#straitjacket hug

[tyffi82]

Fic: Falling Through the Rabbit Hole: Coffee, Chaos, And Contracts

He found Chris sitting cross-legged on the floor of her office, surrounded by manila folders and papers. She had taken her shoes off, and seeing her like this stirred something inside him. He knew she could stand her ground and didn't need protection, yet… There was something oddly intimate about seeing her like this — barefoot, surrounded by legal debris, the tips of her toes brushing manila folders. A battlefield of paper and control. And there she was, the eye of the storm. He cleared his throat, and she looked up, smiling. ‟Hello, you,” she said as she shuffled to her feet, straightening her maroon skirt. He brushed his lips against her cheek in greeting — instantly regretting it. He hadn't planned to do it; it just felt… natural. Still, he felt as though he had crossed a line. ‟I'm sorry…” ‟Unexpected, but nice,” she said with a small smile. ‟And hey — progress. Last time you didn't stop at the cheek.” Something flickered in her eyes, but it was gone before he could even name it. ‟No worries, we are friends, after all.” Friends. That word was starting to feel both like a promise and a boundary he wasn't sure he wanted to test.

Chapter 17 is now on AO3 - and it comes with comfort food.

[finallychaoticeffigy]

Yandere patient x psychologist reader

You can't believe it. How were you assigned to work with the most dangerous patient in the hospital when you just started working a few months ago.

You shook your head "Sir there must be some kind of mistake here, I don't have enough experience to work with him"

Your boss chuckled putting down his coffee at the nearby table as he looked at you "I know it's been only a little while since you started working here, but i believe in your abilities y/n"

You stared at the door , guards behind following you. Room 13, every psychologist would rather quit than to be seen here. Last time he tried to run away, he killed over 9 guards with just a fork. But like your bosses say you have the abilities so it's only worth a try.

You opened the door. You saw a huge man with a straitjacket on.

"Hi" you greeted, putting down your things at a table. You turned to the guards "Leave us, I'll just call when there's an emergency. They nodded as they closed the door.

The patient, or should i say Darius looked at you. His eyes softened. "H-hey" you looked at him with awe . According to his documents he doesn't speak a word to anyone. So that simple word shocks you.

"Come closer...please" He softly utter making you think. Is he trying to get you to come close so he can also stab you with a fork? Even with a straitjacket on , you never know what happens next. Oh well you can't really talk to him when you are this far, unless you shout that is.

You came close to him. You get a better look at him. Jesus this man is beautiful, you thought. Even though he's a murderer psychopath who looks like he could crush you with his pinkie. He's sitting down but you can already tell he's tall as hell.

You then explained the things he had to do to get better. "Don't forget to drink your medicine at the right time." You fix your coat and stand up ready to leave.

"Wait, leaving already?"

"Yes, our time is over" you explained

"oh...Will you come again tomorrow?"

"Totally" you picked up your papers and left

It's been a month since you have been assigned to Room 13. And dare you say ,you two have gotten a bit close. He's not as cold as you thought he was. Actually, he seems clingy and sweet, but you're still not completely comfortable with him.

"Am back" You gave him a small smile. He quickly turned to you and beamed "Y/n !! Come and hug me please" He softly pleaded.

It's kind of weird how he would want to always get in contact with you but you brushed it off. I mean you do work in a mental ward , people here are naturally weird.

As you get closer to him you notice his straitjacket looks a bit out of place. Your suspicion was confirmed as he suddenly lunged at you.

"Hey ! What are you doing Darius get off " you tried to hit him but he's just too strong, heck he even broke his straitjacket.

"Mmmh you always smell divine baby, You have no idea how long I've waited for you to be in my arms" He commented as he licked your cheeks down to your lips.

"No get off! Help someone! " You screamed feeling terrified at his actions. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he also began to suck and lick all over your neck and he moaned in delight.

"I love you Doc , i love you so much i could die, I just wanna kiss you, lick you, suck you and love you forever." He smiled at you , his other hand moved down to your waist and softly squeezed it.

It continued on for a few minutes , the most terrifying moments of your life until the guards came to sedate him.

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You were given a week of vacation to make up for the traumatic experience you've been through.

You entered the hospital to get some of your things when you noticed how uncomfortably quiet it was.

You suddenly stopped at your track. Is this a prank? You don't think so. You let out a scream as you saw multiple bodies with blood, gut out.

You know those stupid characters in horror movies when instead of running through the exit they ran upstairs instead.

You used to get so annoyed with that , but who knew that's what you'll also do. You didn't think . You just ran through your office .

You collapse on the floor as soon as you close the door. With trembling hands you began to type.

"911 what's your emergency" the other line calmly asked.

H-hello , th-theres been a massacre at the xxhospital. I saw so many dead bodies please we need help" You cried feeling terrified for your life. You still have dreams, you can't die.

" Maam i need you to stay calm , please go to a safe plac-"

"Hello!" You began to panic as the line on the other side was cut off.

"Y/n" you heard a voice outside calling you

"Doc... please come out , i know you're there" He cooed as he began to bang on the door and twist the knob.

You could only cry , not knowing what to do. "Go away !"

"Fuck y/n even your shaken voice is cute. I love you more and more now"

You ran under your table hoping this nightmare could all go away.

Just then you heard the door break down. No..No this can't be, is he in?

"Baby..." Softly said and yanked you out under the table .

You protest and kicked him which was obviously useless as he began to hug you suffocating you,almost.

"Aww. You look so vulnerable right now Y/n, i could just eat you up" The huge man chuckled at you breathing heavily, you swore you could see heart forming in his dark eyes.

"You're mine.. Everything about you " He picks you up still hugging you tightly.

"Now let's get out of here and live together for the rest of our lives"

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English is not my first language so my apologies if my grammar is not perfect

[sirensea14]

The three shades of Doey

(i saw a tiktok post abt the 3 kids and i was inspired to make my own hc designs of them lol)

I havent forgot abt my player-sona yet, chat

Wish i could hug this big fella😭

Also fun fact about doey!

He is still alive, chat! I adopted him! (i say as i get dragged back into my padded cell in an asylum with a straitjacket on)

[paddedlittleparadise]

TW: forced regression, bodily waste, diaper use, non-con

Note that in this fantasy scenario, all individuals are adults over the age of 18!

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Why the crotch strap?

Oh, sweetie, it's really not that hard to understand! But I see the fear in your eyes – the fear that fogs your mind and clogs your rational faculties. Mommy gets it. Mommy knows how scary it is to see your new little brother getting broken in. Don't worry. Mommy will explain everything to you.

Never mind his moans. Never mind his squirming. Mommy put him in that straitjacket for a reason. He's safe now: safe from himself, from his silly attempts to escape, from everything that might disturb the process. See? He can tug and moan and writhe – like an adorable, pathetic little worm – but he's not going anywhere. Not so long as those straps are holding him tight in Mommy's inescapable hug.

The crotch strap, hmm? Aww, just look at it. It's so… wide, isn't it? Wide and strong, with stout buckles keeping it in place. It fits so well over your little brother's diaper, too. And with those pretty blue stripes running parallel with it… aww, it's genuinely beautiful!

It seems so tight? Are you sure about that, sweetie? Go on. Reach out and touch it. Run your trembling fingers over the plastic, the canvas, the lovely strong stitching… down to that cold steel buckle. Slip your fingers underneath, now. See? It's not quite so tight as you thought!

And why is that, sweetie? Why ever would Mommy leave that nice strong crotch strap loose, hmm?

Oh, I see your questioning eyes, blinking up fearfully. You don't know, do you? But don't worry. Mommy said she'd explain.

It's for a very good reason, sweetie. See, listen to your little brother, gulping and fighting in his bonds. He's struggling against himself now: against the lovely load of milk and juice Mommy pumped into him just now. Against the muscle relaxants that slowly are making it harder and harder for him to resist. Against the lovely, large fleet enema Mommy squirted deep into his bum… and that's already got him burning and aching to release.

That crotch strap is ready.

Because it will happen, sweetie. There's no way anyone can win such a fight. He'll lose: little by little, more and more, until at last he's lying there, shuddering as his bladder and bowels empty themselves over and over into his diaper. And with every addition, that diaper of his will swell: silently mushrooming out, straining against that strap, seeking for anywhere to expand and grow. With nowhere to go, sweetie… you know where it will expand, don't you?

Inward, of course. All around his cute little pee-pee. Tighter and closer, wet and mushy and ever so warm. That strap is there to tease him, to torment him, to force his mind to accept the truth: that he's Mommy's baby now, actively peeing and pooping his pants with no way to control himself. Sure, he'll keep writhing and wriggling like the stubborn fellow he is. But with every movement, that strap will tug. His pee-pee will sense it. And oh, you know what happens when little boys feel warm, wet, tight things around their pee-pees, don't you?

That's the second reason, sweetie. That crotch strap is there to tease him into arousal. Oh, he won't want to, of course. What self-respecting fellow wants to get hard from feeling his own pee and poo around him? But thanks to Mommy's crotch strap and his own submissive cravings, he will. He'll try to resist, of course – to struggle against his own dirty impulses. But with every movement, every motion, he'll feel his trapped little cock swelling, stiffening, aching… and being forced, deeper and tighter and more surely than ever, back down into the messy, squishy mass of his own soiled diaper. Still he'll fight it, and still he'll grow harder and harder… until at last, he'll be moaning and cumming, right into the humiliating mess of his smelly diaper.

That's why Mommy has the crotch strap, sweetie. Not to restrain his body, oh no. It's to destroy his pride, his sense of self… and in the end, his old erotic programming.

Aww, are you crying, sweetie? Whatever for? Are you trying to tell Mommy that you want a crotch strap, too?

She could arrange that, you know!

Image Credit: Baby-Doll.com

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[hobivore]

Quarter to three | BC

— Bang Chan x reader (f)

Night or day, no one comforts you like Chan does.

AU/Trope: childhood friends to lovers, smut (minors DNI)

Warnings: mention of nightmares (chan comforts reader after one), oral (f receiving)

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Based on the prompts: "What are you doing in my bed?" & "Put me out of my misery and open up these legs for me." This piece was originally uploaded to my old sideblog linoguistics, so you might've seen this on tumblr before.

© hobivore Reposts, translations and modifications are not allowed. All events and characters are fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

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Chan wakes to the sound of rustling fabric and the feeling of someone climbing over his legs, stumbling, the comfortable cocoon of his sleeping bag suddenly more akin to a straitjacket.

He yelps and shoots upright, bumping heads with the person crawling on top of him, cramped inside the tiny tent. There’s a soft ouch in a familiar voice—it’s you, and he blinks in the darkness, barely making out your figure against the backdrop of grey nylon.

“What are you doing in my bed?” He rubs his forehead as his heart rate slows down again, feeling the sudden pain now the adrenaline is starting to wane. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry." You wriggle your body between him and his bags, wobbling on the edge of the sleeping mat, and he scoots over in the limited space. “Why is your tent so small?” 

He wants to tell you this is a one-person tent and there’s plenty of room for him alone, but there’s a quiver in your voice that makes him hold back. It sounds fragile, frayed around the edges, a sharp punch to the hollow of his breastbone. 

“Are you okay?”

You sniffle and he turns onto his side, freeing his arms from his sleeping bag. “Hey, come here,” he pulls you in for a hug, and you let him, curling up into his arms. “Bad dream again?”

He feels your response more than he hears it, a small nod into the crook of his neck. He holds you tight, rubbing soothing circles on your back, feeling the tension seep out of your body. 

The familiar scent of your vanilla shampoo overwhelms his senses as he presses his nose into your hair, fighting against the urge to kiss your forehead. The two of you are close, but not that close, even if every fibre of his being screams at him to hold onto you and never let go. To not make the same mistakes as he did last time. 

He’s lost count of the times you’ve climbed into his bed after one of your nightmares. But the last time is etched into his brain, even though it’s been years: both of you had been in middle school, and Chan had been too wrapped up in trying to navigate this strange new world of lanky limbs and body hair to realise how he should’ve treasured that night. 

But now you’re here, holding onto him like he’s your last liferaft, and he feels like a twelve year old again when you ask, “Can I stay?” 

“Of course,” he answers, tripping over the words, overeager. 

You shiver and he realises you must’ve come straight for his tent after you woke up—dressed in nothing but an old tee and shorts, bare legs and feet rubbing against each other in an attempt to keep warm. “Hold on,” he says, letting go of you and zipping his sleeping bag open, spreading it over the two of you like a blanket. “Better?”

“Thank you,” you murmur, voice already heavy with sleep. 

You turn around and he freezes when he feels your ass press against his front. There’s not enough room to scoot even farther back, and he doesn’t want to bother you, so he stays there and listens to the sound of your breathing. It’s even and calm and Chan wishes he could match the erratic beating of his heart to yours. 

But it’s impossible when your body feels so soft and warm, slotted snugly against his as if it was made for him. His thoughts stray to all the scenarios he’s pictured countless times before: of him kissing you, your legs wrapped around his hips, the slick drag of his cock as he fucks into you. 

He shouldn’t be thinking about this, not here, not now—in fact, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, ever, but even less so when you came to him looking for comfort.

And what do you get in return? His stupid, hardening dick pressed against your ass. 

You stir, moving closer—and Chan hears the hitch in your breath, the moment of realisation.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling back, bracing himself for your reaction, a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. 

To his surprise, you don’t move away, turning around instead. “It’s okay,” you say, a hand coming up to his chest. “Can I?”

Chan’s heart pounds in his ears and he’s not sure what you’re asking permission for, but the answer has left his mouth before he can think twice: “Yes.” 

He flinches as your noses bump and realises your mouth is looking for his own in the darkness, lips tentative and soft. You’re pliant underneath his wandering hands, letting him pull you under him as he deepens the kiss. 

Leaning back, he kisses your breasts, your stomach, your thighs—trying to go slow as he slips your shorts off despite his burning need to crawl back up and bury himself into you. “Baby, please,” he groans, “put me out of this misery and open up these legs for me.” 

You chuckle, brushing a hand through his hair. “Want it this bad, huh?” you tease, but oblige in spite of it, putting your feet on his shoulders so he can press your knees against your chest. 

“Waited for so long,” Chan admits, face inches away from your pussy, eyes closing as he tries to calm his soaring nerves. 

“Why did you never tell me?”

“Didn’t want to fuck things up between us.” He can’t hold himself back any longer now, licking a broad stripe up your slit, surprised at the wetness gathering on his tongue. It’s tangy yet sweet and he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, taking note of the way your back arches off the sleeping mat. 

“Ah—Channie,” you whimper, and he’s sure his name has never sounded better, “you couldn’t fuck things up even if you tried.” 

Still, it’s not enough—he needs to hear you say it, needs to know you want him as badly as he wants you. “Tell me,” he pleads between open-mouthed kisses pressed to your mount, looking up at you in the darkness, at the faint silhouette of your profile. 

The answer comes in the form of your hand fisting into his curls and the stream of words accompanying it as he dips his tongue past your entrance. “Fuck—Chan, please, need you—need more—” you moan, urging him on. 

“Patience is a virtue,” he chuckles, hot breath teasing your clit. “Want you to come on my face first.” 

And when you do, thighs shaking around his head, he lets you ride it out with soft brushes of his tongue before he comes up to kiss you.

“I’ve got you, baby. I won’t let you go this time.”

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[whumpsday]

Held Down/Restrained

@medwhumpmay Day 23

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: claustrophobia, in cage/container, heavy restraints, sensory deprivation, itching, captivity, failed escape

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It wasn’t that bad, this time. Whumper had only roughed him up a bit, like a punching bag. He wasn’t even bleeding except for a bit in his mouth. He could keep going, really. He’d rather keep going than the alternative. He’d rather take the pain.

But as Whumper was so fond of saying, it wasn’t his choice.

“I think I’m about done with you,” they mused with a final, half-hearted kick. “Time to put you away.”

In a desperate bid to stall, Whumpee spat at them, a little blood making it pink. It landed just beside Whumper’s shoe–he wasn’t the most coordinated right now.

Whumper had the nerve to laugh. “Cute. You’re still getting put away.”

Whumpee groaned. “Just gimme a break.”

“This is your break. I do love how much you want to spend time with me, though.” Whumper bent down to ruffle his hair in mock-affection. “Come along, now. You know it’s only going to be worse if I have to force you. I won’t hesitate to get the itching powder again if you’re not cooperative.”

He hated that they were right.

Whumpee picked himself up off the floor, swaying on his feet until Whumper caught his arm, leading him over to that dreaded wooden box.

It was too small, too tight, even though Whumper said they made it specifically to fit him. It just barely fit him, and that was before everything else.

Whumper took out the dreaded straitjacket. Where they even got that thing, Whumpee had no idea, but he’d become intimately familiar with it since his last escape attempt a couple months back.

“In you go,” Whumper encouraged, chipper as they always were after they were finished with him. Like all their stress relieved directly over to Whumpee, multiplied by a thousand.

“How long are we doing this? When do I get another chance? Can’t we just go back to how it was before?” Despite his protests, Whumpee slotted his arms into the terrible thing, letting Whumper lace it around him without a fight. As Whumper tightened and secured the straps, it forced him to squeeze himself, unable to move. One strap even went under and between his legs, so he couldn’t try to wriggle it up over his head.

“Good, good,” Whumper hummed. “I’ve already answered that plenty of times: this is your life forever. I won’t risk your little escapes again. Now, enough from you.” They secured the blindfold and inserted the earplugs next, followed by tape over both, leaving Whumpee to navigate by touch alone.

Whumper’s hands guided him down into the box, facedown, the walls hugging him on the sides and touching the top of his head and the tips of his toes. His arms dug into his chest, making it just a little hard to breathe.

Then came the box’s restraints, bolting him to the floor of it. One across the back of his neck, many more down his torso and legs, the last one pressing his ankles down.

Whumpee’s heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. Everything was constricting: he couldn’t even imagine a way to escape now. He couldn’t even pick his face up off the floor.

There was no powder this time, since he’d behaved, but his arm itched, right below the elbow. Nothing he could do about it. He squirmed, but even that was nearly impossible: Whumper always made everything way too tight.

And there he would stay until Whumper wanted to hurt him next.

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[pineconepie]

how would your ocs react to a child who reacts to their adoption violently? Like kicking and hurting anything and anyone even if it hurts them in the process?

can I be 🪸 anon btw ???

Of course!!

TW: Warren (he's his own trigger warning now LOL), self-harm (nothing purposeful), restraining, drugging, padded cells

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Octavian would try to stay calm, but his heartbreak and worry would be obvious. His patience with you trying to hurt him would be a lot more than if he saw you hurting yourself, whether you meant to or not.

He might cry a bit as he restrains you, getting mittens for your hands, or any other restraints necessary. He'd apologize and insist this isn't forever, just until you calm down and don't injure him or yourself.

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Vincent would be annoyed and also restrain you quite often, making you sit in a corner or even washing your mouth out with soap.

He'll keep doing that until you stop hitting him. If he sees your destructive behavior hurting yourself in the process, his annoyance would turn to concern rather quickly, making sure you didn't actually injure yourself during the fight.

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Indigo would be hysterical, begging you to stop. He'd just hug you to his chest and keep apologizing while refusing to let go. He would try to do everything to get you to listen to him instead, showing he means no harm.

Seeing you hurt yourself, or trying to hurt him, would break Indigo's heart. Even if he finally starts restraining you, its only because he couldn't bear seeing you hurt.

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Magnus wouldn't understand why you're acting out so violently.

It doesn't hurt him physically, so he'd just look very unimpressed at first, but if he sees you get yourself hurt, he'll immediately become more stern and serious, swaddling you tightly in fur blankets (like a burrito) and make you take a mandatory early nap.

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Seradiel would also just pick you up and force you into an embrace, telling you to calm yourself and relax. He wouldn't be amused, but he isn't upset either. After all, this is just childish tantrums to him.

Only if you end up hurting yourself in the fight would he freak out. He'd heal you, but put you on basically house arrest so he can keep a watchful eye over you.

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Warren would love a good excuse to put you in the padded cell and straitjacket.

Once he has you restrained, he'll talk in that same gentle voice, but it's obvious he's upset from his facial expression alone. "That isn't the way we treat papa now, is it?" If you're struggling too much, he'll give you a mild sedative.

[little-hag]

They cuddling partner with cold ❄️

Notes: I don't take requests, also it's cold here. Then, this preference is about some Aubrey Plaza's characters cuddling with their partner at a cold season, like winter.

Characters: April Ludgate (Parks And Recreation), Lenny Busker (Legion), Brandy Clark (The To Do List), Rio Vidal (Agatha All Along), Emily Benetto (Emily The Criminal).

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･   ⠂⋆ ･

⟾ April Ludgate (Parks And Recreation)

April’s sprawled on the couch, probably watching some creepy horror movie, her face barely lit by the glow of the screen. When her partner scoots closer, shivering and trying to snuggle up for warmth, she side-eyes them with her signature deadpan stare. “Ugh, are you seriously being this needy right now?” she groans, rolling her eyes. But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she slings an arm around them, muttering, “Fine, but don’t expect me to like it.” Secretly, she’s kinda into it, but she’d rather die than admit it. She tugs the blanket over both of them, still grumbling about how she’s “not a human heater.”

⟾ Lenny Busker (Legion)

Lenny’s vibe is chaotic, sprawled across a ratty couch in some psychedelic dreamscape or grungy apartment, probably sipping something questionable. When her partner inches closer, clutching onto her for warmth, she cackles, her grin wild and unhinged. “Oh, you want this furnace, huh?” she teases, wrapping her arms around them like a human straitjacket. She’s unpredictable and might start tickling them or whispering weird, half-serious nonsense about “merging souls to stay warm.” But she holds them tight, her energy buzzing, making the cold feel irrelevant with her manic warmth.

⟾ Emily Benetto (Emily the Criminal)

Emily’s tense, probably lying in bed overthinking her next move or the latest debt hanging over her. When her partner slides closer, clutching her to fend off the winter chill, she stiffens at first, her guarded nature kicking in. “What’re we doing here?” she asks, voice low and skeptical, like it’s a scam. But as their shivering body presses against hers, she softens, letting out a small sigh. “Alright, c’mere,” she murmurs, pulling them close, her arm a quiet anchor. She’s not a big on PDA, but in the dark, she’s got their back, her warmth a rare comfort.

⟾ Brandy Klark (The To Do List)

Brandy’s probably overanalyzing something, maybe mentally checking off a “winter survival list” in her head. When her partner cuddles up, clutching her for warmth, she freezes, wide-eyed, like she’s been caught off guard. “Oh! Okay, uh, this is… happening,” she says, her voice a mix of awkward and curious. She adjusts, trying to find the “right” cuddling position like it’s a science experiment. “Is this good? Am I doing it right?” she asks, half-laughing. She ends up giggling, wrapping them in a clumsy but earnest hug, her overthinking melting into genuine coziness.

⟾ Rio Vidal (Agatha All Along)

Rio’s lounging like a predator at rest, her dark, enigmatic aura filling the room. When her partner sidles up, clutching her for warmth, a slow, mischievous smile spreads across her face. “Oh, darling, clinging to me like I’m your salvation?” she purrs, her voice dripping with playful menace. She pulls them in close, her touch both comforting and slightly dangerous, like she could devour them if she wanted. “I’ll keep you warm,” she whispers, her fingers tracing their spine, “but you owe me something for this.” Her laugh is low, and the night feels electric with her.

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[mama-waterlily]

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welcome to my pit of depravity and softness. switchy gal. i'm 23 and my pronouns are she/they. i write filthy, deviant smut. abandon all hope ye who enter here.

MINORS DNI

this blog heavily involves diapers/ageplay and sadism. if you're not cool with that, now's your opportunity to leave. i'm lazy so i don't tag things. beware.

this is an exclusively dominant blog. follow @defanged-waterlily for submissive stuff

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my smut:

🌿 Dionaea 🌿 (drugging, diapers, pissing, kidnapping, nursing, intoxication, noncon)

🩸 Amaryllis 🩸(sadomasochism, diapers, pissing, bondage, blood, monsterfucking)

🖤 Dahlia 🖤 (spanking, diapers, pissing, age gap, chastity)

🌌 Orchid 🌌 (addendum to Dahlia)

🌸 Waterlily 🌸 (kidnapping, stalking, drugging, diapers, pissing, bondage)

my poetry:

thermarum

bouquet

vampire lily

peony

petals

wilt

sprout

gloriosa

honeysuckle

water lily?

dandelion

snowdrop

send me an ask with a picture of a plushie of yours and i will exalt it to the status of mama-plushie with a bit of my spirit so you can get a hug from me whenever you want

my kinks are:

diapers

praise

bondage (ESPECIALLY straitjackets)

humiliation

sadism

piss/omorashi

breastfeeding

blood

knives

drugging

petplay

goddess play

degradation

abduction

impact

heavy sensory deprivation

fmaids

hard nos:

open scat

detrans

head shaving

misgendering

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D&D and fantasy

[merakiui]

putting some skully ideas here so i can get him out of my brain!!!!

✧ skully x classical literature professor, who he drugs and kidnaps because he knows in his heart you understand him and appreciate the classics in the same way he does.

✧ making a wrong turn that leaves you stranded in an unfamiliar, mist-shrouded town at the craggy foothills. your car has suspiciously garnered a flat (slashed) tire… hopefully the townsfolk are kind enough to help.

✧ morbid dollification. skully falls in love with the corpse he’s dug up from a grave, thinking you to be his fated sweetheart. as your body rots, he fixes it up, replacing your insides with soft cotton, stitching sagging limbs, hollowing out your eyes to place two pretty marbles. your body parts are kept preserved in jars and he arranges them on a shelf that makes up a shrine dedicated to you. everyone else will call him crazy, but this is what love is.

✧ ghostface skully……… horror trivia,,, tnbc trivia over the phone… “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

✧ cult skully. small town that celebrates and honors samhain and its traditions and here you are, an outsider with outlandish ideas that do not match with theirs at all. no matter. skully will show you what real halloween is. :)

✧ pumpkin farmer skully!!! :D you visit in need of a few pumpkins for last minute halloween party preparations, unaware that these pumpkins are actually people. walking through the pumpkin patch and tripping over a thick vine, which was actually a poorly buried femur, but you’re too busy following skully to look back.

✧ i once saw a brilliant fanart of skully in a straitjacket….. you’re the nurse to this patient, who has been admitted on criminal insanity. and oh is he a unique case. (serial killer skully…)

✧ skully kidnapping idol darling after he finds out you’ve been in a secret relationship this entire time and aren’t the pure darling he thought you were.

✧ grim reaper skully.

✧ skully turning you into a pumpkin and keeping you on his shelf. kissing it every chance he gets, sometimes even lifting it up and twirling around his room with it. it really is a shame. :( he was hoping you’d understand his feelings, but you tried to run away and he just couldn’t have that. you can stay a pumpkin for now. after all, pumpkins can’t speak or flee.

✧ the best time to commit a crime is on halloween, or so skully thinks. no one will bat an eye if he’s dressed like a killer because it’s just a harmless costume. and no one will know what happened to you when you accepted that delicious apple cider from him.

✧ the horror of being kept in complete darkness and isolation (for conditioning purposes), chained and dressed in clothes chosen by skully, sleeping on a dingy mattress, only ever knowing him. at first, you associate his presence with fear and disgust. you hate him, his voice, his cold fingertips, his warm lips, his entire existence. but he’s the only company you have here. inevitably, with a brain so muddled and broken you’d think he’d lobotomized you, you’ll come to associate skully with comfort. you’re relieved he’s come to banish the shadows with his bright, gentle presence, enveloping you in a suffocating hug and kissing all over your face, cooing about how much he missed you and how he adores you so very dearly. and, rather than jerk away in fear, you reciprocate. what other choice do you have?

✧ self-aware skully in a halloween-themed otome. <3 why would you want to fall in love with mad scientist azul? or ghost butler jade? or that riddle, who is always in mourning? why look at any of those choices when you have him, the character who was only meant to be a side character and not a love interest!! but he knows you’ll understand. you’ll have to when he’s the only choice.

[toxetta]

me in the padded room like OMGGGG guysssss this straitjacket is hugging me so tight i think it might have a crush on me😳😳. should i ask it out, like, i've seen the way it looks at me, and it's kinda cute >//ω//<

[fuzedatti]

So you mentioned AM's metal torso being cold, how would he react to someone who was sensitive to heat trying to stretch out and lay on him?

- Suffering in 87°F

I had to search up how many C° were 87°F. 30°C only?? Where I'm from our regular was 40°C or more.

Anyways, AM would take advantage of this heat sensitivity. At first, he would be confused on why are you trying so hard to get close to him. Your barely disguised attempts at cuddling are amusingly funny to him.

Then he begins to open up a bit, letting you rest your head in his shoulder and then on his chest; you can actually feel the coldness of it through his straitjacket.

"MY BODY, IT IS PRETTY COLD, I WARN YA'"

Who cares, you thought, eyeing him up and down.

AM grows comfortable enough with you to initiate contact by his end, he approaches you with open arms as a sign of closeness, and you reciprocate.

Now, once you achieve the greatest objective of all, to see his bare torso, you get a final warning. "DON'T LET ME SAY I TOLD YOU SO".

With sparkly eyes, you rub your face and chest against his icy cold metal, before starting to get burnt as if you were hugging ice. He couldn't be this cold, right? You quickly got away from him, yelping at the burning sensation of his body.

AM laughs at you in mania, repeating of naive you were to think you could actually handle the temperature of his body. He wasn't that cold in reality, you were just sensitive.

[larkral]

Welcome to Halloween eve WIPsday.

I've been ... sick and in a slump and blah blah blah. BUT I have been writing small little bits over the past few weeks and my therapist cancelled for this morning so I had some unexpected time to post AND I need some cheering on, so you're going to see them. :D

Firstly, Simon's two mums (ie finally, (already, always)):

Something in me pulls taut and then snaps. I'm sobbing. My eyes are closed, and someone is trying to take the wand out of my hand. I grip it tighter, my fingernails digging into my palms. I'm screaming, fighting, crying. And then still. Still like a cage, like a too-heavy blanket, like a straitjacket.  I push against it, against the constricting magic, but I'm trapped in my body, trapped under skin too stiff to flex, air too thick to move through. I grit my teeth, focus on my anger, my feelings, my heart. I let it all go up in flames and then I push.  I jerk out of the spell with a gasp, still clutching the wand, holding the trailing wisps of the newborn lamb magic in my hand. Mummy has my head on her lap, and she's stroking my hand where I'm holding the wand. Mummy is singing to me, and Mum is yelling at the headmaster, a pounding rhythm behind the sweet sound of the song. 

Secondly, Firstprince Soulmate BS below the cut. If you are someone who might want to beta read this Brilliant Shit, please hit me up, my regular cheerleaders aren't in this fandom 😂😭😂.

Alex and Nora and June are doing their final review of the seating chart for the Young America Gala when Alex realizes. "Fuuuck," is what he says.  "What, dreading seeing Timothée Chalamet flirt with the entire PR team?" Nora asks. "…again." "Oh god, don't even joke about that. No, I, uh, realized I have a few last minute additions to the guest list." "I put Bea on the list, manito." "What about…" he looks down at his hands and sighs. "Henry?" "Ha!" June erupts, and holds her hand out to Nora with a gimme gesture.  "I'll Venmo you," Nora says with a shrug.  "Wait, y'all were betting on this?"  "Obviously," Nora says with a level of nonchalance that suggests she was holding a loss at even odds. He turns to June, "Why would you ever bet against her?"

Tags and hugs (if you want them)! Happy All Hallows Eve Eve. May witches and goblins haunt your dreams (/positive).

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[daydreamersinasylum]

ITS ME ITS ME FROM DISCORD ITS SEBBY

I love u daydream! Puzzles

anyways I’m new to tumblr so idk

how have ya been? Do you need anything? :))

Hello to you too!

Sebby.. was it? You’re a new face to me.. I’ve.. been decent albeit the chronic migraines from the ringing static..

He begrudgingly smacks his head instinctively, temporarily relieved from the ringing; yet the voices persist as he continues writing.

How I’ve been is.. questionable at best, and really riding at my patience not being able to hug Stardust. It’s awful, yet endearing to watch as Little Puzzles talks to me as if I were his friend, he.. even talks back!

Right! Right.. Leggy’s injury.. I will admit, I use her as a stress toy, my hands feel shaky thinking about how I ripped her poor stuffing! As for her leg, I had to fight a guard to keep her, f-for her not to leave me, AND THROW HER AWAY! MY LEGGY IS TOO GOOD FOR THE RANCID GARBAGE!!

It looks like he kept rambling, even though it wasn’t relevant to a simple, ‘How are you.. how’ve you been..?’ It looks like he just needs Leggy back.

(Teddy is awfully restless, and could use a break from everything if possible. Where’s the straitjacket when you need it? —Cosmic)

[shy-nightmare]

Yandere! Toon Patrol Headcannons

@weaselnerd, @spookiifi, @lastofautumn, @amberfox232, @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon, @basiabd and everyone else who loves my weasel content, do you guys remember when I said I was gonna start making more of my own weasel content? Well, it begins now! 😁

I’ve always loved the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit since I was a kid, and I’ve done my own artwork featuring the Toon Patrol with my own Toon OCs (which you will see 😊). So I’ve been following several Toon Patrol x Reader/OC stories for over a year now, but a thought came to me. What would the weasels be like as Yanderes? 🤔 Imagine my excitement when I found a blog featuring them as actual Yanderes! 🤩

So, I’ve decided to create my own Yandere HCs and portray our favorite chaotic weasel mafia as Yanderes for a certain Toon OC of mine ^v^

Credit for inspiration goes to @marinerainbow and @slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles. Please go check out their own wonderful content! ^^

WARNING: Contains yandere elements including possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, chaotic weasel shenanigans, mentions of violence and Twyla getting hurt (my poor baby TnT), and a certain green zoot-suited weasel being a total sleaze 🤣

Long before Twisted Twyla Toonz moved to Toontown, she never thought anyone would love her (anyone outside of her family). She’s not like other Toons. Not even the slightest. She’s a hybrid Toon and half-demon, let’s not forget about that. Plus, she is a member of a twisted gang of vigilantes. So, getting into a relationship is out of the question. That is, until she and her brother reunited with the Toon Patrol.

Their reunion is…rocky, to say the least. I mean, it gets a little awkward when you first move into a town you’ve saved while traveling through time, and your enemies haven’t seen or heard from you in over 70 years. Like the twins would just be strolling by Gingerbread Lane on an errand for the family, when all of a sudden a familiar Toon wearing a straitjacket falls right from the sky and lands directly on the twins, creating a dusty cloud.

Twyla coughs, rubbing the dust from her eyes, then her pie-cut orbs widen seeing a familiar, loony-looking face. “Psycho?”

The spiky-haired weasel’s swirly eyes went wide as saucers, focusing directly on the female. “S-Spooky Girl?”

“How did you—”

“SPOOKY GIRL!!!” Psycho screams elatedly, giggling maniacally as he wraps his sleeve-covered arms around the girl, hugging her with a tight grip.

Meanwhile, Tom’s jaw slacks, nearly dropping his gun, his brain unable to comprehend what was happening. What is this? How did he survive? He watched the weasel’s soul fly into Toon Heaven, he saw it! He was supposed to be dead!

A sudden unease formed in his stomach. Wait a minute. If Psycho’s here, then where are—

“PSYCHO!”

Oh no…not him.

The twins and the weasel faced the source of that unmistakenly familiar Brooklyn-accented voice shouting from the entrance of the building across the street.

Oh God, please no.

Smartass’s eyes narrow thin, stomping the floor thunderously and nearly shoving the entrance door off its hinges. “GET THA’ LEAD BACK HERE—” he stops mid-rant when he sees a familiar-looking pair of twins. A young Rubberhose male wolf who’s gaping at him while holding a gun, and a young ravenette woman who’s struggling to free from Psycho’s embrace. Smartass’s golden eyes flash dangerously as their features become increasingly familiar. Once the gears turned, the head weasel bellows, “TOONZ?!”

Tom snaps out of his stupefied trance and snarls, “Smartass?!”

Oh fuck, this is getting bad. Twyla continues to struggle against the noodle-doodle weasel’s tightened hug, ignoring the voices. They need to go before—

As if the universe hated their guts, the rest of the Patrol finally catch up with their boss. Wheezy’s cigarettes fall out of his mouth in shock and Stupid only stares at them for a moment, then he beams and waves at the dumbstruck demon Toon duo.

“Ey, boss, what’s with the commotion—Lupita?! Is that you, mi amor~?”

Twyla gasped, eyes widening in horror, “Oh, shit.”

That’s all folks!

Just kidding! Lol, late April Fools! 😆

Anyways, back to the actual story!

Once they all get over the shock, this is what you’d expect from the two groups. Smartass and Tom would act pretty hostile towards each other whenever they’d accidentally coincidentally encountered, throwing some petty insults and jabs at one another, blaming each other for the ordeal, you get the gist. Meanwhile, Twyla’s just trying to keep her brother from shooting the smug bastard’s face one time they saw him at the grocery store (“An eye for an eye”, Tom quoted) while trying to avoid Greasy like the plague and being hugged to death by Psycho. Like, “Psycho, sweetie, you’re so cute, but can you please let go of me? I’m trying to keep my brother from getting killed…and I’m trying to get away from the creepy jellybean over here!”

But other than that, there’s no serious situation that will escalate. After all, the twins helped Valiant defeat the former Judge (Traitor to Toonkind >n<) and save Toontown, so they’re held in a pretty high pedestal. Not to mention, the weasels are still on watch after going through trial, time, probation and even community service just to keep the public off them, so the twins are untouchable.

And deep down, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down, they are grateful for the twins, too.

Like I said, they had no idea who the “judge” really was, meaning that they’ve been working with that fucking genocidal terrorist for years and did not once figure out that he was, in fact, a Toon. Just. Like. Them. And to add salt to their wounds, he was going to straight up annihilate them if his plans worked. Crush their own hopes and dreams for a life much better than the one they had before, break their trust into a million pieces, and throw it all in the trash along with them. So imagine their shock and betrayal.

As time goes by, things start to cool off. And by that, I mean the risk of absolute bloodshed between the two packs goes down to only 1% due to the first few signs of a bond between Twyla and our precious BFF crime duo Psycho and Stu since they’ve already taken a liking towards her earlier in the story, and vice versa. Key word: one percent, emphasizing the importance of keeping Tom and Smartass at a safe distance from each other.

Eventually, this bond slowly but surely grows onto Smartass, Wheezy and Greasy (you can imagine why Greasy’s and Twyla’s bond took forever to grow 🤣), with Smartass taking the longest to realize despite what happened, she truly means no harm to him and his family gang. He then sees that unlike most people, she doesn’t look down on him and the others or treat them lesser than dirt because of their species and what they tried to do. It is almost as if she understands that he and his gang were set up.  

And then after secretly watching her hang out with his brother and Psy and seeing that she is a disgustingly kind-hearted, decent woman, he slowly begins to trust her. Which is fortunate, because it means things can be civil without resulting in fisticuffs or someone ending up in the morgue.      

This has been going on for over a year, until one night that changed everything.

Let’s say that there’s this big-time Toon criminal the weasels have been on the hunt for some time now, and they trail him down to the abandoned warehouse which is not too far from the twins’ territory. But what the weasels don’t know is that the guy was a deranged demon hunter who’s been tailing the twins for a while, and the duo lured the guy to the warehouse so they could kill him. The weasels enter the warehouse, but the Toon in question is armed with a gun packing holy Dip bullets and was hiding above the catwalk. He mistakes the weasels for the twins shoots at them, but all of a sudden Twyla pushes the weasels out of the way, just as the bullet nearly pierces her heart.

Thanks to her supernatural healing powers, Twyla doesn’t need to go to a hospital. Because she’s half demon, she can actually handle Dip without any major complications. She loses an arm, it’ll grow back. Will it hurt? Not really, but it will make her mad. Hell, she can even rip her own head off and she’d still be totally fine!

But if you’re a Monster Toon like her and if you get shot with a holy Dip gun…well, you’re in trouble.

Although Tom was fine, he had to be taken to a different room in fear of him going on another violent rampage or passing out due to hyperventilating…and to cuss his sister out for acting so recklessly while on the job. But to her surprise—and short-lived relief—that didn’t happen. When a nurse informed her that she had visitors, she was expecting Tom, her friends or family, but before she could ask who it was, the door slammed open to reveal a gang of five uncharacteristically worried-as-sick…and royally pissed off weasels.

Twyla was not expecting for them to be so…worried about her. Sure, Psycho would worry about his favorite huggable plushie and Stupid (or Stu, as she started calling him) would also worry, but she was not expecting Wheezy to be silently fuming while smoking up quite a storm to conceal his rage, or Greasy’s irate Spanish cursing, or even Smartass, who she was damn sure would laugh at her state, actually tell them to “shut the fuck up so the kid can rest and answer their questions without getting them kicked out of another hospital”. Hearing that from him certainly shook the Twisted Toon princess. Psycho and Stupid were one thing, but the other three? Especially him? How much morphine did they pump in her system?

Once they finally calmed down, the weasels did have to question Twyla. To be fair, they are technically law enforcers, and they too were after the monster-hunting lunatic, so she did have to answer their questions. And by answer, that means she remembered what Tom told her to say if they ever end up in the hospital, so for hers and her family’s safety, she came up with a plausible lie and reminded them that she and her twin saved Toontown before so they thought they’d do the weasels a favor and do the job for them.

To her relief, they bought it, but she didn’t understand why that only seemed to upset them even more. Smartass must have figured out what she was thinking and ordered the boys to leave. Once they left, he turned to her and brashly replied, “Don’t get any funny ideas. We’re only doin’ our jobs. Besides,” he added with the same damn smug smile that made Twyla want to strangle him, “We’re even.”

With that, Twyla only sighed from mental and physical exhaustion and went back to sleep. From the other side of the door, Smartass’s smile dropped faster than a bucket of paint and his blood boiled in pot-stewing rage from the memory of seeing Twyla bleeding and unconscious. He whipped out a cigar and smoked a puff, immediately deciding to handle this “the old-fashioned way”.    

Eventually, both groups formed an unlikely alliance (emphasis, unlikely alliance) during Twyla’s recovery. The weasels act like their usual selves whenever the twins are around, but then Twyla starts to notice how they act towards her.

They start acting…differently, to say the least.

Smartass’s Yandere Traits 🔫💎🔫: Possessive, Protective, and Dominant

To Smartass, Twisted Twyla Toonz was a thorn in his side at first. He only saw her as a naïve broad who was too much of a coward to speak up for herself and didn’t understand how the world really works, even after their ordeal and reunion. There was something about her that riled him up. She was too “intervening” (interfering)! She was too “cumbersome” (burdensome)! She was, by all means, a pain in his ass!

And yet, he couldn’t get her out of his head.

He couldn’t focus on his job or any paperwork without hearing her soft, seraphic voice. There was something about her voice that haunts him in every waking moment in his life. Her voice…was rare and beautiful, like a song that only plays once in your life. A song you won’t ever forget. Each word she spoke was like a melodious, enchanting chime rung by heavenly bells in his ears. He doesn’t understand why the minute she finally spoke, he was left with a gaping hole in his hardened heart. Or why he craved more.

Every time he went on about during his “rounds”, or even when he needed to cool off because his family mugs were being idiots again, he’d always spot her somewhere in Toontown, gracing the undeserving miscreants with her angelic presence. The sight of her greatly irritated him and made his fur bristle. Ugh, why does she, the bane of his existence, keep showing up whenever he’s around?! Is it because she wanted to tease him by acting oblivious and not saying a goddamn word, like she had before?! Is it because she knows that her being around will only piss him off, and she does that for her own ‘bemusement’ (amusement)?!

Fuck! She is such a pain in the ass!

But then…the warehouse incident.

When he saw her limp form cradled in her brother’s arms, covered in blood and Dip thanks to that bastard, Smartass’s vision went completely red. Every fiber of his being trembled from a violent roaring ocean of fury as he gritted his teeth so hard, they nearly cracked. He didn’t know why that pissed him off so much. He didn’t know why seeing his second adversary in such a state would send him into a violent bloody rage. All he did know was that she was hurt by someone who wasn’t him, and that fucker who they’d been chasing after was going to die.  

After that whole incident, things would go back to normal…by normal, that means Smartass would go back to being annoyed by Twyla’s presence and poke snarky, petty jabs at her, as per usual.

But as they interacted more often, they slowly began to come to speaking terms. And the more she spoke to him, the more he craved.

They would start having civil conversations about topics that interest them, like the one time he was watching a re-run of Goodfellas at the Uptown movie theater, and he turned to grab his soft drink, and there she was. Twisted Twyla Toonz. Who was watching the same movie at the same theater. The encounter was…awkward, but once the movie was over, they literally spent the last three hours discussing the amazing creative thinking the directors and the cast shared with the public, and “how accurate Henry Hill’s blissful love for his wiseguy life was portrayed”, as Twyla put it out.

And as they spend more time together, Smartass’s resentment of her slowly begins to fade into something like…admiration acknowledgement. He begins to value her opinion on how much things have changed, and he actually starts taking her advice into consideration whenever he and his gang have trouble trying to catch Toons in question or criminal Toons, though he did hide his appreciation with his usually gruff, brash exterior. And—he will take this next compliment to the fucking grave—she is so damn cute.

The way her tail wags whenever she’s happy or when she tilts her head like a confused, innocent puppy makes the gangster’s heart soar and nearly burst out of his chest (he had to turn away, “coughing” to push his increasingly growing pumping organ back into his ribcage). He would clench his fists so hard his knuckles would turn white, fighting the urge to squish her cute little furry marshmallow face. He could get lost into those beautiful amethyst eyes—

NO! Smartass shook his head violently the minute that pesky, sickeningly sugary sweet thought slipped into his teacup. No! No! You are NOT getting tha’ ‘shots’ for her! You ain’t got no time to get all sentimental and lovey-dovey with anyone! Especially not Twisted Twyla Fucking Toonz!  

He tries so hard to ignore this “compilated” sentimental bullshit that infected him. He cannot actually be seriously having these…feelings for the one broad who was partially responsible for his death! He’s Smartass Weasel! The leader of the Toon Patrol! A real tough bastard!

But no matter how much he fights it, no matter how many times he denies it, the sick lovey-dovey romantic shit has diseased him. It only gets worse when he starts becoming protective of Twyla…and possessive.

He notices that Twyla is, in fact, socially awkward. She still stutters whenever she’s trying to speak, often at times avoiding eye contact and rubbing the nape of her neck. As cute as it was, it’s still noticeable. She seems to be getting a little better, but he can tell that she’s not used to talking to other people. Which is…odd. Vexing. She’s somewhat more relaxed when her scary-ass brother was around. Where tha’ fuck is he, anyway? Smartass thought, perturbed by the fact that Tom, who usually sticks to his sister like a goddamn parasite, had been frustratingly absent the last couple of weeks Twyla’s been spending time with their one of their “frenemies”. He’s her older brother and a leader! Shouldn’t he be keeping an eye on his beautiful sister idiot too?

And when he sees other guys trying to put the moves on her…oh hell no, that ain’t happening.

One moment, Twyla’s standing there blushing bright pink while having an internal panic attack on what she should do or say next, and the next thing we knew, Smartass shows up giving the shmuck a mean-ass mug that makes any man piss themselves and takes a mental note to put a hit on that fucker’s ass. And this only gets worse when he also notices that Twyla has been getting a lot more attention from his own men, too.  

Now, we all know that he is just as chaotic as his gang and has more than once gotten into ridiculous, physical conflicts with them (he’s a Toon, for God’s sakes), but seeing Twyla with them makes his blood boil with green envy. They’re supposed to be doing their goddamn jobs, not foolin’ around with HIS doll—no, HIS girl—damn it, no! Fuck, he can’t even think straight! Whatever she is to him, quit slackin’ off and keep your goo-goo eyes off the dame!       

It will take some time for the yandereness to kick in, but once they do…Twyla is definitely going to notice some things from the hot-headed boss weasel.

Like how he subtlety starts giving her nicknames that go from insulting to…endearing? He’ll go from calling her a “broad”, which is what he usually calls her, then all of a sudden, he gives her different nicknames such as “Doll”, “Dollface” and “Toots”. Keep in mind, he only calls her those nicknames when it’s just the two of them and they are miles away from his gang and if they ever hear him call her “Bambina” there’s going to be a bloodbath 😱.   

Or like how she’ll find him at the same spots she’d sometimes hang out at when she’s not with her own little gang or when he’s taking a break from his gang’s idiocy and he wants to see his girl. Or like how oddly protective he gets whenever another Toon, especially another guy, tries to sweet-talk her and her brother’s not there to scare him off.   

Or how does he know that she has a favorite bookstore?

Girl, he’s literally stalking you like Helga G. Pataki to “make sure you don’t do anything that will give him a headache”, killing off creeps, and has been writing romantic poems expressing his love and devotion for you. Don’t go looking around his office desk, though XD

Wheezy’s Yandere Traits 🔫🚬🔫: Protective, Manipulative, and Nurturing

I think his yandereness would be more subtle, but it’s there, nonetheless.

Like Smartass, Wheezy would at first see Twyla as nothing more than a dumb kid who keeps getting herself in trouble. But after a few weeks following their reunion, Wheezy and Twyla would learn that they’re both alike in similar ways.

They’re both the strong silent types who definitely know their weapons of choice, and how much they both hate being forced to socialize even if it’s necessary. They also share a common love for literature including Edgar Allan Poe, and like Smartass, he would have private conversations with her about Poe’s morbidly marvelous influence on literary history and how his legacy made him an icon of Gothic culture. As their acquaintanceship progresses, Wheezy notices other things about his “murderess”, like how clever and strategic she is when she gives him helpful tips on how to apprehend Toons without getting caught…or how to sneak out when he’s inhaled too much of his team’s batshit-crazy bullshit that smokes up the air around him 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, which is something he greatly appreciates.   

Wheezy’s respect for her slowly began to grow into…ugh, adoration since she saved them. While she was in the hospital, all he could do was smoke 17 packs an hour in the waiting room wondering why she would save them, hers and her brother’s sworn enemies while silently screaming and fuming at Twyla’s pea-brained stupidity that convinced her to get herself shot.

He becomes protective of her during her recovery. With that being said, he’ll start treating Twyla more than he’ll treat the others (much to her confusion and their chagrin). Like for example, he’ll be treating Psycho for his scraped knee when he knows something has happened and he’ll be like, “Ah, shit. Fix your knee yourself, I gotta go make sure my cutie pie hasn’t gotten herself killed for the tenth-millionth-fucking time”. Lol, he’ll say that so nonchalantly while leaving poor Psy alone but the minute he’s in the car, he’s roaring down the streets like a speed demon and screaming at the phone, “TWYLA, WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW MANY FUCKING BONES DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME?!?!?!?!”

When he sees his teammates with Twyla…he gets a little envious. His lips will pull into a disgusted sneer when he sees how cuddly Psycho is around Twyla when it should be him she’s giving her attention to, and how “tough” Smartass is when the smoker catches them alone. One time, he saw Greasy’s eyes trailing down Twyla’s adorable, sexy ass and he literally tried to drown him in a bathtub full of steaming hot Dip water.

So to have the Twisted Toon beauty all to himself, he starts getting a little creative. He quickly learns that Psycho is pretty easy to manipulate when the situation calls for it, and he’ll become the main instigator of his new troubles. He’ll start from messing up the tasks Smartass assigned for him and convince him that’s exactly how he wanted him to do it to pulling pranks on Smartass and Greasy and then framing the poor feral noodle doodle. That way, while Psycho’s  getting both the plunger and La Chancla, Wheezy’s sharing a quiet, peaceful night with Stu and Twyla (Wheezy, you scheming fucker. How dare you 💢).

And yes, like Smartass, he will stalk her and kill any sleazy creep (besides Greasy, lol) who’s staring at a certain ravenette who does not belong to him. He’ll give him a cold, dead stare and slowly pull up his Tommy gun and gravelly ask, “You feelin’ lucky, punk?”

Meanwhile, Twyla will notice something…different about him, too. Like how she’ll find him skulking around corner of the street she walks past, or she’ll notice him sitting in a cushion chair not too far from hers every time she visits the bookstore…or how does he know that she smokes Imperial Cigaronne?

Psycho’s Yandere Traits 🔪💣🔪: Protective, Affectionate, and Violent

Honestly, Twyla’s not too surprised to have Psycho around. But him as a Yandere? Ohhhh, boy.    

Psycho Weasel is the archetypal Yandere; mentally unstable, has obsessive and possessive tendencies, tends to lash out in an extremely violent manner, and is crazy in love with Twyla.

Smartass keeps yelling at him for “flatternizing” (fraternizing) with the enemy, but Psycho doesn’t even stoop down to Greasy’s level. Besides, there are so many things about the pretty Goth girl he likes! First, he trusts her enough to get close to her. She does a lot of nice things for him such as loosening the restraints of his jacket if they’re squeezing him a bit too much and unlike his tormentors and anyone he’s captured killed, she does not show any fear of him.

Twyla is wary of him, and for a damn good reason. But…she never mocks him for who and what he is, and she even admits to him that she regrets making him laugh to death. She’s so sweet and kind to him. One time he had a nightmare (he spent the night sleeping underneath Twyla’s bed for some reason), and she softly asked if she could pet him. You heard me. She. Pet. Him.

When he felt those soft, gentle hands run through his face and spiky hair, the bad jittery feelings went away. He felt warm and safe, and then he finally managed to sleep the rest of the night without any more nightmares.

He doesn’t mind sharing Twyla’s attention with Stupid. They are best friends! They do pretty much everything together, so sharing isn’t that much of a problem. Plus, it helps them relax when she’s safe with one or both. Both? Both. Both is good.

Smartass and Wheezy on the other hand…

Um………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Let’s just say, they’re a little more tolerable than Greasy. That’s all I have to say 😅.

Psycho also loves the scent of lavender Twyla uses for her body soap. Psycho is used to smelling the reeking stench of cigarette smoke and the obnoxious whiff of cologne, though those smells still make his nose scrunch. But for some reason, the scent of lavender calms him, and it’s even more relaxing if Twyla is the one using it. Lavender is the only scent that calms him down……….   I mean, besides the intoxicating smell of blood after committing a gory massacre.

He's the most likely to stalk Twyla everywhere she goes when he catches a whiff of lavender. He’ll be following her tracks like an eager bloodhound, peeking behind alleys, stop signs, and even outside her own window, curious to see what his fluffy puppy is doing…and check to see if there are any bad Toons trying to hurt her or having indecent thoughts about her.

Speaking of which, if Psycho catches one whiff of someone after Twyla, he will attack.

Seriously, he’s like her own little vicious guard dog (or guard weasel?). One minute he’ll be snuggling in her lap, sleeping like a puppy, and the minute he senses danger he will pounce on the danger stranger like a fucking feral Chihuahua; snarling at them with huge, bared teeth foaming at the mouth while he tries to slash that Toon’s throat out with his trusty razor. That only happened one time, and since then, Psycho will not leave Twyla alone.

Other than that, he’s her sweet puppy. I can see her holding him in her arms like, “He’s harmless, really. Just mind the teeth. And the razor. And everything else ^u^;.”

But she can’t help but wonder, how does he know where she lives?

Stupid’s Yandere Traits 💪⚾💪: Protective, Affectionate, and Submissive

So unlike the other four, Stupid will be more of a platonic yandere. Which is good because that will save him from half of the disaster. The key word; half.

Like Psycho and the others, he will be drawn to Twyla for her kindness. When she talks to him, she’s not mean or brash to him. She never bullies him or hits him. To his surprise, she gets upset that it’s his name and doesn’t like calling him that. But why? That’s his name, for Pete’s sake! But he doesn’t mind it when she starts calling him Stu. Stu is nicer.

And when Smartass is too busy, Twyla spends the time educating him. She tells him that he’s as intelligent as his brother and teaches him as much as she can about modern Toon society and the humans’, as well. She really likes teaching him about art, and not just cartoon art! Heck, she even goes out of her way to bring her own portfolio stacked with colors so she can draw with him too!   

However, Psycho and Stupid have another thing in common. They are both very protective of their new girl buddy. And if there’s only one thing Stupid hates more than vegetables, it’s bullies.

If he ever hears anyone, human or Toon, talk mean about his girl buddy, a time-out is the last thing they’ll worry about. Stupid will literally turn from a teddy bear to a fucking grizzly armed with a nail-implanted baseball bat, hungry for blood. And because he is the muscle of the gang, those jerks will either survive long enough to live with a permanent migraine, or they will die due to severe blood loss and a brutal traumatic brain injury.

Yes, the situation was so bad Tom had to sedate him with a tranquilizer gun. And Stupid got violent, because the meanie was saying bad things to Twyla because she is a “hi-bread”.

Stupid may not fully understand the harsh discrimination hybrid Toons deal with on a regular basis, but he doesn’t think badly about halfies. He didn’t even know they existed until he met the twins. Although Twyla is thankful that he stood up for her but surprised and confused at the same, poor baby TnT, she tells him that she’s used to people saying mean things to her and that he shouldn’t worry about it. Which is a BIG mistake because that only makes him even more upset and confused.

He brings this discussion to the others during dinner, and when Wheezy ask him how he knows about that, he’ll mention that Twyla’s been talked badly because she’s a halfie.

The silence only lasts for five unbearable seconds, and all hell breaks loose.

On the bright side, Stupid doesn’t get bonked on the head for the first time. And he even gets double dessert for doing a good job! 😄👍

Just don’t tell Twyla about what they did to that jerk, OK? And don’t tell her how they found out.

Now, I saved the best for last. I have done a lot of thinking on what this character would be like as a Yandere, and now I have answered my own question, “What would Greasy be like as a Yandere?”

I think we all know where this is going. By excluding Stupid’s platonic and submissive traits, and if you add in his perverted tendencies, Greasy’s yandere traits would be pretty much…

All of them.

Greasy’s Yandere Traits 🔫💚🔫: Possessive, Protective, Dominant, Manipulative, Nurturing, Affectionate, and Violent

Now, we all know that he is, without any doubt, a sleaze. There has never been a single day in his life when he doesn’t get slapped, purse-smacked, or kicked in the balls because he tried to “charm” beautiful women into his bed life. And with Twyla’s past and her nature, she doesn’t believe that anyone could love her, especially someone like him.

But the minute he set his eyes on her, it truly was love at first sight. And he is hellbent on having her.

As I’ve mentioned before, I think he does have a little more experience than the others when it comes to dating cough as sus as that sounds cough, so he’s ahead of everything he needs to know to make sure everything goes smoothly.

The first thing he does to succeed is to talk to her. And no, the previous encounters don’t count.

Greasy knows the stakes. He knows how incredibly dangerous this is. He may be impulsive, but he’s not stupid. He genuinely understands that this is not like any other woman he’s tried to charm (and failed). This is Twisted Twyla Toonz, the twin sister of Gunslinger Tom Toonz, a former agent of Eddie Valiant’s, and she is just as dangerous and deadly as her brother. And he accepts the challenge.

He waits for the perfect opportunity when the guys are too busy to put up with him (yes, that includes Psycho and Stupid), and he can sneak out without getting caught. He goes out around town to buy some groceries because Stu ate all of his enchiladas. AGAIN.

And guess what catches his eye at the new coffee shop? His beautiful Lupita.

And at a coffee shop? Perfecto!

What should he say?

“Can I have a sip of your coffee? I want to taste the sweetness of your lips ~.”

No! Save that for your first kiss!

“You must be a coffee machine because you’re making me hot and bothered ~.”

¡No! ¡Ella es demasiado inocente para eso para esa charla sucia!

“If you were a coffee bean, I’d grind for you every day.”

¡¿QUÉ COÑO ME PASA?!

“You must be a barista because you know just how to grind my beans ~.”

Idiota!

“COMING THROUGH!”

Greasy whips his head to see a Toon firecracker rushing down the side of the building carrying a huge box of explosive fireworks…and he was about to run straight into Twyla.

"¡Oh, mierda! ¡Lupita!" Greasy exclaims, zooming down at full speed to rescue his love. Just as Twyla was seconds at being blown into pieces, Greasy shoves her out of the way…which in turn, makes the fireworks explode in the Latino gangster’s face.

He gets covered in a giant cloud of violent swirling colors, explosive sparkles, and burning pain. When the smoke clears, he’s covered from head to tail in soot and Toon stars twinkle around his head.

“Holy shit! Greasy, are you all right?” a familiar, feminine voice asks as they gently cup their hands on his face and gently clean the soot from his eyes.

When Greasy came to, an angel wearing all black was standing over him. His Lupita was safe and sound. Gracias a Dios.

He couldn’t hear what she was saying. All he could do was gaze into those beautiful amethyst eyes, sparkling brighter than the stars of the night sky, and all he could muster is, “Has anyone ever told you that you are like latte art? Because you are so beautiful and delicate~.”

Twyla roses a brow, then Greasy panics.

¡Mierda! ¡Joder! ¡Maldita sea! ¡Eso fue tan cursi que incluso los ratones pueden olerlo!

He hears a soft, girlish giggle, and he looks up to see Twyla…

Laughing?

She’s laughing? At his pun?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be—hrk!—laughing.” Twyla apologizes, covering her mouth with one hand.

All Greasy could do is stare her in awe. His pun worked. Caramba, it worked!

He made her laugh. And it is absolutely adorable.

The second part of his goal is to learn more about her. As their “rivalry” progresses, they slowly start to come into respectable speaking terms (Keep in mind, Twyla was armed just in case). It is crucial to learn whatever you can about someone who you’re willing to kidnap for their safety is the love of your life if it’s going to help you win their heart. Every single detail counts.

And he learns that there is so much to love about his sweet Lupita.

She is hauntingly beautiful. That he already knows. The way her dark, midnight hair cascades down her back like the waves of an ocean makes Greasy wonder if he ran his aching claws through her hair, he would be touching water. The way her soft moon-grey fur glows in the dark of night makes the moon pale in comparison to her exquisite beauty. The way her tail, blanketed by soft dark fur, caresses the tainted ground makes his heart burn in possessive envy watching the autumn leaves sway and cling onto her fur. The way she teases him with her body is enough to drive any man or woman mad with hunger. Her body, that sinfully sweet body blessed with those delicious, voluptuous curves as if they were carefully carved by the skillful hand of Aphrodite herself that were just begging to be loved, worshipped, and caressed by his hands alone. And the way her gorgeous amethyst eyes glitter outshines the sparkle of all the precious gemstones hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of the world.  

She is also very enchanting. Her eyes are captivating, but her smile enchants him. Greasy doesn’t know what it is, but there is something about that smile that makes him long to see it again. All he could think about is making her happy. It is as if she’s cast a spell on him.

And her voice…oh, her voice is bewitching. Greasy was no stranger to the feminine power of a woman’s voice as well as the beauty of their bodies, but Twyla’s voice is like no other. Her voice was like a dark spell of alluring charms that puts any man in a trance, but there’s a soft touch to it that soothes Greasy’s nerves. And yet, it makes him crave more. He would lie awake at night, writhing in bed with desire as he covered his mouth to the muffle the lewd moans and lustful Spanish as he imagined her laying underneath. He wondered how loudly she would moan, or how softly she’d whimper as he trailed his lips down her neck, the valley between her mouthwatering breasts, her cute little belly, and then her—

No. No. He would not succumb to his cravings without her consent. He knows he is a sleaze, but he is a sleaze who genuinely wants Twyla. And not just to get into her pants. He may throb and ache, but his adoration for her is worth the pain.

But what he loves most about her is her heart. A heart is the symbol of love, which he finds is a special and powerful gift he can give to Twyla. Like how she gave him hers. It’s like she is holding an enormous, blossoming flower born from the glowing light of the full moon, and that flower is full of love and life she gives to her loved ones. And he wants to touch, protect, and possess her heart. He likes to picture his sweet Lupita having a pink heart soft as clouds, and as beautiful as a rose. Would she let him see for himself? Would she let him claw his way into her chest, swim in the rivers of crimson passion, and see her heart? Would she let him cherish her heart?

Despite his…flaws, I think Greasy would turn out to be the most romantic Yandere, giving how obsessed in love he is with her.  

However, when he sees his Lupita shot and bleeding before his eyes…that’s when his dark side comes out.

One of his personality traits that would certainly make him a dangerous Yandere is that he is very violent. Smartass may be a Brooklyn man to the core, and Psycho is most likely to commit outrageous carnage and chaos all for the fun of violence, but Greasy is in his own element.

That Toon had no idea that the minute he shot and almost killed Twyla, his fate was sealed. And he’s only the first of Greasy’s new kill count.    

Greasy is also, in fact, very possessive. After she left, the thought of her lingers even now after all these years he’s suffered without her. She was the only source of light during his dark times behind the cold steel bars. And the blinding, painful beam of Toon Heaven’s rays dulls in comparison to her ethereal light. Every waking moment in that unfeeling, isolated prison is spent thinking of her, wondering if she is waiting for him to run into her warm, loving arms. Wondering if she is safe and cared for. Everything he sees is a reminder of her and her dark, indescribable beauty. A beauty that will forever haunt his dreams.

So sharing is not an option.

That possessiveness would evenly match with his manipulativeness, to be honest. A lot of TP enthusiasts and writers display their own creative awareness of Greasy’s observational skills that not only made him the Chief Lieutenant of the Toon Patrol, but also someone you cannot deceive without experience and practice. This guy makes it his business to know people – their behaviors, their mannerisms, their responses…usually so he can foresee their actions. And that does not exclude his teammates from his keen attention to detail.

So in other words, he can see right through his team, including Smartass and Wheezy. And he does not like what he’s seeing. For example, he’ll hear how Smartass’s tone would soften whenever he catches him alone with his Lupita from miles away, and it sounds like someone is scraping a chalkboard with iron nails in Greasy’s ears. He’d hold back a murderous growl when he sees Psycho all curled up in his girl’s lap like a sleeping puppy. And his blood would boil hotter than the flames of hell when he’d catch Wheezy’s glacial eyes watching Twyla leave, longing for her return. He knows damn well that the smoker is trying to play it cool, but he’s after his Lupita’s heart too, that traitorous, chain-smoking bastardo! 

As Smartass’s right-hand-man and the second in command of the group, it’s his responsibility to do something about what is causing the boys’ loss of focus. However, as Twyla’s one true love, it’s his responsibility to do something about what is standing in the way of his love for the woman of his dreams. Like Wheezy, he’ll cook his own little petty schemes. One thing he’ll do is persuade Smartass to consider “better alternatives” whenever he has a huge plan that requires Wheezy’s involvement, in other words make the smoker’s life more miserable by giving him more work to do and forcing him to socialize…which he utterly despises. That way, he won’t be able to interfere with Greasy’s time with his sweetheart. He’ll play this little consigliere act long until Smartass isn’t available for another big case, and he has no choice but to put Greasy in charge. And he will make Wheezy’s life a living nightmare by putting the blame on him for his own insidious pranks on Smartass and Psycho. He trusts Stupid to guard Twyla when he can’t, so he gets a free pass.         

He is also deathly protective of Twyla and holds her safety and wellbeing at heart. And yes, that means stalking. Like his rivals coworkers, Greasy stalks Twyla right to the point where it becomes a religion for him. He takes notes on everything such as Twyla’s morning routine, her usual hangouts, who she hangs out with, etc. Speaking of which, he is just as frustrated with Tom as Smartass is. He knows that his pobre y preciosa novia was in the hospital while Tom was with her, and he’s not even there to protect her whenever she’s touring around the town! He’s her brother and her twin! Twins have a very special connection, you know!

On the brighter side, he’s pretty nurturing to Twyla during her recovery. But he’s a little too nurturing. While Wheezy “oversees” Twyla’s medical health, Greasy’s in charge of her nutritional health. Whenever he visits her while she’s in the hospital, he’ll give her his homemade recipes that are both delicious and healthy in hopes of speeding up her recovery since hospital food tastes like mierda. He’ll bring her other things like a weighted blanket, brand new fluffy pillows, a sweater he stole from her favorite Gothic retail store to keep her warm, her favorite movies, etc.

What? He’s just looking after his Lupita!

If you love someone, you will do anything for them. Even if it means killing anyone who dares to try to harm or steal them from you.

Twyla will notice that something’s…new about him. Something…different. Like how he will pay more attention to her than the other beautiful women walking by, the sound of their heels falling deaf on his ears. Or how he’ll often “bump” into her at the store, looking for the exact same ingredients on her list. Or how does he know that she prefers coffee over tea?

So for the final-round questions.

Will they compete for Twyla’s love? Yes.

Do they share? Psycho and Stupid don’t mind! Smartass, Wheezy, and Greasy on the other hand…………………..eh, not so much 😂

Is this new Yandere group like Monster Musume? Hell, yeah! But instead of having seven equally beautiful, badass, and adorable monster waifus competing for the love and affection of a human man, you have a pack of five lunatic Toon weasels fighting tooth and claw for the love and affection of a lovely Twisted Toon demon princess who deserves to be loved…and needs therapy for her trauma and the weasels’ bullshit 🤣. But just like the Monster Girls, the Toon Patrol will work together (and even with Gunslinger Tom, if it’s absolutely necessary) to protect their girl to the death 💀.            

I know it’s mediocre (I wrote this last year 😅), but I hope you like it 😁!

[gimlilithegreat]

Teen Wolf Master Rec List

As I appear to have truly jumped on this train I thought I'd pull together some of my favourite fics. This is no particular order and I've tried to organise them vaguely!

Almost all of these are Stiles-centric because I love that boy.

Canon Divergence

What Goes Around by KouriArashi (71k)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.” It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential. Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Because sometimes you just want to see Stiles go on a murder spree and let's be real Peter is the best murder mentor out there. If you kill a murderer, the number of murderers in the room stays the same. If you kill ten, that's when you start impacting the bottom line.

My other fav of this subgenre of revenge fantasy is Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross which is murder husbands Stiles and Peter taking care of argent business on an international level.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross (57k)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket. (Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

This is unhinged and BAMF and so, so good. The angst is real.

Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross (22k)

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

cywscross is going to be a theme here, this is so wonderfully fluffy without pushing anyone out of character. The relationship is built slowly and realistically, great stuff.

We'll Get Out Of This by Lamely_Me (52k)

Jackson needs a pack. It's not easy to admit, but he needs one especially under the circumstances that he turned into a werewolf. The issue is that the Hale pack isn't really a pack. It's a ticking time bomb that's bound to end up with more dead bodies. Mark his words, he's going to leave this shit town behind him. Leave this pack that hates him, this Alpha that abuses him any chance he gets, this place that literally fucking killed him. He'll get out of this hell he's trapped in. And he does. He just never thought that would include Stiles Stilinski.

Not a pairing I ever thought I'd enjoy but this fic is beautiful, broken people putting each other back together and finding a new family after their first ones righteously fucked up.

Ficlets

Touch Therapy by syriala (4k)

“You’re hugging Peter,” Derek said from behind them, confusion very obvious in his voice. “Yep,” Stiles gave back, not moving from his current position, speaking more into Peter’s hair than anything. “Why are you hugging him?” Derek asked, and Stiles shrugged as best as he could, with his arms still around Peter. “He just woke up from a coma. I don’t even want to think about how long he went without a hug,” Stiles gave back. Or the one where Stiles derails Peter’s plans by aggressively hugging the shit out of him.

Buuut what if Stiles just fixed everything by hugging things?

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (2k)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn't appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much. (Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Stiles might not have souped up werewolf muscles but that's never been a problem before and he is definitely not letting this shit stand. He's enough god dammit.

Fix its

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller (94k for the whole series)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

This whole series is really fun (I'm also a Merlin fan so the nod makes me happy), the group of them are all super adorable and I love me a bit of Stiles getting to experience Hale pack life.

Hunting Pains by Ragga (230k)

It was a sad day when one had to resort to time travel because things were just so fucked up. Stiles should know. He went back to undo the whole ‘Beacon Hills is a death trap’ thing but for now he would just settle for knowing where the fuck he was. Even the year would be a nice start. Someone? Anyone? Or, the one where Stiles travels back in time, karma comes to bite him in the ass, and he ends up as Kate Argent's hunter mentor. He didn't take Peter Hale into account either, and he definitely didn't sign up for everything that came after. His life.

This should probably be labelled crack fic. It is completely unhinged in the best of ways. It feels very R-Rated scooby doo if the scooby doo crew did murder and Finstock is an absolute treasure in this fic.

Schrodinger's Wolves by wynnebat (20k)

When the Hale pack of Talia's day learns of their upcoming deaths, they summon an emissary from the future to weigh their loss against his future. They get Stiles, who has never been able to be impartial when it comes to people he loves.

In so many ways this fic is really cruel. Stiles is forced to make the worst decision, but we gotta lean into that angst and enjoy the ride.

Shameful Company by kaixo (ballpoint),

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth. "No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

In which Stiles is basically a stray cat, its Peter's fault he's back in the past in the first place and Lydia finally gets her revenge. Bloody brilliant but chris, Stiles is so broken.

If you want actual cat!Stiles Safe Place to Hide Away by TwistedAmusement13 is tooth rotting and so much fun.

Non-human Stiles

Blue Swede by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (61k whole series)

Peter was suspicious. Just generally, as a person. He always assumed his fellow man had impure motives until they proved otherwise, and then he still kept an eye out. But at this particular moment, he was specifically suspicious of Derek’s new girlfriend. He's not the only one.

This whole fic is beautifully adorable and hilarious. Stiles is an empath and he's totally on to Kate. The rest of the series is sweet and angsty and funny and generally brilliant.

Child King by ShanaStoryteller (66k)

Stiles is born with red eyes.

This was so fun, I am such a sucker for Werewolf Stiles and this fic was deeply satisfying.

Going Home by cywscross (16k)

The sea has always called to Stiles. Now he’s free to answer it. Peter just wants to put Beacon Hills as far behind him as physically possible. Stiles doesn’t say no, so he follows.

The worldbuilding for mermaids in this is brilliant, and Peter's quiet desperation always just moves me.

For Great Justice! by Green (24k)

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia. "Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

I mean, it just works so perfectly, Stiles should be a vengeance demon.

Red by Udunie (14k)

It only took a few more feet of trodding through the underbrush to finally find his dog, and the closer he got, the calmer Peter felt. Otis was still barking, but now he was close enough to recognize that it didn’t sound like alarm. It sounded like something between 'play!' and 'squirrel!' Peter realized he was probably spending too much time with only a dog for company. “Otis! What is it?” The dog was wagging his tail, guarding the roots of a tree, and as he got closer, Peter saw that it wasn’t actually the tree that got him hyped up, it was the shaggy ball of red fur nestled at the base. “The hell…” It was a small fox. At least it looked small, but Peter had no idea how big full grown foxes were. It looked small next to Otis.

In this one Peter is the human and it is mostly animal shenanigans but just so sweet. Fox Stiles is peak Stiles. Such a little shit.

AU

Windows by dr_girlfriend (83k)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

Derek thinks his neighbour is being rude and creepy, Stiles is just ready to throw down with the person who just stormed into his apartment for no apparent reason. Blind Stiles is wonderfully sassy and Derek is, as always, the worst at communicating.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 (17k)

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?” He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur. Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Stiles is a beautifully strange mess in this and the romance is wonderfully awkward in a way that only Derek can achieve, the wonderful little weirdo.

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup (14k)

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

Derek is an awkward ball of social anxiety and white lies that got out of hand, Stiles is way too willing to go along with things and combined they end up somewhere truly strange.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday (21k)

So far, college has taught Stiles three things: 1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101. 2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes. 3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around. Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Because every fandom needs a fraternity fic, chaos, pranks and shenanigans abound. Lots of fun!

Whatever Works by KouriArashi (61k)

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

Because Stiles and Peter are perfect for each other but if Stiles wants romance he's gonna have to stick with Derek. Love a good dose of why choose alongside intrigue and corporate lawyer Peter being the best arsehole he can be.

Angst - I still only do happy endings

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363 (87k)

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs. Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable. Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

This one is brutal but bloody hell the character building is beautiful and the attention to the gritty psychological impact of just continuing to survive. Beautifully written.

Call My Name by KouriArashi (81k)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

I love this one. It explores the idea of Stiles being in and out of mental institutions so when he starts to see Peter in Eichen not even he believes him. So much angst but a wonderful payoff.

In Between by Planthoughts (46k)

There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days. - Peter finds Stiles in the woods.

This one is dark but great. I'm a sucker for a soulmate fic and this is the most hurt/comfort of hurt/comforts.

Kid Fics

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (26k)

“What. Is that.” Scott looked up at him, apprehensive. “Her name’s Lily.” Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose. “Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-” “Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.” “Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Because Stiles+Peter+Children is my catnip. Add in a bit of Scott bashing I am off running.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith (65k)

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Peter's a mess, Stiles is a mess too but he hides it better. Family feels, adorable baby Hales and so much yarn that rereading this fic always makes me get out my knitting needles.

Worldbuilding Favourites

The Searching Ceremonies by KouriArashi (156k)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

I reckon I think about this fic at least once a month, this is a case fic with a generous serving of drama and romance. The world-building is incredible, the characters are built beautifully and the mentor/mentee relationship between Peter and Stiles gives me so much joy. One of my favourite fics of all time. The whole series is brilliant but the first one is the best one.

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (80k)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek. He looked extremely displeased.

Derek is a strange feral creature connected to the health of Beacon Hills, every year a new 'sacrifice' is chosen to look after him to stop the town from falling apart. Stiles is just so wonderfully caring in this and yet he still feels like a teenage boy, no supernatural compassion here. The world-building here is brilliant.

Bigfoot Told Me You Were Coming by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (25k)

Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles' home in the woods.

I don't know why but this fic totally gives me Studio Ghibli vibes, Stiles' witch cottage sounds like something out of Howl's Moving Castle.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (54k)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

The worldbuilding on this Hunger Games style universe is bloody brilliant and I love the characterisation of Stiles in here. Willing to do what he needs to do to survive but unshakingly committed to his beliefs.

Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation (172k)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange. Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Pretty brutal imagining of what would happen after a werewolf reveal and Stiles gets caught in the middle. Some pretty shocking stuff happens early on but this turns into a really interesting and brilliantly written fic.

SMUTTY

Cherry Picked by Bunnywest (37k)

The annual pack convention is a hell of an opportunity—it’s the chance to have wild, no-strings-attached sex with a willing werewolf partner under the guise of providing 'hospitality' for the entire week of the Inter-pack Convention, and this year it’s Beacon Hills’ turn to host. And Stiles is finally twenty one, old enough to offer himself. He’s planned for this, deliberately stayed single all this time so he qualifies (because Weres are weirdly possessive and insist on virgin ass—apparently, just like with olive oil, it’s superior. Whatever.) Stiles isn't sure what it says about him that he goes weak at the knees at the thought of a werewolf holding him down and having his way with him, or why he gets stupidly turned on at a throaty growl or a peek of fang, and to be honest he doesn't really care. All he knows is that it pushes all his buttons, and he’ll never have a chance like this again. Now he just has to get himself selected.

This one is a little out of nowhere because who knew Deuc/Stiles would be a fun pairing but this fic has lots of smut, many feels and some fun world-building.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn (47k)

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Peter and Stiles are such unrelenting arseholes to each other in this fic. It's delightful.

Warning: Contents Are Under Pressure by Shey (68k)

God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order. Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted. Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.

I am weak for this grouping and this one is a lot of fun. Plenty of angst, fluffy feels.

Five Days of Dickings by drunktuesdays, mklutz (17k)

Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.

This is smut. Pure, end to end kinky smut. But heck the Stiles/Cameraman Derek pairing is ridiculously cute.