slasher-club · 6 days ago
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I always use my schools drawing tablets for their intended purpose
also my aspec herb interpretation I think dan was his only romantic experience or at least the closest he’s ever been to another living person
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heretodestroyou · 1 year ago
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Hello i am requesting for Carmen from the Bear!! Something sweet and heart warming about Carmen being worried about the reader and just the whole kitchen seeing how in love he is ❤️ thank you
yes to heaven.
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pairing(s); carmen “carmy” berzatto x gn!reader
fandom; the bear (fx on hulu)
w/c; 758 words
trigger/content warnings; brief sexual implications, brief mention of past injuries, language, richie (he’s a warning all by himself), tina n richie being mean to carmy lol, tina and reader chisme together, is this another fic with an ldr song title????, brief touches on carmy’s trauma (not in-depth cuz this is a fluff fic), not-proof read, lmk if i missed anything.
stella speaks! i need him biblically. at first, i was like “mmm, jeremy allen white” as a joke. but bro. i don’t think it’s a joke anymore…
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Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto who’s always watching you. Who has his eye on you, if you will ;)
Carmy, whose eyes are trailing your figure when you first meet. Not in a sexual way, just taking in every detail. The way you stand, the way you move your hands when you talk. Any time you wear a shirt more than once, the nervous tics you have while he tries your food, if you have any visible tattoos, freckles, or birthmark. His eyes snag on every little thing you do for a split second.
Carmy, whose gaze is locked in your hands while you demonstrate your abilities. He’s taking in every scar, every cut, every tear, every burn that was once fresh in the skin of your hands and committing it to memory. He doesn’t know why, he just is.
Carmy, whose eyes will flicker to your face every so often as you cook, lingering in the scrunch of your brow, the purse of your lip, the muttering under you breath, every curve and divet on your cheeks.
Carmy, whose brain short-circuits the first time he sees you in anything other than your lose white tee, black pants and blue apron. Logically, he knows your body has always been shaped that way, so why is heat crawling up his neck in the biting Chicago air?
Carmy, whose new favorite thing is watching you cook. Especially the recipes you know by heart, when every lovely movement your body makes is muscle memory. Seamless and smooth.
Carmy who appreciates the habit you have of cleaning your station as you cook. Those pale blue eyes locked in you as he exits his office, watching you dumping veggies in a crock pot before scooping up the cutting board, knife, and any food waste and making short work of it.
Carmy who is personally offended by Richie watching you cook. Richie and his Richie-esque comments making him roll his eyes, or warning a scoff. “Makes you wanna know what other moves they can do, eh?” “Shut the fuck up, cousin.”
Carmy, whose habit of paying microscopically close attention to you has whispers from Marcus to Tina to Sydney to you. He appreciates the way you wave them off, using the new kid excuse.
Carmy, who’s been reduced to a stuttering mess when you confront him privately about it. He’s spilling out excuses, until you quietly ask him if he wants to grab coffee with you sometime.
Carmy who, the more and more he arrives to work either with you or with a dumb smile on his face, is getting endless teasing from Richie and Tina. Sydney quietly smiles at him, but mainly sticks to talking about the nature of y’all’s relationship with you.
Carmy, who admittedly fears anytime you let sitting with Tina, exchanging words that have her yelling curses or exclamations in Spanish.
Carmy, who has a retort ready for Richie when he asks you if that means he has a chance now, only to clamp his mouth shut when you wordlessly flip Richie off, bringing another soft look into Carmy’s eyes and a dumb grin on his lips.
Carmy who has to kiss every scar, every mark, every little thing in your body when given the chance. It’s a love language, remembering and worshipping every little thing about you.
Carmy who has his eyes on you so much, regulars at The Beef are silently questioning if there’s anything going on. (there is, but Carmy would sooner be Richie’s personal chef than admit it to customers.)
Carmy whose new greates comfort is you. Any fleeting fragment of you. Maybe you washed his clothes once and now they smell like you. Maybe you hugged him so much your scent lingers in his nose. Maybe he’s got a small piece of jewelry from you or reminiscent of you. Anything that has to do with you can bring him out of the deepest panic.
Carmy who swears up and down and to the ends of the Earth that he’s never gonna lose you. It’s not even an option anymore. He would actually just fall to pieces on the floor.
Carmy who shows the uglier parts of him slowly. You actually have to peel back the first layer and stare it directly in the face without fear before he shows you more. He’s just so scared.
Carmy who’s so so grateful you don’t try to fix him. You just leave him as he is, just giving extra love to those broken bits.
Carmy who used to hate love songs before you arrived.
Carmy who was losing faith in the very idea of love until you arrived.
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spn2006 · 4 months ago
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thinking about the years that sam was at stanford and it was just dean and john alone together, for really the first time in dean’s entire life. do you ever wonder how quiet the car rides must’ve been? how restless dean was, sleeping for the first time in a room with no sam. how many times do you think john almost bought extra supplies for sammy at whatever run down drug store he ran into, just as a force of habit. do you think the two of them ever grieved, knowing their sweet boy was still alive but practically dead to them. and what about the arguments they must’ve had, when the absence of sam got so overwhelming and they had to blame someone and had nothing else to do but shout at each other—but never loud enough for sam to hear.
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yanluvr · 3 months ago
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i present to you… amir!! my yan!angel oc
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(this is amir’s human/angel form)
this wolf in sheep’s skin unfortunately died in his early 20’s when he reached the peak of his life at the wheels of a car accidentally crashing into him. he felt worthless when the realization dawned on him that he had unexpectedly lost his life and now had nothing. but he was given another chance when the higher ups in Heaven assigned him as a guardian angel to a stranger who seemed to have bad luck wherever they went.
it was like love at first sight. this right here was amir’s second chance to feel accomplished and happy. this human was vulnerable to the dangers of the world. he’d never let them suffer like he did. he’d protect them even if it cost him his afterlife.
he begins to follow them everywhere like an abandoned puppy. even when they’re at home. watching over them when they sleep. standing in front of the bathroom stall they’re using. as well as making life a lot easier for them. their last favorite pastry at the bakery they always visit is right there waiting. a chill breeze passing through them in a hot day. their boss and co workers are treating them decently as well!
life is looking good for you. amir is happy that you’re happy! but… wait— who is that? you’re getting too popular. co workers start asking you to attend parties, clubs, and for your number too? one of them even got bold to ask you out to dinner.
what’s this pain in his chest?
this just won’t do.
amir loves you. he cares about you more than anything. he was assigned to you because he had to protect you from the worst of the world. who knows what this human wants from you. it’s fine. it’ll be fine. he’ll protect you. like he always has. like he always will.
except he doesn’t know your little secret that you can see both demons and angels. and how you want to taint him so badly.
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the-bar-sinister · 7 months ago
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"But why does it matter if they're attracted to more than one gender-- they're already partnered with (character)!"
Ya'll are so fuckin' monogamous.
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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 6 months ago
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I'm talking like.... chaste kisses and handholding for like 6 months or smth. Cuddling gradually gets thrown in the mix but like... idk trust takes time. Like the relationship is progressing at the pace of couple of middle schoolers.
And like theres a heart to heart about what ur cool with, what Simon's cool with.... if one of you is uncomfortable for any reason or just straight up don't want physical contact u guys don't find it rude to full out say "hey don't touch me rn." "I love ya but I don't want a hug" "I need personal space"
THAT SAID SOMETIMES YOU GUYS ARE STUCK TO EACHOTHER LIKE BARNACLEs
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FUCK IT. I'M DOING IT.
words: 750~ cw: 09 Ghost backstory (implied)
Slow.
Not in a torturous way, no.
It's a peaceful kind of slow.
Because you're sort of like him, aren't you? You don't want to be touched blindly and constantly.
You don't need to.
So it's slow.
Sitting on the couch with a gap between you.
A gap that gets smaller and smaller.
You see it happening.
Like a stray cat who inches ever closer to the human that feeds it on the street every day.
Slow progress. One inch at a time.
That's Simon Riley for you.
One day your knees brush together. His doing.
The next, slowly, his whole leg presses against yours.
Then his shoulder and arm.
The skin where his glove doesn't quite meet his sleeve, exposed, rubs against yours on accident one time. It was warm, sent a tingle down his spine.
He sets his hand on yours, open palm against yours, fingers pressing on yours, not intertwined, just touching, wrists rubbing together, seeking a friction he never quite knew he wanted to feel.
Then his fingers lock onto yours.
From then, he begins carefully bringing your hand up with his, fingers tangled resting on his knee, his arm laced with yours.
He very carefully holds your hand in public, making sure you don't get lost. Fidgets with your fingers when he's bored. Takes it with progressively more confidence.
Then, he starts putting his head on you, tentatively so, causing you to freeze every time he does it, regarding him from the corner of your eye like he might get spooked and go away if you move.
He sets it on the crown of your head the first time, then, on your shoulder, always looking away, feigning disinterest, his thumb, meanwhile, rubbing your knuckles and palm and back.
Then he sets it down on your chest one time, very tentatively so. It's Simon's favorite spot, you've come to notice. Hearing your heartbeat, your breathing, feeling it rise and fall.
Then, he's on your lap. A head setting there as he watches TV, trying to act like he's not vibrating inside, with both anxiety and pleasure.
He takes your hand one day and sets it on his head. You leave it be, simply holding him there, as dead weight...
Until he starts softly rubbing against it, seeking your fingers, your palm. Then, you start caressing his hair. You do it anytime now.
His own hands seek you out very gingerly. He holds your waist, or your hips, or your wrists more often than not, like it's fragile material, that might break under him.
He resumes his little head exploration. Mostly setting his temple against yours, his forehead on yours, his nose on yours. He closes his eyes for those, not quite wanting to see...
Simon nuzzles his large nose against your cheek one time, very gently so, and your lips rub together, and he presses in, like he's fearfully stepping into a minefield.
It feels warm, and nice, your lips are soft and give under his, never pushing back too hard, letting him set the pace.
You start kissing all the time from then on, his hands carefully holding some part of you, chaste kisses, and nuzzling into you like a cat trying to leave his scent.
It's not like he doesn't know what he's doing, before everything, Simon had had his fair share of 'escapades'... But it's all different now. So much different.
The first time his lips part and carefully swipe at your bottom lip, it surprises you. Months worth of chaste kisses suddenly cut off by a new advancement. He liked the sound you made. So he started doing that more often.
His tongue would swipe at your lips, until slowly it breached them, poking inside to find yours and, and, with a sigh that sounded like a weight off his shoulders, rubbing them together softly.
Then that turned into more confident touches, fingers digging in, into your body, waist, hip, thighs, arms..., and guiding your hands to places he trusted you to touch and knead at. His shoulders, his biceps, his hip.
Simon'd slot all his weight atop of you, trapping you to the couch or mattress and make out with you, shuddering as your thighs softly squeezed his hip. His hands sliding up and down, caressing, slowly, mapping out where he could and should go.
He never felt so safe as when he had his hands slotted on your body, kneading greedily onto you, yours caressing up his back, his mouth busy with your tongue, and his mind void of any thoughts other than the sound of your breathing and the way your chest rose and fell against his own.
(I GOT LAZY FOR THE SMUT PART, SORRY)
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bldylst · 1 year ago
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░⃞🔪; 𝐒ʟᴀsʜᴇʀs 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; ʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍs ʜᴇᴇʟsʜɪʀᴇ, sᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.
𝐓𝐖: 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜 - chubby reader mentions, mentions of sᴇx, mentions of blood.
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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞
— Brahams is quite jealous on the scale of 1/10 he is a 10, he will also get very clingy and will undoubtedly kill the person who has stolen his attention. He will be watching you behind the walls and will take you with him.
— he will keep you in one of the rooms of the mansion until you learn your lesson or he will even take you behind the walls for a long time, he will probably fuck you.
— He will cling to you with all his strength until your plump, soft body aches from all the pressure in the hug.
— He will force you to have sex, even if you don't want to, he will be rough and very angry, your body will hurt and believe me, he won't get tired until you are his.
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𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
— Stu seems not to be the jealous type, however he is, although he hides it quite well with jokes and his 1/10 school sense of humor is a safe 8 more than a 9.
— He will kiss you and look at the person who has caught your attention with warning, he will hug you tightly while doing so.
— You will know that he is jealous when he becomes more joking and playful telling sexual anecdotes about the two of you (if you are sexually active), he will even make you horny and try to prove that you are his.
— Without a doubt the next day you will see on the news that there is a dead man with a heart carved into his chest and in your room there will be a note stained with blood.
— Oh, there will definitely be sex and he won't be nice and playful, he will be rough and threaten you with his knife.
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centipede-gutzz · 9 months ago
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📸 CONFESSIONS [DANNY JOHNSON X GN READER]
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A/N: this feels like it should be a fic but i don't wanna write so it's "headcanons" instead. i need this man.
WARNINGS: blood, slight violence, make out sessions.
TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, romantic
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Grass and dirt cover your backside as you're forcibly pushed to the ground. Sparks fly from the generator you were just working on, stuttering and smoking.
It was almost finished too. You look up to glare at the looming shadow on top of you. The Entity's choice of the killer for today was Ghostface himself, just perfect. You try to pry away from him but it's no use now, with your arms being pinned above your head to keep you from struggling.
"Oh, no no no! Can't have you scattering off again, now can we," Danny chuckles out while wagging his finger. God if you were able to move, you would punch this asshole so hard he would be out of commission for weeks.
He seems to notice your scowl and raises his knife to your throat, inches away from slicing. "Look how helpless you are. It pairs real nice with your pretty face," he says with a teasing tone of voice. You call him out, a smug grin plastered on your face as you point out the effects you must have on him. He must be head over heels for you if you're still alive and not on that dreaded hook.
Your taunting works as he grips his knife in anger. If only that mask was off, perhaps he was all flushed. Seems like your guess was correct.
"You're going to regret saying that, you little shit".
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☆- as much as he doesn't want to admit it out loud, he really is obsessed with you.
☆- you're the only survivor with both bark and bite, always coming back with remarks and teases. it drives him mad.
☆- danny tries so hard to push back the giddiness he feels when he sees you during matches.
☆- seems like the type to subconsciously go for everyone else and save you for last so both of you are with each other for longer (which he does).
☆- always likes to take pictures of you whether you notice or not. when you're working on a generator, helping your teammates, or simply just sitting at the survivor camp laughing and smiling at your friends. likes to string them up on the walls of his cabin to admire your wonderful looks.
☆- he can't tell whether it's some weird obsession or genuine love. he doesn't have much experience with those types of feelings so it's not the easiest to pinpoint. you guys are just going to be stuck in this little cat and mouse game if neither of you make a move.
☆- danny grows on you as time passes by. while you don't show your interest in the same way he does, you just like to play along with his games. he loves a challenge, so you'll give him one.
☆- despite witnessing how shocked and flustered he gets whenever you say something back to him, you can't help but question if he truly feels the same way. you'd think he would've made a move by now.
☆- it starts to get to you. you're tired of running around in circles and having your thoughts plagued with questions and wonders about what he feels, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.
☆- during one of the many matches you had against ghostface, you were the final one left. desperately trying to listen for that glorious low drone of the open hatch.
☆- you clutch your bleeding sides, palms stained red. an attempt to unhook dwight let to you being attacked by danny (he blows you a kiss right after).
☆- the hatch is in your sights now, exhaling a breath of relief as you make a run for your exit. before you can reach it, a knife is dug into your shoulder.
☆- you cry out as you stumble onto the floor, danny's laughter ringing in your ears. you hit the ground in frustration as you hiss in pain.
☆- he lowers himself to look you in the eyes all the while taunting you, reaching in his pocket to pull out his camera for another picture.
☆- perhaps it's time to throw your thoughts out the window, you think to yourself as you pull him down to kiss the mouth part of his mask. you hear him make a noise of surprise as he drops his camera and jumps off you.
☆- for once in his life, danny is at a loss for words. he brings a gloved hand to his mask, breath heavy and heart racing. he was so caught off-guard that he didn't notice you crawl into the hatch, ending the match while he stands there dazed.
☆- when you spawn back at camp, the others congratulate you for making it out on your own. a couple of them ask you how you managed get out, yet you can only mumble out that it was pure luck, hoping they don't see your flushed face.
☆- danny is no different of course. he immediately makes a beeline to his cabin to think about everything that happened, the kiss replaying in his head over and over. he falls to his knees and glances up at your photos, wondering how this moment ever came to be.
☆- it's complete radio silence from then on. you haven't gone against him for about a week and you didn't even catch him stalking the survivor camp like he usually does.
☆- you start to wonder if you went to far, guilt creeping up on your mind. maybe he didn't see you that way. this whole situation made you seem out of it and unmotivated, your fellow survivors questioning your state of mind.
☆- you decide to stay on the outskirts of the camp one night. the others are making idle chat around the fire while waiting for the next match to finish. you kick a pebble as you stare at the grassy earth, lost in your thoughts.
☆- suddenly, hands cover your mouth and eyes as you get dragged into the forest. you thrash around violently and swear into the hand to let you go but the perpetrator's grip never falters.
☆- soon enough, you're being dragged into a cabin in the depths of the woods. you get dropped to the floor, the wood creaking below your weight. quickly raising to your feet, you yell various profanities and questions at the kidnapper before stopping to see danny standing in front of you.
☆- his mask is nowhere to be seen, yet his face still remains hidden underneath his hood. fist are balled to his sides as you feel his eyes gaze into your own. you think it's time to apologize for what you did.
☆- before you could even muster a word, his lips are on yours. they're chapped but you can't bring yourself to care as arms wrap around your shoulders, pushing you against the wall. you stumble a bit at first but quickly return the kiss with the same desperation.
☆- tongues dance together sinfully as you both make up for lost time, hands grasping whatever they could find. you don't know how long it's been going on for, constantly taking breaks to catch your breath before kissing him again. but god, something deep in your mind begs it for it to never stop.
☆- the air is too hot for your liking as you pull away (holding back a chuckle in reaction to danny's whine at the loss of contact). even when you're this close to him, his face is never shown. you would ask to see, but perhaps that's for a later time when you gain more trust.
☆- he looks at you, eyes filled with hunger and adoration. you try your hardest not to look away in embarrassment, and instead stare back with lidded eyes.
☆- "i think i'm in love with you." danny finally breaks the silence in the air. you raise an eyebrow as if to ask "you think?"
☆- danny grumbles and turns his gaze to the side. "give me a break, things never got this out of hand." you're confused about what he meant but quickly realized he meant love in general. it makes sense to you, seeing his stalking habits and actual murdering sprees.
☆- yeah, you could say that he's into you.
☆- you give him a warm smile, affirming him that you plan to help him through the roller-coaster of love. he rests his head on the crook of your neck in silent thanks as you feel the smile against your skin.
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https-alberich · 3 months ago
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CW: Kidnappings. Nonconsentual kissing. Talk of body mutilation. Reader discretion is advised.
Notes: Guys I'm going crazyyy
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Groaning, you squeezed your eyes shut. Despite being in darkness, everything was so fucking bright. Your head throbbed and your limbs were sluggish and God- you were going to throw up and be sick and pray for death – all at the same time.
When you felt your body slowly begin to adjust to the unfamiliarity of your environment you felt confident enough to open your eyes.
You tried to feel around, looking for a sense of familiarity in this new place. What were you doing last anyways? You were in the cafeteria… and you were eating lunch… and your head hurt so you were going to the nurse and then there was nothing but-
Darkness.
You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as best as you could, trying to ignore the horrible throb of your blood pumping through your skull, delivering much needed oxygen was obviously very important, but did it really have to do it in a way that hurt so much? What about your friends? Your family? Would they come looking for you? How long were you out in the first place – where the authorities involved?
So many questions.
Not enough time to find any proper answers.
You could hear soft breathing on you’re the back neck, the warmth of someone else’s breathing on your skin warming your body - this wasn’t normal. The blood drained from your face, and you shivered. Where were you- what is this place- this isn’t your bed- these aren’t your sheets-
“Mnh… Stop moving my love…” the voice came out strained and tired. Whoever they were, they weren’t happy you had disturbed their nap? Sleep? It was hard to tell what time of the fucking day it was seeing that there were no windows in the room where you were – inevitably – going to spend the rest of your life in. But nevertheless, it made your blood chill. Who the fuck was this person- what was going on-
“My darling.” The voice was stern as the person sat up and ran a hand through their dishevelled hair. “Stop wriggling. You looked so cute when you slept… you know I just couldn’t help myself.” They smiled.
A smile on their lips.
One that didn’t make their way to their eyes.
“You don’t mind, don’t you? I mean of course you don’t! You’re my little darling partner after all.” They chuckled, like this sort of thing was normal. A whimper escaped your throat, and you frowned. “Of course you don’t.” They reassured themselves, telling themselves that whatever sort of sick perverted fantasy they were satisfying was completely normal and healthy! They eagerly moved closer to you, reaching over and grabbing your neck with a force that made your head throb in protest.
You couldn’t help the pained squeak that left your lips when their fingers squeezing around your windpipe. 
“If you- dare pull a stunt like that again.” They hissed. “I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell. I’ll carve my name into your skin and show you off to everyone you know.” They whispered; voice laced with a sharp poison. A threat that you knew not to disregard as them playing with you. “But don’t worry darling.” They pulled away. “Be good and I won’t have to!” They hummed, smiling.
The constant switch from caring to terrifying made you shiver.
What do you even do to warrant such a reaction? Did you look at someone for too long? Look at them the wrong way? Give someone a wrong impression? Who the hell even is this person? You’ve never met them before in your fucking life!
“It’s ok...” They mumbled, leaning in to kiss the tender skin at the crook of your neck. “You don’t have to talk to anyone else down here. Except me of course!” They pulled away, giggling manically. “I have the whole wedding all planned out! I’m sure you don’t mind.”
“You’re mine after all.”
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© Written By https-Alberich. Do not copy, steal or translate without permission.
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dollepins · 1 year ago
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kiss me, comfort me
kevin khatchadourian x reader. fluff, kisses, reader is afraid of the dark. might be a little ooc because it’s my first time writing for him. very short, 0.4k words.
warnings — none, unless the dark triggers you i guess? but it’s really nothing, and i use a curse word or two.
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kevin, of all the things he did understand, did not for one second comprehend how someone could be afraid of something as simple as the dark. the logic did not add up, in his opinion. darkness is natural; the sun sets and moon takes its place, humans turn off their lights and drift to sleep.
why does that scare you?
you honestly didn’t know why you told him. all he did was smile a bit and poke fun at you, but when he turned away, you couldn’t help but feel it in the pit of your stomach—how stupid you were. how silly. why would you ever go to him for comfort when he barely ever offers it to you anyway? you bite the inside of your cheek.
maybe you thought there were monsters in the corner of your room sometimes. maybe it was just irrational and dumb, with no reasoning to back it up other than a simple cliché.
either way, you knew that later, when he turned the lights off to lure you both into sleep’s grasp, the teasing would begin once more. well, you thought.
your eyes were shut tight for a moment after the room encased itself in black, and after a moment you felt the weight of the bed shifting and kevin’s slender hands pulling you closer to him. it was easy for you to allow him to pull your back flush to his chest. this was your routine every night, but it felt different now that your secret was out.
kevin’s words—his words that, usually, never carry an inch of sympathy—possessed a certain protectiveness to them now. worry, adoration, whatever you’d like to call it. still, you heard a raspy, “you okay?”
your eyes snapped open. is he really concerned? or is this an elaborate trick?
“i’m fine. jus’ sleepy, kev,” and it was the truth, but not fully. the darkness was still scaring the shit out of you, but being in kevin’s arms added to your drowsiness made things a little better. you were calmer, not as tense.
his hum thrums through your ear and to the rest of your body. “okay. i’m here with you, you know?”
he says it quietly, almost unsure. it sounds foreign to you because you almost never witness him so— hesitant. your breathing slows a little as you begin to get the picture. he is offering you comfort. despite not completely understanding the concept, he wants to give it to you.
instead of choosing to respond directly, you sigh contently and say, “g’night.”
you’re happy when he presses a light kiss to the top of your head and says it back, even gentler. “goodnight, honey.”
— ( dollepins # 2023 )
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a-not-so-clean-blog · 1 year ago
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Yandere Nu carnival
Warnings: kidnapping, drugs, violence, stalking
Yakumo
He's so sweet, how can you say no to that face? You never really get to see his yandere tendencies, and he plans to keep it that way as long as possible. The only time he has ever appreciated his snake power was when he can punish people who were mean to you. He genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy, and he's happy watching you flourish. Vengeance and violence are his only yandere tendencies but never directed to you. No matter what he would never hurt you. He would be heartbroken if you fell for someone else. Torn apart between his love for you and his need to have you happy.
Edmond
He fights with his feelings for you constantly. He knows what he's feeling is wrong but he can't stop. It's your fault he can't get you out of his head. He will have some of his men keep an eye on you when he has to take care of duties for the king or Eiden. His guards are never allowed to interact with you though. If he finds out one of them touched you! No one will be able to find the body. He takes your safety more seriously than he takes the kings. He hates these overwhelming feelings. He will sometimes bake you sweets and leave it on your doorstep. He doesn't get close to you. He desperately wants to, but he's so scared to mess it up. He feels unworthy of your attention. Unless something happens to you and he has to intervene you probably won't see him. You'll just have a secret admirer.
Olivine
Unknowingly manipulative. He wants to be a beacon of light in this scary world for you. It's not his fault that his fans are crazy, but if they ever say anything to you he's always there with open arms ready to comfort you. He scolds his followers who get jealous of you. He understands their jealousy though, he feels the same when he sees you with others. Although he doesn't act on his jealousy. He would write stories about you to read to the kids who come to the temple. He would also write some private stories for himself as well. He feels guilty about these stories and will get you little gifts the next day…you have lots of little gifts from him.
Quincy
For a man so big he is deadly quiet when he wants to be. If you're from the tribe he checks in on you every once in a while but doesn't do much else. If you're from the city though… Just a clumsy little thing that wandered too far into his territory. There's no way you'd survive without him, you're far too weak. So he's got to protect you right? He's always had protective instincts but has never felt the need to act like this before. Topper is worried about him but there's nothing to be worried about, he's just watching over you. If you get too lost and stumble into his cabin he thinks it's perfect. He can put in the effort this once to take care of this little stray.
Kuya
This is a big game to him but it's a game he's going to win. You started off as a play thing he became obsessed with. Just a lost little rabbit that fell into the foxes den. He doesn't even need to touch you to punish you. Illusions of your loved ones dying or feeling your bones break. You feel everything and its so real that you can't think straight when you come out of the illusion. Half the time he lets you cry in his arms after the punishment asking softly if you learned your lesson. You nod your head as you cry but you know you'll be punished again. He will use any excuse to punish you just to see more of your delicious reactions. You're too scared to try and run, you really are a rabbit in his maw.
Blade
He wants to know everything about you. Isolating, he gets extremely jealous when others are near you. Unironically calls you darling. Eliminator who will kill anyone who he thinks gets close to you. The only exception is the clan members because he can't make Eiden sad, but he will hurt them as a warning if he feels the need to. He does not feel like what he's doing is wrong, he just knows he feels so strongly. The only other person allowed to get close to you is Eiden because it's “double cuteness”. Totally delusional as well. He thinks you love him just as much as he loves you and there's no way to get him to see reality.
Garu
Puppy. He just wants to be by your side. His feelings and affection for you are genuine. Unfortunately his fear of abandonment is what could trigger some of his more obsessive tendencies. Escape is not an option either if you try to avoid him or run away well you're not going to get very far when he can just sniff you out. Him and Karu have been alone for so long and will be heartbroken if you were to leave. He's incredibly protective of you and is always on the lookout if anybody would want to try to hurt or take advantage of you. Just don't leave him and he'll do pretty much anything you want.
Karu
Now unlike Karu who is content just being near you, Garu needs to have you. He is much more possessive and just as protective. While Karu will beat up people who say things behind your back, Garu will tear them apart if someone so much as looks at you wrong. After he will grab your arm with his bloody hand and drag you away. You are his and will make sure you know your place.
Dante
He wants to keep you close. He would give you an easy job in the palace like feeding the animals or cleaning the arena. Not something too dangerous, but close enough to danger that it impresses you whenever you see him beast taming or training soldiers. He wants you to think he's strong, smart, and perfect. Even if he knows he's not perfect he wants you to look up to him, maybe even worship him. He's pretty tame as long as you don't try to leave Solaria or get a boyfriend/girlfriend. If you do he won't take it out on you though. He will simply get rid of whoever dares get close to you. He is all you will ever need anyway, it's not like anyone else can provide more than him.
Rei
Oh yeah he'll just kidnap you. He thinks and plans so fast so it's only a few days between meeting you and taking you. However the whole thing was miraculously planned out. It only took him a few days to learn everything about you, you really should have better home security. Well that doesn't really matter because you're coming to his cabin anyway. You can't even fight him, not in a way that matters. He's too smart to trick and won't lower his guard. If he thinks for a moment you are planning something he has plenty of drugs to keep you complacent.
Eiden
He already has a giant harem, so why not join it? He can flirt his way into most guys' pants so he will definitely use that experience on you. He figures if he can seduce you he can win your heart after. First he just needs to show what he's good at. He may also convince some of the other clan members to help win you over. Blade Garu Yakumo and Olivine are more than happy to have a new friend around. If they are yandere too then you don't stand a chance. You want to get away? Nope, now you have a clan member escorting you back to Eiden. Its not that bad, Eiden doesn't punish or anything like that. Still your basically stuck in a gilded cage.
Aster
Unfortunately you have no choice but to do what he says. He has so much blackmail on you. Most of it is small things that don't matter, but a collection of every mistake you've made you can't ignore. He has blackmail on your family too, enough to get them executed. You don't want your friends or family caught in this, right? As long as you continue to dote on him he won't say a word. He doesn't want gifts or anything from you. Just your presence, attention, and maybe some blood…
Morvay
Does it count as a stalker if you know he's there? Like always there. He visits you any chance he gets, and he has so much free time. He'll annoy Aster for spending money to buy you gifts. Not wholesome gifts like some of the others, no he'd rather get you lingerie or a toy and once even got you a small bottle of aphrodisiac. He won't act without consent but he is constantly wearing you down. You can't get a moment of peace. He will insert himself into your life until you think of him as much as he thinks of you. At the end of the day he just wants you to use him.
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yanluvr · 9 months ago
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Dilf max please?
max watches from afar with a smile as you play tag with your daughter in her wolf form, she ended up getting the majority of his werewolf genes and because of that she’s an energetic, strong, and fearless little girl. while she does have his wolf side, she looks so much like you. an adorable little version of you. he almost dreads the day when she’ll get a mate for life just like he did with you.
“haha! max, honey- help get this rascal off me!” you were laughing as you tried desperately to push your daughter off of your chest as she was attacking your face with licks, her eyes watching your reactions mischievously. max was obsessed with your little family, the palm of his hand transformed into a paw as he turned and sped towards you to kiss you as well.
“AH! m-max you traitor- pfft ahaha!!” you were near tears as the two precious hybrids showed you love. max would protect the two of you, even if it killed him.
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the-bar-sinister · 1 year ago
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Karl Heisenberg calls you ‘kiddo’ and smushes his hat down onto your head with a big grin on his face.
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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 7 months ago
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HSJSHF someone from Johnny's past running into him and being like TF HAPPENED TO THE GUY WHO THREW BRICKS AT COP CARS????
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Little drabble about that because it inspired me:
Johnny MacTavish was a punk
Picture me this:
The 141 decide to go to a pub after coming back from a mission and doing debrief. It's the same as usual, sitting on a table, talking, Johnny being loud.
"Well, I'll be damned! John MacTavish?" A Scottish-brogued voice comes from behind Johnny's shoulder. It makes Johnny freeze immediately and he turns, as do the rest of the men.
"Oi! What are ye doin' 'ere?" Johnny greets and immediately stands to give his old mate a hug, before introducing him to the rest of the men. "How ye been, mate?"
"How've I been? How've YOU been? Look at ye! I barely recognized ye, lad! Good thing ye've still got that stupid fuckin' mohawk a'yers!" His friend says.
"'Still'?" Kyle asks from his spot at the table, seeming amused by the whole display.
"Aw yea! John's always had that fuckin' thing all the way from Year 7 or so." His friend replies.
"No way? That long?" Kyle teases.
"Always had bad taste, eh, Johnny?" Simon quips from across the table.
"It's nae bad taste!!! It's just a style I like!" Johnny tries to defend himself.
"Style? Lad, we lived the punk life, fuck are ye talkin' 'bout 'style'?" His friend joins in on the teasing.
"A punk?! Yer kiddin'! With the studded belts, piercings, and hair spikes and everythin'?" Kyle jokes.
"Oh yeh, we used to call 'im John 'FUCK THE POLIS' MacTavish." His friend adds, getting the rest of the man to laugh.
"Oh, please, sit." John remarks and extends a seat to Johnny's friend. "And say, do you have any pictures of that time?"
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baby-princess-pumpkin · 3 months ago
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Caregiver Jack, The House That Jack Built
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I do not recommend this movie to the faint of heart or those of you under 18. It’s a very intense movie and it’s not for everyone. Watch at your own risk ⛔️
To me he just feels like a dad, like he’d protect me from the world and do the best he could to raise me. Driving me around the country with him, taking me to different places and providing the best childhood experiences he never had. He’d never bring me to the incidents, he doesn’t want me to end up like him. In my mind he does build his house, one especially for me to grow up in. He struggles emotionally, but he does his best to put on a smile for me. I know others might not see it, but it’s how I feel. I just feel like he’d keep me safe.
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https-alberich · 3 months ago
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CW: Kidnappings. Use of knives/blades. Nonconsentual licking(?). Talk of body mutilation. Reader discretion is advised.
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“Hey. Look at me.” Their voice comes out as a growl as they grabbed at the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks, making little kissy faces at you. “What’s wrong?” They whispered. “Did I tie the ropes on your hands and feet too tight?” They gave you a small frown, looking guilty, “I’m sorry… But you know it's for your own good my darling angel. I really can’t have you running away like last time.”
They whispered, looking at you with wide, bright eyes. “That would make me mad you know.” They smiled before they leaned in to lick your cheek, savouring the taste of your sweat on their tongue. “And you know I hate it when I get mad at you angel. Because when I’m mad at you… you end up crying. And when you cry…” They leaned in closer, resting their face in the crook of your neck, “I get sad…” they mumbled before they eagerly licked at the sensitive skin. 
They shivered in delight, body shuddering as the blood rushed to their cheeks. You couldn’t help but recoil in disgust. Wincing as they let out the softest of moans. “Oh, my darling. How is it that even your fear tastes divine?” They chuckled as you shot them a glare. “Your eyes… they contain such a fire… so much hatred.” In a flash, the gleam of a blade was threatening to puncture the soft flesh of your eyeball. “It’s an ugly look. I don’t like it.” Their voice came out sharp and soft.
Dangerous.
“Do that again. And I will not hesitate to cut out your eyes… then you’d have to use me as your eyes!” They giggled, like the idea of you being entirely dependent on them was some sort of sick fantasy they indulged in. “I can add it to my shrine too- oh darling.” They cooed. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
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