#paranoid reader

[syerra-637]

Yandere lawyer

Tw: gn reader, yandere, toxic relationship, unlucky and paranoid reader

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Since you entered adulthood, troubles have followed one after another as if fate itself were relentlessly targeting you. These aren’t just minor inconveniences but full-blown catastrophes, each requiring legal intervention.

A former employer who refused to pay your last salary, citing an "administrative error," and even tried to make you sign a false document to avoid compensating you.

A neighbor who falsely accused you of damaging his car and had the audacity to file a complaint.

A false accusation of theft in a store due to a faulty camera that captured you from the wrong angle.

A landlord who tried to evict you without notice, going so far as to forge documents to claim unpaid rent.

A professional collaboration gone wrong, where a former colleague stole your work and then sued you for defamation when you tried to defend yourself.

Each time, you needed a lawyer. Each time, they were overpriced, incompetent, or indifferent. You couldn’t afford better, so you had to make do. And each time, it was an unfair fight—constant stress, a waste of time and energy.

Then one day, in the midst of yet another crisis—perhaps right after a disastrous court hearing or while arguing in vain with a bailiff seizing your belongings—he appeared.

A renowned lawyer. His name circulates in the highest legal circles; he usually represents wealthy clients and powerful corporations. He has no reason to care about your case… and yet, he does.

— "I’ve heard about your situation. You’ve been poorly defended so far. I can offer you my services at a… reasonable price."

An offer too good to be true. But you have nothing left to lose. So you accept.

Since that day, misfortune continues to haunt you, but with him by your side, you win every case. He always finds the flaws in the opposing files, dismantles accusations with surgical precision. He reassures you with unwavering confidence: "As long as I’m here, no one can destroy you." He negotiates financial settlements for you, preventing you from falling into complete ruin. He is your safety net.

But as you try to regain control of your life, you realize that his presence is becoming more… intrusive.

He calls you regularly, even outside of legal matters. He seems to know things about you that you never told him.

He advises you on personal decisions, far beyond legal concerns.When a problem arises, he’s already there before you even contact him.He helps you financially, “just to get you through,” but insists that you accept.

He starts questioning some of your relationships, insisting that certain people “are exploiting you” or “don’t deserve you.”

You just wanted a lawyer. You found someone who wants far more than to handle your legal affairs.

You’ve never been lucky. You’ve always felt like you had to fight harder than others, like you were always on the verge of falling apart. And when something good finally happens, it’s never without a catch.

You’re exhausted. Tired of losing everything, of handling it all alone, of feeling like the whole world is against you.

You’re paranoid about your own future. Every new misfortune chips away at you a little more, making it impossible to believe that things will ever get better.You feel an involuntary dependence. He is the only stable constant in your chaos.

Even if his behavior is becoming overbearing… deep down, you know that without him, you’d be lost.

You have a deep-seated fear of abandonment. All your life, people have let you down—family, friends, employers… But not him.

He stays.

And that’s the most terrifying part. He will never leave.

[badsopen]

Just Listen...Okay?

M!Yandere x F!Reader

TW : Breaking and entering, Being Stalked, Watched as you sleep, Non-con Touching, Night terrors, Choking

A/N : Its a short drabble (like 679 words?), but this is going to be my first piece, so i'm interested in feed back & requests to keep this page alive

Sometimes you imagine yourself walking down the street, turning the corner and being taken away without a sound in the dead of night. No one to hear you scream, no one to hear you struggle against your assailant, no one to help you…

That's how most of your nightmares end anyway, waking up drenched in sweat, adrenalin in your veins, and the sudden feeling of being intruded upon.

But tonight was different, soft touches, illegible whisper's, indecipherable dreams, waking up softly. It's new, but not unwelcome compared to the garish and soul shaking night terrors that were being experienced on the regular, like a nightly ritual of sorts. A sweet reprieve from fear just for the night.

As you drew closer to the break of consciousness you could register something.. no someone else next to you, being held in their chest. With them in your bed sharing their warmth. You could feel their warm hands under your night shirt, caressing your back, hearing their serene heartbeat was almost enough to lull you back to sleep…Almost. Feeling your body tense up in their arms they tightened their hold on you, once soft touches turned into rose thorns ready to draw blood if you dared to move in a way that this intruder didn't permit you to.

Soft hushes to your ear made you twist and wriggle away, but their hands were gripping you so harshly that you could only shrink into their oppressive touch. A few minutes passed with them quietly shushing your increasing whimpering, and mellowed attempts to release yourself from their grip.

A hand moved from your back to the top of your head, in an attempt to soothe you. The hushed whispers picked up in volume and then a smooth voice spoke up in the silence.

" Hey, listen to me alright? I've been trying to stop your nightmares or at least make them less intense than they already are. I know this is pretty strange for you, it is for me too. I just wanted to make sure you were sleeping well. I've been seeing you around campus and I was worried. You always seemed worn out, I just wanted to help you, babe. "

They paused for a brief moment like they were contemplating about what they were going to say before speaking and with a flat almost monotone voice they spoke up in the darkness again.

" I want to be your boyfriend and you to be my girlfriend. You don’t have to say yes... right away, but I do want you to think about it. I just don’t want you to make any rushed decisions to be with me. ”

He had started to move his hands up through your shirt and from the top of your head to your throat in the middle of him speaking, he continued on with his flat tone as if he was reciting a speech from memory.

“ And I know this might seem scary, but I promise that I was only trying to help you get to sleep and stay asleep. Just like any good boyfriend would do for his girlfriend. But for now, “ He spoke cautiously, “ I want you to sleep on it okay? “

His hands began to tighten around your throat. Your hands instantly rush up to meet him to attempt to pull them away from suffocating you in your own bed in the dead of night. The sounds of sheets rustling, and short, sharp inhales of air is the only thing that can be heard for the next five minutes. As you feel the blood in your veins start to pump harder to have a last-ditch attempt to get the man's hands from around your neck, black spots start to appear, your breath becomes more forced and labored, you hear him speak up again.

“ It's okay, don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you, just giving you some time to sleep on it. So when you wake up you’ll be able to give me an answer. I'll make sure you have a goodnights rest. Goodnight Babe"

[samisverycool]

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"you were gone for seven minutes. you said you'll only be gone for five. what happened in those two minutes, huh? who were you talking to?"

"why won't you look me in the eyes anymore? look at me. just me. only me."

cries when you look even the slightest bit upset at him.

"what did i do? please, don't look at me like that! i hate it, i hate it so much!! just tell me what to do, and i'll do it. anything!"

mumbles about you in his sleep, how he'll never let you slip out of his grasp into the hands of someone underserving of your goodness.

"hmm.. *snores* precious... if i catch.. *snores* you with... *snores* someone else.. i will.... *snores* kill them..."

d1 overthinker. bro imagines you running away with that one guy you made eye contact with for 0.2 seconds at the grocery store.

needs reassurance 24/7, he'll go insane from his thoughts alone.

"you love me and only me, right? you'll never leave me? promise?"

[leighsartworks216]

Posting nsfw thoughts in public again oops

Imagine Sylus cumming inside you, groaning low by your ear as his hips roll against yours, desperate to fill you with everything he has to give. Breaths heavy as he kisses your neck softly, caressing your side to bring you back down from your high. Once your hearts are back under control, he pulls his face from your neck to kiss you slow and deep, relishing in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

He sits up slow, humming at the pleasant sting of your nail marks left on his back, rolling his shoulders to really feel that burn. He's addicted to the sight of pulling out of you, his spent cock slipping out so easily, leaving behind your gaping hole that clenches around nothing as your mixed releases spill out onto the bed.

What he doesn't expect to see is your hand, reaching between your legs. Your eyes lidded and watching him as you dip two fingers into your sex, scooping up the cum. It drips in long, sticky strands on your stomach and chest as you draw it up to your mouth. He can't bear to blink. Barely even breathes. In a trance as your mouth opens and your tongue lolls out, licking up the dripping slick. It pools onto your tongue, mixes with saliva.

But when you suck your fingers into your mouth, wet sounds filling the air where breaths are held, he's no longer sane, he thinks. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he surges forward, grabbing your wrist roughly to pin your hand down on the bed, a gossamer string connecting to your mouth, quickly broken by his kiss. Rough and hungry and feral, tongue licking into you, desperate for a taste.

How can he think of anything else but crawling to settle between your legs. Holding your ass to guide your hips up to meet his mouth, hot tongue mimicking your fingers' actions. Cheeks hallowing as he slurps his cum from your spent body, drinking every drop and still aching for more, more, more. His eyes closed in utter bliss when your messy fingers tangle into his hair, your voice pleading, overstimulated, begging for more and for a break all in one.

The glistening juices on his lips when he finally relents. One last kiss as he gazes up your body at your face.

He intends to fuck you over and over, filling you over and over again without pulling out, until he can sit you on his face and greedily drink it all up as it gushes into his mouth, over his chin, drips down his throat. If he was drunk on you before, he's intoxicated now.

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Lazy Day 🦈

theyre watching the cinematic masterpiece,Oceans (2009),for the 12th time this week. Spencers being a JABBERJAW and explaining whats happening even though its literally a documentary and his excuse is that the baby responds better to his voice :)

ALSO i have an alt version of this on my Patreon consisting of older/later season!Spencer 🤭

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hello, can you write a one shot for the human yandere Klaus Mikaelson, where he generally maintains a fairly normal courtship with his girlfriend although he is still super obsessive and protective, but after they get married and she gets pregnant, they break into her house at night while they were sleeping and Klaus kills the thief so that he does not hurt his pregnant wife and after this event his Yandere side comes to light and he becomes extremely protective, to the point that they move to a house in the middle of nowhere so that Nothing and no one can see his wife, and he practically doesn't let her go out or do anything alone, which leads her to make a garden so she can have food for dinner and Klaus installs many cameras to monitor her and even learned to attend a birth.

Extreme Paranoia -Klaus M.

All Human AU

Summary: Klaus becomes overly paranoid after a break-in at his home. Even after killing the intruder, it is not enough for him-he needs to protect his wife and son no matter what.

Y/n had always known that Klaus was paranoid, but the break in seemed to have switched something in his brain into overdrive.

Y/n had heard glass shattering downstairs as she was tending to their 8 month old son in his nursery and she immediately jumped from the recliner where she was nursing him in fear. Elliot instantly began crying as he was ripped away from his meal and continued as Y/n carried him into their bedroom, seeing Klaus awake as he rubbed his eyes.

‘What fell?’ He asked, still groggy from just being awoken.

‘Klaus, I think someone is downstairs, something shattered and I could hear footsteps on-‘ she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before he was out of the bed, grabbing the fire poker he kept in the room.

‘It’s okay, stay here love, do not move from this bed, do you hear me? I’ll take care of it-‘

‘No, no don’t leave us. Please? Klaus, what if he has a gun? What if-‘

He shushed her instantly, kissing her lips firmly. ‘I’ll be fine. You just stay and keep Eliot safe. Here, call 911.’ He instructed, handing her the phone and she did as he said, calling the police as he shut the door behind him.

At the end of the night the medics had taken the man that broke in to the hospital, doubting he would make it that far with how badly Klaus had fucked him up. Her husband was put off by the fact that the police needed to see her before they could leave and she came to the stairs with their son who made grabby hands for his Daddy who instantly reached out for him.

‘Babe, you can’t touch him! You’re covered in blood!’ Y/n exclaimed and Klaus just seemed to notice. The police left and they locked up again and Klaus showered as quickly as humanly possible before rushing back to his wife and son who he held the rest of the night, Y/n cuddled to his side all while he had his laptop open, researching the safest places to live.

It took Klaus one week to have their entire lives packed and moved to the new house, one that he had bought in a bank auction and had fixed as quickly as possible. He has installed security cameras all over outside the house as well as one in the baby’s room, the doors were all triple locked and there were motion sensors that he had installed by the driveway entrance to their property (one that you couldn’t find unless you were really looking).

Y/n thought he was going a bit overboard when he bought the gun, but he kept it in a safe lock box that Eliot could never get in and insisted she learn to use it.

They were living happily for a few weeks but as Klaus made more and more “upgrades” to the house he seemed to get more paranoid. He wouldn’t let her leave anymore, insisting he do the shopping himself, and go out to get everything they need. She stopped going out with friends as it made Klaus physically ill with worry, and instead decided to tend to a garden. They were in the middle of nowhere so shopping wasn’t very easy and having fresh produce as well as a large chicken coup made it easier.

Y/n didn’t think that Klaus’ paranoia could get worse until she told him that she was pregnant with their second child. More cameras went up and he adopted a large female Pitbull and male Cane Corso from the shelter in the closest town, the dogs were the sweetest, happiest and loviest creatures they had ever met but Klaus was happy to learn that the large Cane Corso-Dantè didn’t like men that weren’t himself or his son, and hated them around his “mommy”. Something that set Y/n’s mind at ease was how protective the Pitbull-Scout was of their son. She was with him at all times so when he ventured off on his own-which was rare while his mother was making dinner-Y/n knew that he was safe and Klaus knew that both his son and his wife were protected as they needed to be.

The last crazy thing that Klaus did was learn everything he could about home births. He caved when she demanded a midwife that could be there and induce her labor as well as give her an epidural as she refused to push a baby out of her coochie without proper drugs. Klaus was just happy that he wouldn’t have to take her to a hospital.

It was actually Dantè that alerted Klaus to Y/n going into labor, running up to his office and barking like crazy. Eliot had just turned 2 and had been helping his mother tend to the chickens when her water broke and he was sitting with her and rubbing her belly sweetly when Klaus got outside-carrying her in as he called the midwife with their son right on his heels.

‘I’ll be fine, go make him something easy for dinner and set him on the couch with Scout. He will be fine and so will I, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack and leave us here all alone Nik, relax.’ The midwife wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes and though she loved her son, Eliot being in the room was more of a hinderance than anything. ‘Go, feed him, feed the dogs, feed you and bring me a cup of my ice chips when you come back.’

That was a cute surprise that Klaus had gotten her when she had compromised about not going to a hospital, he found an ice maker that makes ice chips like the ones in hospitals as he knew she wouldn’t be allowed to eat much. ‘Alright. Yell if you need something and I will be right here.’

‘I promise.’

‘Okay. Come on buddy, Mommy needs to rest before she has your little sister and you need dinner. You and Scout can watch Bluey while you eat dinner. Stay here Dantè, I’ll bring you your dinner.’ He promised, carrying his son downstairs and setting him on the couch, telling Scout to stay with him which she did right away, Klaus turning the camera in the living room on and turning on the app on his phone as well as turning on the camera in his bedroom that he had for emergencies-wanting to keep an eye on Y/n if he had to, it being the only camera she didn’t know about…almost…

He had just given Eliot his dinner when the midwife knocked on the door, Klaus checking the cameras to be sure even though he’d gotten an alert on his phone when she had driven up. ‘Thank God, I think she would have killed me if you hadn’t come.’ He joked but was half serious as he led her upstairs to the bedroom and gave Dantè his food as well as his wife her ice chips making her happy as she could currently get. She got her epidural and had Klaus alongside her as she got ready to push.

2 hours later they welcomed their daughter into the world, the midwife handing the bundle to Klaus first who felt an overwhelming need to protect the little girl in his arms more than even he thought possible before leaning down and handing his wife their daughter that they decided to name Riley.

The midwife stayed for another hour as Y/n fed Riley for the first time before she was gone leaving Klaus with a sleeping wife and baby before venturing back downstairs and finding exactly what he expected. His son was asleep on the couch with Scout snuggled beside him as Bluey played on the TV. The dog jumped up at Klaus’ arrival and followed them up to his bedroom where Klaus changed him and put him to bed.

He turned up the alarms that night, not falling asleep for quite a long while. He spent the rest of the night wondering what other safety precautions they should be taking and he decided that he needed to have a panic room installed in case of emergencies. He knew that convincing his wife was not going to be easy but it was worth it. He was content that night with his family in his bed (Eliot crawling in with Scout 2 hours later) knowing that they were all completely safe with him there as he would always be.

Nothing would ever come so close to hurting his family ever again! He would make sure of it.

Klaus M. Masterlist

[akihirohadenough]

❁ Sounds of Ocean Waves & Sweet Dreams

Pisces - TROY

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��៸ — ۰ ✿ Child!Telemachus x Child!reader

៸៸ Content Includes: Fluff, lil' Telly being cute and a lil flirty, Telly and reader kinda know they like each other, Argos being cute too

⋮✎ ‘’ ᯓ I MIGHT make a series of this cuz originally, this was gonna be oc x canon, but I made Alessandra the reader instead but ofc you can imagine whtever you want cause anyway this one's nothing much than just some cute moments of them so enjoyyy

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Under the midnight moon and stars of Ithaca, running through the palace hallways were the little prince, Telemachus and his best friend Y/N, along with Argos, the hound, who protects the both of them. Y/N would come over to the palace and play with him and sometimes even stay overnight. The two were giggling loudly while running to sit on the edge of the floor with their feet on grass, sitting right next to each other with the dog beside them. The little prince leaned against her, dozing off about something as his eyebrows furrowed, and glanced to the grass.

“If my father comes back, do you think he would be proud of me?” He asked after a moment of silence with a soft and slightly uncertain tone.

“Aw Telly, I bet your father misses you just as much and of course he will be proud of you!"

Y/N leaned against him, too, responding with a sweet smile. Telemachus, for a moment, returned the smile, a little sheepishly, before his expression turned a little more doubtful and nervous. Even as a little kid, he has serious insecurities.

“You think so…? What if I’m not strong enough? What if I’m not the son he—”

“Don’t say that!”

Y/N sat up straight and cupped his cheeks, making him look at her pouty face. Then her gaze softened and continued to speak with sincerity.

“Queen Penelope tells you that he loves you too right? You better believe it! No matter what, Tel.”

“…Really?”

"Mhm!"

Telemachus took a moment to process her words, feeling so touched by her reassurance.

“But- I don't know... I keep thinking- hey!"

He cut off and whined as Y/N pinched his cheeks, giggling at his reaction.

“How would he forget about you? Silly! You’re sweet!!”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him.

“You’re really kind, N/N. I want to protect you forever! My father will surely be proud of me for that.

Y/N continued to laugh and allowed herself to fall and lay on his lap, still pinching his soft cheeks and brush the strands of his curly black hair and the old hound, Argos noticed the sweet moment of the two, stood up, sitting near her and licking her face. Telemachus blushed furiously at the sight but didn’t try moving her away. She looked so innocent and adorable.

“Hey, wouldn’t it be fun if we go for a little swim? The beach looks really pretty tonight.”

She exclaimed as she sat back up. Telemachus’ eyes lit up from the idea of going for a midnight swim during a full moon.

“That sounds awesome, let’s go then!”

He stood up, taking her hand, and ran down to near the beaches with Argos following them.

They reached the shoreline, admiring how the light of the moon reflected the sparkling water. Alessandra ran to the shallow water with her dress partially soaked as she bent down and dipped one of her hands in and splashed it on Telemachus. He was a little bit taken by surprise as she splashed some water at him. He quickly caught on and started giggling, too. Soon, he was running around in the water, as Argos ran around both of them, barking happily. Telemachus picked up some water in his hands and splashed back at Y/N. She laughed out loud as she ran towards Telemachus, pushing the water in her hands towards him giving him another splash before she stumbled and fell over on her knees, now getting more of her body soaked but she felt free and happy.

"Hehe! That's what you get for trying to drench me in water- Ah- hey!" Telemachus exclaimed.

Y/N lightly jumped up and tackled him to the sand in the ocean waters.

"Truce! Truce-!!!"

Telemachus said in between giggles as he tried to shield himself from Y/N’s attacks, but it was clear that he was enjoying the tussle.

His clothes were wet, and his hair was sticking to his wet forehead, and his cheeks were a little flushed from laughing so much. He was happy, and he had forgotten all about the time. He wished this moment could last forever, that him and Y/N could play like this forever, without anything to worry about.

“Ah- ahaha- I give up! Okay? You win! Only because I'm really nice." He protested.

Y/N was also panting slightly and giggling, her hair a tangled, wet mess, and her chest rising and falling from the laughing and the running around, holding her hand. Telemachus's smile widened a little bit more as he watched Y/N, and he felt his heart beating faster as he saw her blushing. He was getting increasingly more aware of how close they were and how adorable she was.

"Y/N..?" He murmered

Y/N squeezed his hand in return underwater but then her cheeks flushed at the realization of how close he was. She immediately turned away and splashed more water on him.

“We're too young, Telly!!!”

Her eyes were shut, she bit her lips, and her cheeks were red just thinking about what could've happened right at this moment. Telemachus squinted a little bit from more water splashing upon him. He knew she was right, but he felt curiousity tugging in his chest. Then, without thinking, Telemachus closed the last of the distance and quickly planted a kiss on her cheek before he hurriedly pulled back. His cheeks were pink and felt warm, feeling a bit shy.

Y/N jumped and stared at him flustered and in disbelief, feeling her heart hammering fast as hell, but she wasn't disgusted, but it took a while for her to finally shriek some words out.

“W- wha- TELEMACHUS…!!!”

A smirk formed on Telemachus's face as he shifted closer again, and he reached out to playfully poke her puffed up cheeks.

"What's wrong, N/N? You're blushing?”

Y/N kept stammering with words that were about to come out of her mouth but failed, and the more he teased, the more the temperature rose in her cheeks. Oh, the audacity of this boy, she thought.

"You-!!! You... WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? You're so-! Mmmngh!”

Y/N splashed another wave as she turned away, feeling her face heaten up.

"Me what!? Never! All I did was give you a little kiss!" Telemachus scoffed.

"Exactly! You... WRAAAGH!..." She squrimed as she started kicking the water.

"Haha! Look at you, N/N! You're so red!" He teased and returned his smile, enjoying the sight of her bashful expression.

"I think that kiss did a little too much damage to you? Hehehe!"

"Oh you are so dead, little wolf"

Y/N sneered as she got up on her feet, plotting her revenge on the spot. Trying to look intimidating as possible even with her rosy cheeks and love in her eyes.

"Haha what are you gonna do? Attack me in the water again? Wait-"

Telemachus' playful smirk immediately changed into a tensed up expression.

"Wait- no no no- hey! wWAAaiiit-"

Without a warning, Y/N's frown changed into a mischievous smirk as she splashed and tackled him in the water and she was pratically on top of him and this time tickling his sides, making him squirm and letting out a childish laugh.

"AHA-! Heeey! Pleeeaase don't! HaAhAHaHAAHA-!"

He got out between a lot of loud giggles, still trying to wiggle away from Y/N who was relentless with the tickling.

"hAHAhaaAHAA- I'm sorry! I'm sorryyy! Okay! Okaaay! You win!"

Telemachus squirmed and struggled, but Alessandra was clearly enjoying herself, and continued her relentless tickling, amused by how adorable Telemachus was when he was reduced to a giggling and squirming mess. She started to slow down and began panting but still couldn't stop laughing.

"Wah... you can be really scary when you're angry, Y/N." He nervously laughed.

"Heh, me? Scary?" Y/N teased.

"Yeah... but it's part of your charm as well."

"Oh really? I suppose I am pretty charming." She scoffed as she striked a pose, trying to show off.

"Yeah yeah, the most charming in Ithaca." He blurted out, then shook up when he had realized what he said. Not as if he just kissed her.

"What's that...?" She asked.

"Umm- nothing! Let's just go to bed before we get caught." He yawned as he got up on his feet, helping Y/N up.

Telemachus and Y/N walked back inside the palace with again, Argos following them as they all left wet trails and puddles on the floor and just when they were going to make a turn, they bump into Penelope, dressed in her nightgown with a shawl. "My my, both of you are up so late again? What now? You both are drenched..."

"Mama- I-" Telemachus started.

The two kids froze for a moment before Y/N stepped in front of Telemachus. "It was my idea! I was the one who wanted to swim with him and Argos! We- we just wanted to play...!"

The queen's expression softened into a soft smile from the way they looked so guilty and innocent, it tugged her heartstrings, the way these kids were so close to each other.

"Aww Y/N, I understand but, it's very unsafe to be out here especially late at night."

"I know, ma but we were careful! I promise!" Telemachus pleaded.

Penelope kneeled down to reach the kids' level as she spoke

"I know, sweetheart but you both should get some rest now and you can both play tomorrow again. But first, let's get you all dry."

"Alrighttt, mom." Telemachus nodded sheepishly before he turned to Y/N, both staring at each other in silence before returning sweet smiles to each other and light giggling.

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Dividers by antitalenia

✎ᝰ. oh my gyatt I'm so sorry this took forever but anyways I hope you enjoyed my crusty writing </3 I will kms if there are mistakes I've checked and checked and checked aaagahdsggdhgh

[purangelblood]

guardianangel!reader.

god, who knows how old. who is she? by i monster. too bright too look at. reality distortion. often goes to matt in his dreams. swans are a sign she's near. dark humor. more into scaring matt than watching over him. reality distortion. narrowed, deep eyes. haunting laugh.

paranoid!matt.

23. somebody's watching me by rockwell. sleepless nights. journals filled to the brim with the girl that haunts his dreams. cigarettes. eyebags. often trying to figure out if whoever he's seeing is real, or if he's just lost his mind. nature boy.

tags✞︎: @mattslilies @heartsonlyforchris @ifwdominicfike @izzylovesmatt

do you want to be an angel? do you want to be pure? click here! ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

[kawhh]

Reader getting a 'hey girly' text/DM while with reformed player obsessive Jack is that man's top fear. He's different, he promises

I don't think he'd ever NOT be terrified either.

Even if he does find a way to block their numbers on your phone, how does he know they won't find your social media? That you have an account he doesn't know about? What if he can't guess your password?

What if you get suspicious that there's someone hacking you and change all of them? Change your email address so that he's locked out?

You get a new sim and change your number? He's cancelling your plan. He needs to fix it. Needs to have access to your number before you so he can act quickly.

What if a teammate shows you a picture of him from his player days? He can't control that. Does he not bring you to events? But then you'll feel unloved.. or they'll get suspicious. Fuck. There's so many conditions he can't control.

He'll end up rarely going out, dodging team drinking nights. He can't risk anything. He's fine being a homebody now. He doesn't care. He needs you in a bubble. He needs to control everything.

Even damage control would be difficult - he could claim that he was drunk? But then you'll think badly of him if he's being irresponsible..

[blindmagdalena]

Headcanons: How would Homelander feel if yn sent a nude but to prank him she decided to text wrong person and delete how would he feel. Would he be mad he thought of her cheating so he warned her and she’s terrified as hell knowing how far he goes and he starts threatening her to give him the man’s name so she says it’s a prank. What’s her special punishment?

"No, no. There's no getting out of this now. How's this for a prank: you're going to take your phone—that's right, there you go—and then you're going to send that picture to every single person in your contacts. Yes, you are. And then you and I are going to have some quality bonding time while we read the replies together. We can take bets on who reciprocates! Because if any of them do, you're gonna watch me turn them inside out. Won't that be fun?"

[okkalo]

thinking about rindou who rubs your back as you cry :( he keeps you in a hug, not caring if his shirt gets wet from your tears. he speaks in a mumble, saying things to get you out of your head and make you laugh. he’s never been good at reading you, so he’ll ask you what made you cry after pressing a kiss to your forehead and wiping your tears away for you. he’ll drag you to his bed if you both weren’t already there, bringing you down to cuddle with him as he continues mumbling random thoughts and rubbing your back.

[bisexual-froggie]

I know I just made a post about Sunday being a little "yandere" but ugh I'm thinking about soft moments with him...

When you're in public, he always has a hand on the small of your back, or you hold on to his arm. He always insists on this so you don't get lost, especially in large crowds.

The cute nicknames you have for each other. His for you being beloved, dearest, and darling. You call him "your angel".

Preening his wings. He's hesitant at first because they are very sensitive. But once he allows it he relaxes into your touch, softly humming. Once you're done, you give him a quick kiss to the top of his head.

Doing your nightly routines together before bed. When there are days either of you are exhausted, the other will help them. There have been several nights where Sunday will help your exhausted body out of your clothes and into comfortable pajamas. As well there have been several nights where you gently wash Sunday's hair and massage his tense muscles in the bath.

Sleepless nights where he reads to you while you lay your head on his chest. Where you talk all night about whatever comes into your minds.

The way he almost always asks for permission before kissing you. And they way that he holds you in his arms like you're the whole world as he does so.

[retrievablememories]

one of these nights | dpr ian

word count: 1.1k warnings: kissing. and some suggestiveness/sexual tension. a/n: finally conjured something up. hooray for me breaking a nearly 10 year dry streak of never completing a single fic of this guy?

i'm finding that i'm in no mood to write anything explicit lately (cherry bomb wore me out ok), so this will probably not be what a lot of folks are looking for, but… this was written more for my own self-indulgence than anything else. 🤓 please don’t jump me about a part 2, i don't know whether there will be one or not

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"i'm tired," you say, crossing your arms and leaning your weight against the brick wall behind you. you blink slowly, trying to placate some of your exhaustion and rest your eyes. it's not the most comfortable resting spot, but it's all you have for now until you're back in your heated apartment and in your own bed.

"it should only take him a minute to find his wallet," christian reassures you as he settles himself on the wall opposite to you, knowing how eager you are to get back home. he can't blame you, as the long night is beginning to catch up to him, too.

"i can't believe he lost it in the first place; who the hell does that?" your friend had dashed back in the direction of the restaurant once you all had gotten halfway down the block and he realized he didn't have his wallet. now you are just waiting for him to find it and come back, having ducked into this alleyway to try to get some shelter away from the winter breeze. you wouldn't have gone anywhere near this dim, narrow alley if you were with anyone else, but you trust christian to keep you safe if anything happens. it feels unusual but comforting to be able to trust someone in that way.

christian chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "y'know, i think he was a little too preoccupied flirting with the waitress to keep track of it."

despite your tiredness, you break into giggles at the remembrance of your friend's corny attempts at flirting with lines that seemed to come straight from a poorly-rated romcom.

even after your laughter dies down, your insides pleasantly warmed by the amusement, christian's eyes stay on you—intently watching. when you realize this, you meet his gaze again with a question beginning to form on your lips.

your eyes only have seconds to remain interlocked with each other's before christian is stepping forward in one long stride, his body heat filling your space and his lips capturing yours.

it's completely unexpected. what's more unexpected is the flash of scalding heat that it sends through your body, and the quiet, surprised moan it pulls from you. his lips are warm and unaffected by the cold of the outdoors. strands of his hair tickle your face, and his nose presses against your cheek, the solid metal of his nose ring disrupting the soft touch of his skin on yours.

there are the ghosts of his hands—one at your hip and the other somewhere between the nape of your neck and the side of your jaw—but neither one fully makes contact with your body, just brushing by like he's decided he can't touch you or it might overwhelm him. his mouth parts, and there is the tip of his tongue gliding across the seam of your lips. you are just about to invite him inside, but then there is nothing more.

the kiss ends before you can fully get your bearings within it. christian separates from you and a trail of spit is the only thing left connecting you both, which breaks when he backs away.

"maybe i shouldn't have done that," he says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. "i'm sorry." you don't know what to say to that.

the unruly breeze is back, changing directions and flooding into the narrow alley, and it makes your lips even colder than they'd otherwise be from the new moisture on them. your entire nervous system feels like it's vibrating within your body—trembling with the desire for more. you want to cross those few feet of space and go to him, meld your bodies together, crush your lips against his, scratch your nails across his back over the smooth leather of his jacket.

you might even like it if he picked you up and pressed your back against that rough brick wall—if you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed his slender waist between your thighs—if you felt his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs while his tongue sunk into your mouth.

but your feet stay planted right where they are.

"sorry? you don't have to be sorry. but why did you do it?"

"i just wanted to—for a while now. that's pretty selfish of me, but...fuck." he flips a hand through his hair like he always does; he does it so frequently that sometimes it distracts you from the conversation at hand. in those moments, all you can really think about is the softness of his hair as it slides through your fingers, the few times you’ve touched it before.

now, all you can think about is grasping it more firmly and controlling his movements, bringing his mouth back to yours so you can taste him again.

lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip. the vibrating of your nerves intensifies.

"well, do it again. you could be selfish with me, christian."

there's an expectant pause as you both size each other up, a mutual understanding and desire developing in the silence. christian approaches you again, but slower this time, like he's trying to gauge if you're serious. in seconds, he's right in front of you and breathing your air and staring at you like he is hungry for something only you could give him.

quietly, you reiterate: “take whatever it is that you want. i want you to do that.”

“darling...” his voice sounds deceptively gentle, teasing even though he doesn’t mean for it to be. he whispers to you as if you’re a glass figurine that could disintegrate if he speaks too loudly, even as his tattooed hand presses against the brick beside your head, already enveloping you. leaning in, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and staying there, he says: “do you really want me to—”

"hey! i found it."

you abruptly turn away from christian, looking at your friend who's standing at the entrance of the alleyway and holding his wallet up with triumph. "what are you two doing?" your friend looks at you cluelessly, though realization immediately dawns on him with an embarrassed smile he tries to tamp down.

the moment is shattered; christian's expression breaks into an awkward smile that matches your friend's, and once again the space between you is wider than you'd like for it to be, his arm back at his side. "dude..."

you give a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, suddenly remembering how tired you are. "...nothing. let's go home."

[spideyhexx]

lemme be coryo's maid that he has a torrid affair with and will bend over any surface imaginable the second we're alone to fuck until my legs give out

and he is wickedly good at keeping it under wraps.

you would be so sure his wife would find out or one of his other staff members would, but Coryo is so good at keeping things discreet (plus you don't know about the times he's threatened other house staff...). And this makes it all the more hotter to you.

he's not an indulgent man, but he lets himself a little more loose around you. Because he knows you won't talk. And if you gave him any sort of inkling that you would, he'd take care of it.

[stromuprisahat]

Our great heroine despises everyone, who doesn't act like her

Ruin and Rising- Chapter 3

When the heroine describes what would be a scene introducing a respectable, wise ruler in any fairy tale, but you're supposed to view it as an undesirable situation.

Alina knows the Darkling's life wasn't a walk through a rose garden. She mentions "HUNDREDS of years of BATTLE and SERVICE", but doesn't acknowledge it. Those are just words for her. Besides, she completely misidentifies his goal. Why think about the woes of his people, when she can make it all about the power for power's sake?!

Of course Alina hates them- they're not screaming, clawing at his face for daring to claim responsibility for the whole country.

She doesn't even know what were they speaking about- they could've been berating their new ruler for whichever (perceived) failure for all we know-, but since there's no loud noise and the supplicants manage to keep their emotions in check, they're automatically deplorable.

The notion that the person in charge and their subordinates might remain polite during an exchange is totally foreign to our Sun Saint (derogatory).

... skittered away... because Alina cannot conceive the concept of priorities, matters of importance or even determination to do one's job.

Also a huge fan of Alina noting she doesn't recognize one of the hundreds of Grisha she never met as if it were an exception, when she didn't even know names of those few, who joined her.

[luminecent-sky]

Since you asked for it

I am curious what do you think about yandere Gallagher secretly being an eldritch monster or Cognito hazard.

oh my god... i had to take a day to think about it, like it could go so many ways??

Eldritch monster is an easy alley, esp with his connection to the 'death' in Penacony, and how he's made up of aspects of other family members. And a cognito hazard is also a viable option considering how he could've blended himself in after he took aspects of people and how Penaconys memory and thought altering aspects used by the memokeepers and by sunday himself, who says it's not possible.

this may have escaped my hands...

Your mind is hazy as you sit in the Dreamjolt Holstery, the alcohol makes your thoughts stir. It's surprisingly silent today, none of the dreamjolt troupe are here to cause a ruckus. But as always a familiar face is here to listen to your musings.

"Well, looks like you had too much to drink eh, doll?" Gallagher chuckles wiping a glass as your eyes focus onto him.

"..Maybe i have." a noncommittal hum escapes your throat, The alcohol is messing with you, his face is a blur, but most of the features you can make out, that brown hair, the stubble, the scars, but it feels wrong. Were the lights always this bright? Practically searing your eyes as you try and manage your tipsy mind, lest something foolish slips out of it.

"I should probably go now... or do you think Siobhan would let me crash here?" Laughter bubbles from him as he sets down the glass,

"Eh, maybe, but the real question is if you're gonna pay your tab tonight or tomorrow?"

"I think i'll pay tomorrow, you and i both know i'll be back here anyways." You stand, rubbing away the headache as you get to your feet, The world spins for a split second before you gets your wits about, walking out of the holstery and making your way to the connecting portal in the Reveries' lobby.

It's cold, chills creep onto your skin, the empty halls doing nothing to soothe the feeling. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, unnerving your tipsy mind as you avoid the more monster-infested areas of the hotel, hoping that the maintenance staff can finish faster just so the halls can be less empty than it is now.

To think that you'd miss the loud patrons, the smooth jazz and the clacking of shoes that would usually fill the hotel...

You're snapped to sobriety as you feel eyes dig themselves onto your skin, if the cold hadn't sobered you up earlier, this certainly did. Steeling your nerves. the walk continues, peering into halls, listening for the noise of the monsters that now litter the empty Reverie hotel, the gaze never leaves you, like a predator stalking it's prey.

You know that you haven't encountered any monsters, even with the alcohol in your system spotting them would be easy, bright colors and mechanical sounds, all tell-tale signs of their presence. A flash of purple and yellow moves in your peripheral, making you jump into a panic, ducking into the door leading to the main lobby.

There's a slight shakiness to your movements now, heart thumping in your ears as you reach the connecting pathway towards Golden hour. You take a few deep breaths, steadying your nerves before you enter the portal.

Those eyes remain gazing at your back, the faint pink light disappearing before your eyes can even register it.