#madman!reader

[richeeduvie]

Will we ever get a Salamanca wedding in madman?

....Not a wedding, per say. I think at best a engagement is due - but Lalo's obsessive thought process would have to shift from his breeding kink for Princesa to locking her down with a ring and by law. I've said that is so into the idea that putting her in the compound forever with their twelve kids is enough to keep her forever. But then the though of making Princesa his wife just completes the whole thing. His Princesa, his sweet girl, his whore - to be his wife, it just makes sense. If he's able to get there within the time of Madman on AO3 - then you'll see a Salamanca wedding.

But I've said I'll continue writing longer fics for Madman on Tumblr and AO3 after Madman finishes - it'll be different than the one-shot collection cause it'll specifically follow the aftermath of Madman. The one-shot collection will just be for the general fics that kinda exist in the odd/maybe canon Madman!AU. I hope you'll enjoy that! You might see the Madman wedding there!

[misteria247]

(Y/N): Wally?

Wally looking at his script: Yes (Y/N)?

(Y/N): Would you love me if I was a worm?

Wally looking up: What-?

(Y/N): I said would you love me if I was a worm?

Wally:........Yes....?

(Y/N): Okay cool. Cuz if you were a worm I'd love you.

Wally oddly touched but hella confused: Thank you????

[nevertheless-moving]

continution of stormlight au 14, where kaladin keeps it together just a little longer:

Adolin: Storms! So both you and bridgeboy have been radiants—

Kaladin: surgebinders.

Adolin: surgebinders, this whole time? Unbelievable! Anyone else here secretly a surgebinder?

Renarin:

Shallan: I— your cousin. Jasnah. She didn't have a soulcaster. She was one.

Kaladin: Wait. I thought you said she died.

Shallan: Radiants can be killed! She had a sword through her chest!

Kaladin: I mean...I haven't tested that out specifically. But I've been shot a lot. And I was basically flayed alive. Teft nursed me back to life with a few diamond chips.

Adolin: Hah! The assassin did get you with a shardblade, didn't he? And you healed from it!

Navani: I knew it. She's impossible to kill.

Shallan: I— but I sank the boat. Oh stormfather...

Kaladin: I can also survive without breathing a while. 20 minutes easily. haven't timed my limits.

Adolin:

Shallan:

Shallan: I — wait, did you say you were flayed alive? What? Why?

Kaladin: It's — it's how the whole stormblessed title happened. Got strung up in a highstorm.

Adolin: Huh. At this point I was wondering if you got the title talking to the stormfather himself, ha!

Kaladin:

Adolin: ....Bridgeboy?

Kaladin: It. I mean during highstorms sometimes...

Adolin: I swear if you say you thought it was a hallucination I'm throwing you as far as I can. And I'm wearing plate right now.

Kaladin: It— it can't have been real.

Adolin: I'll do it bridgeboy. I know you can take it.

Kaladin: Fine. Anyway. That's how I got the stormblessed name. Sadeas ordered me outside, left upside down in a highstorm. Not fun, but I lived.

Shallan: So... she really could be alive...

Adolin: My captain of the guard, my bethrothed, and my cousin! Ha! Renarin, you'd tell me if you were a radiant — I mean a surgebinder, right?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin...I...but why wouldn't you tell me?

Renarin (crying): I thought I was going mad. I was seeing things, I could hear screaming from my shardblade...

Kaladin: I hear that too!

Shallan: There's...something wrong with most shardblades.

Renarin: I thought it was...

Adolin (gripping Renarin's shoulder): Brother.

Adolin: I don't think hallucinations are real.

[yawnetu]

now if you told me i'd be 100% simping for giant smurf men 3 years ago, i would have laughed and gagged. but look where we are now

you either die vanilla, or live long enough to see yourself become a thot 🫡

[darkbluekies]

The cynical playhouse

yandere!doctor OC x GN reader x psychopatic!doctor

Summary: a mad doctor has decided to take you for his sick experiment and your very own yandere, Dr Kry, is not going to let this slide, he'll get his hands dirty to keep what's his.

Warnings: mental torture, physical torture, indication of masturbating, mad doctor, mentions of killing, death, mentions of graphic pictures and screams, nudity (not sexual), killing someone with a crowbar, yandere themes, chains, scalpel, cuts, blood, needles, drugs, gore

Word count: 3.2k

Day 0 — prologue

"I need someone that isn’t very strong minded, someone that will respond to the experiment.”

“The hospital is filled with vulnerable patients.”

“But they’re watched by so many nurses and their families are breathing down their necks. If anyone disappeared, people would notice … I need someone that no one would miss, you know?”

“There’s one actually … one that no one really knows anything about. Their family has never visited and none of the nurses have barely seen them. They could be interesting for your experiment.”

“Who?”

“Dr Kry’s little sweetheart.”

Day 1

You can hear someone whispering in the room. Lazily, you open your eyes to see who Dr Kry is hissing with. In the darkness of the room you can tell that there are two men, but you can’t tell who Dr Kry is. None of them resembles him. You know how his body looks and both of these men look too … old? 

“Oh, they’re awake”, an unfamiliar voice chuckles lowly. 

“Not for long.”

“What’s going on?” you mumble tiredly as you feel one of the men take your arm in his cold hand. 

“Shh, just relax for me. It’ll just sting a little.”

The sharp pain from a needle causes your eyes to pry open and your heart to stop. Your eyes dart down to where the pain originates from and finds that the unfamiliar man is currently injecting you with some kind of substance. 

“What are you doing?!” you gasp in pure terror. 

“Shh”, the man with the needle says calmly and puts his finger over his mouth, a warning for you to quiet down. “You’ll soon go to sleep, don’t worry.”

You can start to feel how your body starts to go numb, how your eyes want to flutter shut. You fight against the substance, refusing to let your unconscious body fall in the hands of these two strange men. 

“Don’t fight it”, the man with the needle says in a comforting yet taunting manner. “Just give in.”

“N-No ..”, you choke out. 

Your vision starts to get more and more blurry until it all turns black. 

You wake up with your head down on a table. Groggily, you sit up and look around. Quickly, you seem to sober up the second you realize that you’re not in your hospital room anymore. The room you’re in now is an empty, white room with a large mirror to your side. It takes up most of the wall. A security camera is watching you from the corner of the room. You look down at the table you were sleeping on and notice that your hands are cuffed to the white surface. 

Your heart accelerates to 100km/h. It’s going to jump out of your chest at any moment. 

“W-What’s going on?!” you shout and look around in despair. “Hello?!”

“Don’t panic, my dear”, the voice who told you to give in to the substance says through the speaker under the security camera. “Calm down and listen to me, okay?”

“W-Where am I?”

“You’re in my little … playhouse. We’re going to have a lot of fun here, you and I.”

You shake your head as tears start to form in your eyes. You don’t want to know what his kind of fun is. Panic starts burning in your chest.

“Please let me go”, you start to sob. 

“Don’t cry. I only need you for a little while.”

“A-And then what? Will I get to go home?”

“Home? Gosh no! You’d go straight to the police and expose all the fun we had here! My funhouse is exclusive. I can’t let just anyone participate!”

“I don’t want to participate!”

“But you’re here now. I can’t let you go. I can tell you what I’m going to do with you, though. I’m going to test the human’s brain and you’re going to help me. If everything goes well, I’ll get famous!”

You wish that you could wipe your runny nose, but your hands are chained with heavy chains and you’re in no physical state to lift them. 

Day 2

Nothing really happened yesterday. You were left alone in the white room. A sound was coming from the loudspeaker. The sound of flies flying around. In the beginning, you tried to find something of a rhythm in it to create somewhat of a melody, but quickly started getting annoyed at the buzz. You had shouted to turn it off and only heard a giggle in the loudspeaker in return. You don’t know how long time had passed, but you’re sure you had to sit and listen to that sound for at last four hours. 

Today, however, the man has decided to step it up a notch. The door opens and he walks in with a TV on a rolling table. You refuse to look at him. The TV turns on and you’re forced to see a slideshow of the most grotesque pictures taken at crime scenes — some by the cops and some by the killers themselves. Over the pictures, a distorted melody with occasional screams can be heard. You don’t doubt that the screams are real. This one breaks you down easier than the buzzing you heard yesterday. Even if you look away, you can still hear the sound. You can’t lift up your hands to cover your ears. 

“Make it stop!” you plead and feel the tears burn behind your eyelids. “Please!”

No response. 

“P-Please, I-I’ll do anything”, you sob, your whole body shaking along. “I’ll do … do anything … please.”

“You were cuter than I thought”, the voice in the loudspeaker says. “So fragile. I get why Dr Kry wants you.”

“Dr Kry? I-Is he involved in this?!”

“No, he’s not. Your little doctor is actually looking for you. I heard that he destroyed a trash can in anger and looked at the security footage yesterday.”

You look up at the security camera. 

“Oh, don’t bother”, the voice says. “This camera leads to my own little private collection. I want to save my playtimes so I can rewatch them once you’re dead.”

You sob again. 

“Look up, Y/N”, the man says, “and turn your head to your right.”

You do. The only thing you can see is your own image. Your red eyes, the messy hair, your body in the hospital gown and your hands chained to the table. You look horrible.

“That’s right”; the man sighs out in satisfaction — almost a moan. “Looking so ... so fragile. Fuck."

You look down in the realization that this is a one way mirror. He's sitting on the other side of the glass, currently getting off on your fear. You've never felt so exposed before. You can only imagine what he'll do with the footage later on. Shame creeps up on you. Embarrassed to be treated like this, ashamed that you can't do anything to stop it. You're only a pawn in his manic game.

Dr Kry has been running around looking for you for over twenty four hours now. He hasn't rested once, hasn’t eaten once either. The only thing he’s nourished himself with is energy drinks and coffee, but that’s only to keep up his energy so he can look for you. The very thought about sitting down and eating makes him sick. How can he? You're his will to live! If he can't find you … no, he doesn't want to think about that. He is going to find you. He has to.

Yesterday when he walked into your room and found that you weren’t there, he had freaked out. First, the thought that you had snuck down to the cafeteria. Firstly, he had gotten annoyed. Like, hasn’t he made it clear to you not to leave his room without him by your side? He promised himself that he would punish you if he found you munching on a sandwich down at the cafeteria. He’s had to punish you a few times for sneaking out or talking with other patients and doctors and it hurts him so much every time. He doesn’t blame you, never does. You’re a little sweetheart, it's other peoples’ bad influence that makes you act badly. But that’s why Dr Kry is here. He’ll always make sure you never get in trouble. 

He couldn’t figure out for the life of him who could have made you sneak out, but he promised himself to make sure they never talk to you again. To his disappointment, the cafeteria was empty. Somehow, he was happy that you weren’t here, it meant that you didn’t betray his trust by walking down here … but he’s disappointed because that meant that you could be anywhere in this large building. Or even outside in the harsh, cruel world. He had asked people if they’d seen you, but he got two answers — both disappointing. They’d either not seen you … or they didn’t know who you are. Dr Kry kicked a trash can on his way to the security room. On the way, he met one of the doctor assistants he never talks to. The man avoided his gaze and switched corridors the second they walked past each other. He watched the security footage … but it was all deleted. There was nothing to see. You were nowhere to be seen!

Dr Kry has been all over the town in search of you. He's been to your parents house (without them noticing), to your friends houses (you’ve only told him about them once, but he remembers so well)  and all the possible places you could hide — such as coffee shops and parks. You’re nowhere to be found. 

He sinks down in his seat in the car and hides his face into his hands. Where are you? He doesn’t believe that you’ve hid from him anymore. You wouldn’t last this long. If you wanted to give him a scare, you’d hide for an hour or so and then pop out to scare him … you wouldn’t do this. Someone must have taken you. 

It hits him. Someone must have seen you. You can’t just have disappeared like that. He thinks harder, enough to make his brain creak. There was no footage from the security cameras from the night you disappeared from the period of two am to three am. Someone must have deleted it. 

That assistant. The one he passed by yesterday. It must have been him. 

Day 3

“Today, my little doll, we’ll see how your brain reacts to physical pain!”

You don’t answer. Three days have passed and you’ve already lost all hope. Not a single bite of food have you been granted and not a single drop of water. If you don’t get to drink today you’ll die. Somehow you hope that the freak behind the one sided mirror won’t give you any water. You just want to get out of here and if the only way is death … then so be it. You feel like you’re a ghost. None of this is really real, you’re not actually sitting in the chair, your hands aren’t actually chained. You’re just dreaming. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here. 

The door opens and the man enters. You can’t look at him, he makes your stomach turn. 

“Before we start, I remembered that you need to have something yummy to eat”, he says as if he was talking to a doll or a child. “I brought you mashed potatoes.”

“I don’t want it”, you mumble. 

“Open up.”

He holds the spoon with mashed potatoes to your mouth. You keeps your lips together and turn your head away. The man pokes your cheek with the spoon, growing more and more impatient. 

“Eat. It.”

You gather enough courage to shake your head.

“Ungrateful little bitch!” he shouts and flips the table over.

You choke back a scream and break out in sobs, squeezing your eyes shut. Your entire body is shaking with terrified sobs. He slaps you with all his might causing your head to swing to the side. Your body would follow if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re chained to the table. You sob more at the fear of this madman than the stinging pain.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll have to finish up our playtime earlier than I want to”, the man whispers and grabs your face between his cold, disgusting hands. “And I want to play with you for a bit more.”

You glare at him through your tears. He picks up a scalpel from his white lab coat and places it over your bare arm. You shake your head desperately, voice no longer working. 

“It’s just a test, my little doll”, he whispers. “Everything is for human kind, okay?”

“No!” you manage to shout. “I don’t want it, stop it!”

Too late. He has let the sharp knife-like object over your arm. You let out a loud scream which echoes in the room and makes the man smile. 

“So beautiful”, he purrs and lets the bloody scalpel run lazily over your lips. “My own little doll ... I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

The door bursts open and before you can register anything, the man in front of you has been tackled to the floor and beaten to a pulp. You recognize the blonde hair and break out into relieved sobs. The man stands up, blood covering his white lab coat. 

“Shh, it’s okay”, he pants as he unlocks your chains. “Don’t cry, I’m here now.”

As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his strong neck and bury your head into his shoulder. Dr Kry hates to see the cuts on your body and he hates to feel how you tremble in his arms. He lifts you up and you hook your legs around his waist. With one muscular arm around your waist and one around your shoulders, he carries you out of this horrifying room. A few guards run past him to get the unconscious man. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, Dr Kry whispers with tears in his throat as he walks. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have left your door unlocked. I’ll never forgive myself. I’ll kill him, I promise. I’ll make sure he never hurts you again. I’ll take care of you better, never let you out of my sight.”

You cry against his shoulder as he takes you back to your room. You cling onto him even tighter. He’s your knight in shining armor, he saved you! You’ll always be in debt to him. Fantastic Dr Kry. 

Dr Kry places you down on your bed and starts to look and feel around, to see if you’re really here or if he’s hallucinating. He hasn’t been sleeping for a long time. 

“You need to wash yourself”, he says. “You look horrible. I can do it for you.”

You nod. Dr Kry picks you up again and walks into the bathroom. You get placed in the tub before he removes the dirty hospital gown. He’ll burn it — never want to see it again. You sit in the bathtub and hug your legs close to your naked body to hide, wishing to never exist again. Dry Kry wishes that you didn’t hide, you’re so beautiful. He shakes his head. Now’s not the time. He feels the water pouring from the showerhead with one hand as he adjusts the water with the other. 

“Bend your head back for me”, he says softly. “I don’t want to pour water into your eyes.”

You bend your head back and he starts to pour the lukewarm water over your hair. 

“Is it comfortable?” he asks. 

You nod carefully, scared of every single action. 

“How did you find me?” you whisper. 

“I found the guy that helped your sick capturer. I pulled him into a storage room and forced him to tell me where you were”, Dr Kry says, hatred in his voice. 

He won’t say what he threatened the assistant with, but you can only imagine. 

“I came just in time”, Dr Kry says. “He was going to hurt you badly, that son of a bitch. I’ll make sure he pays for it, my- …” He cuts himself off, almost giving you a pet name. He clears his throat, embarrassed. “I’ll make him pay.”

“What were you going to say?” you ask quietly. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

You give him the sweetest doe eyes that makes him melt and he can’t do anything else but tell you. 

“I was going to call you ‘my little one’”, he says with a shy smile and runs his free hand through your wet hair, the other one continuing to pour water on your scalp. 

“I like that”, you whisper and look down. 

Dr Kry smiles in relief. God, you’re so fucking cute.

“You are my little one”, he says softly. “My only little one.”

He melts at the sight of your small smile. He’ll never let anyone steal that smile from you again. He’ll never let anyone take you from him again. 

“Doctor …”, you whisper weakly as he shampoos your hair. 

“Yeah?” 

“Please never leave me. He scared me so badly.”

“Never. I’ll always protect you. I’ll lock your door at night and be much, much more careful. I’ll make sure he disappears, okay?”

You nod tiredly. Dr Kry sighs and leans forward to press a promising kiss to your forehead. 

After he’s bathed you, he gives you a new hospital gown and tucks you into your bed. You hug the teddy bear and sniffle. Dr Kry glances down at the bruises around your wrists and gets filled with anger once again. He’s going to kill that psychopath. How dare he touch his darling? 

As soon as you fall asleep, Dr Kry leaves the room, locking the door behind him. He feels the handle to make sure that it's locked before scurrying away to the security room. He turns off the cameras and grabs a crowbar on his way. This motherfucker is going to die. Normally, Dr Kry doesn't like getting his hands dirty, but this time he's looking forward to it.

He opens the door to the jail cell. The man is sitting on the bench inside with his head in his hands. He looks up and his eyes widen.

"D-Dr Kry, listen, man-", he starts, trembling.

"Quiet", Dr Kry growls. "I don't want to hear a single word from you. I'm going to kill you."

"Y-You can't, the cameras-"

"Your little friend isn't the only one who can manipulate cameras." Dr Kry swings the crowbar around his hand. "No one will know who killed you and I don't think anyone will care either. You're mine to play with now."

The man goes white.

"I'm going to play with you like you played with my darling", Dr Kry says in a warning calmness and takes a step forward. "I'm going to give back for everything you did to them."

"I'll never touch them again, I promise!"

"You bet you won't. They're mine, do you hear that? Only mine. The fact that you thought you had the audacity to touch them is enough for me to kill you. But after what you've done … I'm going to make you suffer." Dr Kry towers over the trembling man. "I'm going to beat you so badly that you can't move, can't think, can't breathe. The dying part will be done by yourself."

"N-No please, I'm sorry!"

Dr Kry swings his crowbar. "Too late."

He closes the door behind him.

[hetafice]

Yesssss yandere hetalia!! Can I request yandere Russia

hey! i’m combining this with another request that asked for ivan with an introverted s/o. hope you enjoy nonetheless.

yandere!russia headcanons :

Ivan is a man who contains innumerable facades. Vulnerability is hard to get from him, which is why he is so taken aback when he meets his darling. Anyone special enough to catch his attention and keep it must have some sort of hold over him -- and he cannot have that.

He would initially try to distance himself from you, and then after realizing that does not work, he would try to exercise as much control over the situation as possible.

He takes an almost managerial role, employing the use of strict guidelines and occasional punishments to gain a semblance of control.

Once he acknowledges his feelings towards you he will sit and machinate ways to get you to reciprocate his feelings. He regards you as an object that he needs to get sooner rather than later. He would understand that it might be difficult to get you to come off your own volition, so he is not entirely against using force to get you to be with him should his attempts at courting fail.

Ivan often finds himself exhibiting certain behaviors not because he wants to, but because he thinks that these behaviors are what a normal person would do. This leads him to think that presenting himself in a certain way would make you feel comfortable around him, or win your romantic favor -- in reality, they end up coming off as stilted and strange.

If he ends up entering a long-term relationship with you, he’ll likely stop putting up airs, leaving you interacting with someone much more stoic and withdrawn.

Contrary to popular opinion, he is not really hotheaded or quick to violence, and will not let his true emotions overtake his carefully curated mask very often. He is a quick thinker and will remain efficient under pressure. However, should you do something to upset him, he will act quickly and decisively. He loves you deeply, but to him, to truly love someone is to try and bring the best out of that person. He will do so by whatever means necessary.

That isn’t to say that he’s always cold though. He’s happy to dote on you should he think the situation calls for it.

Ivan, however, is no stranger to betrayal. Should you try to leave, exhibit suspicious behaviors, attempt to undermine his authority, or oppose him politically -- there will be dire consequences.

Unlike other yanderes, he has no qualms about hurting you. Ivan witnessed extreme horrors during his childhood, and as such is desensitized to most violence. He will not harm you unprovoked, but should you test him, you will find out how cold and cruel he truly can be.

A more introverted partner may actually suit the life he has planned out for them. Once he finds love he is likely to whisk his partner off to the countryside for a time, rarely to be seen in public.

In the event of an extended business trip, he may take you along, depending on the location. Like countless things before you, people will try and use you against him. Because of this, he would never expose you to an enemy. Should he have a trip domestically, or somewhere he deems low risk he will take you with him. If not, you are expected to sit content in your idyllic countryside home until the two of you can bask in each other’s company again. 

Ivan is not super controlling, but he does have a set of rules that you are meant to abide by.

He also places importance on appearances, so you would be coached on how to conduct yourself in formal situations so that onlookers would have nothing negative to say about the two of you. That is why he may implement dress codes, or designate certain discussion topics as off-limits.

After sequestering you away in the middle of nowhere, if you perform well enough, he may move back to the city. He can use extreme methods, but he is not a complete monster. On a deep subconscious level, he craves normalcy. So seeing you navigate life around other people but still choosing to come back to him “willingly” may help him feel vaguely fulfilled.

He is the type to allow you to pursue most hobbies, and would not stop you from expressing individuality or possessing a sense of self. He does however want to make sure that you constantly view yourself as not just an individual, but as a part of a unit. With everything you do, there needs to be a consideration of how it’ll affect both of you.

In his more subdued moments, he treasures domesticity and would like to occasionally dote on you. He'll be pleased if you occasionally let him cook for you or pick out your outfits.

On the same token, he wants to feel as though you depend on him. Not enough to where you can’t exist without his constant care, but enough to know you are appreciative of all he does for you, and that you are hesitant to leave him. 

If you follow the rules and do not awaken his feelings of intense paranoia, you can live somewhat normally.

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Coming soon to a tumblr near you:

We got Uncle Ezra! Demon Ezra! And introducing Madhouse Joel!

Below the cut is a lil synopsis & moodboard!

Untitled Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader

Your Uncle Ezra has been extra touchy and more sexual towards you since you moved back in with your dad. He’s not really your uncle so it’s not weird that a part of you does like his advances right?

Ezra is a CREEP in this. Heavy on the noncon babes

Welcome to the Madhouse

Psych ward patient Joel x nurse reader

Everyone’s heard the stories of Madman Joel. After the tragic death of his daughter, Joel lost his mind and went on a rampage taking out all the people he thought were involved in her death. You were the new nurse at the hospital and lucky you; you got assigned as Joel’s new personal nurse. You aren’t scared of him, you feel for him and unfortunately for you, he likes what he sees. Soft, sweet, pretty little thing like you, now he wants to break you.

I currently have a skeleton of an idea for this but it’s flowing, I plan on this being very much horror.(:

In Every Lifetime

Demon Ezra

Ezra has just found the other half of his soul. You. And now you’ve been taken from him. He’s pissed. He will burn this world down to the ground for you. He will get his revenge that is until he feels a familiar presence again. . .

We have an angry demon guys! This is like a bridge between act l & act ll, all in Ezra’s pov(:

A/n: I’m super excited for all of these fics; if I’m being honest the uncle Ezra one is the most written as of right now. I’m hoping to sit down today and work on each one but as always there is no deadline but I will try to get them all done and posted as soon as I can! I love you guys!!🩷

[early20sfailingplenty]

Imagine getting hurt from helping the Sinclairs. Vincent has to patch you up, he won’t let Bo do it because Bo is too rough and you need careful hands after what just happened to you. Vincent finally convincing you to sit still so he can have a look. You hear and feel him wince as he looks up at your injury. Silently asking you how you’re not in terrible pain. You respond.

“I’ve had worse” and he inhales deeply and starts carefully, softly, cleaning you up and putting you back together. When he’s done he presses the cool lips of his mask to the stitches and wraps it for you. He leaves your side quickly after that, knowing he shouldn’t get so attached. You might not be so lucky next time and the broken heart of an artist can be a messy thing. But he stops in his tracks when he hears a tiny voice saying “Thank you Vin…” it hits him deep and he hesitates to leave. He has work to do after all.

MY HEART😭😭😭😭

He might have work to do, but what's one more hug, one more kiss? Every artist needs his muse, but every muse needs their artist.😭

Oh, to be loved by Vincent... what a gift.🥺🙏💗

[oyasumi-dove]

Smash

[richeeduvie]

…..okay now lalo pre-ejaculation drabbles please 🙏🏼 i love rome, but us lalo girlies are s t r a v i n g

Early in The Morning

Lalo Salamanca x Reader NSFW BLURB

The bed creaks under you as the sun comes up. Warm colors break through the curtains - on the way Lalo presses the head of his cock against your pussy. 

You roll your head as you bend back your knees to the sides of your stomach. You hold them there as Lalo's hip slot into place against yours. Over and over and over again as he pushes his cock inside you. Over and over and over.

Lalo presses a hand against yours, both curling just below your knee. It's warmth fizzing in your stomach and your clit as he takes his other hand to rub there. Sparks of fire in the dark, because it's like you're gone in how good you feel.

"Perfect little pussy, Princesa. Perfect-” 

His chest flexes with this breath that looks…hurried. Like the first time, but you never remember the first time Lalo took you so well, you just relive it every time he fucks you. Stuffs you. You moan out. You want his hands inside you - or holding yours, or maybe in your mouth. 

You want him everywhere and all over. It’s only been fifteen seconds or so of how Lalo’s stuffing you and this should be some sort of forever. Everywhere. You smile in a hot breath. 

You watch the way he fucks his cock inside you and the way his ribs expand with his breathing. Lalo stretches you wide, as he does every time - but it always feels new. Like the first time. He looks so beautiful every time. 

And now, it’s different. There’s this struggle you can’t describe, a guilt you have because you’re noticing it. But he’s rocking himself into the cradle of your hips harder, wet slapping sounds sounding out and getting you heated on the cheeks, like the muscles of your face are pushing on your skin as the warmth deepens inside you - coiling.

You’re full of him as your walls clench at how he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy. 

“Fuck.” 

And he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy, only to thrust to the hilt in one, hard thrust. Your pussy is full and leaking and you whimper watching. 

Lalo curses again. 

“Lalo,” 

Lalo grunts. His pelvis keeps grinding against your swollen clit as he holds himself on another one thrust. Your wetness smears onto his skin and trimmed hair. Your brows come down, trying to hold the way you’re being fucked on the bed. 

“Don’t do that.”

“...Lalo?” 

“Just keep crying out, Prin-Fuck.” 

Your walls clench around him when he begins knocking his body against yours in a fast, wet rhythm. 

Lalo makes a lower noise, something like a grunt - it trails along your spine and makes you shiver. 

“Don’t do that. Chingado, don’t-”

He makes himself come into you softer, but you watch as Lalo’s head is thrown back, something like curses and frustration in Spanish, you think. It’s only a soft fucking for a moment before you clench around his cock again. 

You feel him throb inside you once, then twice - then something grunt-like punches out of Lalo’s throat. You hold his hand. 

You’ve lost the way you’re gone, the way you usually are when you’re under or over Lalo and he’s inside you, how you get so lost in how good it feels, how you want him inside you all the time. You’re just watching how he…cums. 

His head comes back, bending low as the dark of his hair clings with sweat to his forehead. Lalo breathes hard, his hips hitting the backs of your thighs and ass. 

You swallow and watch as his cum fills your pussy, and you think his low-lidded eyes are trying to stare into yours. But Lalo’s pumping you full of cum, hot. 

…He’s cummed. Early. Oh. 

This hasn’t happened in a long while. At least you don’t think so. Lalo’s always able to get himself ready and on you again so quickly that it usually doesn’t matter. But that was…that was really quick. 

Which is okay. That’s okay, that doesn’t mean anything except that he enjoyed you. It’s stupid the way your heart drops. 

You swallow, trying to come off of Lalo’s leaking cock. But it’s just his hands holding your thighs so tightly to press yourself back to him, body to body. 

“What did I say?” 

“What?” 

Lalo’s looking down on you. He scratches his mustache. 

He scoffs looking fully down to where he’s finished. 

“I said, don’t do that.” 

…You don’t know what you did, but Lalo looks angry about it - because it would be your fault? But you don’t know what you’ve done differently than all the other times you’ve made love to him. 

“Look what you di-” 

You blink fast at Lalo breaking his words by breath. He’s trying to catch himself, you think - and it’s beautiful in the light, but you don’t get it. What you did. You’re still buzzing and you’re confused. You want more. But Lalo’s not moving or using you to get ready and heavy again. 

How are you gonna get more?

“Why are you pouting?” 

You did feel the worry come onto your lips and brows. 

“Lalo-I’m sorry, I just-” 

You take his hand from your thigh to kiss. You can do that because it’s the only thing you know how to do in this position, and you’re selfish. You want his hands against your lips. 

You’re pulling him towards you in the kiss. 

“It just-it happens, sometim-ow! Lalo!” 

He’s pinched your nipple hard with his other hand. 

“It happens? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

Lalo’s mouth is parted, slightly bared and it’s like disbelief in the way he stares at you. 

You look away, hand still pressed to your mouth because you need it here. In the confusion and fading pleasure. Lalo goes silent. 

Then you hear a breath, something long. 

“Princesa, you did that on purpose, huh?” 

You turn your head back to see Lalo’s face lighter in the mouth. He comes down onto you and you almost sigh out of pure…bliss. It feels like a childish word in something so simple, but you’ll take all of his body like this if you can’t take it any other way. 

Lalo kisses your cheek before tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck, hand coming onto your breast to make you respire with his finger circling your nipple. 

“It’s okay, you just wanted to see. You got me. You happy?” 

“I-” 

Lalo drags his nose over your collarbone, tongue flicking over your skin when he licks his lips. 

“My little whore. It’s okay - you just play too much. Making me a damn mess.” 

You swallow. 

“...I’m sorry.” 

You card a hand through his hair, swallowing down any pleading whine to get him fucking you again. 

“I know, Princesa.” 

You think it’s easier for him to pretend it was something you wanted. So, you just…wrap your legs around his waist. You’ll keep it that way, if it’s easier for the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. If he keeps himself on you like this for the forever he couldn’t make. 

You feel Lalo’s smile on your cheek.

[misteria247]

Linked Universe x Reader where they call you a cute pet name like princess.

At first when you hear it you're confused and a bit taken aback. After all princess is a very old kind of pet name that's rarely heard anymore. Especially since you're not royalty. They call you this for awhile and you take it in stride and even grow to somewhat enjoy the pet name. And then one day you find out why they call you that.

They call you princess because you're brave and kind. You're patient and compassionate and you put the world around you to shame with how bright and beautiful your soul and personality is. Much like their beloved princesses from their respective times, you'd become just as precious to them and thus the princess of their hearts.

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A soft dabi!xreader

"For he is not the same man; and it is not the same river"

It is half past midnight when you hear the first knock on your door. The stairs creak under your weight as you drowsily rub your eyes, trying to gain better vision. The face that greets you when you open the door is familiar.

"Can I come in?" Ghost-blue eyes stare at you, tired and weary.

You let him in and go set up a pot of tea as he rests on the couch. The scar beneath your path stings. You ignore it and focus on the steaming kettle.

It's been three months since your last encounter. He comes here occasionally, sometimes it takes months, sometimes days or weeks but he always comes.

You set the cup of tea in front of him, steam rising from the cup in wisps.

"Dabi."

He stirs from the couch and sits up. You observe him like cat, his face, the state of his clothes, the staples that bind his skin, his cerulean eyes of blue. You take it all in and don't ask for more.

He looks at the tea like it's poisoned. You should've poisoned it. Forgiveness isn't easy. But you decide that kindness can be a poison in it's own way.

He sips it in slow gulps. There's something in the way his shoulders relax in seconds that makes you think maybe forgiveness is a cup of tea.

His eyes follow your hands, the long scar that juts from the back of your hand to your wrist. He believes forgiveness is a step inside of your home.

The scar is from three months ago. His visits were random and yet that day he was on the edge. He had seen his mother that day and it broke something inside of him. So when you fixed him dinner and chatted with him unknowing of the oncoming outburst, he was perplexed. Why was kindness, especially yours so hard to accept? Why did you treat him like a human? Why did he have such a father? Why did Rei Todoroki suffer such a fate? So many questions, yet no answers .

"Touya." You called him. The name carved into his flesh like a butcher's knife that day and he dug it deeper by giving you that scar. So strange, that out of the many people he hurt, yours made him feel like he was a child again, unable to protect his mother.

You don't call him Touya again. And now that he's drinking the tea you made, he fears that you might never call him that name again.

And yet you allow him in your house the next day when he comes over and the next day until an entire week passes. He doesn't speak much, just helps you with chores, lives with you, sometimes reads books that you intentionally leave behind in the living room.

"For he is not the same man and it is not the same river." You read while sitting beside him one afternoon and then he believes that maybe forgiveness lies in the shoulder that lets him lean on days like this.

[bestiesenpai]

Knight Itadori + swamp witch reader. This is a shower thought that will not leave my brain

part two

There were whispers among the mangroves, of a loyal and devout subject of the crown sent to turn you into one of them - or kill you trying.

The thick, dense foliage of the swamp weeped as it was sliced by a sword with reckless abandon, it’s wielder uncaring of the nature he was destroying.

“He’s almost here!” Whispered the scared animals and worried spirits of the swamp. You cared for all of them, protected them against any threat and made sure that no one dared to come and try to disrupt anything.

You weren’t worried about the knight whose footsteps you could hear for hundreds of miles. Every step he took sent shockwaves through the swamp and his very presence was disrupting the delicate ecosystem. You could practically smell him. Taste the sweat that clung to his brow and refused to dissipate. He wore light armor and the stench of stagnant water wouldn’t leave him for days.

“Witch!” He screamed at the base of the giant tree your home was situated in. Looking around frantically, he just barely caught notice of footholds in the trunk. Clenching his sword between his teeth, he forced his way up the tree, swatting away the vines that tried to wrap around his ankles and stop him from progressing.

As he slammed your door open and nearly threw it from the hinges, you didn’t flinch. Any little creatures that were around scattered, hiding away in any shadows they could find.

“Witch!” He shouted again, stomping halfway towards you before stopped by an invisible force. “Wh-what the-” he stared at your raised hand in bewilderment; how could you stop him with just that?

“No need to yell, loyal knight. I can hear you just fine.” Speaking slowly, your eyes watched the swirling liquid in the cauldron before you before turning to face him. He was cute enough, a few scars littered his face and his eyes held a fire you hadn’t seen before.

“Let me go this instant!” His fingers twitched and fought against your hold. Easing up just a little, you let him get enough control to stumble towards you, only to fall to his knees by your hand.

“Not even a hello? Why, the people of this kingdom are quite rude!” Languidly walking around him, you let the tips of your fingers skim across his hairline, smearing a bit of mud into the light pink strands. “But where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced myself.”

“I know who-” The knight attempted to shout, but with a snap of your fingers his lips sealed shut.

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t know about me? I’m only one of the handful of witches that haven’t surrendered themselves to the crown.” Laughing under your breath, you rolled your eyes; just thinking about your fellow magic users made you cringe.

“Now tell me…” running a hand through his hair, you gripped it tightly and forced the knights head back to look up at you. “Who, pray tell, are you?”

Staring into each others eyes, you could tell his resolve was strong. You wouldn’t be able to brainwash him like the other knights that had come before him. Leaning forward, your tongue dipped down to swipe at the sweat on his forehead. It tasted as salty as you had imagined, but something about it was sweet to the touch. It was enticing.

“Oh, I supposed I should let you answer.” Not moving away from him, you snapped your fingers once more and released his mouth. Gasping violently, he attempted to shimmy out of your hold only to realize he was still trapped.

“I am Yuji Itadori, the best knight in the kingdom and the one who will make you surrender.”

“Or what?” Your brow ticked, a sickening smirk beginning to spread on your face.

“Or kill you.” As the words left his mouth, you barked out a laugh and shoved him away, making him tumble to floor with a thud.

“A thousand men have tried before you and a thousand will try after, and none of you will succeed!” Using your foot to roll him onto his back, you sneered down at Itadori. “You can tell your precious king he can send whoever he likes, but he will never have me. Neither in life nor in death.”

“You vile creature!” Itadori shouted back, thrashing around. He refused to be bested like this - he refused to go back to the kingdom empty handed like all the others had.

“I could have had you killed the moment you stepped in my swamp, but I didn’t!” Taking a few steps back, you chose to ignore the fact that he’d broken your magic and was now staggering to a stand. “If anything, I’m a saint! An angel!”

“You’re a monster!” Grabbing his sword, Itadori took a shaky stance; if you wanted to fight he’d be ready.

“You’ve never even seen a real monster!” The things you’ve seen would make him go insane and gouge out his own eyes. Staring each other down, you dodged the swipe he tried to make at you, and tripped him as he lunged forward.

The motion made the floors shake and some of the scalding liquid in the cauldron splashed out, burning Itadori and making warts instantly grow on his hands.

Regaining control of his body with your magic, you strung him up like a puppet before you. Smacking the sword out of his hands, you watched as a few snakes slithered from the shadows and up onto him, swirling and curling around his legs.

Itadori didn’t yell as the snakes bit down into him at your silent command, his eyes refused to leave yours even as his vision began to swim.

“Tell whoever you’d like about what happened here. Bring an army if you dare.” As you spoke, thick vines crept in through the windows, wrapping around Itadori’s increasingly limp body. He made a few gurgled noises in protest but couldn’t fight as he was carried away. “I’ll keep this as a gift.” Waving his sword in the air, you turned away; chuckling as you heard the thumps of his body hitting the tree. He’d be carried to the edge of the swamp, possibly dead if his body couldn’t fight off the venom. Either way, it’d be a clear message to everyone: you were not interested.

[a-lil-perspective]

You call Percival “The Referee” cause he be so official.