark is the type of guy who would hurt you, sometimes on accident, sometimes not. If things don't go his way, it wouldn't be beyond him to harm you, or try. 

If you are someone stronger than him, then he would still try, since trying to overpower you is something that intrigues him.  

I couldn't see sinister Mark being soft and caring the same way normal Mark is. He might have his moments where he just wants to be held or would even kiss you and pet your hair. But they are rare and far between. Especially after the whole stranded situation. 

If he survives the whole invincible war arc, and comes back to you in some way, then he would be even more cracked than you are used too. 

I don't really think a guy like him can go to therapy, so the closest he can get is you, and major part of him doesn't want to appear weak in front of you, which results in him being even more unpredictable. 

If you are stronger then him, or just as strong as him anyways, you might need to actually beat some sense into him. You can't get him to be like normal Mark, never, but you can at least get him to calm down a little and listen. 

This is also just a headcanon I have for all versions of Mark, but I think one of the greatest ways to calm him is to pull him against your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat. 

I don't believe that Viltrumites purr like I do kryptonians. And I don't think the heart has any special meaning amongst their people. I just think Mark likes to know you are alive and has memorized how your heart sounds. 

Did you guys know some people have a kink for heart beats? Yeah. I think this Mark has that, and not just yours. I can see him being a lil freak, ripping peoples beating hearts out because it gets him hot and bothered. 

Sinister mark would use murder and cannibalism as foreplay. If you eat people too, then he's panting and running (flying?) in circles like an excited puppy. He would try to lick your mouth and face, to lap up all the blood and gore mixed with your spit. 

Lord have mercy if you have a healing factor that can keep up with him. I think Mark would go crazy, dopey wild and feral smile on his face as he almost starts salivating. 

If it hurts too much, then he's sure there's some kinda drugs that will keep you comfortable so he can take chunks out of you, but keep you aware through it. 

If you have neither of these, I still think this Marks treats your blood and other bodily fluids like ambrosia. Imagine just cutting your finger so he can lick and suck at it when he's behaved himself.  

It just ends up pavloving him to be extra sensitive to the smell of your blood. Like, he would end up able to pick your blood out of hundreds of samples because he's just printed it onto his brain. 

Hes a freak, and I love him. Dating him would be miserable unless you match his freak, or you keep him as a pet. 

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

💖✨ Just a yandere woman CEO obsessed with her adorable assistant <3 ✨💖

[⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Not proofread I just wanted to post something because I miss you guys :3, LESBIANS this is a woman loving woman fic! Reader is portrayed as a female, 🔞 gets a little raunchy 18+ near the end with some kissing and touching but you don’t go too far, yandere, some talk of an affair but not regarding Reader or our lovely Ms. CEO]

Imagine an incredibly strict older woman who has learned to leave love and men in the past. She’s been running this company all on her own for several years now, it’s her life’s work and her pride and joy. She’s married to her work since she wouldn’t want to be married to anything else at the moment. Men only disappoint, so what's the point of even trying to form a relationship with one. After all, she's so well known now that anyone who is trying to form bonds with her now is after her fortune or her estate. A waste of time.

Then, she met you.

You came to her agency one afternoon for a meeting of your boss' company and hers, something about collaborating together to build up the value of both of your stocks. Whatever, it wasn't like she needed extra cash in her pocket, but she was willing to listen if he proved to be entertaining.

Though she wasn't really looking forward to creating a partnership with the obviously money-hungry man, her eyes widened when he brought you into the room after their introductions. You were his assistant at the time, and he made sure to get good use out of you. She could tell he ran you ragged from hell and back. You slouched a little and you looked quite uncomfortable in the scarlet red stiletto heels he no doubt required you to wear. However, through the exhaustion, she could see your bright eyes, gorgeous smile, and beauty beyond it all. It was more than beauty though. She felt like she'd seen you before in a dream, like she's known you for a lifetime and more. You're so familiar, yet she knowns she's never met you before.

Despicable. To force such a stunning woman such as yourself run ragged around the town. She could provide so much better for you, she would make you see that.

During the meeting all she could do was stare at you. How you fixed your hair back out of your face as you wrote notes on your laptop, how you answered you boss' questions with hesitancy and a sort of weak tone. She wanted to snap his head off when he barked at you to speak up and "show some respect for your employer". Yet he acted like the perfect, charming gentleman towards herself. She couldn't take this anymore. She called a 15 minute break and said she needed a moment to think over his "compelling" proposition.

As you walked off, she discreetly trailed behind. You headed to the restroom and she made a point to hang outside by the communal coffeemaker. When you came out, she came up to you with a Styrofoam cup and a gentle smile. Just seeing the way your pretty eyes brighten up at the kind gesture made her heart soar, and the shiver that raced down her spin when your fingers brushed against her made her feel electric.

You two chatted for the remainder of the break, and she strategically dropped the question over you and your boss' situation. She provided her shoulder to cry on as you lamented your woes over you boss, how he's...nice yeah right but he can be a little tough at times. The position pays well enough and it's nice to not have to work in the hot sun all day as your income, but it would be nice to not have to run around the town and retrieve miniscule things as his little lap dog all the time.

She simply slipped you a her card and gave you wink (you couldn't help but notice there was a strange, darker look in her eyes as she scanned you up and down) and told you to stop by whenever you felt the urge, but to look at the back of the card when you head out. As she walked off to go deny that selfish bastard's shit of an idea, you looked down at the card. On paper was a date and time for two days from now right below her name and the address of her agency.

~~~

It had been three months since that fateful day and she couldn't be happier.

She held a private meeting, just the two of you she can't wait to start calling these meetings a date, those two days later. She offered you a position as her personal assistant at her company instead of your current employer. When you thought of declining, she passed a piece of paper over to you that read a number with more zeros than you could process. She said this is what you would make a year with full benefits and plenty of opportunity for growth as it would be the base amount you'd make. It was easily triple your current salary.

With little hesitation, you put in your two weeks with your company, and with a swift call on from her side, you never had to go back to that company to fulfill those two weeks. She said he owed her a favor of some kind and he would repay it through letting you be free she actually found juicy blackmail material of him and one of his employees for a scandalous affair against his wife, but she would never tell you that.

In no time, you begun being her little pet. The job was great at first; she treated you with great respect, patience, and the tasks she gave you weren't even that difficult. It was like a dream come true. Then, it begun to change.

Suddenly, she enforced a dress code policy that felt like it only applied to you. It was mandatory for "all women or female presenting" read just for you workers in her establishment to done pencil skirts, sleek high heels, and a blazer that cut down deep into the cleavage. Don't worry about not meeting the dress code, she'll help you out! When you explained you didn't have many clothes of this variety in your closet, she quickly cleared her day and went on a shopping spree with you. Luxury brands, private fitting rooms, tailors and seamstresses all around took your measurements and were sent off to construct a dozen and more outfits for you to wear in the office. All the while, Ms. CEO sat and watched you model the attire. If the skirt wasn't short enough, she'd direct them to hem a few inches higher. If the cut wasn't deep enough on the blazer, she'd come in close and open the blazer to her desired bust viewing. You couldn't help but heat up tremendously as she worked her way around you, staring at your everything, and touching what felt like all of your intimate parts.

After that was done, she took you to a decadent lunch at a high class restaurant where the waiters and chefs seemingly all knew her by first name. She finished her small portion rather quickly, but she made a point to move her chair next to yours and chat beside you. You felt uncomfortable with her being so close and not eating, but she insisted you continue your food, saying she liked to watch you eat as the expressions you made at the exquisite food filled her more than any other meal could. She kept it to herself that it was mostly because it fueled her desire to know that she could provide for you. To feed you and clothe you. It was paradise to finally have someone to spoil.

At the end of the day, she took you back to your home in her private limo with her driver at the helm. She walked you to your front door, thanked you for indulging her and for such a wonderful day, and bid you a good night. She kissed the back of your hand, leaving behind a bloody red mark of a lipstick kiss as she marked you as hers. Her cute little assistant. She couldn't wait to make you her wife, and that joy carried her home the entire drive home.

~~~

One last idea: Our lovely Ms. CEO needs to attend a super ritzy, widely news pressed, gala of some sort, but she needs a partner to go with her! Everyone else is bringing a date, she'd be mortified she's could care less what the press thinks to be sent alone for the seventh year in a row.

So, she asks you to go with her as her sexy arm candy date. You reluctantly agree since you're just that nice and would hate her to feel humiliated going alone. :((

She's got you right where she wants you, darling~

So, you two go. She picks you up the day before, takes you to get a custom dress made personally for you. Skimpy and tight for her to eye fuck you and devour you all night, but still classy enough that you'll be the most elegant person attending.

You two walk in with the interviewers dotted around going nuts for her showing up with a date this year. You flush and make a point to clarify you aren't dating, but she pulls you along with a scoff at the newscasters.

She pulls you inside, and you two mingle, you never being allowed to stray from her side. She takes you over to the fancy bar, and loads you up with drink after drink, saying she wants you to enjoy the evening and have fun. However, with every drink she pushes on you, you realize too late that she's hardly even nursed the first drink she got an hour ago. You feel light headed and are no doubt way past tipsy.

She pulls you off with a grin, coddling you and holding your face, asking if you were alright in a babying tone. After meekly nodding your head, she yanks you over to the dance floor. She pulls you in close, and since she's at least a head taller than you, she makes sure that you rest your head on her breast. She sways you back and forth on your wobbling knees and you feel hot. You can feel every part of her body smooshed up against yours.

You whine at her hand gripping your hips as they drift lower to your thighs and ass. She whispers sweet nothings in your ears, pressing her red lipstick-covered lips against your ear when she nibbles.

You can't stop her as she pulls you away from the crowd and back to her limo. Once inside, she's kissing you senseless and maneuvering one of her hands to keep you shoved deep into her open-mouthed kiss. All you can acknowledge is her tongue stroking yours in a sensual curl and her other hand shimmying up the deep slit in your fancy dress to dance her fingers around your cute white panties.

You're starting to wonder if the money is really worth it anymore.

Can you guys tell I have no idea how big companies or money work? Lol, no, this was in no way, shape, or form meant to be a realistic view of how CEOs or big companies run. I just want a sexy dominate woman to adore me obsessively, pay for my wants and my desire for pretty dresses, and screw me senseless til I see stars.

Teehee~! ✨💖

Love,

Kraken 🐙

[writersdrug]

Training for Two

Chapter 5. Back to Square One

Masterlist

Summary: Simon's rapidly growing obsession with you comes to a halt.

Warnings: obsessive behavior, cursing, slight nsfw

The drive back to Simon's house was quiet and dark. Price had turned on the radio, letting classic rock play quietly in the background. He tapped the steering wheel every so often, humming to whatever lyrics he could remember.

Simon sat in the passenger seat, staring at the cars ahead, occasionally glancing at the signs that whizzed by the truck. Each sign that brought him closer to home made him ache. He thought about his bed. He thought about Riley. And, of course, he thought about you. He knew you most likely wouldn't be there - it was after midnight. But he liked to imagine that you'd be waiting there, sitting on his couch with your book and mug of tea, Riley settled next to you, ready to greet him with your smile - the smile that he'd been thinking about in every stolen moment during the mission.

"Alright there, Simon?" Price cut through the silence, dragging Simon back to earth.

He cleared his throat. "Yes sir. Jus' ready to be back."

Price scoffed. He knew Simon didn't consider his house a home. If anything, it was a safe house between missions. "I'm sure Riley will be happy to see you."

"We'll see about that." Simon said with a chuckle. "This dog-sitter might've stolen her from me."

"Nah, she's yours. Been with 'er through it all." Price said as he turned into Simon's neighborhood. "I'm sure she enjoyed the company, though."

Simon grunted. "Seems like it." He said, remembering the picture you had sent him; the way Riley had cozied up to you, the way she seemed so docile and calm in your presence. He imagined you running your fingers through her fur, the perfect ratio of scratching to gentle pets. He wondered what it would feel like on his scalp...

A shiver ran down his spine. How does one become jealous of their own damn dog? It was ridiculous.

"Speaking of the dog-sitter..." Price said, "Johnny mentioned she's a real-"

"Whatever Johnny told you, you can disregard." Simon grumbled. "I told him not to worry 'bout it."

Price chuckled, which made Simon burn with frustration. "Touchy subject, eh?"

"There's nothing to discuss." He replied bitterly. Quite frankly, he didn't like the picture Soap had managed to paint of him. His entire team thought he was whipped by someone he had barely known. Despite it being entirely true, it was the complete opposite of the image he had built of himself - and he had a reputation to keep.

"Right." Price nodded. Simon could tell he didn't believe him, but as long as he didn't try to pester him anymore about it, Simon would take it as a win.

Price pulled into the driveway, and Simon immediately unbuckled. He reached into the back and grabbed his duffel bag, then yanked his door open and got out.

"Y' know this isn't over." Price said, right before Simon could close the door. "We most likely 'ave a week 'fore we get sent out again. Just don't get too comfortable 'ere."

"Never do." Simon replied, shouldering his bag. "I'll wait for your call."

Price nodded, sending Simon off with a wave. He watched as he closed the passenger door and walked up the path to his house, before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards his own home.

Simon sighed as he fished his keys from his pocket. He heard Riley barking on the other side of the door, and a small smile formed on his face. When he pushed it open, she immediately jumped on him, whining and sniffing him all over. He knew she could smell the others on him, and probably wondered why he didn't bring her this time.

"Hey, girl..." he said, yanking his balaclava off and kneeling down to ruffle her fur. "Sorry I's gone so long. Miss me?"

She stood her front paws on his knees and licked his face, still whining and swinging her tail rapidly.

"Yeah, missed you too." He chuckled. "D'ya have fun? Did she treat you right?"

Riley dropped down to the floor as Simon stood. She turned towards his duffel bag and began sniffing, eyes focused on the fabric as she took in all the new and familiar scents.

Simon sighed. "'Bout time for a proper cuppa." He said, making his way into the kitchen. Despite it nearing one in the morning, it would be a while before he was decompressed enough to fall asleep.

He reached into the cupboard for a mug, ignoring the way his back popped. When he placed the mug down and reached for a teabag, he saw a note on the counter. With a furrowed brow, he picked it up and read it.

Hello Simon!

Hope your deployment was fun good! Riley and I had a blast! She learned how to play dead - if you want to try it, just make sure to give her a biscuit for it (she's only had one today, and she was a bit bitter that I left before giving her a second one). Also, she's had her medicine for the day. I gave her last dose around 9 pm.

Can't wait to spend more time with her, but I'm sure she's happy to see her dad! Let me know when you need me next!

Have a nice evening!

P.S. I had to use your washing machine, I hope that was alright. I got a bit muddy trying to teach her the new trick.

He stared at the note for a good amount of time. His eyes wandered over your meticulously neat handwriting. He noticed how often you liked to use exclamation points - the same way you did in your texts and emails. It made him annoyed - but not with you. He was annoyed that he found it... adorable. He shouldn't. You were too bright and happy; your personality should burn him, not warm him up.

He tried to brush it off, blaming his obervant behaviour on the recent mission. Old habits die hard, he lied to himself.

"Riley, c'mere."

Upon hearing her name, Riley meandered into the kitchen and stopped in front of Simon. She sat on her hind legs and looked at him expectantly.

He looked back at her - he felt a bit silly, commanding a retired veteran dog to do simple party tricks. But, it sounded like you put a lot of effort into teaching her this - not to mention, you had somehow dirtied your clothes over it - so he decided to entertain the idea.

"Play dead." He said firmly.

Riley immediately flopped down onto her back, sticking her paws into the air. She even let her tongue hang out of her mouth to really sell the image.

He felt an immediate rush of pride. "Atta girl..." he praised, kneeling down and patting her affectionately. Despite all the annoyance he felt a moment ago, Simon couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

She twisted and sat up, snuffling and groaning as he rubbed her fur. She barked once, sharp and demanding.

"Yeah, yeah- suppose you deserve a biscuit, huh?" He stood up and grabbed the box of peanut butter and bacon treats, fishing one out and tossing it to Riley. She caught it perfectly, crunching it with an open mouth and licking her lips afterwards.

He watched her with a smile, his arms folded over his chest. Sure, tricks were dumb, something only glorified house pets did for small rewards. But he was impressed that Riley had so effortlessly followed a new command, especially after being out of work for so long. And he was warmed by the fact that, not only did you watch her, but you engaged with her. He was confident he'd found the perfect pet-sitter.

After starting a load of laundry, Simon had taken a cold shower. He scrubbed his eyeblack off with nothing but his hands and the generic body wash from the corner store. He slathered some of his 3-in-one hair gel into his scalp, giving it no more than seven scrubs before rinsing it out. He stood there for a while, letting the water beat against his sore back as the details of the previous mission swarmed throughout his head. He picked apart what he could have done better, what had nearly gotten him killed, and what had probably saved his life.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the tub; there was a cluster of travel-sized bottles, labeled "face wash", "body butter", and so forth. He let himself imagine - who was he kidding, he had no control over his thoughts when it came to you - your body, standing under the stream of the shower. You probably liked hot showers, didn't you? You most likely stayed in there for an hour, going through your meticulous routine, lathering yourself in scented soaps and creams... you'd be appalled if you had seen the three-minute showers he takes, wouldn't you? Maybe you would pull him into your routine, once Simon did eventually get the balls to ask you out, despite how much the thought of being romantic with someone made him scoff. He'd let you wash his face, or shave his balls, or do whatever it is you would do to him.

He suddenly snapped out of his trance, realizing he was holding one of the bottles labeled "conditioner". His thumb was on the edge of the cap, ready to flip it open and take a whiff of the scent - but he quickly stopped himself. He put the bottle back with the rest, then splashed cold water over his face. Quit being a fuckin' creep... he thought.

After turning the shower off and drying himself with a towel, he went into his room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He made his way back into the basement, patting Riley on the back as he passed her by the door. He pulled his laundry out and placed it on top of the washing machine, and opened the dryer. Just as he was getting ready to toss his clothes in, he noticed something hiding in the back of the barrel of the machine.

He reached in and pulled it out - it was your flannel. The same green-and-grey one you'd been wearing during your interview.

He paused for a moment, posture rigid as he held the fabric in the air. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was just a flannel... but it was your flannel. He fought with his muscles, resisting the urge to bring it closer and inhale the scent - he tried to reason with himself. Maybe she used my soap, and it would just smell like my detergent. Nothin' special.

He dropped it on top of the dryer, still wrinkly and warm - but, strangely, that felt too rude. It's a fucking piece of clothing, for Christ's sake... he thought. Not her dead nan. He then attempted to hang it on the rack, but that felt too formal. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with irritation. How something so insignificant was causing him so much turmoil was beyond him.

He ended up bringing it back upstairs. Riley sniffed the fabric as he passed her - she thumped her tail eagerly on the floor as she smelled your scent. Once again, Simon was jealous of the dog being able to act so carefree with you - he knew for sure that if he tried sniffing your flannel, he would be a certified creep. Or, worse yet, he might not care, and wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He tossed it over the back of the couch, planning on forgetting you had ever even worn it. He dropped himself onto the cuhions with a groan. Riley immediately took her place in her bed, just a few feet away from him. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the telly, flicking through the channels until he found some action/drama that caught his interest. He watched it boredly, drowning himself and his thoughts in the drone of the movie.

Suddenly, Riley barked. Simon looked at her - his gaze was met with hers, mouth opening and tail thwapping against the wall.

"Hmm?"

She let out an impatient, garbled sound. She lowered her head to the edge of her bed, still looking at Simon.

He shrugged internally and looked back at the screen. He settled further into the cushions and let his eyes fall shut. He thought about maybe drifting off then and there - the din of the telly might help keep the nightmares at bay...

Riley barked again, making Simon jolt. He snapped his head towards her - she was standing at the foot of the couch, ears back and panting.

"Wha' d'you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

She barked again, shifting her weight from one paw to the other.

"Ya need to go out?" He asked. He stood from his seat, only for Riley to scamper back to her bed and plop down on it. She looked at him expectantly.

Simon huffed. "'M not following." He dropped down to the sofa again. Riley groaned, making a scene of dragging herself out of the bed again and walking over to Simon.

"Now, don't you go 'n start aga-"

She cut him off with a shrill yap.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew it couldn't be time for her medication - you had just given her some at nine. But he was entirely stumped on what she was trying to communicate to him. Was she hungry? She wasn't usually, after she'd had dinner... did she want to play? But... she was acting like she wanted to go to bed.

"What are you on 'bout?" He asked, leaning down to ruffle her fur. She dodged his hand and backed up a bit, yowling out a frustrated sound.

He scoffed. "Fuckin' hell..." he mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. Only one way to fix this, he thought, as he tapped through his contacts, until he landed on yours.

He stared at the picture for a moment, familiarizing himself with the details he had spent so long ogling at: your smile, your damp hair, the curve of your cheekbones, the way you marked your spot in your book with your fingers-

Riley barked again, making Simon scowl.

"A'right- just hush." He ordered, sending her a stern glance as she shuffled back to her bed. He started the call - he felt unusually nervous, his gut twisting as he listened to each ring on the line. Maybe he really was whipped, he thought.

Eventually, the call picked up. His shoulders tensed as he heard shuffling on the other end of the line.

"... m... hello?"

Fuck. You sounded tired- no, you sounded like you were still asleep. He quickly pulled the phone away and checked the time; it was nearly two in the morning. Of course you'd been asleep.

"Uh... hey." He said, mentally cursing himself. "Shit, I, uh... didn't even consider you might be asleep."

"No..." You mumbled - were you even awake at all? "No, iz fine... yeah..."

Simon waited a moment, expecting you to say something else - but you didn't. Eventually, he heard the soft sounds of your breathing again.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Up... 'm up... what's up?"

Simon shifted in his seat, slightly ashamed that he hadn't put two and two together and ended up calling you so late. "Right- jus' a quick-"

Riley barked again, staring at Simon impatiently.

Simon covered the speaker to his phone and sent her a harsh glare. "Oi! 'M workin' on it, hush!"

Your sleepy giggle wafted through the phone and into Simon's ear. "Sweet baby..."

Simon's breath caught in his throat, and he coughed nervously. She means the dog, the fucking dog, you idiot.

"Uh, sorry- jus' got a question for ya."

"Hmm?"

"Well- she's acting a bit funny," he stared at Riley and held a cautioning hand up as she shifted her weight and whined, "she's runnin' around and yellin' at me. Keeps gettin' in 'er bed, then comin' back like- like she wants somethin'. I have no bloody idea. Just wonderin' if she was doin' this with you."

"Oh, yeah..." Simon could hear your smile through the phone, and he desperately tried to push the image of your tired face from his mind. "She wants her blanket."

Simon paused. "She- she's got her blanket."

"No- she wants you to tuck her in."

"She wha' now?"

You laughed again. "You need to tuck her in her bed. She's right under the air vent and she gets cold."

He looked back at Riley. She was now sitting down, mouth closed, as if agreeing with what you said. He scoffed, rising from the couch and shuffling towards her. She slowly thumped her tail as he approached.

"Never 'eard of a dog gettin' tucked in..." he grumbled. He grabbed the felt blanket behind her, swaddling it around her body. She groaned, slowly blinking at him in an appreciative manner.

"Ya spoiled, you hear me?" He said quietly, tucking the blanket in between her and the cushion of the bed. She sighed happily, completely unaware that he was insulting her. She licked his cheek when he bent down close enough, and he grumbled and wiped the spittle away.

You giggled in his ear - Christ, you've got to stop doing that, do you have any idea what it does to him? - as he sat back down on the sofa. "All better?" You asked.

"Seems t' be-" he replied, watching Riley as she settled into her cocoon, "ya turnin' her into a princess."

"Well, she is one." You quickly replied - Simon could hear you stretching your limbs, followed by a long exhale.

He wanted to talk to you all night. Hearing you prattle on was like a balm to his jagged mind. But he knew he couldn't. You were half asleep, after all.

"Well, tha's all I needed- oh, and you, uh..." he grabbed your flannel off the back of the sofa. "Y' left your flannel here."

"I did?"

"Yeah. The green one."

"Oh, bullocks, I knew I-"

"Who are you talking to at this hour?"

Simon felt his heart stop when he heard the other voice. It had hit him like a train, flooding his veins with adrenaline. His brain went into overdrive, thinking of the worst possible scenario. Break in? Crazy stalker? Murderous ex? "Y' aright, love?"

"Simon." You said, and he couldn't tell if you were talking to him or someone else. Were you trying to warn him? To ask for help?

"Talk to me."

"Who the bloody hell is Simon?"

"My client, ya git."

"Oh- sorry love-" Simon heard more shuffling, then a kiss, followed by a grunt from you. He let himself linger in the confusion of what was going on - but, in the back of his mind, he understood it completely.

"Got me right in my bloody eye-"

"Oh, hush."

"Left your flannel at his house."

"My green one?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were using the grey one!"

"Well, I was, Tyler, and then I wanted the green one!"

"That's it - I'm stealin' all ya knickers tomorrow."

You laughed again - this time. The sound nearly shattered Simon. He felt like it was wrong to hear you laugh so sweetly.

"Well, uh-" he was speaking before he even realized it. "You can pick it up- or I'll drop it off- or, uh, I can drop it- I mean, I'll-"

"You can shove it in the closet until next time, if that's alright?" You said, yawning shortly after.

Simon paused. He needed to get it together. "Yea, that'll work. I'll let you go then - sorry to call so late."

"It's fine, really. But let me know when you'll need me again, ok?"

"'Course I will. I'll send you an email, as usual."

You scoffed. "I know you said we should only text for emergencies, but you can text me if it's something small, Simon."

"Right, will do. I'll text you."

"Is everything ok?"

"It's fine. You should sleep. I'll talk later."

"Ok. Goodnight, Simon."

"G'bye."

He ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment, until your contact photo faded away. He leaned his head back and sighed. His thoughts suddenly came rushing back - except this time, they were about you. How he should have expected you to have a partner. How could you not? You were so bright and bubbly, of course you'd be snatched up. He felt stupid for thinking you'd be single. Maybe this whole idea of you falling for him was stupid. Maybe this was better - he was saved from rejection, even if this situation stung painfully within his chest.

Whatever. Hopefully, your personality would finally drive him over the edge of annoyance and anger, and you'd be more of a nuisance to him. That'd be the easiest way you could let him down.

He looked at the flannel in his lap. It's not even hers. He thought. He crumpled the fabric into his hand and flung it behind him.

Riley's head snapped up at the movement, and she floundered out of her bed, chasing after the flannel.

"Riley, no- don't-" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard her scuffling across the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he heard her come trotting back, before she stopped at the edge of the couch.

She whined and tilted her head. Simon opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That's not even hers, ya ninny." He said. He looked away and turned up the telly, hoping that everything in his head would just disappear into the back of his mind.

Riley stepped around Simon's feet as she carried the flannel in her mouth. She then hopped onto the couch and settled next to Simon, depositing the (now damp) clothing onto his lap. He grunted as she laid her head down on his leg, whining and flattening her ears. She looked up at him with curious eyes, slowly thumping her tail on the cushion.

He exhaled through his nose. He stared at the flannel, then back at Riley. "Ya really like her, eh?"

She licked her lips and blinked, sighing through her nose.

He chuckled, patting her side and looking at the ceiling. "I know. I do too." He closed his eyes.

"We'll be alright, girl."

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HELLOOO idk if ur requests are on rn so take ur time with this request and get to it at ur own time but i was wondering if u could make a short one shot fic abt reader who is in a relationship with katsuki and is at home while he's out in patrol and she sees his location with life 360 and sees that he's beside some sort of restaurant or supermarket so she texts him smth like

i see ur beside the ramen place i like can u buy dinner tonight 😊

AND THEN KATSUKI IS JUST 🤬🤬🤬 WTF HOW DO U KNOW WHERE I AM ARE U OUTSIDE RN

all lighthearted and funny :))

THANK UUU SO MUCHH 💞💞

LMFAOOOO thjs js so funny😭😭😭 tysm for this ask i hope i did it some justice :33 hope you’re still stickin around to read it anon ! Short lil drabble, much luv xx

“since you’re by that ramen place i like you can get some for dinner 💋💕”

“ ? what the fuck”

“where are you.”

“?”

before you can send another text message, your phone lights up with your boyfriend’s caller id, you giggle.

“hi, baby.”

“where the fuck are you at ?”

you snort, readjusting on your sofa “what are you talking about ?” you ask teasingly.

you catch the sound of people talking as you hear katsuki grumbling to himself “i don’t see you.”

you giggle, kicking your legs a little “and why would you need to see me ?”

katsuki groans, already exasperated and growing more and more impatient, you’re surprised he hasn’t started cursing your entire bloodline yet “quit it with that mysterious bullshit, how do you know where i’m at.”

and just to mess with him, you respond “i see you.”

it’s quiet on his end for a moment, aside from the chatter on the street “yn. i’ll fucking kill you.” you throw your head back and laugh “once i find you, you’re done for. your ass is grass.”

“i like it when you talk dirty to me.” you joke, he scoffs hard on the other end “freak.” you hear him mumble, you giggle some more.

“i’m at home, just saw your location and decided to ask you to get me some food.”

“get you some food.” he bites, scoffing in disbelief.

“us, get us some food. pretty please, suki ?” you use your sweetest voice, maybe he might even be able to imagine your puppy dog eyes through the phone.

he laughs sarcastically “right. what makes you think you deserve to get anything after that little stunt you pulled, huh ?”

you pout, whining so he knows you are “i was just kidding, was jus’ a little jokey-joke.” you can’t help but tease him a bit more.

“yeah, my ass.” you snort loudly, laughing and the huff he lets out clearly lets you know he’s not amused, you can see him rolling his eyes at your antics.

“we’ll see.” is the answer he graces you with. you squeal, cus you know that means you won. katsuki is quick to remind you he didn’t say yes, but you already know his mind’s been made.

“i’m surprised you didn’t ask me why i have your location on my phone.” you hum.

katsuki sounds utterly confused by your question when he responds “why would i give a shit about that ? s’not like i get somethin’ to hide. don’t care if you know where i’m at.” he responds simply.

“sides, i know how obsessed you are with me, so—”

“i’m hanging up now, katsuki. get me my ramen. toodles.” your bitter tone makes him laugh, and just to piss you off some more he adds in a honeyed sweet “see you later, babe. love ya.” before he hangs up. you huff shaking your head. a text pings and you swipe up to check it, it’s from katsuki again.

“i’m not getting you shit btw.”

he does indeed come back with ramen.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

I would like your opinion on something! So for the chain by themselves, we know at least some of them (cough cough Time and Twilight cough cough) are family oriented and want to have their own with kids, right? And even more so for yandere chain. Because a baby would just bind you guys together even more, right? But like… what if darling can’t/wont have kids?

I was writing when that thought occurred to me. I was trying my hand at yandere stuff myself. My OC has severe trauma related to pregnancy that ended in the death of her only child. So she turned off her ability to conceive (magic~) and made the decision to never have another child. (I’d like to say that she’s an amazing aunt/godmother tho.)

So yeah, from the yandere Chains pov… how would they react to their darling not wanting/can’t have children? Especially if it was trauma related?

AHHH OMG TOTALLY!! This is actually a really cool concept and I got almost a little too into it with the whole yandere dynamic. It’s been so long since i’ve made any yan! content, so I hope it’s good by you :]

Synopsis: Yan!Chain’s darling doesn’t want kids and they all deal with this in their own varying *totally* normal ways.

warnings n’ such: Cringe links, Yandere, mentions of murder, light baby trapping, use of trauma as ammo, potentially disturbing content

You see, the best thing about Yanderes is that their top priority is and always will be their darling. You want steak for dinner? He’ll kill the cattle. You want a house? He’ll fell the trees, cut the lumber, build you a house that they know all the hiding spots. You want a family? You’ll have however many kiddos you want running around, giggling as they weave through your feet.

Of course, naturally, the family life is what most Yanderes want because it gives them control. It gives them an opportunity to show how good they are. To flaunt their happy family to the world, to obsess over being the perfect lover and parent, to show you just how good they are.

And You can’t exactly leave (at least not easily) once you have a family. And especially not when everyone knows you’re the lucky spouse to the hero.

So flipping this dynamic to where this isn’t the case definitely complicates things a little. I see things splitting in a few ways depending on what their darling is comfortable with… at least with some varying degrees (given that some yan!links are bound to be more controlling than others) Still, at the end of the cycle, it’s your word that they hang onto as gospel

Pseudo adoption

(Twilight, Sky, Time, Legend, Warriors, Courage, Koridai, Mayybe Four)

This would ideally be in the situation where their lover is either healed from their trauma to the point they’re comfortable being close with children. This is either being the village babysitters, or just flat out picking up a child off the side of the road to, *ahem*, “foster” until they find a home. (Yeah that child is not leaving.)

The whole idea behind this one is more for the yandere’s own self assurance that he is of service to and close to you. He is the image of a doting husband and father, waiting at your beck and call, hand and foot, every syllable of every word, to make sure that you are content and not leaving. It’s more for himself and for the perception of being your one and only rather than actual care for whatever it is you’re looking after.

Maybe, in some fucked up way, he doesn’t care as much because the kiddos aren’t his, and doesn’t have that same weight tying you down. But that’s depending on just how dark we’re making our yanderes.

I’m really extreme, fixated cases, I can imagine them going off the rails and flat out killing the parents of some child you felt close with so he could swoop in and have a perfect happy family. I only really see this for Twilight and Time, though, and maybe Sky if he’s at his limit.

Fur babies

(Wild, Legend, Sky, Time, Twilight, Maybe Hyrule)

As the name implies, you are now the owner of several dogs/cats/birds/snakes/lizards/horsies/ordonian goats. Slightly different than lightly kidnapping children, this one is a little more involved than simply babysitting. Where the last solution focuses more on the yandere’s own need to prove his worth to you and the perceived family to others— this is more in alignment with him trying to actually foster a family relationship in some sort of way.

He can’t raise a child, but you both to love and care for some amount and form of animal, and you bet your ASS that pet will be the best cared for. Pampered. Best food, brushed daily, best bedding, all the pets, you name it. Vicariously, that pet will become the closest thing to a child you can effectively think of to fill any voids left behind in his heart.

He’s also not naïve to the fact that a pet is something you’re emotionally attached to, and thus has value.

It makes you happy, it keeps you around, and it makes you a team.

An animal makes it harder for you to leave.

And on top of that, the idea that it’s valuable because of your attachment to it opens the door to the idea which that pet also doesn’t matter to the yandere in question. He only keeps it around because it amuses you, even if he doesn’t see why. Afterall, he only loves his Darling.

But again, that’s darker au and stuff you take as you please.

Perfectly happy having you to themselves

(Hyrule, Legend, Wild, Four, Warriors, Courage, Koridai, Maybe Time)

I personally left this to the most possessive of the yanderes or the ones who I would imagine wouldn’t want kids to begin with. This has varying levels of toxicity.

On one hand, he’s perfectly happy keeping you to himself. Sure, some kids for the sake of convenience or closeness wouldn’t hurt, but this is fine too. You probably won’t be able to work through the trauma (if there’s trauma, there doesn’t have to be) that led you to no longer wanting children, as your obsessive doting husband gushes about how glad he is that it’s just you and him. Guilt is the name of the game. He wants you to himself. And he sure as hell ain’t sharing if he doesn’t have to.

(Hyrule, Four, Courage, Koridai)

And for those who didn’t really want kids to begin with, things are certainly much tamer. You might actually have a chance to work though your trauma (if any). And if, later down the line, you decide that maybe you want kiddos, congratulations, he’ll probably do a full 180 on the no kids.

The only real risk with this is that the longer and less careful you are with him, the more likely he is to switch to possessive type. And in THAT case, i’m sorry. I truly am. If you confided in him your trauma, that is absolutely ammo. And he will 100% bring up the ‘dream’ you’d built together of growing old just the two of you.

Basically, there’s a chance he’ll become the former, just so much worse and so much more overbearing.

(Legend, Warriors, Wild, Four)

[snail-day]

SNAIL, MY FAVORITE TUMBLR CREATOR, THE REASON I BREATHE—SOMETHING SOMETHING BLAH BLAH. How do you think yandere JJK men would react if the reader cheated?

Lowkey, I’ve been watching #ihatemybf vids on TikTok, and when I tell you I’ve LITERALLY BEEN CRYINGGGG—THEY’RE SO FUNNY. And I’ve also been so annoyed at the fact that any time I search “JJK angst,” on tumblr It’s always us getting hurt… 😪😪😪 Like yeah, I guess we can’t avoid that if they’re a yandere, we’re obviously gonna get hurt somehow in the end, BUT STILL, I WANT THEIR BITCH ASSES TORN UP.

Like, imagine Satoru—the most handsome man ever, basically everything you want in a man—beautiful, strong, loyal, smart, just everythinggggg… but he gets cheated on. LMFAOOO, THIS SHIT IS KILLING ME.

(This lowk might just be projection, tbh.)

(FUCK MY EX.)

(MEN AIN’T SHIT!!!)

Also, I hope you’ve been eating and doing well! Remember, it’s totally fine to feel unmotivated or just not in the mood to write💞💞💞💞

Alright babygirl where the FUCK did you find that photo because its...UGH. Thanks I hate it. ALSO SORRY ABOUT YOUR MANS, men aint shit :( Gotta leash them up or something to stop them from acting like dogs.

Anyways do you like have a death wish...or something? Cheating on your yandere? YEESH. Okay, I had to really think this one out because they're psycho as is but when you have the audacity to cheat on someone who's madly in love with you...well you're not going to drive them away.

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna. (I couldn't imagine you getting the chance to sleep with anyone else with Nanami around...I think you'd just become either his child or his pet no in-between)

TW: Yandere behaviors. Death. Cruel and unusual punishment (knife play, blood/cum play). Suguru and Sukuna is a ...gore fest and a little fucked but what did you expect. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat MDNI

Gojo Satoru (You really did it this time.)

At first, he doesn’t believe it. You? His darling? His precious, delicate love? Cheating? That doesn’t make sense. It’s absurd - ludicrous even. You adore him. You belong to him. Every fiber of your being should be his and his alone.

However, the proof is undeniable. Overwhelming. Disgusting. Suffocatingly enough, you didn’t even have the audacity to use a condom, didn’t even attempt to mask your betrayal. The sheer audacity - the filthiness of it - hits him deeper than any wound ever could, slicing through his heart like jagged glass.

For the first time in his life, Satoru feels like a fool. A pathetic, naïve fool. Like everyone else, you used him. Just another disposable plaything for your own amusement. He thought you cherished him, wanted him for who he was - not his power, not his name, not his abilities, but him. Just him. But no. In the end, you were nothing more than a lying, deceitful, backstabbing wretch - just like the rest.

So why should he treat you any differently?

The next time you wake up, the world feels smaller. Suffocatingly tiny. An eerie, hollow void of nothingness. The warmth of comfort - gone. The furniture? Stripped away, leaving nothing but the cold, unwelcoming embrace of hardwood beneath you. The windows? Sealed, bolted shut like a prison cell. The doors? Locked, impenetrable. And your ankles - bound in thick, heavy chains, the metal digging cruelly into your fragile skin, bolted so firmly into the ground that there’s no mistaking it - you are never leaving.

You could scream. You could cry, plead, sob until your throat is raw and your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper - but it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter. Satoru doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t look at you the same way. The love - the insatiable adoration, the playful obsession - has vanished. What remains is something chilling. Hollow. Empty. Like you don’t even exist.

He barely acknowledges you. A ghost of a man you once knew, now a distant shadow that lingers just to keep you confined. He comes and goes as he pleases, leaving you to fester in your isolation. When he does speak, his voice is nothing more than an arctic whisper - cold, detached, indifferent. You’re lucky if he feeds you more than a single meal a day. He used to dote on you, spoil you, worship you. Now? You aren’t even worth his time.

At first, you think this is a punishment. A cruel, twisted lesson meant to make you break - to make you grovel, weep, and beg for his forgiveness.

But then, days turn into weeks.

And you realize - this isn’t a punishment.

This is abandonment.

He isn’t torturing you. Not physically. He doesn’t starve you to death, doesn’t strike you, doesn’t lay a single hand on you - not even to hurt you. He won’t. You could beg him - plead for something, anything, a reaction, a slap, a violent scream - but he won’t give you the satisfaction.

Because you are nothing now.

And yet, he will never let you go. Never set you free. No one else will ever have you. You will remain his - not because he loves you anymore, but because he refuses to let anyone else touch what was once his. Even in this desolation, even in this silent, torturous existence - he still owns you. Forever.

Geto Suguru (Oh god. Oh no. Oh yes?)

Yeah, he’s not going to kill you. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting off easy. Not even close. You made the most unforgivable, brainless mistake of your life - fucking one of his disciples. In his temple. On sacred ground.

He lets you finish, of course - because he’s generous like that. Magnanimous, even. Standing there, watching, arms lazily crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable except for that maddening smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. A smug smirk, like he’s already decided your fate, like this is nothing more than mild amusement to him.

He watches the poor bastard rut into you, completely oblivious to the way death lingers inches away, waiting, hungry. Fucking you like he’s not moments away from the most gruesome, agonizing end imaginable.

And then, just as you're coming down from the dizzying high of your climax - just as your breath shudders, body quivering - his curse strikes.

Teeth sink in, and the man inside you doesn’t even get to scream. His head is torn clean off mid-thrust, the sound of crunching bone and ripping flesh slicing through the air like a grotesque symphony. Hot, sticky blood erupts, painting your skin, spraying across the altar, dripping from the walls in thick, warm rivulets. The body collapses on top of you, weight heavy, suffocating. Cock still buried deep, still twitching, still spilling into you even in death.

And Suguru?

He doesn’t say a single word.

No anger. No shouting. No theatrics. Just cold, effortless dominance.

His fingers curl into the nape of your neck, iron-tight, unyielding, forcing your face down - straight into the mess. Into the warm, viscous pool of blood and cum, the sickening mixture coating your lips, your cheeks, seeping into your skin.

Like a misbehaving puppy who pissed on the floor.

The message is clear without him needing to say a thing. This is your doing. You caused this carnage, tainted his temple, dirtied yourself beyond salvation. And now? You’re going to live with it. Marinate in it. If you’re lucky (and you aren’t), your only punishment will be licking up every last drop.

Because he’s so sweet for not killing you, right?

Ryomen Sukuna (You really must have a death-wish)

Sukuna doesn’t just kill the pathetic bastard who dared to touch what belongs to him. No, that would be too kind. Too merciful. Instead, he annihilates them.

Flesh peels from bone in gruesome ribbons, sinew snapping like fragile threads. Blood erupts in violent bursts, splattering across the walls in grotesque, abstract strokes - an unholy masterpiece painted in suffering. The air is thick with the stench of iron, of death, of ruin. By the time he’s done, there’s nothing left of them but a mangled heap of unrecognizable gore, twisted beyond comprehension. Not a man. Not even a corpse. Just chunks of flesh strewn about like discarded meat.

And yet, his fury still burns. Still festers, ravenous, insatiable.

Because the real problem - the true betrayal - is still alive.

You.

His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking you forward with the brutal ease of someone dragging along a disobedient pet. Your scalp burns, your neck twists at an unnatural angle as you stumble after him, barely able to keep up. The doors to his domain slam shut behind you, the echo ringing like a death knell. A final, inescapable sentence.

By the time he throws you to the cold, unforgiving stone floor, your body is trembling. Trembling from fear. From exhaustion. From the soul-crushing realization that there is no escape. No salvation.

Sukuna looms above you, his presence suffocating, oppressive. His gaze - deep, dark, unreadable - bears down on you with something caught between cruel amusement and pure, unrelenting fury. The kind of fury that doesn’t fade. That doesn’t forgive.

Then, he speaks.

"Spread your legs."

The command is low, almost teasing, his lips curling into something resembling a smile. But it’s not warmth - it’s mockery. Amusement. As if this is all some sick, twisted game, a test you’re already failing. You're not fucking yourself out of this one.

You hesitate.

Big mistake.

Before you can react, he’s on you. There’s no warning, no hesitation - just raw, unfiltered force. Fabric tears like paper beneath his claws, your clothes shredded apart as if they were never meant to shield you in the first place. A gasp rips from your throat as he forces you down, pins you beneath him like a predator securing its kill. His fingers grip your thighs, prying them apart, firm, unyielding. You are nothing more than a thing to be owned, to be branded, to be ruined.

His smirk widens at the sheer terror on your face.

"Now, now," he croons, dragging sharp claws down the softness of your belly, trailing lower, lower - stopping just above the most sacred part of you. Hovering over the vulnerable flesh of your lower abdomen. The place only he should have ever touched.

His other hand moves with a terrifying slowness, fingers wrapping around the worn handle of a blade. Dull. Rusted. Not sharp enough for a clean cut - because why would you deserve a sharp one?

Your heart stops.

He sees it. Feels it. Loves it.

"You want to whore yourself out?" he muses, voice dripping with mockery as he presses the frigid steel just below your navel. Just above where your body still trembles from the remnants of the defilement. "Then let’s make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to."

Then - he carves.

Letter by letter, he slices his name into your flesh, slow and deliberate. R Y O M E N S U K U N A. The jagged edges of the blade drag through your skin, splitting it open, ensuring the wound will never heal cleanly. Ensuring the scar will never fade. The pain is excruciating - white-hot, blinding - searing through your senses like a burning brand. Your body writhes, your screams echo through the chamber, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t waver.

He drinks in every sound. Every sob, every whimper, every desperate tremor of your form beneath him. By the time he’s finished, blood weeps down between your thighs, pooling beneath you like a sacrificial offering.

His gaze softens - not with kindness, but with satisfaction. Admiration.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, running a clawed finger over the fresh, raw wound, smearing the crimson letters like a painter admiring his own work. Then, just to be cruel - because of course he is - he leans down. His tongue, warm and sinfully long, drags over the fresh wound, lapping up the blood, savoring it.

You shudder between sobs, body caught between agony and humiliation.

"Try to spread your legs for another man now, pet." His voice drops into something dark, guttural. A growl laced with venom. "See what happens."

For a moment, you think it’s over. You think - maybe - he’s done with you.

"Run."

Your breath hitches. Your entire body stiffens.

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, with insatiable cruelty.

"Run," he repeats, slower this time, drawing the blood from his fingers with a lazy flick of his tongue. "And if I catch you… well."

The smirk stretches - sharp, monstrous.

"We’ll see if I let you live or not."

The air is thick. Suffocating. Your pulse thrums in your ears, heart hammering so violently it threatens to burst from your chest.

You know what you should do.

The only question is, will you make it?

[rebeltigera]

Absolutely obsessed with V!Wukong and Blind!Macaque.

I have questions, overall comments and some hypothesized things. (Feel free to ignore or not answer all of them, but the ADHD has kicked in and I gotta splurge because YES)

OKAY! So;

You’ve mentioned in the past that B!Macaque is terrified of Wukong because of what was done to him, PTSD is a bitch. How would V!Wukong get around this to show that, to Mac, he’s not a threat?

* My first thought was, oh! He could start leaving his things around that smell like him so Macaque gets used to his smell, but that seemed more like training a dog, so probably not. But maybe?

Would V! Wukong try and steal Macaque some new eyes that work or an elixir that could heal his sight? Is it possible for his sight to even be healed at this point? Is that something Macaque would even want?

Once some time has passed and Macaque got more comfortable with this Wukong, would Macaque show his growing trust for V!Wukong by grooming his fur? Or allowing V!Wukong to groom him?

How would they show their growing intimately outside of… well, physical affection? Would they feed one another? Pick out clothes they know the other likes? Little things unique to them.

Would V!Wukong ever tell B!Macaque about his macaque? And if he did, how long would it take him to open up? Same scenario with Macaque, how long would it take him to open up?

I like to imagine that the word “Destiny” is a forbidden word for both of them. Neither of them like hearing it. Good way to get V!Wikong to start growling.

Your B!Macaque is so beautiful, he reminds me of a delicate crystal flower, I like to imagine V!Wukong is scared to touch him for a while because he’s afraid he’ll break him further.

V!Wukong violently protecting B!Macaque is something that just makes my heart happy for some reason, and B!Macaque gently cleaning up and healing him afterwards even though V!Wukong is the last person who’d ever need healing is such a tender vision in my mind.

Okay, I believe that’s the end of my rambling. I can’t think of anything else at the moment. I hope you have a wonderful day!

THE TISM HAS TISMED AAAA LOVE IT-

IDK why y'all decided that this ship is interesting after like - one art sksksmssm

But alr

... Oh boy the first one -

To be honest? I Don't know, maybe it would be his charm, the little things he'd do , or that he'd rescue Mac from falling into his own shadows. I didn't ever thought much about it

Mac wouldn't notice him at first . His heartbeat concealed, his power too. Wukong would indeed leave little things around but not in a "find my smell comforting way" . He would do that , move cluttery n dishes to more accessible places. Mac tend to leave them in the sun (to see them through shadows) but once the sun is gone they are gone from his view cuz they don't leave shadow anymore or are concealed by it.

Mac's eyes are not able to heal anymore. However Wukong would find a way to connect in a way their eyes. It wouldn't be permanent thing , just sometimes. See what I see kind of thing

Mac might not want but would need it. Because the last thing he saw was Wukong striking him . And it stuck like super glue.

Wukong might be the one to get a grooming session first. He'd be so confused and scared in a way . Like- he wouldn't expect that and sit obediently like a puppet till Mac would be done . Wukong wouldn't get to touch his fur tho.

Casual Physical affection would be everything to them . Because they both would be reluctant to it at the start .

Wukong wanting to touch but never doing so , Mac starved for it but never asking for it .

So their trust would be shown by it fully .

One thing that I can think of rn is that wuk would wake him up by gentle touches. He relies mostly on his hearing nowadays so it would be nice n comforting.

Whisper when he'd get a feeling Mac would get overwhelmed.

Outside of it , cooking , clothing etc etc - yeah it would happen

About telling him about his task- he wouldn't. Coming to that universe his memories become no more than flashes of the past. He doesn't even know what he searched so long for . He still get flashes of past Mihou and it brings him pang of pain but it'll pass.

For Mac to open up- months? Maybe years . Once he'd realize that V!Wuk is not a threat It would be easier. Wukong got nothing to hide from him so he'd be open like a book.

Mac speaking of destiny

Wukong growling it's bullshit, while hugging him closer

He'd get some pats.

The other moments he might growl more would be in safe heaven called nest, but it's story for a different acc sksksks

Wukong indeed would be scared to hurt him. Those bloodied hands are the one that destroy everything. He wouldn't dare to taint Mac with em. He would have moments when he'd think if he held him too strong he might crush him . Just like that.

The last thing might've happen , but wukong would rather want to keep to himself if he'd ever got hurt or dirty with blood . Mac is too pure.

[a-super-cutie]

Persistence. Obsession. Persistently obsessed.

(Part 8 of 8) NSFW chapter, MDNI, 18+ series

cecil stedman x female!superhero!reader

wc: 2,645

series synopsis: You and Cecil have started seeing each other but your jobs (mostly his) keep interrupting date after date. He clearly thinks this won't work for you, but how many times do you have to tell him how utterly head over heels you are for him?? Well, if telling won't work, maybe showing him will.

Masterlist ~~~ Last Part ~~~ Next Part?

The flight back to Cecil’s apartment was faster this time. You descended the stairs and entered his floor, quickly finding his door again. It was locked and the knob required a regular key. You pulled out the card and tapped it around the door. Nothing happened. You tapped the card on the knob and heard something unlock on the other side. Why did you think this man's home wouldn't have the highest security? You turned the knob and entered.

The apartment lit up. It was small and looked dated like it hadn’t been renovated in over a decades. It had a living room with a couch and a tv on an old wooden furniture set and to the right was a sliding glass door to a metal-railed patio, just big enough to hold a lawn chair and a weathered white cooler.

The kitchen was clean and bare except for a coffee maker and a dirty mug in the sink. You couldn’t help it and decided to give in to your snoopy self. You opened the fridge: takeout; the cabinets: empty except a bowl, a plate, and a cup; drawers: a fork and some tongs; and what looked like a pantry: actually a washing machine and dryer.

Why would he set you up in a nicer place than his own apartment? This place was worse than your old one.

You headed to the bedroom and sat on his bed. It was nice. He splurged on this at least. The sheets were light grey and the covers a light blue and white, slightly quilted. His pillows were thin and matched the bedding. Under the bed was nothing. His closet had all his suits and pants hung up and a drop down storage system holding all his shirts. There was a foldout ironing setup on the other side with his nice shiny shoes lined up on the bottom. There was a fan in the corner facing the window but it had collected a bit of dust. You didn’t open his drawers (you weren’t full psycho), but you did pick up the framed picture.

It was of a dog with a little hanker-chief scarf as a collar. Sweet.

You placed it back down and headed to the bathroom across the hall. It was clean and bare like the kitchen. The shower curtain had… bullet holes?? On the other side was a tub with an all-in-one shampoo bottle with streaks of dried suds around it. You tisked at that and headed back to his room.

You unpacked the cozy sweaters and blanket and set the bag at the foot of the bed for later. “Oh yeah!” You dug out the bath bomb and placed it near the tub. “Just in case,” you winked at it.

You floated through the hall into the living room when a bright light caught your attention. Cecil teleported in by the front door. He locked it and turned to you. He gave you a faint smile. “It’s not much.”

You flew into his arms and hugged him tight. “I’m living the dream!” You pulled away and kissed him. “I can’t believe I’m here!”

He chuckled and headed for his room, undoing his red tie as he walked. “Neither can I,” he threw over his shoulder.

You gave him space and went to the couch. It wasn’t anything fancy but as you settled in, you could imagine cozying up to Cecil here. Antsy and nervous, you giggled to yourself and flew back to the hallway entrance to wait.

“You hungry or tired?” He called out.

Your stomach grumbled. “Mmm, I could be persuaded to midnight munch with you.”

“It’s two.” He came back out in grey sweats and one of the cozy sweaters you brought.

You squealed and rushed him again, hugging him tight. “You are so fuckable right now.” You looked at his flushed face with puppy-dog eyes. “Just saying.”

He looked away quickly and cleared his throat. "Fuckable," he mumbled. “Well good.” He walked away smiling and picked up the oldest piece of machinery you’d ever seen.

“A LAND-LINE? Do people still use these things?” You ogled the thing as Cecil dialed. “I think the last time I held one I talked for hours and hurt my neck and shoulder for a week.”

He ignored you. “The usual, and some garlic wings, and curly fries. Uh, d’you have any salad options? How much extra to pick one up?”

You hovered around him as he spoke on the phone. “Ranch dressing,” you whispered. “Lots.”

He pushed you away and you giggled, swatting at his hand playfully. He gave out a different address than his own. “Just put it in the locker. Use the left one too if it doesn’t all fit.” He hung up.

“I didn’t hear ranch.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the fridge. On the door was a big bottle of ranch. “Imported.”

“Ha! No way! From where?”

“Canada. From a restaurant I like.”

"Pssh, Canada. Does that even count as 'imported'?"

He closed the door and leaned on the counter with his hands in his pockets. “What do you think? What did you gleam from all the snooping you did?”

Your hands flew to cover your mouth. “You bugged your own place?”

He snorted. “No.”

“Then -“

“I guessed and you just confirmed it.” Well, he didn’t seem mad. He slid closer. “We should work on your interrogation skills.”

You touched down and leaned into his chest. “If it means more time with you, gladly.” You sighed and snuggled into him. “You’re heavenly.” You heard his heartbeat quicken at your words and smiled at yourself. Gods, were you in love? Is this what love felt like? You hoped so.

He pushed you back, just enough to tilt your chin up. You hands gripped his sweatshirt. His scent was strong, slight sweat and some strong alcoholic drink lingered heavily even through the clean sweatshirt he wore. It had clearly been a long day for him.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight." His eyes were half lidded and glinted with a reflection of you, doe-eyed and embarrassingly eager. He looked down at you like he was savoring you, embedding this memory of you clinging to him into his mind, saved to be replayed or used, meant to be stitched together with darker fantasies.

You stood entranced by this man. Your hands trembled with fistfuls of his sweatshirt as your thighs pressed together at his promise. Your teeth pulled at your bottom lip and as his hands slid down to your waist you whimpered his name. He was winding you up and he wasn’t even trying.

He leaned his head closer, his hair draping forward like silver curtains shielding you from the outside world, caging you in.

“Cecil,” you begged pathetically.

A sly grin pulled at his lips. “Go cool off,” he ordered. He slipped out from under you, leaving you hot and bothered, and stood next to his door. A green light on the locking mechanism turned on. “Food’s here.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at how desperate you clearly were. Forget obsession, what do you call it when you turn into a pathetic puddle of need from a single glance and a few choice words.

Cecil opened the door and picked up the bags set on his mat. He closed it and gave you a smirk.

Food. Clear your head you’re just going to have dinner with him right now. You cleared your throat and regulated your breathing. “Yum. How'd it end up on your mat?”

~

The food was eaten in silence. Every bite Cecil had taken was done with a self-satisfied smugness at your obvious avoidance of him. Every time you looked at him all you could think about was his words from before. No, not just words. Facts. Promises. A prophecy he would personally fulfill. Your hands trembled with hope.

He had no dining table and there was more food than could fit on either of your laps. You’d eaten on the floor by the couch, next to each other side-by-side. When you had eventually dropped something - your napkin - his hand had darted out between your legs to pick it up for you. You bit your lip as his hand stayed for a second too long to be a coincidence. He’d pulled the napkin away and let his fingers glide over your trembling thigh, a trail of electricity where his skin made contact with yours.

“Dropped this.” He held it out to you.

You took it and swallowed. “Thanks.”

You now helped him clean up. The empty containers were thrown out and you capped his ranch and placed it back in his fridge.

He came up behind you and slid his hands around to your stomach. One traveled upward to cup your left breast while the other slid down. Your breath caught as his fingers pulled at the hem of your skirt. He crouched over you and began kissing at your neck as his fingers ignited a fire in your core. You’d tried so hard to put the embers out during dinner but there was no putting them out now, not with his fingers inching ever higher.

He bit down on your shoulder and you moaned. Your hands flew to his head to tangle in his hair.

His fingers slid over your soaked underwear and spread apart, each finger hooking onto either side of the fabric's edge. He pulled the piece of cloth aside and dipped his fingers between your folds. You melted instantly. You became weightless and Cecil immediately pulled you into him.

You couldn't believe he was finally giving you the relief you so desperately craved. There was no time for embarrassed apologies for already being dripping wet for him, not while he worked you with no hesitations.

Two of his fingers slipped deep inside as his thumb stayed out to rub you delicately. You whimpered and moaned as he did what he wanted to you. His other hand eventually slipped under your shirt and bra to squeeze your burning flesh.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured in your ear. “Is this what you fantasize about? What have you been thinking that made you so ready for me?”

You whimpered. Even if you could respond, the sound of obscene wet squelching was louder than you could possibly muster in your current state. Your mind focused on the feel of his fingers inside you, so good and they were so long.

“Words. Use your words.”

Your eyes rolled back as his thumb pressed into you harder and circled faster. “Cecil!”

“Better,” he breathed. “But not an answer.”

His hand pulled at your nipple as he continued pleasuring you. You opened your thighs wider, letting yourself be used to the fullest extent by him, letting him play with you at his will and whim, knowing there was nothing this man could do that wouldn't have your toes curling and mouth watering with excruciating want. Not once did he ask if you were enjoying his services, your unimpeded sounds of pure bliss being all he needed to know his movements were perfect.

You were moments from climaxing on his hand, your legs trembling as they remained spread for him. You pressed into him, your head rolling back onto his shoulder as he continued.

His lids were half closed, his smile casual and cocky, he wasn’t thrusting his hardness into you, he was in complete control. You were the mess now. You were the one moaning his name and coming undone from a few minutes of his effortless ministrations.

“I asked you a question.”

“You,” you sobbed. “Everything you did on our third date.” His fingers rewarded you with deeper thrusts.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now stay still.”

That wasn’t a problem, you could barely move on your own. His fingers slipped out of you and you protested with sad whines. His hands squeezed your hips reassuringly before leaving your body entirely. He pushed you forward slightly before pulling you back into him.

His hands found your hips again and he lined you up where he wanted you. While one hand pulled your skirt up to your waist the other pulled the thin fabric between your legs further away. You heard strands snap but your mind was quickly distracted when something hard and long pushed its way into your core from behind.

“Oh yes!” You missed the feel of him deep inside you. Since that night you’ve thought about it regularly, almost nightly.

His hands held your waist and kept you on him as you squirmed in anticipation of the hard thrusts he'd done before. His girth filled you how you remembered, but that was all he gave you for now. “Patience.” When you settled he positioned himself how he was before; one hand holding onto your breast while the other began rubbing at you again. Your core squeezed at him with every wave of pleasure and soon his quiet breaths turned to grunts as he throbbed. “I think of you every night,” he admitted.

Your head swarmed with images of him thinking of you late at night, in his bed after a hard day at work, his hand gripping his erection while he moaned your name wishing you were there. That was certainly something you'd have to see one day.

Your head turned to bite his neck, pulling a moan from him. His hips bucked and you hummed with pleasure. He shook his head and took measured breaths, but when you wiggled he pulled you into him quickly, trying to restrict your movements for his sake.

With no other options, you let gravity pull you down, feeling him bottom out and he yelped. His eyes closed and his teeth bit his lip as he tried to stay in control. He wanted more, you could see it in the way he trembled, the way his hands shook. He couldn’t keep still for much longer. He tried to stay leaning on the counter, tried to keep giving off nonchalance and indifference as you came undone but he was already hunching forward, his shoulders already tensing. So so close to breaking.

You rolled your hips slowly.

His breathes came out in pants. He was finally beaten. He shoved your torso forward, bending you nearly ninety degrees, and gripped your hips with a bruising intensity. Your hands reach out to catch yourself but you were pulled back into him before they could touch his fridge. You were speared like helpless prey.

You called out for him and begged him to take you however he pleased.

“Oh, I fucking will.” Cecil began pushing and pulling you off and onto his cock with increasing speed, your walls wrapping and molding around him with delicious ease.

You remained weightless and helpless to his actions. You could barely keep your head up as he rammed you into him over and over. Despite him clearly taking you for his own pleasure, yours was mounting, building and growing, and before you could manage to yell his name once more your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami leaving you in ruins.

Cecil growled your name as his pounding rhythm faltered. He kept you pressed into him as he groaned and curled over your back. Your hands pressed onto the closed fridge to keep your head from hitting the door. Ropes of sticky fluid coated your pulsing walls making you moan his name over and over until you were filled to the brim. After a few raspy breaths from your boyfriend behind you, you were finally released.

You turned around immediately and let your eyes take him in. His hair was a disheveled mess and stuck to his sweaty forehead, his reddened cock throbbed and dripped onto the tile between you, and his sweatpants were halfway down his thighs along with black underwear you hadn’t yet seen on him. He straightened and threw his head back with a satisfied sigh, leaning back onto the counter, his hands gripping the edge to keep upright.

You pressed into him and kissed his neck a million times. His arms wrapped around you and held you tighter than he ever had before.

“Did - was that ok?”

You smiled into his neck and nodded. “That was the hottest, sexiest sex that could ever possibly be achieved.” His neck muffled your words but he still pressed his head into yours as you continued kissing him.

“I could not agree more.” Without setting you down he took you to his bed and climbed over you. He gave you a shy smile that made you swoon. "Am I lame if I say it’s bedtime now?”

“No,” you laughed.

Neither of you bothered to undo the covers, instead he just threw your blanket over the both of you and waited for you to change into your sweatshirt before cuddling into you. He closed his eyes and smiled, knowing you were still gazing at him in wonder. You pushed a stray strand behind his ear and kissed his scarred cheek.

“You know I gave you the keycard permanently, right?” He opened his eye a sliver and snuggled closer.

You jaw had fallen open. “Like… like I can come here every night? Like EVERY night?!”

You felt him smile into your neck. “Mhmm.”

You grinned and curled into him. “You’re going to get so annoyed with me!” You poked him until he grumbled.

“Sleep.”

You nodded and kissed him one last time. “I’ll behave.”

“I’ll make you behave. Every night if I have to.”

You giggled and nodded. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him. He fell asleep with a smile and you knew how genuine it was. Cecil Stedman wanted you in his bed every night. He wanted you in his home. In his life. And you would gladly comply with anything this man asked of you.

Masterlist ~~~ Last Part ~~~ Next Part?

a/n: Hope you enjoyed part eight! Sorry this wasn't posted sooner, I was moving and all my stuff has been packed for days DX This is the final part but there miiiiight be more in the future since I have some ideas :) the next stuff I post will be one shots and maybe a separate series soon after I finish it

[silassinclair]

Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

Masterlist

Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

yandere chan

summary: once again, basically sub yandere chan x dom reader hcs

a/n: there is many stalkerish topics and toxic behaviours in this (so read at your own risk), there is also mentions that could be read as a strap or the real thing-whichever you prefer

i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Did you notice Chan from the very beginning?

probably, yeah.

he made himself very apparent as the shy, cute, guy in a few of your classes. the boy next door typa vibes

you were friends with a bunch of his friends, he was friends with a bunch of your friends, so you knew of him though you never really hung out with him in any type of one-on-one kind of situation

was he completely gorgeous and so very adorable and look so entirely fuckable?

yeah. yeah he did.

but that was just it, you wanted to approach him, ask him out, bring him home at the end of the night

but he seemed too...innocent, too naive, too virgin-y

the golden boy

and you didn't want to corrupt that

you didn't realize how completely wrong you were until later on

completely unaware of the fact that he's had your entire schedule memorized from the get-go

that the reason anyone you've talked to never called you back and avoided you if you saw them again was because of Chan

he isn't the type to ask you out, babyboy's too shy and self-conscious for that,

instead he'll stalk and watch and hope that you'll get the clue soon enough

as he waits he'll probably steal your things, little trinkets, clothing like hoodies and shirts, perhaps some underwear if he's feeling extra confident

but he always feels really bad when he takes those

he has photos upon photos in his camera roll of you. enough to make a folder labelled just your name

most of them are not even remotely sexual,

some of you laughing with your friends-stolen from your friends's instagram account, from your instagram account

some of you smiling widely with your classmates

some that have been group pictures that his friends have sent to him

some of them he's taken himself, secretly snapping a few when you're not aware

he has so many, his own personal collection of just you and as gross as he feels when he does it-he'll look at them and get off

he can't touch himself, never does. he feels too dirty to do that, feels dirty and guilty about the entire situation altogether

but sees you and he just can't help himself

can't help but imagine how good you'd look standing over him, telling him what to do.

making him hump your leg

it so humiliating, so revealing and degrading as you look down at him unimpressed, the disappointment in your eyes making him whimper

you'd pet him too, pushing his hair back

"such a dirty dog; getting off on my leg like you're in heat, you poor thing~"

you'd tease him and make fun of him, bully him until he cums, melting against your leg out of breath

a mess all over your leg

you'd click your tongue at him, rolling your eyes before forcing his head down to lick up his mess

the fantasy gets so intense sometimes he feels like it's really happening

he's so hard and needy, body aching to be touched but too guilty to do it

so his go-to is humping his pillows or his bed. your clothes a victim with either his face buried into the fabric, smelling your perfume or your cologne or your natural scent

or he fucks into the clothing, obsessing over the thought of you catching him in the act

his face flushed, guilt stewing in his gut, eyes locked on yours. even if they're only through the screen of his phone

he begs and begs and begs to the phantom of you, his lust-addled brain conjuring up images, fake realities that aren't real to feed into his delusions that he could be yours.

it's only when you go on a date with someone that he decides he needed to do something

a guy from your class. decently handsome and looked kind of like Chan when you squinted slightly

it would all look the same, really, in the dark of your room as you made him moan under your hands.

the date goes well. but maybe that's because he has an aussie accent and when you look just beside his ear you can pretend it's someone else

you end the night a good note too, kissing him on the cheek and making him promise that you'll go out again sometime

Channie does not like that

he's been watching all night, hatred boiling in his gut, glaring hole into the guy's head, wishing that he'd drop down dead in the middle of the restaurant

he threatens him as soon as you're inside, telling him that he needs to leave you alone or else

spoiler alert: it doesn't work and you go out with him again

and again

Chan doesn't like that. not one bit.

you get upset when you're stood up by him for the first time after only three dates, checking your phone every few seconds as you sit in your apartment, waiting for him to pick you up

he never does

you call him and text him but he doesn't reply

awhile later you see that he blocked you on everything

he never does talk to you again and you wonder why

for the rest of the night you sulk, heading to a nearby bar, having a few drinks until someone taps you on the shoulder

turning around to find Chan smiling sheepishly

asking if you need some company for the night

you accept, eagerly ordering a few more so that he can catch up to you

which ends up with him getting extremely drunk

turns out he has a very low alcohol tolerance. it also turns out that he becomes extremely horny when he's drunk

extremely drunk, extremely horny and extremely happy

because it's the night Chan finally gets what he's been wanting for such a long time.

panting and clutching at your shoulders in the dark corner of the bar, sloppily making out with you

whimpering about how he's dreamed about this for years, muttering between kisses how he can't believe this is happening

opening his legs for you in such a public place-you briefly wonder if you were wrong about him being innocent all this time

until he tells you that he is a virgin, not that he hasn't had offers, it's just that he wanted to save it for you

he wanted you and only you to take his innocence,

to hell if it's in a dirty pub right next to the toilets, if there are eyes watching him-watching you, that you're as drunk as he is and still sad about being ghosted

it needs to be now

he cries with every thrust of you inside of him, his walls clenching making it harder for you

every little touch feels like it's overloading his senses, making his head feel fuzzy and the room feel spinny

and while it might be the alcohol that's causing it, it also might be the need he's had ever since the first time he saw you

the want and the desperation and the high he feels after everything he's done, it's finally happening

he whispers a lot of things to you that night

things that scare you, things that turn you on, things that make you angry at him and things that make you wanna ruin him even more

he confesses every one of his dirty secrets to you

he asks you then if you could still love him after all this, if you would still want him

and to his surprise, you don't get that angry, you do however, expect him to make up for his...wrongdoings

babyboy spends months at your beck and call, doing whatever you please whenever you please

trying to prove himself to you, that after all he's done he deserves to be with you

making him doing humiliating things like wearing a vibrator to your date

fiddling with the controls as he squirms in his seat, trying to hold it in long enough to order his meal albeit stuttering and tripping over his words the whole time

having him wear lingerie under his clothes when he goes out to hang with his friends, the lace hugging his body tight-a remanent of you even if you're not there

and even though you don't ask him to he shows up at your apartment every morning, with flowers or gifts or a compliment ready on his lips, offering to drive you wherever you need

sends you texts throughout the day, informing you of every little thing with an adorable kind of elation

you'd forgiven him long ago, if you'd ever even been mad at him to begin with,

it was just cute watching him stumble around trying to fulfill your every wish

though that still doesn't change when you finally make things official

he probably cries when you ask him to be your boyfriend, he just can't help it, he loves you so, so, so much

Even if his definition of love being a tad overbearing,

he definitely changes a bit when you're actually dating

a little bit more possessive, a little bit more clingy mixed in with a dash of paranoia whenever you’re around someone else that isn’t him

a lot of his shyness goes away when he's with you, ready to do whatever it takes to have your attention on him, willing to do anything that you tell him to

focusing on the former:

He really just can’t help but imagine how you’d look with them

You wouldn’t be happier with them, would you?

No, you love him, you love HIM

not them, not your coworker or best friend, not any one of his band mates or some random person you met at a social gathering

It’s Chan that you love

He’ll stay quiet sometimes, he knows that you need people in your life other than him. he knows that he can’t satisfy every one of your needs that all of these other people do

But that doesn’t make him stop wishing that he could

he tolerates most people (mostly because of your scoldings and punishments when he hasn't) but he still can't help the rage that comes when he sees someone actively trying to get into your pants-ESPECIALLY if they KNOW you're with Chan

of which he will 'encourage' them to leave you alone later on

though he'd really rather not have to do that. it gets kind of messy and you always get angry with him afterwards

so it's good that he's okay with most people,

it doesn’t stop his possessiveness or clinginess but at least he's not going tooooo overboard

If you’re shorter than him he’ll come up behind you and wrap you in a big bear hug, arms around your waist, face in your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin

If you’re taller than him he’ll have no problem pushing himself into your arms, 

coming up in front of you and hugging you, taking your arms and throwing them other his shoulders

“Pay attention to meeee~”

face still in your neck, kisses still all over your skin,

No shits given for pda or how the person you were talking to beforehand is reacting at him cutting off the conversation,

and if you happen to giggle or laugh at his antics his heart will skip a beat, face growing warm with the sound, encouraged once again, to do it the next time this happens

There is very little that will dissuade him even if you don't like it

if you don’t like it he won’t pick up subtle cues or discomfort, 

or more like he’ll PRETEND that he doesn’t get them

You’ll have to be straight up and tell him if you really want him to stop

He’ll give you the saddest, most hurt puppy dog eyes but will reluctantly listen to your wishes

he can never bring himself to do something that will hurt you or make you upset in any way

Afterwards when you get home is where that jealousy comes pouring out

jumping you the second you’re in the door,

the only time babyboy will ever purposely brat out, he’ll welcome any punishment you give as long as it’s you paying attention to him

Not anyone else

Would actually die if you ignored him

That’s out of the question for punishments,

he could never take you pleasuring yourself while he’s tied up across the room, 

he would probably cry and not in the way that either of you like

he doesn’t care how hard you hit, how mean you are, how torturous your punishments are,

ignoring him is a no-no

And bringing someone else into any part of your relationship is too

Sexual or otherwise

The thought of someone else touching your skin, making you moan in the way he does, also makes him want to die.

End of story

If you try to bring it up at all he’d probably just ignore you, give you silent treatment until you apologize 

And then make you PROMISE-PROMISE, PROMISE, PROMISE that it’ll never happen

That he’s the only one you’ll ever be with

Again, sexual or otherwise

but he wouldn't be against it if you were to say, fuck him in front of someone he was jealous of

having the other person watch as you praise him, giving him a slow handjob

his head going into overdrive as he makes pretty noises, all with the knowledge that this person would never get to be in his position, only a watcher to what Chan gets and they don't

He loves you so much and loves the way you make him feel

he gets quickly obsessed with that sense of freedom that you can give him

He’s stressed and overworked, locking himself in his studio for who knows how long, 

starving himself for who knows how long

At the end of a long week he’s all pent up and tired, barely able to stand up on his own two feet and make complete sentences

Much less take control during sex

And more often than not when he comes home after said long week he’s in subspace the second he hears your voice,

quite literally from the second he steps inside the door he just feels himself slipping, overtaking his head with every step he takes, pushing himself deeper and deeper

He just wants to curl up in your arms and let you take care of him, force his mind somewhere else

jerk him off and call him puppy, anything you want, anything at all

He absolutely loves to be called puppy or babyboy, he really doesn’t know which one more because either will have the same effect

Mostly it’ll be paired with him calling you mommy or daddy

he's not big on master or mistress, ma'm or sir just because they don't have the same amount of comfort mommy or daddy has

It makes him feel safe and warm and cared for 

Even if you are edging him for the sixth time tonight with no reprieve in sight 

He’s a bit of a pillow princess but that’s okay because he looks so pretty just laying there and taking whatever you give him

He loves the control you take from him, forcing the decisions out of his hands, your rules becoming the only thing he cares about,

that floaty feeling in his head when you strip him of all of his responsibilities and anxieties

Your comforting hand and sweet praises,

the knowing that he can fall into it and leave the overwhelming reality of his world with you right there to take care of him

He no doubt uses his submission, subspace and sex as a whole really as coping mechanism for when everything becomes too much

Which is unfortunately more often than not, can make things overwhelming for both parties

It’s not very healthy but he thinks that it’s mostly him that’s being affected in a negative way 

He doesn’t account for exactly how much of a toll it can be on you as well 

He probably won’t notice either until you outright tell him, sit him down and give it pointblank

He feels horrible when and if you finally do though

But he is a bit selfish

So I doubt many serious changes will be made, if any at all

If things do change, don’t expect them to stay that way long, slowly enough that you might not even realize it everything will fall right back into the place it was before

he does give really good aftercare though, wrapping his arms around you, ignoring how tired he is to ask if you need anything

even if he's practically braindead, his legs still shaking he's trying to clean you up, trying to wave you off with weak hands

he gets really sleepy but doesn't like to actually sleep, instead he likes to lazily talk to you, words slurred, voice low and heavy

about anything, everything

most of the reason he doesn't want to sleep is because he never wants this moment to end

him in your arms, his head on your chest, your lips leaving soft kisses all over his forehead and hairline

telling him you love him

he swears his heart will burst out of his chest

this is all he's ever wanted

all he's ever dreamed of

to be with you

a/n: okay after this one i'm going to do lixie and then maybe hyunjin...? i'm not fully sure yet after felix's but yeah, hope you enjoyed!

--if you get tagged, or see this again that's because this is a repost because it got put under the community label before even a full day was up

taglist is open now here if you wanna be added: @hobihearteu, @shincode, @lemonhongjoong, @laylasbunbunny, @xcookiemonsteerr, @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades, @hahagay, @lino-jagiyaa, @missrobyn81

[infinialtairs]

~ Baby girl <3 ~

I know i haven't post much and there's a good reason for that...

I may or may not been obsessed with Casper lately...i think the Nasty Dog animation changed me

I understand people might not care all that much for an fan-oc of Captain Laserhawk (i hear you, i'll promise yall smth on the 1 anniversary for Captain Laserhawk) If you don't wanna hear more in depth of Casper, feel free to skip, i just wanna yap 🦊

I keep thinking about Casper and Rayman and them as a dymanic (because there's two technically types of dymanic, one that leans more in canon in Captain Laserhawk and the other leans purely self-indulgent and you could say also experimental with Casper's character that then can be apply to Casper's personality or backstory in general)

"Canon" dymanic: - This is basically completely going along within Captain Laserhawk series (as far as for season 1 at least...). Because of hybrids being treated mainly as slaves and lower class essentially, Casper didn't grew up well with siblings to care of and even his parents cuz they were always off trying to provide some food and because of that. Naturally Casper and his family do not like Rayman for sooo many reasons, purely in the fact that Rayman (pre-Ramon) is fed with propaganda and lies that Eden told him and Rayman has faith in them and so the lies spreads for decades. Casper is a lot more "depressed" if you will, he's still THE funny comedy guy, always taking things sarcastically and never personally or close to his heart (cuz also tehe his entire family basically abandoned him on streets, I still haven't figure out why). Casper does flirt with people and hook ups but it is coping mechanism to deal with loneliness and that people as much as love his jokes and comedies, they don't exactly like him either because talking with him ACTUALLY in person he just comes across asshole and little mean (or in case flirting, very forward or blunt) despite that's how Casper just used to talk like this. I still don't think Casper and Rayman would even be able to meet in any way, shape or form due to very different views and again...Casper openly dislikes Rayman. BUT BUT! They could TECHNICALLY meet for the first time when Rayman is now Ramon, not dealing well at all along with Bullfrog and Dolph, Casper seeing that Ramon's world view is shattered and now changed sides, Casper might struggle to trust Ramon but eventually warming up, maybe also joining along side Ramon, Bullfrog and Dolph (I know it sounds too basic but because I'm still holding up from developing too much in further to wait for SEASON 2 HOPEFULLY)

Self-indulgent dymanic: - As the name implied - this is only purely for me, having fun and doing shits with Casper and Rayman if theoretically they could be a couple and how it would affect. Casper is now OPENLY flirty with most people, same hook ups or one nighters (he's quite a freaky man..) and eventually...yeah it leads to on Rayman with Casper's flirty remarks. I just like to think just imagine Rayman at the bar, drinking some wine or something because he just needs a moment of peace in his own life from being constantly on live shows, the face of Eden, etc. and then random ass hybrid fox man comes in and say "Oh-ho Face of Eden's here ay? Well, y'know you lookin' quite extra spicy" with smirk, raising his eyebrows up and down. Rayman doesn't like Casper much, not because he's a hybrid since Rayman still cares of hybrids and kids despite been ignorant of what Eden did to them. Rayman just dislikes of Casper's constant flirty comments and annoyances, they did eventually become friends (they don't know how either) but they did. They didn't spend a lot of time together because Rayman is always on the clock with Eden's stuffs but whenever THEY DO hang out, like a long distant friend just came by in the town, both realizing they both have this ITCH of feeling...like wanting MORE of this every day, just spending with each other - ending up crushing on each other while both denying in any way. With Casper denying it is similar to "canon" dymanic, he can ACT romantically and all flirty with others, he used with hook ups and all but in ACTUALLY catching feelings feels completely different realm to him and bit uncertain because of fear of being just used as nothing as just "one time off" (his trauma wooo). While Rayman denying is more or less the same, Rayman isn't typically consider a man who goes on all the dates or in any committed relationships, maaybe once or twice but it always fall flat on the s.o wanting just be known as the "Rayman's Significant Other". They did ENDED UP confessing each other and doing their baby steps in relationship that felt...wrong but they try to ignore and while also healing themselves up with things they either struggled or with Casper's case - traumatized of which he learned to move over time, maybe never fully but no longer held back by it. I know this was VERY fucking long, I didn't even expected it to be THAT long, I'm sorry 😭

anyway, have some concept doodle of Casper's family, not really anything much. I just wanted to experimented

annnd Casper's doodle page cuz i love him dearly like my son...

[shayshaybiscuit25]

It’s late, no grammar check. lol yes, I’m about to vent. Stay with me. This is mainly to the problematic individuals in this fandom and I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves by responding….because well they simply can’t help themselves. Hit dogs will holla.

What i don’t understand is why are people calling Chris names and fussing at him and celebrating when he fails, all due to their displeasure of his involvement in this stunt?

If it’s Pr, Chris is simply doing his fucking job regardless if he likes it or not, he has to sell this shit.

So to those who believe it’s fake, why the outrage?

Do you not realize if this was legit or deeper pr this would be so much worse for him and his fandom?!

Hollywood is a business and Chris is simply doing his job however long he’s supposed to, so instead of bitching and moaning about him online, how about sit back, shut up and wait for this to end.

Some people seriously think they are sane and can’t see their insanity.

If I get a project at work with a racist coworker, I can’t just quit my job or say no. If I go to HR that could fall back on me and that’s just the corporate world, now imagine Hollyweird and their power and their history of hiding things.

In a perfect world, Hollywood wouldn’t abuse their talent and use their personal lives to sell things all to make money for shit. It puts the talent in a horrible predicament where the talent will get ridiculed, their lives uprooted or ruined and not those in charge.

Jeez, when this ends watch Chris fully return to his usual predictable self…..he’s fucking human!!!

If people are legit mad and can’t see that this is a pr situation, or they scream how it is, yet get mad at each new development, simply log the hell off.

You basically confirm that some part of you believe it’s 100% legit or you simply wouldn’t react to things. 🤷‍♀️

Also make that make sense, you know it’s fake and Pr, yet you complain when the fake Pr is done? 😂

See those in pr know the truth, they are not sitting online messing with fandoms and calling the talent names or predicting when it’ll end.

We simply know it’s fake, Chris is doing his fucking job because if he doesn’t there are consequences and how fucked up is it that most in his fandom are calling him names over a business deal, yeah one part of the business deal equation is problematic, but seriously if you think this is PR, then calm the hell down.

The only way I’d be pissed at him is if I actually believed this shitshow and believed he married a very problematic woman and they were using pr to stay and gain relevancy.

Once this is over, I hope many in this fandom check their own shit before trying to call Chris out on anymore shit.

And to those claiming they don’t care for the man, stop fooling yourself because it’s clear as day you’re beyond OBSESSED!

Who the hell logs into a social media platform every fucking say to rant and bitch about a man and a fandom they claim to loathe, fuck out of here.

I’m so mad people don’t stop to think of the scenario that Chris himself is aware of how fucked up this is, was forced to involve family and friends and the consequences that came with that and how bad it looks and why he can’t figure out how his fandom can call the shit out as fake while still believing and falling for it, complaining when the next orchestrated thing is done and giving that girl more relevance then she deserves.

Make that shit make sense.

Simply IGNORE EVERYTHING! Especially her!

Chris’ actual life has been dragged into this shit and because people don’t know details they insert their own theories and speculation into the mix and get mad at him over THEIR OWN opinions, not facts!

He’s literally showed how depressed he was at one point, people say “oh well he signed the contract and knew the deal”, but how do YOU know that’s true. Do you all not see this man still half assing this and trying to do everything he can to sell this while not having to do certain things.

You all can’t wait for this to end, hell he probably can’t wait for this shit to end as well. People make assumptions that he can get out or it’s not that deep, again do you know that as fact, No. you don’t.

Things aren’t always as they appear.

Open your eyes people. You’re calling out Hollywood shit while still falling for Hollywood shit.

Can’t wait for the end and this man be able to get back to his life. I can’t image the stress he’s been under. People thinking they know more than they do and believing you’re a piece of shit when they don’t understand the entertainment business.

Let me tell you all a secret……reality tv isn’t real. 😆 shit is fake asf. Teleprompters and all. Most know things are scripted, but it’s soooo much more orchestrated than that, yet people are online screaming at each other over bs scenarios. It’s all entertainment and making money for various people. But see those people sign up to do that shit because that’s all they have to offer. Some know it’s fake and still watch it. Wrestling is scripted. The stunts are real, but choreographed. Some singers are in major debt to their labels, yet you’d never know. They have to prance around in public as though everything is fine, knowing each gig is needed to help their financial situation and get more opportunities.

When Hollywood plays that shit with actors and musicians, it makes one regret becoming famous and living their dream, who wants to deal with the bad side of Hollywood. It’s a reason some celebs lose their shit. Not being able to be yourself and having so many judge the littlest things. People be online saying some evil shit and then saying well the celeb won’t see it…..SO that gives you a right to be an evil piece of shit? Some celebs do indeed see that shit and as a human I can’t imagine the negative impact that has on someone.

But back to Chris…..

Fake Fans think they’ve seen his “true colors” not realizing this man hasn’t changed. People have noticed more of his bad habits and shit they chose to bypass in the past due to putting him on some bs pedestal, and believe oh he’s this terrible guy due to this shitshow. WRONG! Still the same sweet annoying soul.

Chris is still, the same meatball you all fell for, Hollywood is unfortunately Hollywood and if people knew that it’s not all glitz and glam maybe they’d show a little grace. Some of these celebs are in debt, stressed the fuck out, etc and presenting themselves as if their lives are peachy keen for business. And no I’m not saying Chris is in debt, that man’s finances is not my business.

To the genuine fans who’ve been disappointed yet have constructively and maturely voiced their displeasure, see this bs for what it is, casually throw shade at it and yet they choose to focus on his projects and ignore the obvious bs, thank you. 💙

I always say watch how people move once the mess they were in is over, then you can truly judge their character.

I’m tired, things will end soon enough. 🫠 then maybe some of you will move on with your lives. Hope my post provides a new perspective to some. Being a celebrity is fucking hard and it’s a hell of a JOB!!! 😮‍💨

OMG! YOU HAD TIME TO WRITE ALL OF THAT?

[this-is-fox-speaking]

ok so. here's my thoughts on how things went for memory recollection.

Sissel remembered the moment they got into their past body. Something about Temsik fragment fuckery, I dunno. That's my only excuse. Merging memories or being hit with memories probably isn't as soul punching when you're literally a little kitty cat. They've been very sworn to their duty to love their families so so much!

Yomiel remembers a little bit after the timelines reset. Like, these memories probably get him for a while as some sort of familiar feeling similar to deja vu, but it actually just hit when he started painting in jail. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what was going on or why he painted that figures he knew he hadn't seen before, and- "Oh fuck, wait. That's right. I KNOW THEM." Kinda like a Jowd situation but.. reversed?

It takes a few months or maybe a couple years for Jowd to remember. He gets freaked out when he realizes he knew exactly what his daughter was going to look like, and- then he's immediately hit with it. Yeah, him and Yomiel probably had a few good talks over some of those prison days. He doesn't tell Alma or anything. Even though he feels bad about it, he knows it wouldn't really be the best thing to tell your wife that.. all of that happened. Unless you wanna look like a crazy person. Again.

Cabanela has his own few deja vu moments when he meets the other for the first time after the park incident, like the Pigeon Man or Lynne. I'd like to think he actually remembers a little before Jowd does, since he was literally also possessed by good ol Manipulator over here, and was so obsessed with figuring him out. He doesn't bring it up at first, until Jowd brings it up, then he just casually admits he's been- almost literally- dancing around the topic until the right time. Idk if this is very in character, lemme know. I've only watched through this game a total of once because it's.. really long. And I just recently finished it.

Lynne remembers over time, but it's specifically whenever she sees Yomiel's face. He's familiar, yet she can't place why, and it's not just from the park.. and when she finally gets hit with the memories once shes older, she kinda goes through some stages before going back to regular old, hyperactive lynne, towards Yomiel. He has the face but not the same personality of who she's used to, but.. she knows he's changed. And we know Lynne is.. quite the character! Not negative, just. I dunno how to explain her! Yomiel is her bestie against his will. This is not a choice.

Kamila doesn't remember any of it. It only comes to her in short visions- aka, "nightmares". I imagine as she gets older, it's possible she might remember these memories more clearly/solidly, or she'll ask Jowd and them, and they sigh and begrudgingly admit what really happened. Kinda up to interpretation, truly! It's fun to think about, either direction.

I think it'd be bittersweet if Missile sometimes had small dreams of being a lamp in the city's trash. Or simply being an odd ghostly figure. Or just being his own, lively doggy self, digging about the trash, yet being ignored by all the humans that come by. Sissel doesn't have the heart to tell him the truth. It's bittersweet because even though it means Missile has to remember this sad life of his old self, it still means Ray lives on, even if it's just a little bit. Probably a similar situation as Kamila, where he'll remember once he's much, much older. Past his dog years.

I feel like Pigeon Man would remember but just. Not give a fuck. He rambles about it to Lovey Dove sometimes, when he's bored, but that's about it. He doesn't care. He's got more important studies to worry about.

The Minister... I'm not really sure. I don't wanna have him remember or else he'll be all sad and mopey again. I'm gonna let him be happy with his family.

As for all the other characters- park protector, Minister's wife, his daughter, etc- they all have faint feelings of it. A small bit of deja vu every year or two, but it's nothing huge at all. They never really dwell on it.

[fredwardart]

formula E drivers and their stethoscopes

@watercolor-hearts and I discussed what stethoscopes each driver would use after they created a list for Formula 1 drivers. then we had the ideas for formula e drivers (+ André and James) so I made a list. Thanks to V for creating the collages!

André Lotterer - Littmann CORE Digital Stethoscope 8572 - High Polish Rainbow, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem.

He’d want a digital one to save it for later. And the rainbow chest piece is obvious (for the gay in him). Sleek black with a hint of dark red is perfect for our war criminal.

Jev - MDF procardial® titanium adult cardiology stethoscope - cheetah/blackout.

Like Cheetah the cat.

Mitch Evans - MDF acoustica® stethoscope - white/black.

When I think of jaguar I think of Mitch. The colours remind me of him.

Nick Cassidy - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Hunter Green

I just looked at it and thought, oh yeah, he’d look good with that.

Maximilian Günther - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: High Polish Rainbow & Navy Blue - Black Stem, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Ceil Blue (suggested by V).

Maserati prince. Rainbow chest piece gives gay vibes.

James Rossiter - MDF MD one® adult stethoscope - white/perla noire, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Satin Alabaster Tube

The vibe. Simple but a little bit posh, sophisticated. He likes the white.

Sam Bird - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - orange

The orange suits him.

Stoffel Vandoorne - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - green/blackout

It's illegal how good he looks in green.

Robin Frijns - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - graffiti/blackout, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Smoke & Lime Green - Blue Stem

Given the pokemon obsession I feel like robin would like this one. can also imagine the green to rep Envision.

Edo Mortara - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - pink glitter/rose gold

Girl dad. I think he would love the pink and would enjoy using it.

Sacha Fenestraz - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - sunflower

A sunny personality that would look great with flowers.

Nyck De Vries - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - tie dye

Sunny personality, a bit of fun away from his on track crimes. He’d look cute with it.

Oliver Rowland - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - white glitter/rose gold

Another girl dad. Secure enough in his masculinity to own the glitter. I was imagining red glitter, but this is close enough.

António Félix da Costa - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem

I think he’d like the black with a surprise bit of red. Porsche vibes.

Nico Müller - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Turquoise

He looks good with this blue.

Jake Hughes -MDF sprague-x stethoscope - burgundy

Aston Villa FC vibes.

Sérgio Sette Câmara - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Grey

Reminds me of the ERT. Subtle . Sort of quiet but still there.

Jehan Daruvala - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Plum

Immediate thought was blue but I think he’d look good with plum.

Jake Dennis - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - paws

Jake loves his dog so He’d 100% get a paw print.

Sébastien Buemi - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - vulcan - carbon fiber/blackout

“Its dark, like my soul.”

Pascal Wehrlein - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: All Black

Dark and mysterious. Gives me his vibe.

Dan Ticktum - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - poseidon - carbon fiber/blackout

He'd go for this purely because he thinks it looks cool.

Norman Nato - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: Burgundy

He just looks like he'd suit it.

Lucas Di Grassi - Littmann Lightweight II SE Nurses Stethoscope: Black

I didn’t put much thought into this one lmao. Could imagine him using it.

these are all my personal opinion so there is literally nothing proving this, was just a bit of fun. If you have any other ideas though let me know. Hope you enjoyed! :)

[yamirexic]

chlorine (ville valo x depressed!reader)

warnings: triggering themes, fainting, mentions of anorexia, derealization, hospitalization, smoking, overall heavy dark stuff

growling anticipation. is that the thing that makes me linger at that lean boy in the deep blue of the backyard? i wonder if he ever noticed me like I noticed him. i'm no stalker, don't even think of it, he knows me. he invited me to come over but he probably never thought about me looking at the water droplets pooling down his chest. his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead, almost covering his eyes. i just can't keep my eyes off of it. the muscles moving with each stroke, hitting my line of thought like a lightning. i am such a mess, messy hair covering my face, black eye makeup making me look even more dead, violet blue eyebags glistering through my hair. freckes on uneven sickly pale skin, oversized hoodie covering my ugly body, scars on my left wrist, looking oh so faint. the only one who ever noticed them, only one who asked me about them. black new rocks sitting on my feet like metal tied to dog legs to let them drown. he always stayed in his own mind, gliding so carefree through the liquid madness. he probably has noticed. every normal society creature would've talked about this, pointing the staring out, but he never did. maybe he knew that it was admiration and not obsession. he always was 3 steps ahead of everyone else. eyes feeling tired, head spinning like a screw, body falling limp, falling onto the ground. vision turning black, mind falling down like a chandelier on a piano, hands on focus like in a hollywood movie, last thing able to recognize is skin. pale skin, lean muscles stretching out with every move. touch. his skin. chlorine in the air as this lovely disgusting stench that it is. water dripping down from his wet locks like lean out of a sprite bottle. ears stuffed, every sound seeming so blunt. and again. skin. the skin of a vampire. touching me ever so slightly, lifting me off the ground. everything else blurry. nothing. mind fades black

......what is that?.......

.....epiphany....

....is that....

....the end?.......

I come back to my senses, laying on something soft. opening my eyes slowly, getting used to the blunt light passing the curtains, realising I'm laying in a bed, soft pillows under my head. I turn my head a bit and see him. eyes closed, hair mostly dry and shirtless. I just lay there, my system still starting. how can someone look so peaceful but still so done and tired like he just ran a marathon or was done with life. he slept looking into my direction like he would try to keep an eye on me if something were to happen. oh yeah. something happened. my brain started to process what happened in detail, stopping after being picked up from the ground. but...there was something else...something... good. I remember a voice saying "please, wake up, oh shit, how could this happen", being layed down on the bed and... being pecked. on the lips. even though it was just a short touch, I still remember the feeling of the pink-red lips I wanted to feel for so long now, still slighty wet. was that what my brain processed as this amazing moment or as the "epiphany"? I must be imagining that just because my heart pulls the strings. flutter. flutter. the color of venom stinging my eyes. he reveals his eyes, the glowy green piercing through. my brain finally started to work and...oh shit, did he realise that I was staring at his resting corpse, but the only thing I saw in his orbs was... relieve. his arms circleling around my body like snakes, taking me into a careful hug. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, caressing my hair. "I don't know, my head hurts a bit and I'm a little dizzy but other than that I feel fine." he looked into my eyes, faces not far away from each other. he puts one hand on my face, the metal of his rings cold against my sick appearance. "do you remember...anything?" he asked with a hopeful glim in his eyes. "well, I only remember collapsing and you picking me up. the rest is just a blurry mess in my head but I still remember feeling an "epiphany" of some sort. his eyes look somewhat shocked but also...sensual? like a sensual loving look. "do you know what this epiphany felt like?" "it felt somewhat soft but also slightly wet I think. it was a tingling sensation on...my...ehh...lips." "okay interesting", he leaned in more, lips mere inches apart. "did it feel something like this?" he closed the gap and there it was. skin, his touch, vampire skin against dead skin. my hands found there way into his hair. he held me closer and it felt like the minutes of staring at him while he was gliding in the liquid element. so gracefully, so elegant, so...beautiful. the tingle stayed, even after seperating, faces still close together. "yes, but there is also another things that I remember. I think it was the stench of chlorine?" "it wasn't chlorine, it was the stench of cigarettes. I think your mind just tried making something logical for your line of thought but it only was of cigarettes. when I investigated you, you must have caught the smell in your nose." chlorine...chlorine......

..........."can you hear me? oh god, please say something, give me a sign that you're okay."

......where does that voice come from?...........

.....light.....

white light...

white light...

white light.........

.........eyes, light...

ears, voices and beeping...

touch...

touch...

where is the touch.........

my eyes opened to white light blinding me, muffed voices talking like crazy. I turned my head slightly to see I was laying in a bed...in a hospital bed.was this all just in my head? there is no chance this wasn't real, no there is no way! this can't be fake! I felt it, I know it! or...was it? I could cry just thinking about it. I looked around the room when my eyes arranged to the burning lights. the curtains were open, the city dark with the lights of buildings, stores and enterprises shining like a shooting star, giving me a feeling of bliss and safety. there was also an armchair and something or rather someone was sitting in it...him, it's him, sleeping lazily in the armchair, hair a complete mess and makeup completely smudged. he brought me here. he really did. I tried sitting up, gathering all my strength, seeing injected needles with IV. I carefully took them out, knowing this was probably not allowed at all. I stood up from the bed, going into the direction of the armchair. sitting down on the floor, putting a piece of hair behind his ear to see his face a bit better. he looks so tired, so done with everything. oh darling, how it hurts to see him so exhausted. I got carried away and started playing with his hair, looking at his quiet appearance. then suddenly, he started to move a bit, slowly opening his eyes. letting out a yawn before looking at me, a little smile creeping onto his face. he sat up and held his arms out. me getting the sign, sat down onto his lap, hugging him. he crawls his hands around my whole body up to my head, pulling me into his neck like this would be the last hug in our life. he kept me in his arms for quite a while till he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to get my mind in order so in case of being able to do that, I asked him. "what happened? I'm so confused, in one minute I'm in your backyard the next in the hospital." "well you collapsed in the backyard. I hurried to you to see what's going on. you didn't wake up but you still had a good pulse so I just thought maybe you need some rest so I took you upstairs into my bedroom. I accidentally fell asleep as well. you woke up and seemed fine but sometime later, still laying in bed, you fell out of consciousness again so I decided to bring you to the hospital just to be safe." so the things I thought were a dream were actually real. everything was real. "I called one of my friends to pick us up. the doctor already checked on you and said it was mere exhaustion and missing vitamins making you feel weaker. I'll keep an eye on you to be sure that you eat enough and take your vitamins." "thank you" "no problem, I'll always help you out, I'm here for you. come on, lets go home." I nodded and embraced him again. "you can put your arm around my shoulder if it helps you from loosing your balance." I did as he requested, feeling his arm around my waist for more stability. we went to a black car and got inside. the driver - his friend - already knowing what happened, drove us the way home. mind tripping like on acid, feeling dazed in a haze of dizzy vision, leaning onto his shoulder. before anything got processed by my brain, I already drifted off to the world of falling but not dying - at least not always. .........................................................

I felt myself drifting back into consciousness, head heavy like a bowling ball. laying softly on pillows, covered with a blanket. soft and dense breaths next to me, living in imagination and the art of surrealism. and again I can catch myself admiring him. It seems that we slept the whole night through cause the sun is already up...or it's just 5am I don't fucking know. at least I know how to get better and that I'm in a safe environment right now. little curls of dark brown in his face covering his eyes a bit. blank, sleek face, the natural beauty striking through. again, shirless, his tattoo on his abdomen a little visible. I caught myself doubting that this was real again, you can never know but I do have the feeling that everything is just a creation of my consciousness. but in the end, even if it is, for one it's a nice dream. Doing something rude was already in my veins, shaking him a bit till he stirred. "what is it, is everything okay?" he asked quite worried but also kinda too sleepy to care at the same time. "I'm scared that I'm just dreaming this whole stuff, maybe a case of derealization. what exactly happened? in chronical order please." and then again, I heard the same story, almost falling asleep from it or was it just his soothing voice? at least I know that for once I'm really laying in a soft bed, cuddled up with him under blankets. warmth.

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a/n: this is my first ff on tumblr and I still need to figure shit out, hoped you liked it :). and sorry if there are some typos :,).