#part 1/?

[burstinn]

I need more krueger fics (anything) 👉😔

Stalker x Stalker

(Part 1/?)

KRUEGER X M! READER

Notes And Warnings:

- Stalker x Stalker trope

- Stalking on both sides

- Masturbation and jerking off

1.To people without their awareness

2.To a dirty piece of cloth

- Sexual innuendos and thoughts

- NSFW

- no proofreading

- made in a short span of time meaning probably an hour or shorter so this is probably not the best way to yknow..

- made short on purpose because I got lazy

- This is a work of fiction made because I was bored, This should not be followed or replicated or else I will kill myself (>o<)

-made this cuz I didn't write for a good while and I felt bad

You don't know how this even started, He wasn't even acknowledging you the first time you guys met.. Was it his eyes? His accent? Maybe he reminded you of someone.. Shit you didn't care, you stopped caring for a long time now. It's an obsession at this point, You are hidden in your closet. You made a small hole inside of it like a secret room.. Just so you can keep trinkets and everything about.. Him.

Nothing but heavy breathing fills your cramped secret hole.. You need more pictures of him, this is getting out of hand, you're so desperate to feel him in some kind of fucking way it's unbelievable you held back for so long. Smelling one of the missing boxers of his wasn't enough to even satisfy you anymore.

Krueger, Sebastian Josef Krueger.. You scan your wall of pictures.. Pictures of him sleeping, working out, talking, eating, bathing.. Jerking off.. Those pictures were when you got lucky enough to take them and by God do you masturbate to those every night. Wishing one day you'd finally able to make him yours.. You know everything about him, His likes, his dislikes, his family, relatives, who he dislikes, what he does every morning and every night..

And recently you've only just started breaking into his room just to touch him, his face, tracing your finger tips against his jaw line, pressing your thumb against his soft lips.. Fuck,the thought of it makes you so hard.

But right now, you have a mission you need to attend to and the only thing that can calm your nerves is Krueger. Since you couldn't find him anywhere, Your shrine is the best place. You softly press your lips against one of the pictures of Krueger. One day, You will have the balls to actually try and talk to Krueger. You walk out of the closet, leaving with a slightly less grouchy mood. Hopefully the mission would go off without a hitch.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You're gone, The helicopter you got in with your other mates had just left and he watches intently and carefully to see that you actually did leave. Once he sees the heli leave the vicinity he wastes no time walking over to your room.. Not without precautions of course he made sure nobody saw him walk in there.

Fucking finally, Your room empty.. Everything in this room is just you, Your clothes, Your pictures, Your bed, your dirty laundry.

Krueger can't help but feel a short adrenaline rush come over him as makes his way to your desk which was right across from your bed.. He shuffles for a moment under the desk, pulling out a small camera.. He can't wait too watch this later, he doesn't care if you were doing nothing, reading a book, scrolling your phone, jerking off.. He didn't give a single shit he was gonna jerk off to whatever was recorded here anyway.

He pockets the camera, walking over to your bed and just.. Smelling, hugging everything.. You are so intoxicating. How could you do this to him? He knew it was wrong but he was in love, more than in love. Why else was he doing this? He loved everything about you.

Even if this obsession started over nothing special he didn't give a damn, what happened, happened and he's in love with you.

He stands up and grabs one of your dirty briefs from the hamper, making his way back to the bed laying back down and slowly lifting your brief to his nose. Krueger flinches his body getting hot just by the smell of you, He could just.. He shuts his eyes keeping your boxers to his nose.. His other hand shuffling to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock almost immediately throbbing out when he pulls his pants and boxers down.

He rips his gloves out of his hand with his teeth, slow breaths. His mind drifting off to you, naked on your bed.. Your cock out and lonely, desperate for his touch. Bothof you just whining and grunting out his name as you rubs your cocks together, moaning in each other's mouth, your tongues fighting against each other..

He didn't even notice he already came, his cum staining his uniform and on your bedsheets.. Goddamit, He promised himself he was supposed to make sure to not cum on your bed this time. He takes a breath, pocketing your brief as well as he gets up, zipping his pants up.. He should clean this.

Next time he'll be careful, It's only a miracle he doesn't get caught in your room while your sleeping, jerking off to your sleeping figure.

[lunamothmayhem]

Good Night(Wing) Chapter 3 part 1 (the Nightmare) part 1

I'm just gonna post the little bits I finish writing so I don't lose motivation before I finish, cause this is getting bigger than anticipated and taking longer than I wanted to finish writing.

The warm feeling of contentment flowed through his veins, The purring in his chest growing, as the echoes of their siblings, I haven’t seen Jazz in months, laughter filled though his ears. The knowledge that his family was safe and sound in his apartment, Jazz is in college, Ellie and Dan are with CW, Sam and Tucker are with their families, that they knew they where safe and that he’d keep them that way and they’d do the same had him smiling as he let the darkness surround him in the joy-love-safe-warm-protected-happy- he felt from them.

Cold crisp air twirled through hair, carrying the delicate tones of children’s laughter and giggles, the deep baritones of adults chattering and a deep sense of being surrounded by joy. Through the trees lights flashed and sparkled, over top a fairs wheel spun slow. Feeling content and with a smile on his face, he moved towards the smell of buttered popcorn and cotton candy, mixed with the smell of animals outdoors. Walking closer through the trees, blue flyers of some sort danced in the wind, ‘Grayson’ being the only word he caught.

Anticipation curled around him and with a pep in his step he rushed towards the sound of fun and joy, of home, whose home, not my home, never more than a nightmare, almost running into circus goers. Laughter bubbled up and head on a swivel he looked for an old friend. Rushing past clowns, a shudder ran through them, blowing balloon animals he kept an ear out and heard her. A bellowing a triumphant bellow of an elephant from his left, changing direction and almost tripping over his own feet he rushed over.

Tears caught on eyelashes and his cheeks hurt from the beaming smile on his face as he pulled up in front of Zitka, How do I know her name, and he laughed as she reached for them with her trunk.

“Hey girl, I know it’s been a while,” He leaned into the hug, hiding his face against hers as the tears finally broke free, “but are you excited for the show tonight?" No please no, He pulled back and she gave an agreeing hum, before nudging them with her trunk towards the sound of two people chatting behind him. Mom, Dad. A picture of a small figure in a teal suit standing next to a towering behemoth in orange both holding weapons, and an all-encompassing feeling of dread and fear ran through them.

Turning around he sees two adults in matching green and yellow leotards laughing and smiling. The woman had dark brown curly hair hanging around mid-back, her warm brown eyes crinkling up in the corners as she turned towards him. The man’s cobalt blue lit up with sparkles and he crouched down with open arms as he saw him. Not wasting another second, he rushed and jumped into his arms laughing through his tears.

Warm arms circled around him settling on his back and pulling him into a warm chest, falling up and down with every breath his father, not my dad, took and the laughter turned to sobs as the tears kept coming. Burying their face in their dad’s, Not My Dad, shirt they heard their mom, not my mom, who are you, Who Are You, kneel next to them her hand rubbing slow circles on their back.

“Oh, my little Robin, what’s wrong dear?” Pulling his head away from his fathers’ chest, he turned to face his mother, wrong, Wrong, WRONG, and wiped away his tears.

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So yeah, still working on this. didn't even get into when freakshow shows up or the nightmare really starts, but I'm getting there, really sorry for the long wait.

This is part of a prompt by @azulhood

[lizndes4evrr]

more problematic content from two years ago...

[chaos-enchanted]

I wonder...when you close your eyes, do you still dream of our time together?

Do you remember me? Our mission? Our love?

Because I've scarcely been able to stop

My favourite bloody assassin

[seinsi-writes]

Harry Writes Fanfiction (Unknowingly)

Harry wrote a book. When Hermione read it—it all seemed so obvious to her, it was a love letter to Draco Malfoy. This is how the whole misunderstanding began.

This is part of my Author/Actor AU - Series

Basically a story of how Harry unknowingly wrote a Hogwarts AU fanfic, and no one had the heart to tell him.

[thatmentallyunstablebandkid]

I’m starting a photography series called “Band kids in their natural habitats” because I’m bored

Band Kids In Their Natural Habitats. part 1/? Titled “Band kids sitting in the choir room playing brawl stars because we have a sub” photographed by an iPhone X

[phen397]

My time with Sonic and the black knight as told through spontaneous notes I took while playing:

Sky

Floating knight man

Chase da girl

Cut open sky (pretty cool tbh)

Magic

Sonic from the sky (said to the tune of the sonic underground intro)

Chili dogs

Deep throat that thing?!

Dead in seconds

Dog spin

Boutta fuck em up

Cock blocked

RIP chilidog

Blaze shadow and knuckles as knights

Given kill order

Knights are loyal

King has changed?

Cutscene change

Un woundable king

Excalibur is king Arthur's sword

Merlina = merlin(I see what you did there)

First level is first level level

I am a knave

Items to identify

King got sidetracked by immortality

Halloween all year you say

Need to take out the king

Go get sword

Fancy glove time

Need a bigger challenge? Bitch that is a dragon

Pushover dragon tbh

Defeat boss king Arthur already, game gonna be short

Sword get

Good knights don't kill kings

Hello caliburn

Talking sword

King Arthur ain't shit get no hit scrub

Yea stay mad Arthur

Stop the scabbard stop the king

Time to see the lady of the lake

Knave the hedgehog and his oversized letter opener

Sword is dull Need a Smith?

Gotta look Good for the lady

Merlina with flower asking the big questions

"Why do flowers bloom if they are only to wither"(foreshadowing?)

Castle town got bads in it

Tails is the Smith!? Best Boi

Little guy

Does not question the talking sword

Good as new

New skill soul surge

Get to the lady of the lake

Riding a cargo wagon but still on the road

So much for the road

Doesd it

Time to start being smart about ID points gonna save up for something big

Shadow knight fight time?

Lancelot duel challenge

A knight never flees

Block then attack easy boss

Lancelot beat but not ended

Mercy is insulting

Arondite get(sweet sword)

Amy Is m'lady

Bow before the lady

Tell us how to turn off the scabbard

Tests first huh?

Free prisoners

Don't be a dick

Defeat the deamons

All in 3 days

No problem for the fast boi

Feels like a nice spot to stop for now will keep going on another day

Thanks for watching

Reading?

Suffering?

All of the above?

[mazerunnerfanatic]

You Were Supposed to Be My Dad

Pairing(s): Aris × Rachel / Janson & Rachel

Universe: Movies

Series: Part 1/?

Rachel leans her head on Aris's shoulder, sniffling. The sound of the helicopter blades surround them, a rhythmic sound that's almost comforting in the group's frenzied state.

There are some girls crying, the others comforting them. Aris wraps an arm around Rachel, and she can hear his shaky breath.

Rachel shivers despite the heat, pressing closer to her friend. They've no idea what the future holds, if this is even really the end. She briefly wonders if Sonya and Harriet are alive, if they're safe with the Right Arm. The thought is fleeting, but there nonetheless.

She can't tell how long they're in the air. When they finally land, her knees are wobbly as she tries to stand and climb off the helicopter. Aris helps her down, gripping her arm to steady her. Rachel flashes him a brief smile in spite of their circumstances, one that he reflects.

She's not sure how she'd survive in this world without him, and she isn't particularly keen on finding out.

Their group is led through a massive warehouse, sticking close together. It's a shared sense of unease among them all as they walk farther into the concrete building, as if this wasn't really where they were going to be safe.

They're all given check-ups, Aris separated from the rest of the girls. He looks uneasy leaving them, especially Rachel. But Rachel is following behind him, being brought into a separate curtained-off area. They share wary glances before the curtains finally close.

It's a regular check-up, checking vitals. The nurse is silent, save for the few questions she asks in regard to Rachel's pain. Something makes Rachel feel uneasy, like everything around her was artificial. She tries to stamp it down, wanting a break from the constant second-guessing that she's been experiencing since she woke up in the Box.

Afterwards, she's released to be with her friends in this big cafeteria, finding them sitting at one of the tables. Miyoko comes up to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to sit down.

"What is this place?" Rachel asks, looking around. There's other kids here, kids that she knows for a fact weren't in the Maze with her group.

Was there more than one Maze?

Miyoko shakes her head. "They're saying it's a Safe Haven checkpoint. Apparently kids get taken every day to be shipped off to the actual Safe Haven."

Beth huffs, crossing her arms. "I don't know about you sticks, but I call bull. This is too orchestrated. Are we really safe here?"

"It is the closest we have to anything relatively safe," Amelia points out. "I'd rather here than the Maze."

A few other girls chime in with their agreement. Rachel knows they're justified in wanting to believe that they've finally caught a break, but something just doesn't sit right with her about the whole place.

She looks around the table. "Where's Aris?"

"Hasn't come back yet," Miyoko replies. "Haven't seen him since they took you guys to separate areas. What was that about?"

Rachel shakes her head. "I don't know. It's not like I got special treatment. Checked my vitals, asked about injuries and pain."

Lola sits forward, brows furrowed. "That's what happened with us, we were all just in a group."

This only stoked the fire of discomfort in Rachel. Something wasn't right here. Her heart picks up as she starts thinking more about Aris, worry coursing through her.

"God, I hope he comes back soon."

Miyoko squeezes her shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine."

As if on cue, the doors open and Rachel catches a glimpse of a tall, lanky brunet boy with a stripped hoodie. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Rachel is up out of her seat and rushing over to Aris immediately.

Aris's shoulders sag in relief and he steps forward. Rachel meets him in an embrace, taking a shaky breath.

"Jesus, Aris, I thought something was wrong," Rachel says, pulling back and cupping his face. "Are you alright?"

Aris just gives her a soft smile, nodding. "I'm fine. Just had me sittin' around for a while. Not sure why. But I'm here now."

Rachel swallows and nods back. She stands there for a moment, looking over him to make sure he wasn't downplaying anything, then pulls him over to the girls. Miyoko claps his back, Lola and Amelia smile at him.

"You got somethin' special about you, pretty boy?" Beth asks, sitting forward.

Aris pulls his hood down and shakes his head. "No. Just a check-up. They left me sittin' there for like fifteen minutes."

Miyoko's brows furrow. "Jeez. What is going on around here?"

Rachel sighs, shaking her head. "That's the million-dollar question, yeah?"

Despite her attempted jest, no one laughs. They're too distracted by the incoming adult, a gray-haired man in a gray shirt and jacket. He had a clipboard.

"Everybody listen up!" He has an odd accent, one similar to Rachel's but not the others. "The following have been chosen to be transported to the Safe Haven today:

"James, Hailey, Peter, Marcus, Yolanda, Gregory, Lola-" he flips the page up "-and Rachel."

The group is startled by this news, that Lola and Rachel are being taken from them so soon. Rachel turns to look at Aris, who is staring at her with wide eyes.

As much as the idea of freedom enticed her, her unease has grown stronger. And she doesn't want to leave Aris.

But the worry on his face is gone in a flash, replaced with determination. He takes her hands.

"You'll wait for me there, yeah?"

Rachel doesn't know what to say, her throat constricting as tears prick her eyes. She doesn't want to leave, not without him. He's been the only sense of normalcy that she's had this whole time, ever since he woke up from that coma.

"I don't want to leave you here," she whispers, blue eyes searching his.

Aris only smiles softly. "It'll be okay. I'll watch over the rest of the girls and meet you there."

Rachel wants to protest, wants to either stay rooted in place or drag him with her. She can't bear the thought of being separated from him for God knows how long.

"Rachel!"

She looks behind her. The clip-board man (he honestly looked like a rat) is staring directly at her. How did he know her name?

Rachel turns back to Aris, one last little plead in her eyes. Aris takes her hands in his and nods.

"I'll see you on the other side, Rach. It's going to be okay."

"Rachel! Last call!"

Rachel squeezes her eyes shut and surges forward, grasping Aris's face and pressing their lips together. He's tense for half a second before kissing back, his eyes wide when she pulls away. Rachel gives him one last look before standing up and hurriedly walking over to the group.

The Rat Man looks miffed at her delay. "So glad you decided to join us."

Rachel looks down, cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she whispers.

He just hums and looks her up and down before turning away. He walks over to the doors and opens them.

"Follow me, everyone."

[divine-x-violence]

𓆩♡𓆪 Oddly specific things I have googled for writing 𓆩♡𓆪

A series, most likely.

"Most expensive shade of purple" It's Tyrian Purple. Why is it expensive? It was traditionally, and still is, produced from the murex shellfish in much the same way as the ancient Phoenicians ♡.

[clever-feathers-clan]

.... This is the story of our+ life. You have no idea, especially if you're allistic.

If you're allistic, this might give you an idea of what we autistic people have to deal with constantly. It's.. not fun. And all the assumptions of our intelligence being lower than most allistic's? Just because it takes longer for us to learn to mask or learn things outside of our special interests, doesn't make us dumb or children. It makes us different than you, but that doesn't automatically mean allistics should disrespect or otherwise infantalize us.

My parents have and had this view for as long as I can remember. It's like every time I speak I'm either this evil, ignorant buffoon, or I'm a wittle tiny child who doesn't know any better. There's no in between. :/ And generally, it's the former more often than the latter.

More personal reflections under the cut. (tw for child molestation, traumatic memories, and child abuse and disrespect.)

"When will people take me seriously?!" -Juskan

A long time ago, Jaden had fled our+ body, after our+ brother Adam died when we were seven years old and Thomas, our other older brother who was closest to him, subsequently left.

Home was no longer that. It was a place to live, not a Home. Not only that, but the body's father was nearly never there. On the weekends, he had homework to do, and on weekdays he was never there until long after our+ outer world brother and we+ were in bed.

On one fateful day that Jaden would never forget.. Our+ dad had taken us up the hilly mountain in front of our+ house. Ben was there too, but he was only 5, and was much smaller than us+ at the time.

When we got to the top of the high hill, they swung on the swings in the playground for a while, then sat down under the top of the slide in my light blue with pink roses summer dress. Dad was reading something sleepily. It was likely homework, and he was nearly asleep on the bench that he sat on.

At this point, our+ memory morphs to something.. grotesque and alarming. Please, don't read further if you're not in a good mindspace for reading about child molestation. Skip to the ending paragraph if you need to.

Ben was far away, chasing butterflies and grasshoppers in the field nearby like the sweet spring child he was. Dad was on a bench, eyes closed and he might as well have been deaf too, for how he was.. unable to wake to the sound of their+ scream. We+ screamed for him. Over and over. We+ were only seven, but we+ had a pair of lungs on us+. He was just too tired to register that Jaden was in trouble. "Dad!! DADDDD!! HELLP!! NNGH! Go away!! DAAADD!"

The two older male teenagers, 16 and 17, towered over them, pushed us+ down, and one held our+ arms while the other started to pull the body's panties down, snaking his hands up our+ dress. Jaden.. was mortified when he flipped the body's dress up, and exposed our+ panties to the air. I was tiny for a seven year old, and couldn't hope to fight, but fight I did. I kicked- he just held my legs with one large hand, holding my ankles together.. and continued to pull on my underwear.

He got it down.. but just before he could lean in for a lick or do anything else, our+ Dad finally came to the rescue, chasing the boys away and helping my shaking form pull my underwear back up and lower my dress back down. Juskan wanted to leave. Dad argued that Ben was having a good time still. Juskan wasn't having any of it. Once we+ got firm legs under ourself+ again, Juskan marched us+ in the direction of home, and Dad was forced to tell a clueless Ben to come and follow Juskan.

During the time that Jaden was recovering, Juskan took over. Jaden couldn't handle being in that life anymore. This assuming of the fact that the body was weak enough to take advantage of, that is. Jaden had been bullied over and over at school, being teased for being Autistic and taking most everything literally, and being interested in dogs, they called them a weak bitch more often than not. Of course, doing quadrobics and barking like a dog during recess didn't exactly help that interpretation, but like- being called that, over and over, did not help their mental nor physical health in the least. Bruises abounded most days, from being pushed, or punched, or slapped, hard. The last one often came from their parents, especially their outer world mom.

Their ow mom would misinterpret Jaden's literal, flat tone for disinterest or rudeness more often than not, and that would result in more slapping.

By the time this molestation happened, Jaden was.. done with everything. Their soul literally left their body, and Juskan, a stronger, more stubborn soul, took their place.

That's how our+ plurality started. You could say it was traumagenic in nature, but we+ don't believe that our+ headmate spirits were or are an already established part of our psyche, so cosmagenic and stressgenic is likely more accurate.

The quote of Juskan's comes not long after that. Juskan went to therapy after walking to the car with our+ father and having to ask our+ own name- all our+ memories were wiped from seven years old onwards because of that abuse, and Jaden taking all our+ memories with them. Not only that, but we've found that whenever a new headmate comes in from outside when not teleporting, they lose all of their own memories as well, and God or a Prophet has to give them back. Juskan was placed in the headspace of this body by our+ Guardian Angel Hadiyah and watched, making sure that the body doesn't die before our+ time. Juskan's twin was also placed with them as a form of soul protection, a divine Old Norse being named Ingvar. Ingvar was their protector up until our+ body turned 16, at which point Ing was taken away and nearly killed by demons, and in the confusion, Kalila was formed as a synform and internal protector. Juskan didn't know if she was another demon or if she was something else, so about three years later (at age 19) Juskan had their parents do an exorcism- which, seeing as Kalila was part of their consciousness as a thoughtform, just succeeded in making her leave and form a new thoughtform-specific layer in the headspace to gain space from their parents. Avern Korvo later was formed as a companion synform to Kalila, also part of Juskan's consciousness.

Back to the original point- Basically, in therapy, their words were never taken seriously- to the point that it hurt our+ mental health and trust of therapists, as well as trust of our+ mother. Our+ trust of our+ father was never there, and it was the one thing Juskan always wanted. They never formed it... Even and up until he moved out after their soul ego died. He was physically abusive and mentally unwell besides being mentally checked out, unable to connect to anyone in the later years of our+ life..

By the point that Juskan ego died, we+ had met our+ partner system and... that whole demonic war had happened as foretold by Juskan's previous life as a Prophet of the Prophecies of God- specifically, the very same Juska Odindottir that had foretold the end of the world (Ragnarok), which had the added effects of having Fenrir locked up and Loki Farbautison (who goes by Astvar Leikrmar Odinson now) banished as a result. But.. that's a story for another post. Our+ ultimate point was that people don't take autistic people seriously- and it hurts. Also that keeping trauma bottled inside isn't healthy, and that talking about it and experiences that aren't as pleasant to talk about is.. important. Always ask for permission to talk about trauma before giving detail or at least give proper warning to people so they can choose to engage like we+ have done with this post, as other beings may not be in a frame of mind to engage productively, and you may end up inadvertently causing more trauma flashbacks or triggering others if you're not careful. As always, share responsibly! Thanks for reading this far, and see you in part two!

-Lux the Oonion 🪽🐦 and a 🌫️ Blurry Pluran

When you're autistic, it's impossible to miss how much society normalizes child abuse.

I could dedicate my entire life to studying how to interact with people and I'd still never master the social skills that young children are expected to have on command.

Say the wrong thing? That's disrespectful and you're punished. And you don't even have to actually say anything wrong. Pretty much anything you say can be considered "giving lip" if your parent wants some excuse to punish you. But if you say nothing, then you get punished for ignoring. You also have to calculate your response to their mind game quickly because taking too long to respond is considered ignoring. Also, if you're being wrongly accused of something, saying nothing is considered a confession. And even if you somehow manage to say exactly what your parent wants in exactly the correct tone, they'll still punish you for "sarcasm" or "not really meaning it".

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[mikkimai]

Pink.

[swkywalker]

NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 (2011) dir. Bill Condon

[mellkellyismyhero]

I love how Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel specifically cameoed during One Short Day, because that’s the song where Glinda and Elphaba are talking about their future together- a future that we know they’ll never get. BUT having Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth there feels like we got to see a version of Elphaba and Glinda who DID get their happy ending together living in the Emerald City 💚🩷

[thephantomofanastasia]

Really cool wicked fanart by APOLAR on Instagram - apolar.arch their work is incredible. Check their page out!

https://www.instagram.com/apolar.arch/profilecard/?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

[warningsine]

Galinda, what are you doing? Stop. No.