#I can’t be the only one who was obsessed with hide and seek as a kid

[jell-o-mel]

Enough with genderfluid stereotypes where genderfluid people are very fashionable or where genderfluid people are liquids, I made a new, superior stereotype: genderfluid people are very good at hide and seek.

It all makes sense! People are constantly trying to find the genderfluid and genderfluid people have to be good at hiding or else we would have been found already.

[b1mbodoll]

i sent that reader baby trapping jake ask and saw someone ask abt the other way around and what if,,,they both had the intention of doing it to each other and it's just a rlly fucked up relationship ya know (giving netflix you vibes)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: babytrapping + breeding + manipulation + stalking + dubcon + jealousy + panty sniffing + panty stealing + pregnancy ment + cervix fucking + daddy kink

💌: this has got to be my favorite idea yet omg???

the relationship you had with jake was confusing. it started off as the two of you fucking whenever you were horny, simple enough right? wrong. so wrong. the longer you two continued messing around, the deeper your infatuation with him grew, wanting nothing more than to be an official couple. but you couldn’t tell him, after all you were the one who told jake you didn’t want a relationship. he respected your wishes but every time he found himself in your bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if he fucked you raw without warning. would you let him cum inside you? or make him pull out?

he was obsessed with you, scarily so, breaking into your apartment when you were out, seeking out your hamper and sniffing your dirty panties before ultimately deciding to stuff them in his pocket to take home. he was also constantly following you around at parties and scaring off any guys that tried their luck with you, hiding his anger behind kind eyes and a sweet smile thrown your way, asking if you wanted to head back to his house.

you knew, of course. how could you not? you were just as obsessed with jake, purposely leaving your panties on top of the rest of your clothes in the hamper, blushing when you realized they were missing because that meant jake had dropped by for a visit when you weren’t home. he was so focused on keeping other guys away he didn’t realize you had also been watching him at parties, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together while your eyes were locked on his clenched jaw, your pussy growing wetter by the second.

the two of you had snuck away from jay’s party, jake leading you to one of the guest bedrooms and locking the door behind you. “did you see the way sunghoon was looking at you tonight? fuck, i could kill him. who does he think he is?” he seethed, pushing you on the bed roughly. you could cum just from seeing how angry he was, “don’t worry ‘bout him jakey, ‘m only yours, promise. i’ll even let you fuck me without a condom this time.” the look on his face was comical, almost causing you to giggle at his reaction. “really? you’d let me do that?” he questioned. “mhm! just gotta pull out before you cum, ‘kay? don’t wanna get me pregnant right?” jake couldn’t believe this was happening, he had no intention of pulling out but he couldn’t tell you that so he just nodded, unable to voice his thoughts.

you were just as excited as jake, for weeks you’d stopped taking your birth control, planning to let him fuck you raw sometime soon and now that the time has come you needed to feel his bare cock inside of you. “please put it in, jakey. can’t wait anymore.” he wasted no time, coating his cock in your arousal and sliding deep inside, the two of you moaning as his lengthy cock hit your cervix. it wouldn’t be long before he came but he wanted to savor the feeling of your walls gripping his dick without a condom in the way, fucking you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him battering your cunt.

“you feel so good ‘round my cock, think you were made for me. made to take my cum, shit, i wanna fill you up so bad, sweetheart. can i?” he babbled, too pussydrunk to notice you’d already locked your legs around his hips in an effort to force his cock even deeper. “yeah jakey, you can cum. ‘m on the pill,” you lied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. he sped up the pace, angling his cock in a way that made the tip hit the opening of your womb each time causing you to squeal, pussy creaming around him.

jake was already so close and the way your cunt was squeezing him drove him crazy, hips stilling as his cock spurted globs of thick, creamy cum so deep inside you, you thought there was no way he wasn’t successful in knocking you up. his mind was reeling after his own orgasm and all he could think of was how much he wanted you two to be exclusive, wishing somehow your birth control wouldn’t stop him from impregnating you.

you kept your legs around him even after he’d stopped moving, his cock keeping the obscene amount of cum from spilling out. “gonna make you a daddy, jakey, you can’t leave me now. ‘m so full, it has to work!” you couldn’t stop yourself from revealing your sick plan, muttering about how you weren’t on birth control anymore and how he’d be such a good daddy. jake wasn’t upset though, his cock hardening again inside of you, after all he had to make sure his girl was properly bred.

[buttercandy16]

Mine to Covet

(Dark!ReverendMotherJessica x Female!Reader)

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: An unfortunate fate where your lover's mother wants to have you all to herself, and she's willing to do anything.

Warning(s): Dark fanfiction, Smut, Yandere, Dub-Con, etc.

A/N: I do love my yandere. Another anon also asked for a yandere/kidnapping fic and I'll probably write that one next. Also, English is not my first language so please don't come after me due to my grammar. Enjoy!

Gimme me more requests!! Please!

-_-_-

JESSICA’S POV

As a Bene Gesserit, I possess supreme levels of discipline, including complete control over my emotions and urges. So how is it that I can feel my blood boil in anger and taste the bitterness of envy violate my tongue as I watch my own son woo the woman he claims as his? Why do I feel the strong urge to cut off his hand the moment it touched yours?

At first, I was confused by this foreign feeling, so I grew angry with myself. I didn’t understand what it was.

It first occurred when Paul, my only son, introduced you to me. A Fremen girl he has grown to fancy. I remembered how he gushed over you, clearly seeking his mother’s approval, my approval. But no words from his lips reached my interest for I had my focus solely on the divine creature presented to me. With a barely concealed amusement, I observed your fidgeting form battling the urge to look me straight in the eyes, it was clear to me that you were nervous, the reason may be from knowing that I am the Reverend Mother or maybe because it is I who birthed the Lisan al Gaib or simply because I am Paul’s mother, it mattered not to me. What mattered was the pleasant feeling that I get from your presence alone. Such a strange girl… However, my amusement ended swiftly when Paul held your hand in his. My breath hitched and my once relaxed hand turned to a fist as my vision started to bleed red.

What is happening to me?! Why do I feel this way?! I remembered muttering inside my head. I felt as if I was no longer in control of my own body. Fear clawed against my skin and with great haste, I silently spoke the litany of fear to calm myself. Careful not to expose the battle within to anyone present. Unfortunately, I find myself feeling the same way right now.

Not long after realization struck me like a ton of bricks. The dreadful realization that I simply covet you…the girl whom my son is in love with. I want you as much as he does… maybe even more so.

I blame my late Duke’s death for having these thoughts. Perhaps it is caused by the sudden loss of the man I loved that pushed me into having these strong urges towards you. Maybe I see him in you and I'm feeling lonely. Or maybe I’m just truly damaged and deranged that my head is now filled with such corrupted thoughts. I am desiring something or rather someone I can’t have.

But you will have her… she is yours… the voices in my head whisper.

“No, she’s with Paul… She belongs to my son,” I whisper back as I look at you longingly while hiding in the shadows.

She belongs to no one else but yours… Yours to love… yours to keep… yours to defile… yours to consume…

“Stop it… You have no idea what you’re saying. I cannot hurt Paul like that,” I weakly argue back as my eyes start to water with tears. I love my son dearly and because of that, I will fight hard against the voices… against my feelings. But deep inside I know I’m fighting a losing battle… I know that I have already lost.

_-_-_

Time passed and bit by bit my resolve crumbled and the thoughts of my son turned into nothing. Now, all I can think of is you… and the millions of other ways I can have you.

She is yours…

Claim her…

She is yours…

Claim her….

Eyes dark with lust and pure deranged obsession I look at you once more while hidden in the shadows as I whisper to myself, “She is mine and I will claim her.”

-_-_-

Y/N POV

"You're so beautiful, " Paul whispered in my ear, making me smile.

We've been sitting out here for some time now. Watching as the sun sets for the night.

"We better go inside, Paul. It's no longer safe to stay out at this hour"

Paul nodded in agreement before he pulled me up with him and we started to walk inside.

"Oh, I almost forgot. My mother wants to see you," I stopped when I heard what he said.

"Why?" I asked, trying to remain calm as much as possible.

Truth be told. Paul's mother, the Reverend Mother, scares me. She’s a Bene Gesserit, she walks in the shadows. No one truly knows what goes on in her mind. All I know is there’s something strong about her presence, but something that felt forbidden and so wrong. She is beautiful as much as she’s dangerous.

In simple terms, I don’t trust her.

"Don't worry, she just wants to talk," he gave me a reassuring smile before leaving me in front of the Reverend Mother's tent.

After taking a deep breath I made my presence known by going inside. My eyes wandered all over the unique decor of the Reverend Mother’s tent until it settled on the middle where there’s a small table with two cups filled with some kind of tea.

“Hello little one,” a sultry voice whispered suddenly into my ear, breaking me out of my thoughts and making me turn to see the Reverend Mother invading my personal space so sensually from behind.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she continued with a chuckle.

“No need to ask for forgiveness, Reverend Mother. You didn’t” I lied, trying to remain calm as I felt my cheeks heat up from our proximity. “Paul said that you asked to see me.”

“I did,” Her eyes were on me, filled with intent that I failed to decipher. She brushed her fingertips across my shoulder, causing goosebumps to run along my skin before she motioned for me to sit on the carpeted ground right next to the small table.

After I complied she walked towards me and immediately joined me by sitting close to my side, our clothed thighs lightly brushing against each other.

“Have some tea, I have it specially prepared for us,” she said while gesturing for me to take it, there's a challenging glint in her eyes, daring me to refuse.

With no intention to displease my lover’s mother, I complied and took a little sip. The moment it met my tongue I was surprised to find it very cooling.

“This is good”

“Yes, simple but very soothing. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect,” she said with amusement dripping from her voice.

Without any second thoughts, I did what I was told, and the Reverend Mother seemed satisfied with this as I can see it in her smile. Soon I was holding an empty cup. I had drained it and yet, I’m still thirsty.

“Would you like some more?” she asked.

“Y-yes, If it’s not much of a bother, Reverend Mother,” I replied, self-consciously rubbing the fabric over my hips.

“Not at all, and please... Call me Jessica” she replied, her eyes glinting with something dark as she carefully replenished my cup.

 “As you wish, Jessica. May I know why I'm being summoned?” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest as our gazes met before I took a generous sip from my drink. There was something undeniably alluring about her, something that both scared and excited me.

The weight of her eyes on me feels invasive like she could see through my cracks and discover all of my weaknesses. She’s watching me as if I’m her prey.

“You must understand, Y/N, I’m a determined woman. Whenever I have an agenda I’ll make sure to do everything in my power to achieve it. Whatever means necessary.” She muttered, leaning in close to my ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

“Did Paul touch you yet?” Her tone was casual with her sudden question, but her eyes were anything but. 

“Wh-what?,” I stuttered, feeling my cheeks flush not believing what I was hearing right now.

“Have you given yourself to my son, sexually?” she leaned in closer to me.

“Uh, n-no,” I stammered, my body trembling like a leaf.

“Are you being truthful with me?” she purred, her fingertips ghosting lightly along my exposed neck. It was such a simple yet surprisingly intimate gesture that it made me feel like the tent suddenly caught fire from how hot it was.

I shakily nodded while she only looked at me with satisfaction.

“Have you taken his gift of water yet? Or yours to him?” she asked, scooting closer. Her smell was intoxicating and it made my head spin.

“N-no…not yet. He wants to wait until we are to be married.”

The Reverend Mother snickered under her breath and continued. “I raised that boy and taught him everything I know so he’ll rise and fulfill his destiny one day. But now, I’m starting to have second thoughts. It seems to me he’s just as weak as his father. A beautiful morsel such as yourself standing so willingly at the palm of his hand and yet he never thought about fully claiming you as his. So sure that you’ll stay right where you are. I guess he never thought about someone stealing you away. Such a huge mistake on his part but a blessing for me.” she said with a wicked grin, her delicate fingers tracing slow circles on my forearm as if she were teasing me.

But before I could respond, I noticed that the tent was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flushed and I was panting. My suit was becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. I grew up wearing this suit, but now I desire nothing more than to get them off.

My eyes landed on my now empty cup next to the Reverend Mother’s. That’s when I realized that she’d never touched her cup, not even a single drop.

She followed my gaze to her cup before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly.

“I-I need to leave” I croaked back, fear creeping into my bones as alarm bells started ringing in my head. 

But when I was about to stand up, I was immediately met with a sudden dizziness making me sit back down ungracefully.

It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave the tent. I swayed just for a moment before the Reverend Mother caught me and pushed me down with my back against the carpet, a soft gasp of surprise leaving my lips.

She didn’t waste any time as she got on top of me and pinned my hands above my head in a tight grip, sharp nails digging against my skin but not breaking.

The Reverend Mother’s face was close to mine as she intently stared into my fear-filled eyes.

“Oh, no little girl. You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered above me.

Her face was blank from any emotion, but her eyes said it all.

“Did you poison me?” I whimpered. Her grip on my wrist tightened more than before, making me yelp in pain as she cut off the circulation of my blood.

“Of course not, I would never harm you without reason. Only to ensure your utmost obedience. The tea is for making you more pliant, not to kill.” she purred, leaning in close enough that our lips almost brushed. Her warm breath mingled with mine.

“What do y-you want from me?” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

She smiled maliciously at me before she started speaking.

“Isn’t it obvious, dear one? I want you.” one of her hands left my wrist and slowly traced my face with her fingers before she continued, “From the moment we met I already felt a certain pull towards you. I didn’t fully realize what it was until much later. Deep down I know you feel the same. That’s the reason why you went with Paul so that you could be closer to me.”

She’s starting to sound and look very much deranged. To my complete horror, she seems to believe her words to be true.

No…This can’t be happening. Paul… I’m with Paul!

I shook my head no but that was not what she was looking for. I yelped in pain from the sudden sting of her slap against my now-reddened cheek.

“Do not lie to me.” Her tone was assertive as she spoke every word.

“I’m not.” I cried weakly.

Another slap and tears started to run down my cheeks.

She leaned down and her warm wet tongue immediately tasted my despair with delight written all over her face. 

“I don’t like hurting you. But know that I will when I deem it necessary. So you better give me the answer that I want, little girl. Don’t test my patience. Try again.”

I only shook my head once more, refusing to back down. This made her chuckle

”Such a stubborn girl. I’ll enjoy breaking and reshaping you into my good little girl.” she whispered next to my ear.

Is she for real? My mouth fell open as I struggled to say anything. Suddenly I heard footsteps outside the tent.

“Mother, is Y/N still with you?”

Hearing Paul’s voice almost made me tear up with joy thinking that this would all come to an end. But when I looked at the Reverend Mother it seemed like I was dead wrong. Instead of seeing a look of panic, she gave me a wicked grin.

“She is… come inside, my son. I want to show you something.”

Paul entered the tent and suddenly froze where he stood when his eyes landed on us. The woman he sires pinned underneath his own mother’s body.

“Wh-what is going on here?” Paul asked as he looked at us confused.

“Paul, help me, please. Your mother has lost her mind” I pleaded as he went closer.

“Mother! Get off her ri–”

“SILENCE!” Paul’s words were cut off as I saw his mouth shut in command. His eyes were immediately filled with betrayal and hurt when he realized that his mother used the voice on him. But his mother did not care at all, “Kneel and do not move” she commanded his son once more.

I looked at her as if she lost her mind. Perhaps she did.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, little one. For it is you who made me this way” she leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn’t. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava.

She pulled a dagger from under her robes and then turned towards his son, a slave to her command.

“You know very well that I love you, Paul. But unfortunately for you, my love for Y/N weighs more heavy. I won’t let you have her. She is mine…only mine. And you will watch as I claim her.” her attention then went back to me as she sliced through my stillsuit and garments beneath it. I am now completely naked to her eyes. 

My head turned to Paul and saw the same panic set in his eyes. We were both sobbing and fearful of what was to come.

She laughed maliciously and roughly gripped my chin to look at her.

“Open your mouth” my breath hitched as I felt her voice crawl its way into my head. Not a second passed and my mouth opened.

“Take the gift of my water and you shall become one with me. Take it and you will be mine…forever.” she whispered before spitting into my mouth, “Swallow” she commanded before her lips descended against mine.

Her kiss was violent, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth.

The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events aroused me. It was the cold that made my body like that. 

The kiss ended after a while, me being out of the air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her garments away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Pleasure me, little one." She commanded using the voice commanding voice and I immediately complied.

"Yes!" She started to move her body up and down, making her juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours at work, beautiful girl," She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order. 

I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I couldn't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth. 

Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Jessica’s right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet. 

I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good, so good that I failed to notice that I was no longer under the influence of the voice.

She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my first orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release. 

She looked down at me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her. 

Jessica kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me. She then began to touch me once more, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "So beautiful! I can't help but masturbate thinking about you every day. And now, you are finally mine." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg.

Oh no... please no more...

"P--please... I can't. It's too much" 

I struggled as I tried to pull myself away from her, but my body is still weak from the drugged tea and pleasure.

"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give me one more, little one. I just need to taste you." 

She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force. 

She reached between my legs and pushed something. It's her finger against my clit, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, oh—" 

Jessica cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, trying my best not to follow the sound of a silently sobbing man. 

I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips. 

"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..." 

And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue. 

I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owie—, please don't—" 

I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good. 

She smiled at me. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, my beloved,” she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. “Look at this tiny clit. So fucking adorable, and all mine…” 

She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth. 

I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Reverend Mother’s eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the second time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out.

-_-_-

A groan left my lips when I woke up, my body deliciously sore. 

Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was not alone.

To my left, Paul stood looking down at me. Tears stained his cheeks, eyes full of hatred.

“P-paul… I–”

“Silence! I don’t need your excuse. You and I are over” Paul spits his words with so much anger that it hurts.

“But Paul, it was your mother’s doing… I didn’t wa–”

“SILENCE”

The command surprised me into shock. Having the Reverend Mother use the voice on me seems to hurt less than having Paul do the same thing.

“You will not speak ill of the Reverend Mother. For she is the mother of your people’s chosen and now… your intended... for you two are fully bonded as one”

Paul’s words confused me greatly. Why would he say such a thing after everything his mother did in front of him? But my thoughts were then silenced when I saw a pair of hands rest on his shoulders. The Reverend Mother’s face appeared next to his.

“That’s enough, my son. I think my beloved has heard enough. You may take your leave” she calmly whispered.

Paul did what his mother asked but not before sparing me one last glance and whispered under his breath… I’m sorry… and now completely leaving me alone with a predator hungry for my flesh.

“What have you done to him?! Did you use your voice?!” I yelled accusingly, but she only laughed at this before kneeling beside my vulnerable form.

“No, Paul is simply being a good son. I raised him well, he knows to never go against my will. I brought him into this world and gave him his birthright, he owes me as much.” She smiled devilishly.

She looked down at me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes. 

It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it. 

"So here's what will happen from now on, you better listen carefully because everything that is attached to your existence will be at play if I don't get what I want, understood?" I weakly nodded, no longer having the will to fight back. 

"Good girl" Jessica praised before caressing my cheek. 

"You will surrender yourself to me and in time I know that you will so willingly. The more you take the gift of my water, the stronger our bond grows. In the meantime, you will be my obedient darling girl. Whatever I say, goes. Understood?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was. 

"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth. 

"If you behave like a good little girl for me, I will reward you with anything you desire, but if you disobey... You will learn that I won't go easy on my punishment. Since that's all settled then, time to quench my thirst." 

"W-with what?" I fearfully asked. 

The Reverend Mother smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine. 

"You."

[deltaruminations]

i think one of the most telling examples of how we’ve been influenced to think about gaster is that if we say no to him after he asks if we want to continue after a chapter 1 game over, we’ll proceed to hear the absolute gentlest most heartbroken fucking unaccompanied piano arrangement of gaster’s motif any of us has ever heard and we’ll still be like "huh wonder why THAT’S there."

it’s because he’s sad!!! he’s fucking sad!!! this is the sound of an incorporeal man holding back metaphysical tears!!! WHY would the game have us linger here at a black screen instead of immediately going back to the menu like a normal RPG would? because it wants us to have this quiet moment in the dark with him, to finally catch him in a moment that’s raw and deeply vulnerable and unmarred by either cryptic mythologizing or his own mask of confident, neutral professionalism, just a black screen and a tender, melancholic song. and then he closes the fucking game himself.

it’s like, after narrating our ending, he just can’t think of anything else to say. he doesn’t want to tell us to go away because he probably doesn’t want us to, we’re both his last hope for success and the only person he’s been able to "connect" with in a very long time. he just sits there awkwardly with us while he quietly processes the situation, before he finally accepts that this is the world’s (and his) fate and he can’t force us to stay there with him any longer.

again im not trying to woobify him, what im saying is that we’re so used to seeking out spooky, vaguely sinister lore for an extraplanar entity that even when we finally meet him, it doesn’t occur to us that he could just be another character, one who’s VERY different from the other characters but a character nonetheless.

gaster is fundamentally cryptic and ambiguous, possibly in part because he intends to be hard to read. i think he hides himself between layers and behind clinical speech and trees because he’s uncomfortable with being seen, but he isn’t a perfect rational being, he’s just a guy, and he can’t connect with us without risking "pieces" of himself seeping through. just as undertale challenged us to hunt through it for pieces of gaster’s lore, deltarune is now going out of its way to give us insight into his character, but just as with his lore, we have to seek it out and consider it carefully in order to learn anything. like do you understand why im suddenly so obsessed with this guy!!! not to mention all the ways he parallels kris and chara and alphys and serves as a reflection of the player and. god. i love these fucking video james so much

[silveryclear]

Hide and seek

MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

Pairing: Friend/ AFAB Reader

CW: Sensitive Content, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Murder, Drugging, Panic Attacks

A/N: The writing process for chapter 7 of the STNAF Coraline AU is coming a bit slower than expected, so here’s some angst while you wait heheh.

Your keys jingle uncontrollably as you try to balance the groceries on one hand while trying to unlock the door. The TV must’ve drowned your knocking and incessant ringing because the babysitter’s presence was nowhere to be found. Once you had managed to find your way to the kitchen and place the bags on the counter, you walk towards the living room; only to find it empty. And a mess.

You roll your eyes at this as you pick up the remote and turn it off. “Kids, how many times have I told you to turn off the electronics when you’re not using them?” You yell as you tidy up around the living room, picking up decor items that were scattered along the floor.

“Did you kids wrestle each other again? I told you to be careful when you play fight!” You sigh and make your way upstairs. To your surprise, your sons were already tucked in and sleeping soundly.

You chuckle and gently close the door. You were thinking about giving the babysitter an earful but they seemed to perform a miracle if they managed to get your kids to bed in time.

Speaking of which, where is the babysitter? You look in the other rooms upstairs, calling out to them. Weird. If they left, they would have given you a call.

Just when you were about to call them, you hear the TV downstairs turn on again. You sigh, feeling as if someone was playing with you like a puppet as you make your way downstairs.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. Thank you for getting the boys to bed early. It’s always a struggle for me so I’m willing to forget about the mess—“

The rest of the words die in your throat as your gaze lands on the person sitting on the couch. The one person you least expected to appear, sitting nonchalantly as you stared at them paralyzed in fear.

Friend smiles sweetly at you, taking the remote control and lowering the volume. His signature blonde hair on full display, however, he’s changed— grown. His muscles flex with every movement and he sports a trimmed beard, all adding to his mature look. His voice got slightly deeper as well.

“I’m glad! We just tussled around in the living room for a while until they were all out of energy. Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting you to arrive so soon.”

You could hear Friend talking but his words were partly drowned by a ringing in your ears. Your hands trembled as your breathing grew ragged. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t hear. You were back in that basement, an IV strapped to your arm as you remember your slow and steady descent into madness— convinced that you loved the man that is standing now in front of you.

“Sweetheart, baby, you need to breathe. Breathe for me, come on…” He says in a sickeningly concerned voice. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t afford to pass out, not when your children are upstairs, unaware of the person who is in their home.

Oh god, he was playing with them… how long has he been here? Where’s the babysitter??

“Baby, no, come on. Stay with me.”

“Stay with me, please.” He whimpers. “I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart…”

Flashbacks infiltrate your mind and you can feel yourself falling into that same place you had worked so hard to crawl out of. You push Friend away and glare at him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes. You pant heavily.

“Stay away from me…” you whisper at him, your voice filled with such rage it genuinely took Friend aback. “Stay away from them…”

Friend recovers and smiles softly at you, as if you hadn’t basically sent him to hell with your expression. “You know I can’t do that baby…” He murmurs softly, slowly reaching out his hand to caress your cheek.

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, doing your best to ignore his gentle touch and gaze— the ones he weaponized to keep you isolated with no one to rely on except him.

You look at him again to see him staring at you you with such an affectionate expression, tears brimming his eyes as he gazes at you. It almost makes you waver.

“I have sons…” he murmurs with the softest most proud voice ever. “You gave me children…” Friend’s voice trembles at the end of the sentence, but he smiles in awe of you.

He reaches out hold your hands and you don’t react, staying silent. “I’m sorry…” he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them gently. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you… but I’m here now.” He gives you the widest of smiles. His expression, albeit more mature, still holds that same obsession from years ago. “We can be a family again. You, me, and the triplets.”

You let your tears fall freely as you shake your head, sniffling. “We can’t…”

“Shhh…” Friend slowly wraps his arms around you and embraces you. You begin to sob, trembling in his embrace. “We can and we will…” He rubs your back soothingly as you sob harder from his words. “I searched high and low for you, baby… I haven’t slept in six years.” His embrace becomes tighter, constricting. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” He whispers deep and firm, his possessiveness creeping in through his voice.

“No no no no…” You cry out, squirming in his grasp with no hope to escape. He’s gotten bigger, stronger.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. You know this is what’s best for us. Think of the children. Do you really want them to grow up without a father?”

You shake your head, your eyes closed shut as you do your best to drown out his manipulative words. You know what’s best for your children. You’ve done what’s best for them.

“I did think of them… why do you think I escaped?”

Friend tenses for a moment, his expression hard. It quickly melts into the affectionate smile he usually had with you and only you.

“A momentary lapse of judgment on my part. I should have done better to show you how much I love you.” His hold on you tightens. “I should have kept you in the basement.”

“No, Friend please…” You whimper, crying on his shoulder. You can’t. You can’t go back there. You can’t let your children grow up in this environment, thinking that whatever twisted love Friend felt for you was healthy.

“It’s okay, baby… I’ve already taken care of everything.” He coos softly. “Let me take care of the four of you now…”

His words are like molasses as they stick to your mind and infiltrate your senses. You’re reminded of the way he “takes care” of things and you remember the disappearing babysitter— along with the disappearance of your closest friends and colleagues in the past. Flashbacks of your descent into madness flood back and you thrash against him. Your cries turning into screaming.

Friend sighs and takes out something from his pocket. “I didn’t want to do this…” Suddenly, you feel a prick on your arm and slowly everything begins to swirl into darkness.

“Nooo…” You whimper softly, your eyes half lidded.

“Shhh… just sleep. When you wake up, these past six years would have felt like a bad dream~”

You can only hope these past few minutes were the bad dream as you slowly fall unconscious in your best friend’s arms.

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁. ♥

:feat~ yandere!albedo: (warnings~ obsessive behavior, yandere, murder, the usual)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu

(art credit to eriimyon on twitter ✩)

You are perfect in his eyes. Perfect. Everything about you is flawless. You are a blessing, a holy thing that should never be soiled by someone as lowly as him. The humor that you hide behind sparkling eyes, the delicate way you smile at him, almost painfully so, it reminds him of himself. The porcelain you that could shatter at the wrong word. You are light, you are warmth, and yet, you are still his everything.

He lives for you, as selfish as it may be. His restless nights are spent wasting away, wishing he was by your side, and his days are spent with you, basking in your warm, sun-like presence.

Albedo’s memory has stored away every precious second the two of you have spent together. The way your arm brushes against his, the way your smiling face is subtly dusted with the slightest flush when you see him, he sees it all, and it makes his heart race sinfully quickly.

Ah, if only those innocent days could last forever.

Yet how could Albedo be content with just that? A synthetic human who has gained emotions - just about anyone would laugh, but it was true. He was selfish, and he embraced it. Because if that selfishness made it so that he’d be by your side forever, just him and you, then by all means, he would do it all.

Then, is that why you find yourself locked in the cellar of some godforsaken place in who knows where? Is that why Albedo smiles so happily upon seeing that you’ve finally awoken? Is that why he leaps forward, embracing you in a hug, yet you feel the reason to fearfully recoil?

Maybe it was. It wasn't his place to decide.

One day, he’ll sort out his thoughts, one way or another. After all, now, he had all the time in the world to be with you, side by side, until the end of time.

He had already taken countermeasures to make sure none of the filthy pests you called “friends” would go out of their way to seek you. It was unfortunate, seeing you run into his lab with tears pooling in your eyes, but then you’d run forward and embrace him, letting your tears stain his coat.

And so what else could he do but stay silent, merely whispering words of reassurance into your ears, returning the hug tightly? You weren’t able to see his smile at the time, the way his face contorted and his cold eyes widened with pure delight.

“What’s wrong, darling? Are you uncomfortable?” His eyes are too bright, his smile too giddy, all of it feels unnatural, and it gives you shivers. He presses his face to your clasped hands, kissing them. “I’m sorry I can’t take these shackles off of you, but it’s for your own good. Yes, that extends to the gag on your mouth as well. It’s a shame to be unable to hear your voice, but I have my reasons.”

“After all, if you escaped, how much trouble would that be? Darling, you’d break my heart!”

“Ah, let’s forget about those trivial matters…” He shakes his head dismissively, hands now holding yours. “I trust you. I trust that you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“And since we’ll be together forever, until the end of time, it’s only natural that one day, inevitably, you’ll feel something for me too.”

“So until then, I’ll just have to wait patiently, won’t I?”

“Oh, but I suppose all of this is new to you. You’ve never seen this side of me before, have you?”

“Then I’ll let you in on a little hint, darling. I’m not as patient as I seem~”  ♥

(a/n) by the time youre reading this ill be out of state so uh hey future me

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

After your most recent yandere TWST fic (the one w/ Vil, Neige, etc) I just need to beg you for more yandere RSA content 😭😭

I just need more yandere Neige/Chen’ya/Rielle whatever if it’s against their rivals, fics, headcanons, blurbs, if it’s set within the Crewel’s Daughter timeline, if this is now just going to be an on-going thing

Whatever I JUST NEED MORE 😭😭 PLS IM THIRSTY THOSE RSA GUYS HAVE SM POTENTIAL TO BE ABSOLUTE YANDERE PRICKS 😭

-From an anon who needs to be thrown into the sun🤡

Well anon who needs to be thrown into the sun

I'm happy you like them, I'll try including them more

🖤🖤🖤🖤

The Dangers of the RSA | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

In a way, it’s almost worse than the boys at Night Raven. In NRC everyone at base level is a jerk or majorly insensitive. But once you peel back the layers of their onion actions you find they have a warmer center, a softer center. Even at the height of their obsession, you can’t say you don’t feel for them. And in this way, RSA is bound to be rotten on the inside. On the outside their sweet and kind, welcoming you with open arms and less confrontational behavior. But as the ice cream melts you’ll find on the inside they aren’t so sweet and instead reveal the harmful hidden danger they pose. The world loves them, their kingdoms love them, and they’re already so sweet you’ll be the one who’s crazy to turn tail and run: 

Neige Leblanche

He’s the worst 

he never outright says what he’s doing 

Or even acknowledges

Gaslighting, gatekeeping, boy bullying you into becoming his 

It seems like everyone around you is warping around you

Forcing you to play the role of his perfect little partner

And no! He’s not at fault here

He’s never at fault

You’re the one who is crazy when you plead for help

The only ones who probably believe you in any regard 

Would be your beloved crew at NRC

But even so, he has eyes everywhere Rook

So it won’t be long until he’s hugging you tight

Pouting as globs of tears fall down

“Oh thank goodness (Y/n)! I was so worried you wouldn’t have made it home!” 

Crewel's Daughter Reader is better at fending him off

Never before has a student of the Princess Academy gotten so far with such a sly tongue

Rielle

Annoying and presumptuous 

So deluded in his belief that he is meant to woo you

He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re just not interested

He pushes through your barriers, solely focused on getting his hands on you

Well don’t be sad that he’s cursed your legs to become a tail 

It's your fault for not running into his arms immediately

You thought he was just a friend? 

No no, when he invited you to his house that meant he wanted to court you

And by eating a biscuit he made you said ‘yes’

Foolish you!

The world bends a little but not entirely 

Rather than blind praise, he’s excused 

‘He doesn’t know any better’ 

‘He’s just trying to be a good boyfriend’ 

As is with most in RSA 

It doesn’t help to call anyone other than the slimiest at NRC

Who suddenly looks a whole lot more cuddly when he’s more than willing to start a war if it means having you in his arms

Everything means nothing without you

And if the world doesn’t corroborate his philosophy 

Too bad he’ll just burn it with that fire he’s so enamored by

“Yo~ho my pearlfish! When you ran for our hide and seek I was worried for a second there! Don’t be scared of these guys beside me they’re just here to protect us!”

Crewel Daughter Reader has trouble with him as well but the best method is to keep him on the farthest edge of your circle

The closer he gets to you the more likely he is  to delude himself that you return his affection

“Chen’ya” Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker 

Sneaky in a way that’s hard to miss

Not usually taken seriously after the initial shock of meeting him

He sways you and everyone into a false sense of security

Usually revealing himself with his head or a sneaky laugh

Because of his silly demeanor

You hardly suspect an invisible cat boy to be bearing witness to your most intimate moments

Or that the same smile is behind the sudden disappearances of your friends

He’ll let you fall in love with him

Or at the very least turn to him as a friend in need

He’s good at loosening people up 

And he’s only helping you relax after an inexplicable tragedy

“Kekeke poor neko-chan you look as though you’re going mad with pain! Let me help you~!”

Crewel Daughter Reader use their magical prodigy status to force him to reveal himself 

Which can be hard when he’s deciding to be wary 

Deciding to pick off whoever what?! you’re not watching

[throneofsapphics]

hi, i’ve recently found your page & i’m obsessed with your writing! i have a request, i’ve had this idea for a while now.

we’re in the court of nightmares, eris walks up to the high lord & lady and the inner circle to ask nesta to dance BUT he sees reader instead. either feysand or nessian gets jealous, but reader does dance with eris. feysand or nessian gets so jealous that eris and reader gets interpreted. reader gets a reminder who they belong too. reader would be mated with whatever couple you pick.

i would like angst, smut (maybe a little bit darker), jealousy, just do your thing girl 👀

thank you, i can’t wait to read more of your writing 🖤🖤🖤

a reminder 

Feysand x f!Reader 

Summary: She played her part perfectly, laughing and smiling at all of the right moments. The High Lady watched as Eris grew more and more smitten through the entire dance. Then - his hand drifted lower, squeezing tightly around her hip. Rhys moved before she could. 

Word Count: ~2k 

Warnings: smut, almost all smut, a bit of angst, light bondage, d/s dynamics, impact play, jealousy, possessiveness, i think thats it?, minors dni!!

A/N: ah thank you! and thank you for the request!! this was fun to write & I loved this idea, sorry it's not too heavy on the angst,

She’d rarely gone to the Court of Nightmares, only on a few occasions. She hated the cesspool, but when Feyre and Rhys asked her this time, she agreed. You’ve always been exceptionally skilled at reading people, and body language - even without being a Daemati, and sometimes it came in handy when dealing with those extensively trained against your mates powers. 

When the male they told her to keep an eye on, Eris, approached her, it was the perfect opportunity. 

-

Feyre watched in amusement as Eris approached the Dais. Every time he visited, he would always seek out Nesta for a dance. She agreed - and she had a feeling her sister only did it to spark some jealousy in Cassian. They always disappeared shortly after, coming back with slightly flushed cheeks. 

But, she watched as his eyes passed over Nesta - straight to y/n. They brought her here this time to try and get a read on Eris, without invading his mind outright. She didn’t notice his attention, scanning the room instead. Eris’s eyes gleamed as he approached her for a dance. Rhys went dangerously still next to her. Maybe it was a mistake disguising her scent, hiding the traces of them. 

Y/n agreed with a smile, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor. They did tell her to act as if she had no close relation to them … It’s what we told her to do, she spoke to Rhys. 

Not to dance with him, he growled. His bored mask was perfectly in place, but she felt the jealousy rolling through the bond. Her sentiment echoed his almost identically.  

She played her part perfectly, laughing and smiling at all of the right moments. The High Lady watched as Eris grew more and more smitten through the entire dance. Then - his hand drifted lower, squeezing tightly around her hip. Rhys moved before she could. 

-

She would admit Eris was a good dancer, and she was enjoying herself. Charming, funny, and trying a bit too hard. After the first dance, she’d gathered almost everything she needed to. Watching him for a bit longer, how he interacted with everyone else, would finish that up. But - he asked for another, and she felt rude turning him down. She forced her heartbeat and expression to remain steady as his hand drifted further down, right on her hip. Not obscenely low, but slightly suggestive. An invitation of sorts. Y/n knew this wouldn’t end well. 

“May I?” Rhys’s voice sounded, cutting in, so smoothly nothing seemed off to any outsiders. He cut a sharp look to Eris, one that would make most Fae shake immediately. To his credit, Eris only gave a polite nod and made himself scarce. 

Rhys’s hand tightened around her waist as he led her around the dance floor. Bruises would appear there tomorrow. He didn’t speak, but she could feel the anger, jealousy, and pure possession rolling through the bond, and immediately went on the defensive. 

I wasn’t- she tried to send down the bond. 

Not here. He replied sharply. She bit harshly on her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. Her mate’s eyes gleamed as he caught the motion. We’ll be cutting our visit short. 

I still need to - 

No. She bristled as he cut her off again. I’m certain you have enough. 

Y/n realized when she wouldn’t win a fight, and kept silent. 

You need a reminder of who you belong to, he purred into her mind, showing her a preview of what would be coming later. 

Arousal and fear flooded through her. A delicious but dangerous combination. Her heart started beating faster, tension coliling in her stomach … Rhys didn’t wait for the dance to end, he brought her back to the Dais, muttering a few instructions, and they left within minutes. 

-

“What the hell was that?” 

She was surprised Feyre raged at her first. 

“It - it’s what you told me to do.” She stood still, her eyes darting between the two of them. They were both pissed. But she couldn’t quite figure out why, she’d done exactly what they wanted to her. It’s not her fault Eris asked her for a dance. 

“You let him touch you.” 

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I did no such thing, it was a dance, dance partners touch each other.” 

Her words seemed to roll right over them. “You belong to us, don’t you?” Rhys’s tone was mild, and she saw all of the warnings signs - the gleam in his eyes, the way he held himself, how his fist clenched slightly. 

Even as fear lanced through her, she ignored them. “Yes,” she did roll her eyes this time, and her filter completely disappeared. “It’s not my fault you wanted to hide my scent. You’re the ones keeping me like a secret, he never would’ve asked if you hadn’t.”

Rhys stalked over to her, every inch the predator. His fingers tilted her chin, “you need a reminder, don’t you darling?” 

“I-” 

Before she could answer, Feyre cut in, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rhys. “I believe she does.”

Her hand trailed down her shoulder, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip, but she couldn’t look away from Rhys, not with his hand gripping her chin. 

“Do you think he could please you?” she cooed, and she knew exactly what game they were playing. 

Y/n shrugged casually, “I haven’t tried him.” She waited a few seconds, “but you never know unless -” 

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before Rhys’s arm wrapped around her waist, winnowing her to their bedroom. One thing she knows for certain about her mates, is they get very jealous, very easily. And that she usually loves the results of that jealousy. Feyre winnowed in a second later. 

“Scared?” Rhys asked as she took a few steps back. 

She was, but she wouldn’t admit that to him, and she shook her head. 

“Foolish,” he tutted, and her clothes disappeared. Waves of magic bound her arms behind her back, before forcing her to her knees. She hit the floor with a soft thud, the carpet dulling some of the impact. 

“Right where she belongs,” Feyre teased, circling around her. Her hands gently gripped her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. She struggled, trying to yank her head back, but the female’s grip was firm and unyielding. Still, she knew her safeword if she needed it. 

She crouched behind her, her other hand gripping her throat. “Don’t make this any harder on yourself.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” She panted, and the small coil of arousal started building. 

“I don’t know what else I expected from you.” Feyre let out an edged chuckle, and left a deceptively gentle kiss under her ear. “Look at him.” 

Her eyes shot up, meeting Rhys’s - standing right above her with a smirk. Her body stiffened, she knows exactly what that expression means. “Stand up.” 

She swallowed and Feyre released her grip on her hair. She rose to her feet, and he merely pointed at the edge of the bed. Y/n didn’t move, and his eyes narrowed. She felt the tension growing in the room. She’s playing a dangerous game, walking a very thin line. 

“I won’t tell you again.” 

“You never said anything,” Y/n gave him a sweet smile and he snarled, shoving her towards the bed. The push knocked the air out of her, but she was left bent over the bed, hinging at the hips and leaving herself completely exposed. They’d be able to see just how wet she is. 

She feels Rhys’s body pressed over hers, his hands, gently brushing the hair away from her face as he kicks her legs further apart. He kisses the side of her neck, one hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her further into the mattress. “Remember Darling, you’ve earned his.” She shudders, having an idea of exactly what’s coming next. A silky rope replaces the magic tying her hands behind her back, winding tightly from her elbows to her wrist. 

Then, his hand slaps down on her ass. She whimpers, but the first one isn’t that bad, it’s more of a warning. 

She can tell Feyre is next, by the difference in size, and Feyre hadn’t been holding back - her body rocks against the bed. They don’t relent, each of them timing it perfectly until her ass and the backs of her thighs are burning, bright red. Tears stream down her face, leaving wet spots on the mattress below. 

Her leg kicks up involuntarily, and Feyre shoves it back down with a delighted chuckle. It’s almost too much, her word is on the tip of her tongue, but just as she’s hurling towards her limit, it stops. Rhys’s body folds over hers, his pants painfully brushing against the raw skin. Feyre’s knelt next to her on the bed, tugging her head up. Y/n thinks she might kiss her, let her taste the wine she can smell, the sweet scent of her, but she kisses the tears on her cheeks, her tongue darting out to lick one. The sign of her submission, of them breaking her down in a way only they can. She’s whimpering as they tug her further up the bed, Feyre’s legs spread, guiding her down towards her pussy. 

Gods, she loves the taste of her - sweet and musky at the same time, and doesn’t hesitate. She nips at the soft skin next to her thighs, dragging her tongue up between her folds. She wiggles at the bindings holding her back, but they don’t relent. 

Her hips are tugged up. A strangled mix between a sob and moan left her as Rhys pushes into her - giving her no time to adjust before he sets a brutal pace. 

Feyre presses into the back of her head, switching her focus, trying to put all of her attention on making her feel good. She alternates dragging her teeth over her clit, sucking, and giving small but firm kitten licks. All of the things she know will send Feyre over the edge. 

Another smack on the bare skin of her ass draws a moan out of her - and Feyre, the vibrations finally sending the High Lady over the edge. Y/n doesn’t stop, but slows to small licks, bringing her down from the high. 

Rhys’s hand snakes around to circle two fingers around her clit. She finds herself screaming, her head resting on Feyre’s thigh. 

The female ran her fingers through her hair, “so good now,” she murmurs, “taking him so well my love.” 

“A good little slut, just for us,” Rhys accentuates his words with another slap to her ass, squeezing her hips so tightly she knows she’ll bruise. 

It doesn’t take long before that coil in her stomach tightens, 

“Please, please please,” she chanted. 

“Please what?” Rhys asked, with a cruel tone. 

“F-finish, please let me cum,” 

“Do you think she’s earned it?” He asked Feyre, who’s still stroking her hair. 

She hums, “I think so.” 

“You’re too soft,” He growls, but increases his speed, tilting his hips to hit that perfect spot. 

She’s screaming - maybe their names, maybe to the Gods, she has no idea, but her body goes limp, Rhys still pounding until his cum fills her. 

He yanks her back by her hair, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to his chest. She feels the burn of him against her raw skin and relishes in it. 

“Who do you belong to?” He nips at the space where her neck and shoulder meet. 

“You, Feyre, both of you,” She mumbles, barely coherent. It seems it was enough to please him, because he releases her into Feyre’s arms, letting her mate hold her, stroke her hair, murmur sweet things to her that fly in one ear and out the other. Rhys returns with a rag to clean her. She’s blissed out, her eyes glazed over, and a satisfied sleepiness is starting to take over her senses. Still, they take the time to quickly bathe and clean her before tucking her into bed between them. 

[coltrainbat]

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Hide and Seek

yandere!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you finally escape from ethan. but somehow he knows you escape and it turns into a game he enjoys playing.

warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, drugging, dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of violence(via knife).

SCREAM VI WARNINGS AHEAD!!! also if you guys enjoy this would you like a part 2 or no? also I tried to make this quick so if it’s short it’s because of that, sorry!

You were sure he wasn’t that stupid. He couldn’t have left the door unlocked on accident. Either way you were taking your chances and bolted out the door.

You don’t exactly remember how long you’ve been in his grasp but what you know for sure is that you can’t stay any longer. he had constant mood swings and they frightened you. Hell, they terrified you.

You were in the middle of a forest as cliche as it was, and you were running as fast as you could. He had some killings to do. You knew he was Ghostface and you wished you could do something to stop him.

Now that you were free you could do something. But not for a while. Not until you were certain he couldn’t find you and chase you down. And you see the city and have some hope.

“Help! Someone help! You exclaimed. You were crying and your knees were bleeding. You somehow scraped yourself.

A woman immediately calls 911 and helps your bleeding knees. “Thank you, you say. “Of course, what happened to you? She asks.

“I… you begin, but then authorities show up a few minutes in so you couldn’t explain. “She’s that missing girl, The woman said.”Are you Y/n L/n?”

You look around and make sure that Ethan wasn’t looking. “Yes, that’s me, you tell the officer. “Your family has been looking for you for a long time, The officer said.

“But, we’re in New York and my family is in woodsboro, You say. “Apparently they moved here to look for you, An officer explained.

Wow, your family loved so you much they moved to New York to come and rescue you. You sniff as a blanket was wrapped around you.

By now you assumed Ethan was well aware that you were gone and escaped. And a part of you worried he would come and take you from your family.

Or worse, do something to your loved ones. You couldn’t let that happen. But you were quickly surrounded by your friends and family. “Y/n! Tara said, your best friend.”You’re okay!”

“How long was I gone? You ask shakily. Your mother frowns.”Almost a year, honey. We’re going to find your kidnapper. Can you give us any information?”

“How do you know I… you say.”nevermind it’s sort of obvious.” Sam then hugs you and then Chad. Of course not Ethan. Anika, may she rest in pease.

Mindy had hugged you first. Everyone missed you but that part of you wasn’t getting off guard yet and isn’t feeling safe. You know he’s going to find you and will do whatever it takes.

No matter what.

Suddenly your phone gets an anonymous message. Your heart sinks as you secretly read it, you’re well aware of who sent you the message.

I’m coming for you. I know you escaped, Y/N. And when I find you, you’re not going to ever escape again.

You knew he was furious. More so angry and extremely pissed. You were terrified of what he planned on doing to get you back. Not that you wanted to go back to him. Not ever. You missed your old life.

“Are you ready to go back to your home? M/n asked. “I’m ready, You say, though you had some nervousness in your voice which was understandable to everyone around you.

Several weeks went by and so far nothing. It was making you more and more paranoid. Then that night, it happened. Something happened.

On the news there had been a new murder only apparently the person who had been unfortunately the latest victim had your name carved onto her stomach.

Why? You had no idea and you only knew because Detective Bailey informed you so. And asked you to come in to the station. You agree. Only because you know this has something to do with Ethan.

Maybe, you could tell them he’s the killer. Then snitch his plans that he had told you so he could kill you. That would certainly put you out of your misery.

You arrive at that station. “Thank you for coming in, Miss L/n, Detective Bailey said. You nodded.”I want to help in any way possible.”

You sit down as he asked you questions. You had been innocent of course. You had no relations to the victim whatsoever besides the fact you both went to the same university.

Maybe that was why Ethan had targeted her. Just for being at the same school you were. Poor girl. This was a game he wanted to play. And you were forced to play it.

You held back any sob you were hoping to spill. You couldn't handle this. You hoped Escaping would make you feel life, but turns out, only made things worse for other people. You began believing you were selfish for escaping. Which is probably how he hopes you will feel.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay, Detective Bailey assures you. "I know, you sniff, you were lying to yourself. You wouldn't be free forever. He would somehow find you. Wherever he is.

Weeks turned into months. His game continued on. Murdering and gutting innocent people, somehow leaving you a message in each murder. But he would sometimes leave you notes in order to guilt you into coming back on your own free will.

Hey, at least he wasn't planning on kidnapping you again. Or so you thought. When you were alone and vulnerable, he pounced. You finished watching your show and decided on heading to bed.

That’s when someone came from behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, placing a hand on your mouth to not scream. “Don’t scream, He says.

You nod and he lets go, his arms still wrapped around your waist tightly. “What do you want? You say softly, more so out of fear than anything.

“You, He replies, and something is stuck inside your neck before being pulled out. “What did you do? You ask, squirming from his grip. “Nothing much, He replies.

Then suddenly, you blacked out.

[lilmajorshawty]

Venus, Moon And Romance. 💖🎶

Moon Or Venus In Aries - Moon or Venus in The First House: The Constant Hard on.

🎶Rosalia - Pienso Tu Mira

🎶Rosalia - Di Mi Nombre 

🎶Rosalia - A Pale

🎶INNA - SIn Ti

🎶Clubz - Popscuro

🎶Buscabulla - Tartaro 

For these natives romance and love itself is a heated and fiery expression, an art form a means of drama to the ordinary.They run hot and can seem temperamental, in your face and entirely too good to be true in terms of their passionate and rather blunt way of expressing desire. They don’t keep you guessing with the hot and cold, rather they invite a wild fire that’ll never cease right to your front door. They crave intensity and to feel desired, more than most they become a child in love and they are deeply seeking the type of love, desire and heat that can come from a romantic entanglement. Men and Women of this placement tend to crave something a little “bad” for them, and it can be quite hard if aries is present to solely pursue the good guy. They want someone to tame them otherwise if the person is lacking in tenacity or presence they'll get eaten alive by these natives and that is when they loose interest. Even with a chart full of Libra or Cancer, Aries being present will give them that edge, and fiery raw sexual nature that seeps through the skin like molten magma. Sexually they are easy to arouse but hard to keep consistently so. The reason is that they need someone who can keep up, change pace and catch every single one of their drifts, mental jumps and physical desires that change CONSTANTLY. they can be worse than Gemini in this sense because what fascinated them a moment ago can change at a moments notice. They are ferocious lovers and can have a strong jealous streak. the thing with them is though Jealousy, anger, sadness are fleeting emotions for them, so if you continuously hurt them, you’ll see the famous Arian detachment that puts even Aquarius and Leos to shame. They are very content with one lover but can play the field like no ones business when they’re single. They are also very picky about sex, the when and the where of it matter to them when they aren’t in love. They are magnetic, independent and time never makes them see father time. The youth and passion they bring into their unions can be draining but it can also feel like a never ending merry-go- round. 

“I want it to kill me, Rip me up and leave me wasted, dead, aching” 

Moon Or Venus in Taurus - Moon Or Venus In the 2nd House: Everything Taboo, Above And Below

🎶Clea Vincent - Chateau Perdu 

🎶Clea Vincent - Retiens Mon Desir 

🎶CLIO - T’as vu

🎶Claire Laffut - Verite 

🎶Claire Laffut - Nudes ft Yseult 

🎶Vendredi Sur Mer - Lune Est L’Autre 

For These natives there is often a underhanded beat to them. they are conventional, but the moment you snag em, tug on those heart strings they try so desperately to hide you’ll see just how intense and obsessive these bulls can be. “obsessive” isn’t used here to be derogatory rather it’s to set the tone of the type of love these natives express. They want to devour their lover, in every aspect in every moment. They soak up the sweet talks, head rubs and sensual body touching like it was a blue star. they adore the mundane and subtle aspects of a connection more than most people and because of that they are easy to read. they are choosy and cold until they decide you are worth their time but the moment they set their hooves in the ground you become the bell they wont and can’t stop dancing around. they prefer a slow courting stage in most cases, but these Women and Men tend to be lovers and can’t help get swept up by the moment. Some might start slow and then be eaten up by the passion only a short while after. They are intense, dare i say even more so than Scorpios could ever be. The reason of the stark contrast in their level of intensity derives from the fact that unlike Scorpio, Taurus has their passions so deeply tied to the senses and the world around them that they become a slave to it. They can’t turn away from their desires or passions and are often ruled by lust in many cases that gets mistaken for love. They live in a world of infatuation more than they do one ruled by “true love.” they have a tendency of giving their hearts to the devil when their are angels all around begging for their love. Sexually in a union they are gluttons and can go and go, and go. The more they grow accustomed to you or your touch the orgasms they have tend to grow in intensity. They are loyal till death but are more on the conservative side even when they are single. they value long term over something that is one night unless they are severely lacking in any foundations in their life at the time. they can be overwhelming for some relationship wise because of how “real” they can be. They don’t play around and will be demanding lovers. 

“I Feel you like vibrations along my nerves, It drives me crazy but please don’t stop vibrating” 

Moon or Venus In Gemini - Moon Or Venus In The Third House: The Insatiable Want, The Constant Empty.

🎶Paradis - Hemisphere

🎶Paradis - Toi Et Moi

🎶Jacques Greene - Night Service(Fort Rameau Remix)

🎶Jacques Greene - Distance 

🎶Polica - Little Threads 

🎶Polica - Warrior Lord 

For these natives the line between romance and Complete apathy is very thin. One moment they are feeling the highs and lows of falling in love, having a crush, having a desire so intricate and tight knit that they are practically engulfed by the sensation like a drug. Yet in less than a second, a moment or a few days all of that intensity can fade, erode or seemingly exhaust its enthusiasm faster than the speed of light. The reason being is for Gemini placements romance, sex, attraction is in the head, it’s not solely dependent on the flesh. they are enthused by bodily assets like a big dick, or a nice curve, or even mayhaps a pretty smile, but it isn’t what ties the deal in for them. they prefer a dance that is littered with words spoken and unspoken. they enjoy a quiet sound to the courting stage that does not involve a heavy reliance on intimacy in the way many of us are so dependent and expectant of. Many with this placement aren’t talkers when they like someone, rather they become mouse. yet when it’s someone they feel nothing for they can dance better than anyone ever could, you might even think they’re in love with you if you didn’t already know better. Similar to Scorpio(hence why the two are inconjunct) When these natives actually feel something for you, they become very quiet, very careful and cautious and very..Dare i say ATTACHED. Now for many of us this isn’t something bad right? well for Gemini placements this is a fate worse than death. they are intensely afraid of loosing objectivity when it comes to these matters which all becomes gone with the wind the moment these women and men begin to actually cherish their moments with you. For the Gemini mooners this can mean going mute or loosing the ability to start a conversation with the person which is a complete 360 from what they originally present to you which will have you wondering if they hate you. For the Venus sisters and brothers this can mean becoming concerned, attentive but “distant” Which will contrast how open, bubbly and childlike they just were with you. For these natives attraction goes from being something lighthearted, and a time waster to something consuming and mentally absent. as lovers, once they get over the mental dead space hurdle they ARE immensely loving and and emotionally responsive, often having no qualms about expressing their love and desire of you. In fact they are some of the most vocal lovers of the zodiac. they can have moments where they seem more distant and unavailable but really this stems from the fact that no matter how you look at it you will always be dealing with more than one person when you deal with Gemini. The first decan oscillates between care free and open to, serious and pessimistic. the second decan oscillates between independent and Dependent. the third decan oscillates between childlike and bubbly to cold and emotionally distant. So always remember they can switch at any moment and knowing which twin your’re dealing with is important. Sexually they can fluctuate, they’re similar to Pisces in this regard they want sex when you want sex, they are into what you are into, the only difference for this mutable position is that if you can’t stimulate their mind, the will loose interest in the sex within a second of the foreplay. they are very hard to arouse, and if you can’t get their head in it, the sex wont happen at all.

“Demonstrations of good and bad, leave me wondering why i can’t find myself playing either side solely, i’d rather play both”

Moon or Venus in Cancer - Moon or Venus In The 4th House: If a Heart Could build A home

🎶Amanda Stenberg - Let My Baby Stay

🎶Raveena - Honey 

🎶Maye - Tu

🎶Japanese Breakfast - Boyish 

🎶Moonchild - The List

🎶Odie - North Face 

For These Natives love and Romance can feel like a game of chasing after what doesn’t want you and being chased after what you do not like. Their intense sexuality draws people in like moths to a fly, mainly because their aura is so earthly and divinely feminine and self assured no matter if they are male or female. They are impossible to meet in the realm of emotions mainly because they keep a very thick wall between what they feel and what they “intuitively” pick up from someone. Often i’d describe them as waves of the sea that never find stillness. Finding and maintaining interest in a lover beyond the initial physical attraction can be difficult for them, this is due to their inner insecurities linked to self love.Attracting taboo and mind games is always at the forefront until they master true inner self love, as when they haven’t mastered this crucial aspect everyone that gravitates towards them are reflections of this inner hate of the self. They can have a bad girl/bad boy complex that is shrouded in the sweet and innocent disposition. Part of them is dark and intense which is a stark contrast to what they outwardly portray to the world around them. Falling n love takes years for them and even if they do happen to let you in sooner you’ll feel as though you’re only getting part of them as these natives take the Scorpio ice out to a whole new level. Family and their relationship with their family will color how intimate or lacking in intimacy they may be. If much of their childhood was restricted they’ll challenge that theme by creating tension and seeking something dark in their love unions. if they were loved and protected they will be just as parental and tender as their upbringing taught them to be. Ociliating between committed and not committed can be the case with those who possess the lower vibrations of these placements but in most cases depth, emotional intensity and complete smothering represent the expression of their love once they truly let you in. Moodiness and emotional black outs are common as well especially the closer you get to them. They can seem lighthearted, fun and deeply detached one moment and then jealous, agitated and closed the next moment. They tend to be very sexual but can seem asexual most times due to how important emotional standings are prior to having sex can be for them. They need “Emotional Understanding” for sex to really mean anything to them which is often why sexualizing their “curves” or “body” is the quickest way to turn them off. These natives are intense and they can put Scorpios to shame a million times over so if you don’t have your emotions together be very aware they will tear that shit out of you. 

“I wanted to feel you like the wind on my skin, and the welting nerves as i form tears”

Moon Or Venus In Leo - Moon Or Venus In The 5th house: If It’s Not Fire Or Desire

🎶Kaytranda - 10%

🎶Kaytranda - Do It

🎶 Ravyn Lenae - Sticky 

🎶Kelela - LMK

🎶Lion Babe - Treat Me Like Fire

🎶Lion Babe - Hourglass Ft. Disclosure 

Full Fledged Leo moon and venus/in the 5th housers tend to exude this powerful force, and energy that feels angelic yet ferocious like that of a fallen angel. Love can be exhilarating but Painful. For them love is like the forbidden fruit and one they tend to be frightened of eating. They can boist their self love, or self confidence and self reliance but it’s all a farce to protect themselves from the scariest part of life, the part one cannot control no matter how brightly they try to shrug it off. This Unknown killer of Leo’s is love. They can be a slave to it, no matter how intense they can be with the rest of life that is the only sphere of their life they have no counter too. They approach love with a level of heaviness, as if you where caught in a house fire. They literally devour their lovers, body and soul. There is no, “Half” when it comes to romance, they need it in bulk and by the trillions and even the slightest smell of insincerity or distraction in your tone will have them out of love faster than water droplets have time to hit the floor during a storm. Ultimatums is their love language and they constantly pose them as they often times find their romances or lovers failing to meet their incredibly high love demands. On it’s own this isn’t bad but they can often times attract power plays and intense dire combatants in their love unions that makes things incredibly unstable and tense. Now in many cases these natives are attracted to this sort of fiery back and forth but it can at times put them in grave danger if their appetite to be challenged isn’t dealt with in youth. The Lion spirit is very present in their actions and they tend to have their libidos sky rocket when they are in love as almost all of their instincts are telling them to preform, entice and seduce their lovers. They are insanely giving and “other” centered but despite this they can be A LOT to handle due to how much of “you” they want. For these natives they are independent and they expect this same ability to be “alone” from you, though if this is overdone they can loose interest. similarly to cats they like to be seduced and be left guessing,so if they grow to expect certain behavior from you they’ll grow bored, yet if you change the rules too much they’ll grow paranoid at you. A nice balance of wanting them, yet having outside things to do is healthy as it gives them time to miss you but also time to appreciate you being away. Chaos is the best way to describe their love style, as it can feel like being trapped in a volcanic explosion 25/8 and don’t even think about asserting dominance without being challenged, the men and women with this placement will dig your grave before listening to a single demand you give them. SEX and INTIMACY are intense needs for these natives once they let you in and this gets pretty exhausting if you aren’t a person who is normally used to so much “contact” that being said these natives are Loyal almost to a fault and don’t know when enough is enough but trust me if taken for granted too long you’ll notice their disappearance as it will feel like having all the fire, passion leave your body. it could be compared as too having the sun itself turn it’s back on you. 

“The idea was to feel like i was already crowned, the flowers, and gold, the rosemary and wine, the inescapable desire, to feel totally engulfed by impulsive passion”

Moon Or Venus Virgo - Moon Or Venus In The 6th House: Something To be Fixed, Something Always Broken.

🎶Brent Faiyaz - Skyline 

🎶 Brent Faiyaz - rehab

🎶Brent Faiyaz - Insecure

🎶FKA Twigs - Thousand Eyes

🎶FKA Twigs - Cellophane 

🎶FKA Twigs - Hows That 

These natives are well known for their melancholic, rather dreary expression. they exude innocents and sensitivity yet something deep in this lost girl, lost boy aesthetic seems like there is often a double meaning to this willingness to be of service to others. unlike the sun and mars of this position the desire to be of service isn’t all the tied up to self worth or their ego rather it is tied up to their need for the concept of perfect emotional fulfillment. as you can imagine this is a very high bar to place on every partnership as most often than not meeting someone whom you connect with so deeply is a rare sight in itself and maintaing the highs and lows of your differences is what we all must come to accept and understand as a part of unity with another. These natives can lack the ability to be patient in that regard often wanting that ideal faster than it’s often ready to present itself so they often move things forward by creating a mission or becoming the mission themselves. thats the dark polarity of these beautiful people, one could blame it on mercury. The difference being that while gemini are semi conscious of this polarity, Virgo compartmentalize these personas and in the realm of emotions and relationships it creates highs and lows that show up as rifts and chasms rather than outright ups and downs. This is the allure, often times they present a rigid, aloof, and cool demeanor. they can feel misleading, because after the lengthy courting period they will make you their project, their sword, their mask, their blanket and yes even their home. they are sensitive and EXTREMELY trapped in their head-space so many times over they are analyzing their actions as well as yours. they value space and sanctum so often times they try to keep away from your friends unless you’ve vocally expressed that you’d like them to converse with your friends. they wont tag along with you somewhere unless you personally invite them or let them know its something you’ll desire. they wont initiate sex unless you express the desire for them first.  see with these natives it’s not flirty and blunt like fire it’s slow and sensual like earth. everything is slow building. These natives let you know in every natural and environmentally practical way that they want you. one example is the way they touch you, it’ll seem like you’re their patient in a hospital, it’ll be the way they pay attention to every detail as if you’re their first born, it’s the way they’ll handle you and your weaker personality traits with kid gloves and patients, and it’s the way they nit pick the mess out of you to build you into something great. these natives are slow to truly invest emotionally and you’ll always feel like you’re dealing with a shy teenager of the quiet variety but they are so loyal and so deeply sacrificing. Sexually they are beyond freaky, the live and breath your desires and are willing to compensate in any way to match those desires. they don’t run hot and cold so most likely they will be direct and upfront about their intentions no matter how shy they are. ironically the more they like you the more rational their mannerisms with dealing with you become. they also do the famous virgo stare but unlike the sun and mars counterpart it’s much sadder and plenty more vulnerable. they fall in love very hard and can be some of the sexiest of the zodiac, because 9/10 their innocent act is a gag and their real, plethora of other personalities are kinky, reckless, angry, sad, passionate, evasive, tension filled, rebellious, trauma all in one. 

“to see all of your wounds and closed spaces, to live among them and bandage them, to watch you fall and stand again, that is the truest form of intimacy”

Moon Or Venus In Libra - Moon or Venus In the 7th House: The Mom And Dad Dynamic.

🎶Jungle - House In LA

🎶Jungle - Lucky i get what i want

🎶Toro y Moi - So many details 

🎶Toro y Moi - Say that 

🎶Zayn - BeFoUR

🎶Zayn - BoRdErsZ

These natives are often caught up in this interesting his and hers dynamic whether they are heterosexual or homosexual. the idea here is that they often seek their ID or their respective counterpart masculine to feminine. ironically their is a big concept on these natives needing their energy to be balanced otherwise their indecisive nature comes out full force. The sun and mars suffer from this to some extent but not as intensely as most often the source of their duality comes from Venus manifesting/diluting the sun and opposing mars. with moon and Venus what is happening is that the energy is caught in a feminine or masculine energy depending on the modality of their moon or Venus in the case of the houses and the decan their moon or Venus sits in for Libra. Libra decan is looking for the masc or female dynamic, Aquarius decan is looking for the emotional vs non - emotional dynamic, Gemini decan is searching for the characteristic opposite of their main personality type. The modality’s(Fixed: is looking for someone who is not rooted in security and is more free of spirit and changeable. Mutable: looking for someone with direction, a sense of self and known desire for what they seek to do, cardinal : someone passive, relaxed and emotionally cool. someone who isn’t as impulsive and is more levelheaded and not the type to do things on a whim.) these natives are very sweet, very gentle and kind hearted...but a lot of their nature is based on what they perceive would make them likable in your eyes. maybe it’s being a class clown, maybe it’s being the cocky arrogant posh girl, maybe it’s playing unfamiliar and innocent, maybe it’s playing up a darker more intense persona, maybe it’s the addict or the narcissist, they ultimately play up what they’ve already read from your personality. Libra are often more observant than even Virgos, So although they are the hardest people to peg a personality trait due to their many faces, you will often know they’re interested in you if they drop the Face and really act their awkward and shy selves. These natives in reality are passive and multifaceted, which makes them complex and rather hard to get to know deeply. They like what you like mainly because it causes the least resistance. Now are all 7th housers and libra moon and venus natives like this? yes its actually a trait that shows up the most when they’re truly in love. These natives can play up the independent, party girl or the sexual free spirit all they like but deep down they want someone who fits them like a glove and they will do just about anything to maintain that connection once they find it. They are careful yet also  just enough as to not seem disinterested or dry. These natives are big filters but contrary to belief they are not the types to cheat unless they have harsher aspects involving Pluto, Uranus or Neptune on their Venus, doubly so if their libra moon or venus rest in the 8th, 11th, or 12th house. they adore beauty in relationships but this also includes the little things, the letters, or the times you forget to lock the door and have to drive all the way back home, and the nervousness of meeting parents. they love the long haul and tend to be long term oriented despite their outward fickle nature. The thing that i want to stress with these natives is that they will only do something if they want to do it, and the moment they feel pressured to act before they are ready without soft coaxing they’ll become unsure and shut down into a even more annoying state of indecisiveness. if you want them patience and slow building friendship helps to cool things down a bit. Sexually they are very sensual and extremely romantic, even if they don’t seem like the lot to be so. they prefer a stable sex partner as opposed to one nighters as they need to know what makes you feel good. they are romantic by nature so making you fall in love with them is always a secret goal of theres which makes the underdeveloped folks more dangerous. Sex and love are intertwined for them so the more they want to do it the more amorous their feelings are. now as im saying this please keep in mind everyone's desire for sex is different so even if the sex isn’t frequent but is still existent in a healthy range then they are all in.

“There is a madness to partnership, a sort of organized chaos between two people that starts one way and ultimately ends with their foot up your ass or the two of you doing the salsa on a gondola in Venice”

Moon Or Venus In Scorpio - Moon Or Venus In The 8th House : The Angel In Hell, The devil In Heaven. 

🎶Cult Of Helix - Blood

🎶Koda & Bijou - There

🎶PVRIS - Hallucinations

🎶Hayley Williams - Sudden Desire 

🎶Chromatics - Red Car

🎶Chromatics - Hands In The Dark

These Natives are tethered in a world and mental space far beyond anything that can be tamed or understood easily. They live in the pools of Pluto and the violent rugged storms of Mars pulling their energies too and fro like a flaming noose. On one hand they are penetrating, deep, cunning and so intensely consuming, another moment they are aloof, light Hearted, unassuming and detached. You’ll often read post about the famous Scorpio testing and their hot and cold antics,but, if i may tell you all a little secret. The hot and cold dynamic is due to their introspective nature. they analyze everything, a billion times over, negotiating aspects of your character with their “real” self, the one they still haven’t decided if you’re ready to see yet. The testing is a way to weed out the trouble makers before they plant rotten seeds in these natives already barren garden. By me saying this am i in no way implying scorpionic natives do not carry inner beauty, rather i am saying that due to the depth and intensity of their love they often are Hurt, broken and scar’d from having their love cast aside. These natives are their most vulnerable when they are young, Pluto takes from them very early on, introducing all of them to the idea of Loss, Love, Death, sacrifice, and the more sinful vs Love dynamic presented in their childhood. These natives see their love as something to be ashamed of in most cases and due to the way their intense love was received, in turn they learn to hide and withhold it. These natives are so loving and so endlessly sacrificing but more often than not they seek to protect themselves which at times stings those who are innocent or caught in the crossfire of the natives own unrealized trauma and pain. Projection is a big aspect to these natives as they often project their inner world on their environment and in turn attract people who karmically for better or worse will help them evolve. They can struggle with the concepts and lighthearted aspects that come with dating in its earlier stages such as the integral getting to know one another stage mainly due to the fact that these natives are hardwired to be distrusting of any applications of intimacy that serve the purpose of getting closer or opening up. To them the process can seem tense and stressful as an inner part of them feels like intimacy within itself is a ruse, for how could anyone truly connect to the perceived darkness behind the corridor that they themselves try to mask. There’s an instinctive duality to them that can seem like a constant storm, on one hand they are passionate, depth seeking and all or nothing, then at a moments notice they can be cool, aloof and disengaged at times hard to reach. This is their defense mechanism, they feel the pull of the connection and at times to restore stability and grounding they see you as the enemy, the danger to their solidity. There is a certain level of intrigue and awe that can stem from the way they express this hot and cold approach as it can genuinely leave you wondering where in the midst of that process lay their feelings for you. They can at times prologue this courting for days, weeks, months or years depending on the nature of their boundaries or trauma and even though they can crave the intensity and the soul bonding they would rather delay it even if it’s to their own detriment for the sake of ensuring the love and connection they feel towards you will be safe and will be genuine. Many with these aspects can attract wealthy partners or may benefit greatly from marriage due to the financial gain that will surely follow. The issue here is that on the negative end of the spectrum and especially with men of this position can marry or partner up soley for the material and financial gain that would follow the union. Chris Pratt is a perfect example of this unfortunately. That being said there is an endearing and painfully rewarding quality to the love these natives express and though it can at times lack the speed some may desire one must note that the loyalty and love that blooms for these natives is always so deep and true, much like a burning fire over a bed of ice. 

[jaskefer]

Obsessed with the idea of Extraordinary Things being a back and forth between Jaskier and Radovid, with Jaskier trying to draw him out in the first verse, and Radovid finally answering him in the second.

Cause like, with Radovid, Jaskier meets someone who he can't fully read properly. He knows there's something under the front of a drunken, bumbling prince, but he doesn't know him well enough yet to be certain as to what.

So, he tests the waters a bit. throws out a line to see if Radovid will take it—and he does. A little bit. But it's so interesting to me, because it doesn't just feel like Jaskier is trying to nail down Radovid's truth in this verse; it feels like he's injecting elements of his own mask into it, as well.

"Keep your words on ice, your gaze lights the fire. They say 'keep on playing nice,' but I have no desire. Why waste our words when lips were made for extraordinary things? It's not a want, it's a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."

This is Jaskier's read of Radovid as he knows him so far: a man hiding more complex wants beneath the veneer of a drunken party boy. But it's also Jaskier admitting that he knows this about Radovid because he wears the exact same mask himself.

Much like how Jaskier and Ciri speak through Geralt and Yennefer in order to process their own feelings about them later in the season, Jaskier sings through himself in order to comprehend who Radovid is. Jaskier is using the performative persona he's crafted for himself in an attempt to coax Radovid out of his.

All of it leads into the main intention of this song: "The greatest songs are made up of unspoken words of love. Of them, I've had enough. with you, I am enough." I am tired of having to put up a front. I want to be understood. I think you understand me. Prove me right.

And Radovid sees what Jaskier is doing. He comments on Jaskier's ability to see people for who they are and not who they pretend to be. But there's still more he wants to understand. This still feels like a game, in a way.

It's only after Radovid sees the brutality of Dijkstra and Philippa up close, watches them orchestrate the assassination of the queen and threaten to incriminate him if he doesn't fall in line, that he then grasps the vulnerability in Jaskier's lyrics. Jaskier is also caught between multiple conflicting desires, that of his loyalty to Geralt/Yen/Ciri, and that of his work as the Sandpiper & how said work is backed by his continued commitment to Redanian Intelligence. That internal conflict and the desire to escape it is also highlighted in the song's first verse ("they say keep on playing nice, but i have no desire"). Only after all of this, when true fear begins to take over and the game stops being fun, does Radovid truly begin to truly understand Jaskier.

And so, he seeks him out. And he responds.

“Drop the sweet disguise, your heart’s beating too loud. The fairytales and little lies can’t drown out all the sound.” You were right. I do understand you. I know what you really want, because we're the same. You can’t hide it behind a façade of a song and a story and a persona.

“Take this heart and break this heart for extraordinary things.” I don't know what will become of this, or us. I still don't fully know if we can trust each other. But no one has ever seen me in the way that you have.

It's not a want, it's a need. With you, I am enough.

[toastandjamie]

Part Three The Finale: Permanent Survival Mode

You ever notice how Mat’s at his best when he’s trapped in life threatening scenarios? I certainly have.

By the end of the series Mat is MORE comfortable when he’s in danger. Not just more comfortable but he seems to only feel confident when he’s in battle mode. Despite his claims of hating war and leadership, Mat seems more comfortable leading an army than he does just- being a normal person. And yes, this is because of the trauma. No surprises here but because of the constant life threatening scenarios Mat has developed a permanent state of Fight or Flight and often the choice is Fight.

Mat’s fear of powerlessness, his paranoia, and his obsession with control, makes operating normally very difficult to accomplish. However, these things suit him perfectly as a general, where he can micromanage, and never feel like he’s helpless because well, he’s not. He’s extremely battle savvy and not just because of the memories implanted into his head. Mat is at his best most confident when he’s Trying Not To Die. The Battle of Cairihen, being trapped in Ebou Dar, escaping Altara, the tower of Genji, the last battle. All of these are situations where he felt trapped and scared so he took full control of the situation and fought tooth and nail to victory.

Mat’s fear and paranoia are the things that most influence him and his relationships with others. Even with people he likes and ostensibly trusts, like Talmanes, Perrin, the wonder girls, and Thom, Mat is extremely secretive and uncommunicative, because he still has that fear and paranoia, though the outcomes he fears from each of these people is different. A lot of it is the fear of being perceived, another survival technique Mat developed was hiding his very obvious Specialness by staying in Rand’s shadow. When there’s someone like Rand who’s just so obviously who he is, and so powerful that eyes are drawn to him automatically, it’s very easy to get lost in that light, disappearing into the shadows left by the sun. No one will look for him when Rand’s right there. Not only is Rand Safety because he’s trustworthy but he’s also just a walking shield that hides Mat’s own extremely strong ta’vereness. Of course he couldn’t do that forever, especially once Rand started wanting to use his sudden war knowledge, so he downplays it. I read it in a book, it’s just a coincidence, it’s all perfectly mundane so don’t look over here and target me. Then of course once you lie so much about something it becomes increasingly difficult to admit the truth. Despite the Band knowing he’s Ta’veren, despite the fact that Talmanes most definitely figured out that Mat’s skills were NOT self taught and were actually Ta’veren fuckery, Mat still insists that it’s mundane.

Yet the things about him that aren’t mundane are the things he internally relies on and seeks comfort in. His luck and the memories of battle. Both things that keep him safe and he to some degree almost over relies on them. It’s no coincidence that Mat is the only one of the Ta’veren boys to gain some control over the effects of innate connection to chance. He relies on it so heavily and reversed engineered LITERAL ROLLS OF DICE to keep himself safe. This leads back into his discomfort with returning to normal life, his normal life was being a gambler and he’s now linked that with survival, with battle, with constant danger. That high you’d get from gambling is now so mixed with the adrenaline of fear that the two can’t be separated in his mind.

That’s where Tuon comes in, or more specifically the Seanchen. This hyper vigilance, this constant fight or flight, is characteristic of Seanchen society, especially within the high blood. This paranoia that Mat shows, the fact that he’ll bring a gun to a knife fight, him carry at least twelve knives on his person at any given time. This is the stuff that Tuon notes as good traits for him to have if she’s to marry him. She never would have considered actually marrying Mat if it wasn’t for this deeply engraved trauma response. All of Seanchen society might as well be one big trauma response let’s be real. Oddly enough, despite hating and fearing the Seanchen “assassination attempts as a sign of respect” tradition, Mat is very comfortable into settling into that routine. That’s because constantly fearing for his life has literally become his new normal, being constantly vigilant is his baseline now. He tells Min as much when she asks him if he wants her to ask Egwene to get him out of Seanchen, “I said the Seanchen were crazy, not that they weren’t fun.” He calls it fun, but I think it’s more accurate to say that mind finds it comfortable. It’s not safe, but it’s familiar, and he feels confident in his ability to handle the situation.

I think that by the end of series, Mat wouldn’t have acclimated well to post-tarmengedon life anywhere but in Seanchen. Acclimating to peace and safety, would’ve been very difficult for his trauma addled brain, much more so then did say Perrin who had a strong support network in the form of Faile. Tuon is not exactly the best person to be vulnerable with and that works for Mat who is so deep in trauma related survival instincts that trying to be open and vulnerable would not only be difficult but might actually break him. I’m not saying it’s healthy, because it’s not, but I think to Mat Seanchen culture would seem very appealing in a subconscious way. Familiar and controllable. The unfortunate issue he runs into is that Tuon has the same brain as him and also has control issues so their entire relationship is one long power struggle, however I also think that because they are so similar and are evenly matched, they balance eachother out in a way that at least they can trust eachother. They can find safety in each other if in nothing else. It’s the same type of safety that Mat found in Rand, trusting someone while being terrified of them. Tuon IS terrifying and Mat is scared of her for good reason, but he trusts her. Trusts her word, trusts that at the very least if she kills him she’ll condemn him to death while looking him in the eyes and smiling.

[gabessquishytum]

One of the ideas I’m obsessed with is Hob getting summoned instead of Dream because he has been touched by Death. The Corinthian would be unmade. So no glass sphere. But Burgess would find out very soon that Hob is immortal—but is not Death. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his uses.

Burgess forms a collar that hides Hob and keeps him bound to his will, but is easier to maintain than the circle. Either way, hob is trapped but not protected by glass. That means Burgess has a lot more options. He does experiments on him and sells his organs and blood, whatever he can do to make a buck.

Hob however isn’t like Dream. He begs and shouts and tries to befriend the guards and nothing works.

But he also tries to befriend Alex Burgess. Ironically as Alex grows up, Hob is a rare positive presence in his life.

One day, when Alex is a young man, Burgess catches him talking to Hob. Alex fights him and he dies the same way. For a moment, Hob is full of hope. But Alex doesn’t let Hob go. He takes Hob’s face in his hands and professes his love.

This was not the outcome Hob wanted at all. Hob tells Alex he can’t return his feelings. He has grown to be fond of him, but it’s too weird for him since he watched Alex grow up. But also, Hob reminds him, he is a prisoner, so even if he did feel the same, he can’t truly consent. Again he pleads with Alex if he really loves him, he would let him be free.

But Alex says he can’t let him go. He begs Hob to give him a chance; Hob begs for freedom. They’re at a total impasse.

The years pass. Alex tries to treat Hob better. He doesn’t sell parts of him or torture him. He lets him out of the basement to roam the house, walk the grounds, feeds him the best food money can buy. But no matter how much Hob asks, Alex refuses to let him go free. If enough time passes he is sure Hob will grow to love him back.

Hob is walking on eggshells. He knows Alex has all the power, only he can remove the collar, and Hob is very aware that if Alex snaps, all bets might be off. Every day that passes, neither of man getting what they want, Alex and Hob each get a little more desperate.

No one is looking for Hob. Even his stranger won’t know to look until 1989 at least—and that’s assuming he even shows up after Hob offended him so badly…

Wowee, I love this!!! I also love a good "Hob gets captured instead" fic and I really like the idea of Hob and Alex having this super complicated thing going on. I feel like Alex is a great narrative foil for Hob in many ways, I guess they have certain similarities. The differences all come in the ways that they view and perceive Dream as a friend/person/object.

Anyway I'm adding the second part that you sent which is also super interesting. I'm quite fascinated by the idea of Destruction being Hob’s rescuer, that has the bones of an AWESOME Hobstruction whump fic right there. I'm also very keen on the idea of the Corinthian somehow coming to have ownership of Hob...

Other possible candidates for who might free Hob that come to mind...

Calliope - once she escapes her own captivity, perhaps she seeks out other beings in trouble in order to give herself some closure. She "inspires" the captors to free Hob, not knowing anything about the friendship between him and Dream.

Death - she's kind of noticed that Hob hasn't died for a while (he does it periodically and it's a way for her to check in with him) and she goes to see what's up. OR Hob mentally breaks down and asks for Death to come to him. Whether she takes him to the sunless lands or not, I'm not sure!

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Little Mouse;; PSH

Word Count;; 2.4k

Genre;; Yandere + Smut

Pairing;; Seonghwa x Reader

Summary;;

You’ve escaped the toxicity of your past and greener pastures lie ahead… yet there’s a dark cloud brewing overhead, brimming with the promise of retribution. Sometimes it’s better to just give in and weather the storm.

Warnings;;

Dark fic!! Toxic!Seonghwa, abusive/loveless relationship, obsessive behaviour, reader is a sub, oral sex (m!receiving), degradation + use of ‘Daddy’, sadistic Seonghwa, threat of a belting, video filming w/ threat of blackmail, slight dacryphilia

Notes;;

Valentine’s Prompts : Cat and Mouse + Rose Petals

I’ve gotta post this so I can move on tbh

Second half went to shit because I was uncomfortable lmfao

My beta reader said, "Seonghwa is an asshole! He made me feel bad about myself!" so fair warning

Main Masterlist || ATEEZ Masterlist

   You met a boy a few weeks ago and he’s everything. From his dazzling smile to his kind eyes and his warm personality, he’s what many would consider ‘perfect’. When he calls you late at night it’s to hear you talk, not to summon you to his side. His gifts are the type you can show your family rather than hiding them within your closet. He even compromises. For the first time in years you’ve been given a voice. And the best part of it all is that he wants to go steady with you.

   As in your boyfriend.

   You, with a real, proper boyfriend. If only your younger self could see you now, living the life of a romance protagonist – grand gestures and all. He’s on the flashy side but it’s in good faith. No harm, no foul, even if sometimes it’s embarrassing when done in front of your coworkers and friends. At least he’s open with his feelings unlike your last… fling. You can’t even call it a relationship; he’d never acknowledged you as anything other than his little mouse.

   Clenching your hands around the steering wheel, you inhale fresh air into your tired lungs. Your exhale comes too soon, too fast. Inhaling deeper, you let loose the anger you have toward him. Not in an explosive outburst but with a gentle sigh. Negativity breeds negativity and you’ve had your fill. Good things are on the horizon for those who seek them out and you’re ready to reap the seeds of change you’ve sown. It’s only getting better from here on out, that’s what your life coach says, and this year it actually feels true.

   And so you had packed up your things, deleted his number, and met someone better.

   You’ve been born anew and given a second chance.

   Manifest your dreams.

   It’s a mantra (one of many taught to you through some online self-help program that costs more than your mortgage) that you repeat to yourself. Over and over the words loop inside your brain as you pull up to your house. The ‘spend money to make money’ has yet to prove true but you plan to add a garage once it does. For now you settle for parking in the driveway and going through the motions as you put up the sun shade. It darkens the vehicle, makes it cosier.

   Taking out your phone you check for new messages, brave enough to face the repercussions of your actions now that you’re alone and detached from the world. To your relief there’s nothing from either man. Perhaps he’s letting you go without a fight, maybe even moving on to his next toy. While that does alleviate some tension, it’s only temporary. Your stomach is quick to fold in on itself, stretching and contorting at the cruel realisation that you can’t ascertain just which of the two you wish the statement were true for.

   Brilliant streaks of purple and orange paint the sky as dusk approaches. If you stay in your car any longer, night will fall and the air will turn bitter. Grabbing your bag, you slip your phone back inside before walking up the narrow pathway to your quaint home. It’s nothing extravagant but it’s yours and there’s not very many things you can say that for. The porch features a rickety chair, two (dead) potted plants, a welcome mat that’s years overdue for a replacement, and… roses?

   Blood red petals greet you upon your approach. Most have blown away but some still linger, welcoming you home. Aside from the glass vase holding the bulk of the flowers, there’s some shoved in between the main door and the storm door. It’s just the buds, as well as a plethora of loose petals. In a way they beckon you to enter. Grabbing the vase, you indulge them.

   The petals tumble around your feet the moment the storm door creaks open. It’s a stark contrast; the ruby red dripping onto your fading black shoes is reminiscent of an artsy noir film. Despite the queasiness it invokes, you can’t help but smile. This is exactly the kind of outrageous display your (dare you say it?) boyfriend is prone to. Taking a deep breath, the sweetest aroma caresses you. It’s everything you could ever wish for.

   He’s everything you could ever wish for.

   You reach for your phone to shoot off a text to your boyfriend when a cold gust whips down the street. Violent and sudden, it steals several lawn chairs and flamingos, snapping them in half as they slam against cars and fences. The rose petals and their enticing fragrance are blown away without a trace. Picking up in velocity, the wind slams the glass storm door into your side, threatening you to go inside or face its wrath.

   Sometimes it’s best to relent and just weather the storm.

   Pushing open your main house door, you turn back to grab the storm door lest it be torn from its hinges. It’s a game of tug-o-war. Forced to abandon the rose vase on the ground, you dig in with your heels to get the upper hand on the torrential winds. Leveraging your body against the threshold, you apply what little knowledge of physics you recall from school to create a fulcrum between the wall and your knee. It does the trick and the door shuts with a thunderous crack. With no energy to fight further, you close and lock the house door as well.

   The house is plunged into darkness. Unlike the car, it’s not comforting in any way, shape or form. Even though it’s been your home for several months now, there’s something unnatural about the way the shadows sit. You toss your handbag into their hungry grasp. It thuds against the couch.

   While the storm has yet to reach peak levels of destruction, it may have still killed the electricity. You pray it hasn’t. Finding the switch through pure muscle memory and instinct, you flip it on and--

   Light floods your small living room. Licking up the length of your spine, shivers wrack your body into a tremor. Everything is red. In the seconds it takes for your eyes to adjust, you’re reminded of Seonghwa. He liked you best when you were red: red lips, red lace, red eyes, red cuts.

   Even when you distinguish the sea of red on your beige carpet to be roses, tears sting the corners of your eyes. This isn’t right. Petals litter your floor, lining a path up toward your bedroom. A pair of teddy bears await you at the top of the stairway. One is holding a rose while the other is made of roses.

   Step by step you make your way to the top.

   You don’t bother to wonder how he got inside. When Seonghwa wants something, he gets it. And who else but Seonghwa would go to this much effort just to torment you? Playing with your heart is a pastime he can’t help but indulge. Love is, after all, a game to him. You’re a game to him.

   Picking up the fluffy bear, you sniff the rose attached to its little paw. It’s pointless when the whole house smells this way but the action itself seems like something a leading actress would do before she smiles coyly at her beloved. You cradle the bear to your chest and continue toward the inevitable, following the path he so carefully laid out for you.

   The closer you get to your bedroom, the less fight you have. There’s a faint glow colouring your door in orange and flickering shadows. Despair weighs you down until all you can muster is the dragging of your feet along the plush carpet. Beyond the spattering of candles no doubt lies a punishment. It’s one you deserve, which makes the whole situation worse.

   Collecting the few articles of clothes he allowed you to keep at his place in the middle of the day with nary a note was a low-blow, even for you. And though you weren’t a couple, it’s still courteous to officially end a relationship you never plan to revisit. Blocking him on all your social media and changing your number wasn’t the right way to do it. Facing him head on, however, never felt like a viable option.

   With your hand on the knob, you look down to take a deep breath and regret it immediately. The candles are set up in the shape of a heart. Another display, another act. He’s meticulous and sadistic, and this is a statement. How’d you ever get tied up with such a monster? Not bothering to hold back, tears crawl down your face as you push open the door. At least now you’re bearing gifts - he always did love to see you cry.

   Sprawled out on your bed, he’s staring at the ceiling when you enter. His leather-clad legs are spread wide and his arms prop his head up. Disappointment twists his lips into a scowl. The effect it has - he has - on you is instantaneous. Dropping your head in shame, you close the door and take a step toward him, embracing your teddy bear tighter for support.

   Rising to a sitting position, he crooks his finger and beckons you forward. “Come here.”

   “Seonghwa, I’m sor–”

   “Quiet.”

   Your mouth clamps shut. Doing as he says, you cross the room in silence. He stands to shimmy out of his plain white shirt, abandoning it on the floor. The action leaves his hair tousled. As always, he’s a sight to behold.

   Clicking his fingers and pointing down toward his feet, he says, “Get on your knees.”

   “But–”

   “Now.”

   Ever dutiful to his command, you drop to your knees. The carpet does little to cushion your fall and a sharp jolt claws up your leg. You know better than to keep him waiting, however, so you ignore the pain in favour of unbuckling his belt. The metal is cold to the touch and your fingers tremble. While the design isn't intricate you struggle to remove it, earning an impatient sigh.

   "Fucking useless," he mutters, slapping your hands aside. "The only thing you're good for is sucking cock, isn't that right?"

   You nod as he removes the belt with deft fingers. Dark eyes glower down at your quivering form. Seonghwa has a way of tearing people apart with a single look – you've always felt so insignificant beneath him.

   Unable to hold his gaze, you drop your head. Just when your life was taking a positive turn, he had to stroll back into it. While you didn't know the 'how', the 'why' of his return was more pressing. Couldn't he find a new plaything to break? Why did it have to be you?

   Somewhere overhead comes the crack of his belt. It whips through the air and a small breeze rushes against your face. You flinch, falling back on your heels. Tears well in your eyes. At a pace much too slow for his growing impatience, you return your focus to Seonghwa.

   "Pathetic." He laughs. It's a venomous sound, filled with malice and malintention. "Hurry up."

   It's easier to work under great pressure; buttons and zippers are undone with little hesitation despite how bleary your moist eyes are. Smooth like marble, you pull his pants down his soft thighs. You don't bother to take them off completely, instead hooking your fingers within the band of his briefs. Guilt clenches at your gut.

   "Seonghwa, I ca–" You gulp when his eyes narrow. A scowl pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. The crack of his neck is ugly and violent. Gripping the belt buckle beneath paling knuckles, his spare hand tightens around the loose end, snapping the length into a thin line. "Daddy. I meant to s–"

   "God, I hate you," he spits, contempt seeping out from his every pore as he tosses the belt onto the bed. It's still within reach should he decide you need a punishment, a silent warning to keep you compliant.

   "I'm sorry," you murmur, biting back your sobs. From experience you know it annoys him more when you babble and whine, and while he loves torturing you to the point of tears, he despises hearing your 'cauterwauling'. "Sorry, I'm sor–"

   Pulling his cock free, he slaps it across your face. "Just shut up and suck."

   He tastes salty on your tongue. You take him deep, holding his thigh for support. When his cock hits the back of your throat, you wince. It’s too much. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your soft sobs vibrate around him and he groans, using his thumb to wipe the moisture from your face. He offers no respite as his hips piston forward. There’s no space for anything other than him, no room to breathe when he’s filling you completely.

   Looking up at him with heavy eyes, he’s a blur before you. One hand rests around your jaw, locking you in place while hollowing your cheeks. He holds something rectangular in the other. It gleams in the limited lighting, taunting you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you blink away the tears.

   “And I thought you had a boyfriend now?” he snickers, watching you through the screen of his phone. “Should I send him a little video? Show him how much of a slut you really are?”

   Your breath hitches. Using your stunned state to jut forward, he pushes his cock even deeper until you’re gagging around his length. He discards his phone on your bed before digging his nails into your scalp. Stinging pain explodes outward from his touch. Pushing through the ache of your jaw and the desperate burn of your throat, your tongue caresses him. Your technique is sloppy, drool leaking from the corner of your lips.

   Growing bored with your pathetic display, his foot tapping in quick succession, he releases you. You fall away, dropping to your hands as you sputter and cough. His cock shines with a thin veneer of saliva. Hard and proud, Seonghwa stands before you with a disdainful smirk darkening his edges. He strokes himself twice before snapping his fingers.

   “You’re not done, little mouse.”

   This time you don’t hesitate. You lick his pre-cum, tongue swirling around his tip before deepthroating him. It was your own naivety that led you here; deep down you’ve always known you couldn’t escape Seonghwa. There’s no point in trying – you belong to him. You moan around him, just the way he likes, and his hand finds purchase atop your head. Enclosing you within his palm, he pets you, the gesture almost comforting. Leaning into his touch, you suck his cock with fervour. His words are a purr that echo within your skull.

   "Guess my little whore still loves Daddy best.”

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[mondaymelon]

— 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘂: 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆? ♥

:feat~ diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli x gn!reader:

(warnings~ obsessive behavior, cult au!)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside

DILUC is just about as dedicated as they come.

And while his schedule is tightly packed, he spends every free minute he has by your side… Just listening to your voice energizes him more than any amount of rest will! No matter what has happened in the hours prior, everything, all worries, just seem to wash away when he faces your holy presence!

You are a pure, perfect being in his eyes.

Every breath, every step you take, should be heralded as a gift.

The only thing stopping him from abandoning all of his duties and staying with you for every waking second is… well, you, who insists that he has to do his work too. And if he disobeyed that order, you’d be upset at him, and he certainly can’t have the creator like that! If you glared at him… told him that you despised him… well, Diluc might as well just die.

Because he lived for you, and if you found him useless, then that was just what he was. He was what you determined he was.

And that fact almost reassured him.

“Diluc… you have to make sure not to overwork yourself.” His head is in your lap, eyes blissfully closed as you comb your fingers through his fluffy red hair.

“Right now, I feel better than I ever have, my savior.” ♥

Blissfully loyal CHILDE.

Who trails after you all day, every day, wanting to help you in any way he can! It was your voice that spoke to him, comforted him in his darkest times, it was you, the miracle who saved his existence. He doesn’t even want to imagine what’d he be like if you weren’t there for him… Most likely still, cold… with noone to bury his sorry corpse.

So now, he has to repay you, no matter what. He can’t just take your kindness for granted!!

After all, without you, he wouldn’t even be here. So, he’s dedicated himself to you, his life, his love, to do something, anything to benefit you.

It doesn’t matter if the other fatui members and cultists think ill of him - because they don’t matter. All that matters is you, you who is always on his mind.

“Childe?”

“Yes, my majesty?”

“I don’t know what’d I do without you.”

His eyes widen, just by a fraction, and his steady breathing hitches.

Has his heart stopped? Was this the afterlife? How come he couldn’t hear anything anymore?

“...I…” He can barely utter a word, and it’s less than a whisper.

“Is it so selfish that I want you all to myself?” ♥

Overprotective KAEYA, who can’t stand it when other cultists try to take his place.

And why should he stay silent? He has to make sure his position by your side will never change, otherwise, you might tired of him!

His flirtatious side hides his more desperate one - desperate for your attention. Your affection - your shy touches. He wants you, all of you.

But he can’t be so selfish and hasty. After all, the Savior has blessed millions and earned countless devout followers, and he’s just one of many.

Still, a small part of him has hope.

Hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s special to you.

He could be that greedy, at least, right?

The greed that fuels his racing, aching, heart whenever he’s by your side, listening to your beautiful voice with a love-sick smile.

“Kaeya, don’t you ever get tired of following me around? You should have some time for yourself… am I being a bother…?” You sheepishly glance at the blue-haired man whose walking next to you, shoulder brushing against yours. 

“Never, for as long as I live, will that ever happen.” ♥

Unwavering ZHONGLI, who will follow you to the grave and beyond if you will it.

For you, he’d do anything.

And that’s no understatement.

Ever since the death of his past lover, he had grieved, conspired against the heavens, let hatred run amok in his heart. He had directed his sorrows toward you, set his sharp gaze to you, and sought to seek revenge. Sought to seek answers. 

Why had she died?

What had she done wrong?

Why did you have to take her away from me?

But all of his troubles seemed to dissolve when you descended. It was as soon as he saw you in person, eyes glittering with unspeakable knowledge and the air of absolute fragility - as if one misspoken word could fracture you, forever.

And since that day, he had sworn to repent. Sworn to be by your side until the end of time.

“Zhongli, why do you always act so indebted to me? You’re free to act more comfortably, if you like.” You glanced at his form as he poured you a cup of tea. The man only smiled in return, before staring up at you with his seemingly golden eyes.

“You are my savior, and you deserve to be treated as such.” ♥

(a/n) inspiration is back along with a bailu theme yippeeeee yeah so im not sick anymore hehehasfadgdg