ankerenaud

[radmista]

you lead a unfathomably fucking miserable existence

I'm really happy and very successful in my chosen field, making the difference in the world I've wanted to since I was a kid 🤗 I have hobbies I can indulge in, a lovely gf, 2 wonderful dogs, and great friends 💕

Me acknowledging that women lead difficult lives and have to deal with undeserved pain and suffering because of our biological sex doesn't mean I exist in misery. I don't spend my days in my mother's basement crying over how the world doesn't focus on me and me specifically, sounds like smth you guys are way better at.

[ohnococo]

Sleep Tight | Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Higuruma’s job leaves him busy, which means the two of you spend far too long as two passing ships, unable to indulge your urges.

He asks for one night to catch up on his sleep, then he’s all yours - but it turns out his body isn’t quite willing to let him make it through that night without being taken care of.

❥ WC: 2.4k

❥ Notes: a request for @bas-writes - Higuruma is so fun to write, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

❥ Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, SOMNOPHILIA (reader receiving), fem bodied reader/no pronouns used, established relationship, wet dreams (mentions of grinding, oral sex/deep-throating), mentions of masturbation, mentions of semi-public masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, sleepy sex

Higuruma feels like a complete fucking idiot.

He’d been pulling all-nighters for weeks now. Coming home well after you were asleep, then forced to get up and leave only a handful of hours later. His work was hard at the best of times, but not even having the respite of time with you had turned it into something much like running a marathon in lead shoes. But the only way out of it was through, and when things had finally settled down you were so eager to make up for lost time.

But… that extended lack of sleep and all of that stress had caught up to him. He’d apologised and apologised again and it still didn’t feel like enough, but he just needed one good night of sleep and he would be on you like it was the last day of your lives the following morning, he’d promised. And you’d accepted, being the caring partner that you are.

Except he didn’t even make it to morning, not properly. Or rather, Higuruma wasn’t counting it as morning, considering the sun wasn’t even up yet. But here he was, barely rested, still so tired he felt almost delirious. And here he was, so fucking hard his balls hurt and he thinks he might have discovered you can actually be so horny that it leaves you with a pounding headache.

It’s not the first time he’d woken up either. The first time, he’d opened his eyes, realised he was humping the mattress, and checked the clock to see it was midnight. You weren’t in bed yet, and he was still exhausted, so he ignored the stirring in his pyjamas, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Then he awoke and found himself hard again, cock pressed against the heavy duvet, trying to tent it despite not standing a chance against its weight. It was past uncomfortable at that point, but he turned to look at the clock and see those gently lit numbers telling him it was only just past 1 am. Once he’d heard you sighing next to him, he’d realised that you’d only just come to bed. It felt unfair to wake you, especially when his limbs still felt so heavy and he was tired enough that rolling onto his side was a feat. So again, he readjusted himself, and fell back asleep.

The next time he’d woken up, it was around 3 am, and he’d decided that his pyjamas weren't helping with his discomfort, constricting the erection that had returned once again, this time accompanied by a dream of you sitting on his lap and grinding against him. He’d groaned outright at that point.

First his work keeps him from sleeping, keeps him from you. Then the accumulated tiredness keeps him from you instead. And now, the result of so many days without satisfying his insatiable need for you keeps him from getting the sleep he needs to solve his little problem. An endless loop of torment for a man like him, who is more insatiable than most.

When he’d tried to adjust himself in search of a little comfort, he’d found his clothes sticky and clinging to him, precum having made them nearly translucent over this stressful night. He’d done what he could, sliding them off and kicking them out of the bed entirely before letting himself doze back off with that small semblance of relief.

But now it’s 4 am and his cock is throbbing, rudely interrupting his dream of you waking him up with your mouth on him. It was so vivid he’d almost been convinced it was real until he turned to see you were lying next to him, asleep, and not between his legs looking up at him from where his cock was buried in your throat.

Higuruma groans, wiping sweat from his upper lip, staring at the ceiling with his arms helplessly by his sides. He decides that his body won’t be letting him get any sleep until he solves this problem. Then he decides his mind had been admonishing him for being so selfish. Taking all the extra hours he can instead of delegating his work, denying your offer to empty his aching balls, and here he was dreaming of only his own pleasure. So he decides to focus on you first, at least enough to ensure you get yours. He slowly slides the duvet off of you both to pool at the bottom of the bed, and feels almost giddy at his absolute luck after his poor cock had been through so much turmoil.

It’s as if it were meant to happen, with you laying on your back, legs spread, shirt shoved up from tossing and turning of your own. You’re so ready for him, ready to be touched, that he can’t turn back now. He crawls slowly, pausing when the bed creaks or dips too low, until he’s settled himself between your legs. Face to face with your thinly veiled pussy, he can see a wetness of your own has formed, nearly outlining the contours of your slit, and he has to bite his fist to stop from groaning at the sight. It solidifies it for him, sheepishly jerking himself off over on his lonesome side of the bed could never be an option after looking at you in this state.

He moves his face closer, breathing you in, releasing that breath shakily onto your skin, and presses a slack tongue to the damp fabric. His eyes snap up, watching your reaction, but you only let out a breath barely louder than the last. He licks slowly, slowly upwards, eyes rolling as he gets a hint of the taste he knows so well through that dampened fabric, and when even that doesn’t do much to wake you, he concentrates his efforts on your clit.

It’s swollen enough to make its pert little self known through your clothing, and when he flicks at it with the tip of his tongue you let out a deep sigh. It has that little hint of something more that makes him realise that you’d almost certainly been just as pent up as he had. As his guilt at leaving you high and dry swells, so does his cock as his mind inundates him with vivid images of you clenching your thighs and squirming while missing having him there in your bed. Images of you frustrated, whining his name when your fingers and toys couldn’t do what he could. Images vivid enough that they almost felt like visions of what had indeed been happening in his absence. You, left here touching yourself night after night but finding those orgasms didn’t quite go as deep as they needed to without his cock and face and fingers to ride.

That’s more or less how the weeks had gone for Higuruma, when he felt like his head was going to explode during his late nights at work and the only way to stop it was to lock himself in the leaky bathroom on the abandoned floor above and beat his dick hard and fast while scrolling through whatever sweet little pictures you’d last sent him to remind him that you were home and waiting and meals weren’t quite as nice without him there to enjoy them with. It was never really satisfying, just a means to an end so he can think of something other than whining into your neck while you milk him dry.

It makes his heart clench, saddened and flattered at the unconfirmed but may-as-well-be-true-to-him thought that you might be helplessly fucking your pussy to thoughts of him. That maybe you were even dreaming about it now, like you couldn’t have the real thing, and you hadn’t - for far too long for how insatiable the two of you had been during your seemingly endless honeymoon phase. Higuruma thinks that he’ll never make you go so long without him again, even if he has to fuck you in his office, even if you have to climb on his cock while he’s passed out and dreaming of you sitting on his face.

These thoughts and the taste of you on his tongue act as a pincer attack on his hazy mind. It makes him forget himself, swiping his nose at your clit as his tongue busies itself trying to press at your entrance through the thin cloth keeping him from you. It’s not gentle, or subtle, but Higuruma isn’t thinking straight, not now that his mind is sending him on a spiral of filthy thoughts about how he needs to make you cum so hard you forget every night you’d been alone. He licks and nuzzles and sucks until your underwear are clinging to every contour of your pussy and even then he hovers so very close to grazing his teeth along your folds before he just catches himself.

It’s too much, because it’s too little, and his aching cock begs him to take care of you both as soon as possible. By the time he’s sitting up to settle between your spread legs his hands are shaking, and he has to hold his breath to steady them as he peels the sodden fabric away from you and pulls it to the side.

The way you glisten in the moonlight has him emotional, enough that he swears there are tears welling in his eyes - a pressure relieved by letting out a low sigh, shaky and distraught, as he pumps his cock in his hand and lines it up with you. Half of him wants to toy with you further, gliding his head against you, seeing if you’ll mewl for it the way he has to hold himself back from crying out for you, but the other half wins out as his cock throbs just from the lightest touch against you.

He pushes in, and the sticky sound of diving into your wetness makes his stomach clench, eyes rolling back as he bites his lip to stop from making the pathetic noise his body so badly wanted to release. He starts to push deeper, pausing and shaking his head as he realises it’ll just leave him cumming far too quickly, and that’s not what he’s here for right now, so he pulls back. His knees slide forward, nudging at your legs gently, as he repositions himself and starts making shallow thrusts, his tip just reaching deep enough to press and slide until he has your lips parting to release soft moans and your chest rising and falling faster and faster.

He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit, holding his breath when it makes you clench around him, so he does it again. You only get wetter for him as he goes, warmer, more malleable as you beckon him to sink deeper and fill you completely, but he knows he has to wait, for both of your sakes. So he shuts his eyes, head falling back as he keeps the first few inches of himself lazily working at you, knowing he’ll get there eventually even like this.

You sigh, and squirm, and clench him again and again, sounds of your bodies like a wet squelch of a kiss as you work his tip even in dreams, and Higuruma doesn’t dare look at you - knowing that’ll be the end of him if he sees exactly what he’s feeling below. Instead he works his way just barely deeper, willing himself to enjoy the journey until that telltale clenching lets him know he can let go fully.

But his hastily laid plans change as you let out a moan and your knees lift towards your chest, a sound too loud and a move too big for you to still be sleeping. He looks down to find you looking as desperate as he feels right now with your curling toes and clenching hands. He doesn’t know when you woke up, but he knows you’re awake now, even if your eyes are closed, and your hands are down by your sides gripping the sheets tightly. He thrusts deep, for the first time in too long, and it makes you open your eyes, coming face to face with him as the tight squeeze of being buried so fully sends him bucking forward and catching himself with hands on either side of you.

“You’re awake.”

You laugh, breathy, clenching at him with the sound as he sets a new pace of long thrusts, “You’re fucking me.”

The hot breath of his laugh collides with yours as he gives you that lovesick smile that only has your pussy desperate to be ruined by him, so you wrap your arms around him and kiss at the corners of his mouth as you instruct him to finish what he’d started. “Go on, then.”

It’s playful, a soft challenge that has him hissing as he settles on his pace, heavy balls slapping at your ass as he makes sure you feel every inch of him you’d been without. He tries his best to keep his movements steady, but is all too aware of how he stays buried deep a little longer before pulling back with each thrust. He goes on like this until he’s barely leaving your heat, the thatch of hair scattered at his base rubbing against you with his desperate rocking.

Then you’re squeezing him tight, with arms and legs and pussy alike and it has him crying out. His full weight falls on top of you as all of his energy goes into thrusting - and staving off his body’s desperate call to release until you’re good and ready to squeeze it out of him on the tail end of your sleep-heightened orgasm. He sucks at your neck, sloppy and wet and barely muffling his shuddering groans until you’re finally cumming on his cock and rocking yourself up into his movements.

He sputters, whines, lets hot breaths loose against your neck as he cums right alongside you with the pull of your hungry heat. It’s a relief so great that it leaves him feeling boneless, like he was floating with only your body to keep him from drowning face down as his body and mind reset after cumming so hard after so long.

It’s much the same for you as well, with Higuruma acting as a weighted blanket over your body, the heat of him staving off the chill of the room as your skin cools down. He’s drifting off first, as is expected with such a tumultuous night, and you follow suit, only half thinking of the earful he’ll be getting in the morning for cumming inside of you.

[azulsluver]

tw. yandere, bully!characters, manipulation, possessive behavior, heavy dehumanization, humiliation, starvation.

Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore

Everyone loved Kalim. Kalim was someone who people looked out for. Easily making friends with a happy ray of smile, it’s so so easy. You sometimes wish you were like Kalim, welcomed with open arms. Trying to befriend Kalim was not as easy as you thought, scared away by his overwhelming behavior, anxiety and fear because you weren’t so use to basic human decency. 

You were just a little too late. Word goes around from Cater’s schemes, your name dirty to everyone who looked your way. Glancing over at Kalim who’s ushered away from you...”you’re bad influence,” Jamil would say. There was small hope in you, chewing your bottom lip as Kalim looks back to see your intimidated figure. 

Kalim is smart enough to understand what was right and not. Frankly, he didn’t care about about your reputation. You’re you, the whispers of your name flood the halls and offices. Being you is no fun, because you are nothing but someone Kalim can easily walk over.

He’s keen on the thought.

Over the years Kalim “did” try to see what all the fuss was about, what’s got people so worked up about you? Magic was not in your blood, the legacy of your name had no value and yet you kept going. You still managed to survive the horrors of that school, he’s more than impressed.

He would never forget the day Riddle ordered you around like some brainless mutt, the fear and obedience in your eyes made his mind clog like water. Kalim is used to seeing people get told what and what not to do back in his hometown. He’s never liked it, but maybe this’ll be a change of heart.

Talk about horrible timing. Kalim will swoop you into his arms if you had any trouble involving money or got into some sort of debt. He’s more than happy to pay it, for a price. Not trying to sound like Azul, Kalim will be reminded of you once pure boredom settles in.

Someone is in trouble, in need, you need him and he's all too willing with an outstretched hand. The smile on his face is ill to look at, the face of kindness makes your skin itch with fear. Because as much as you didn't interact with Kalim, hanging around with the fake faced of hope was your set of reality

And you were right, Kalim was horrible. His tantrums are almost as wild as Floyd's yet he knew to better control himself, throwing fits in private you'd rather have servants running around to avoid his wrath. He would always want you near him, in his presence and by his side only. If Kalim wasn't able to watch you 24/7 that's what Jamil's good for.

Your position in Kalim's life is nothing but degrading. The fond hand of his would pet the top of your head - like a mutt. Kalim prefers to call you by many names, but being called a mutt occurs when his temper is lost. You learned the hard way that to have the things you wanted meant pleasing Kalim first. Every beck and call must you drop everything you're doing to be near him, the jingle of your collar will let him know you've been listening.

It's odd and uncomfortable on the floor, no matter how clean and smooth the ground is. Always on your knees and never your gracious two feet you were born with. Standing on feet will result in you being punished, locked in a room with no light or food. A simple mistake can have you thinning within weeks.

There’s kindness behind Kalim’s work. He’d always cry seeing your defeated and malnourished figure. It’s your mind playing tricks with you, but salivation of your basic needs begging to be taken care of sounds like a luxury. So you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck as he pets the back of your spine; telling you it’s your fault for him treating you this way. He never wants to treat his pets like this, but things must be done in order for a proper domestication.

Jamil has always been there from the beginning of it all. The first person to see when you’ve awaken and the last when slumbering. You prefer not to anger him, that got you nothing but the eyes he was blessed with.

His eyes were nothing but beautiful. But they were sharp, calculating and cruel. You know it’s done on purpose, when you had the wheels of your life, he took that away with a single stare. Something inhumane in them, staring too long has your head drawn low out of fear. Because you knew what he’s capable of.

You’re meant to be kept alive, you don’t make his job easy when you’re throwing items across the room from him after spending time with Kalim. Jamil takes this opportunity to try and gain your trust, even if he fails to support that intention by giving into his desires, you’d slowly start to believe in him.

Biting on the hand that feeds earns you a slap back, flinching whenever a finger lays on you. Growth, there is always room for it, the teeth reflective and becomes less, now you bow your head to instead lick at the palm like a good dog. The best there is, and the only thing you’ll be good for.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Yandere werewolf Wyper x female farmer reader

Worse Fates

Yandere Werewolf Wyper x Fem Reader

3.6k words

Summary: After finding your livestock brutally mauled, you decide to stay awake throughout the night to try and catch whatever could be doing this.

Warnings: violence towards the reader (gets bit), mild gore, non-consentual touching, mild yandere elements, reader is technically fem but it never actually comes up so you can read this as gn too tbh

There were plenty of trials and tribulations that came with working in ranching. It was very hard work that came with minimal reward. Some years your family made enough to live somewhat comfortably, but plenty of years left you all barely scraping by. Last year was particularly rough due to severe flooding drowning a lot of your livestock, and this year was setting itself up to also be deadly to the cattle your family raised.

Not because of flooding this time, but because you kept waking up in the morning to find your livestock brutally mauled to death. While this is hardly the first time you’ve found one of your animals dead, no one in your family had ever found one in such a grisly state. You’ve seen the result of wolves or coyotes killing a cow, but this looked like it was done by a bear. A huge one at that. It was confusing, but terrifying more than anything. What was doing this? None of your family had ever seen a bear around the ranch, so what if it was something else? Some other unknown beast that was mauling your livelihood.

With everything going on, you felt desperate enough to pay your neighbors a visit. The Shandia Farm specialized in agriculture, growing a variety of crops to make a living. Despite them being the people nearest to you, your families really didn’t interact much. Both of you were busy with your own jobs which left little time for mingling and socializing. Which was fine. You got the impression that you weren’t particularly welcome over here. Wyper, the perceived man in charge, was always quick to tell you to leave so he could get back to work on the few occasions that you did try to get to know him.

And what would happen if one of you were outside when it came stalking onto your property for another meal? 

Ideally, you would encounter Raki once you got there. She was always much more willing to talk and be courteous to you. You knew that your reason for being there wasn’t particularly great. All that you wanted to do was ask if they’ve seen anything strange lurking around these parts, but you figured that was pretty unlikely given that they didn’t have any animals to attract a large predator.

The dust of the dirt road kicks up as you walk quickly. A large gate was just ahead of you with a log perched on top of it with the words “Shandia Farm” carved into it. The gate was fortunately already open, making it easy for you to walk right in.You quickly glance around, trying to find anyone you can talk to. All that your eyes can see is the large, partially harvested field of pumpkins, with a wheat field wrapping around the distance. No people, though.

“What are you doing here?” 

Hearing a gruff voice coming from directly behind you startles you. You jump a bit and whip around to find Wyper uncomfortably close behind you. He’s staring down at you with his arms crossed over his bare chest. His teeth grind against a cigarillo and his eyebrows raise slightly as he waits for you to explain yourself.

Oh, right. The question you had about if any one here had seen anything. It seems like you’re going to have to settle for speaking with Wyper afterall. You clear your throat as you take a decisive step back to put some distance between you two.

“I, uh, I have a question for you.” You fidget with the worn fabric of your clothing as Wyper stares at you in silence. “We’ve been having trouble with something killing out livestock, and I was just wondering if anyone over here has seen anything strange recently?”

The second the words were out of your mouth, Wyper scoffed and turned away from you. “It was probably just a wolf or something, you don’t need to bother me over such a simple matter.” He began making his way through the empty parts of the pumpkin patch, walking around the remaining vines with a practiced ease. He was seemingly done with the conversation.

You weren’t ready to drop the subject so easily, however. With only a brief moment of hesitation, you follow him into the field. While he was effortlessly avoiding the vines, you were left stumbling as they snagged your boots and tried to trip you. You call out to him as you lag behind him, “But there’s no way a wolf has been doing this! Not even an entire pack could mutilate a cow the way we’ve been finding them.”

It takes noticeably longer than it should have, but you do eventually catch up to him. He’s bent over and using a shear to cut the stems of the pumpkins. When he makes no move to refute your point, you start to speak again, only to immediately get cut off by him.

“If you’re going to be here and pester me, then at least help out.” 

Before you can squeeze the shear, Wyper’s hand juts out to grab yours and moves it further up the stem. He looks annoyed and huffs quietly. “Don’t cut so close to the pumpkin, that makes them go bad faster.”

Without even waiting to see if you would agree to the demand, he digs a spare shear out of a pocket on his pants and shoves it into your hands. For a moment, you balk at being forcibly recruited into harvesting, but your desire to get even a scrap of useful information out of him wins over. You heave a sigh and move to the row next to him and crouch down to cut the stem.

“Oh, okay. Sorry.” You glance down to confirm how high up he repositioned your hand. You feel like you get about where you’re supposed to cut, and you want to, but there’s a problem. His hand is still tightly clutching yours and he doesn’t appear to be letting go anytime soon. You turn to look at him, “Cut a few inches up the stem, I got it… You wanna let go now?”

For a moment, his grip only tightens, but then he lets go and returns to cutting pumpkin stems in his own row. He quietly grumbles under his breath, “Just making sure you got it…”

That was… weird. You shake your head and start quickly cutting stems to catch up to him. Given that he didn’t immediately kick you out like he usually would, you take that as an invitation to keep pressing him. “As I was saying, whatever is killing my cattle can’t be a wolf. The bite marks are too big, and there are these huge gashes from claws that no one in my family has ever seen before. Have you guys maybe seen a bear or something like that lurking around here?”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wyper freeze up and stop his work. His jaw tenses and bites down on his cigarillo to the point that it’s bitten all the way through and half of it falls to the ground. While you may not know Wyper on a personal level, you feel confident in saying that this is strange behavior for him. 

You hesitate for a second, then decide to speak up, “Are… Are you okay?”

He snaps out of his stupor and stands up straight. He spits out the remaining piece of his cigarillo and quickly replaces it with a new one from a pack in his back pocket. He fumbles for a moment while trying to light it. Once it’s lit, he takes a long drag from it. Not once has he looked at you, and you’re about to ask if he’s okay again when he abruptly snatches the shears out of your hand.

“Don’t go out at night.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting to hear. Your brain stalls out for a second, then you quietly utter, “Excuse me?”

Finally, he turns to face you, and he’s back to his usual stern expression, though you can’t help but notice the sheen of sweat coating him. Your eyes follow a drop of sweat that runs down the tattoos covering his face before he wipes at it with his bare hand. He takes another drag and exhales it right into your face. You cough as the smoky, yet oddly sweet smell assaults your senses and burns your eyes.

“You and your family shouldn’t go out at night… Whatever has been doing that is probably something you don’t want to encounter. Now get going, I have work to do.” With that, he returns to harvesting pumpkins as if you two didn’t have an incredibly odd exchange.

The way that he vaguely acknowledged your struggles while giving terrible advice really rubbed you the wrong way. This wasn’t a problem that you had the luxury to simply ignore. “We can’t just do that! Our livestock is being massacred! We’re going to lose the farm if we lose much more!”

“There are some fates worse than that.”

What?

All that you can do is gawk at him after saying something so ominous. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you point a trembling finger at him, “You know something about this, don’t you?”

Wyper keeps his back to you and speaks in a curt tone, “I don’t know anything, I’m just offering some advice based on what you told me.”

You want to argue with him and push him more, but you know that won’t get you anywhere. It’s nothing short of a miracle that he spoke to you as much as he has, not that any of it was particularly helpful. You turn on your heel and stomp your way out of the pumpkin patch, trying your damnedest to not trip over any vines and make a fool of yourself. Whatever. He can keep his secrets. It would seem that you and your family were on your own when it came to dealing with whatever was plaguing your humble ranch.

That night, you found yourself settled into the old rocking chair on your farmhouse’s front porch, sipping on a cup of coffee to help keep yourself awake. A hunting rifle was propped against the wall next to you as you idly rocked yourself with one foot. Your family had come to the decision that one of you would stay awake all night until whatever was killing your livestock was gone. You offered to take the first shift, mostly due to the eerie conversation you had with Wyper that was very much still on your mind. It was unlikely that you would have been able to sleep anyway, so you might as well put yourself on nightwatch. 

The thing that stood out to you the most from your earlier conversation was the specification that you shouldn’t go out at night. If this was all the work of a bear, that made no sense. They were active during the daytime as far as you were aware. He would only specify nighttime as being dangerous if he knew precisely what was doing this, but why wouldn’t he just come out and say what exactly that was? Why keep the answer hidden behind vague words? What did he have to gain from doing that?

Instinctively, you look over to where the pastures are. A pointless thing to do in the middle of the night. The only light out here was coming from your lantern and the full moon glowing in the sky above you. Hardly enough to illuminate the sprawling fields your livestock lived on. 

All was quiet, something that part of you knew was a good thing, though you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of frustration. You don’t want to wait around for days or even weeks to identify the threat to your family’s farm, you want to take care of this here and now so this can be behind you instead of a looming problem.

You take another sip of your lukewarm coffee when you suddenly hear something. In an instant, you perk up and halt all movement so you can strain your ears. In the distance, you can hear cattle bellowing and running.

The blanket draped over your shoulders flies off as you spring out of the rocking chair. You slam the coffee mug down and grab the rifle and lantern before sprinting in the direction of the commotion. 

Grass crunches under your feet and the lantern rattles as you run. You easily vault over the fence and keep going. The sound of bellowing cattle grows louder and your eyes are able to make out cows running away from where the noise was coming from.

This had to be it. Whatever was making them run had to be the thing that’s been preying on them! You allow the lantern’s handle to fall to the crook of your arm as you pull out the small bag of gunpowder from your pocket and pour some into the pan of your rifle. You slow down to carefully stalk towards the predator that is about to become your prey and take aim.

Not far ahead, you can hear the wet, visceral sound of flesh being torn apart and curse under your breath, knowing that whatever this thing was had already managed to get its teeth into another one of your cows. And from the lack of noise coming from the cow itself, you knew that it was already dead.

While it’s still very dark, you can make out the shape of something hunched over the carcass of one of your cattle. You point your gun at it but don’t shoot. The creature is little more than a silhouette to you, but you notice something about it that makes your heart stop. It has arms.

The gun is lowered as you strain your eyes to try and make out more details. That… That thing couldn’t be human. There is no way a human being has been doing all of this. It’s just not possible! You creep closer, taking advantage of that thing having its back to you and not yet noticing your presence. You can tell that it’s covered in a dense fur with what appears to be a mane around its head. 

What… What the fuck are you looking at?

In an attempt to figure out what that thing is, you take another step closer and a twig snaps under your foot. The second that the noise cuts through the air, the creature whips around with a loud, reverberating snarl. You yelp and stumble back while raising the rifle again, but the animal- no, the monster is much faster than you. Before you can pull the trigger, it lunges forward and tackles you to the ground. Your lantern shatters on impact. Glass shards stab into your arm, making you scream in pain as the grass begins to catch fire.

You try to hit the monster with the gun but it clamps its maw around the barrel and rips it out of your hands, hurling it away from you and leaving you completely defenseless. You stare up at it as the growing fire around you sheds light on the monster and your mouth goes dry.

This creature is nothing like you’ve ever seen before, but that isn’t the worst part. It has tattoos on its face, ones that you would recognize anywhere. Everything fell into place. The odd behavior, the cryptic words, the way that he let on to knowing more than he told…

“Wyper?”

The words are barely even a whisper, you’re too shocked to be able to even begin to process this. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. You don’t want to believe it, but you can’t argue with the evidence right above you. Especially when you see the tattoos continue onto his shoulder and chest, just like Wyper’s do.

Saying his name makes the beast- Wyper, growl and lower his face closer to yours. His face was severely distorted, and you never would have been able to recognize him if it weren’t for the distinct tattoo. He had a snout like a wolf and was covered in a coarse, dark red fur. His ears were pointed, though they remained about where a human’s ears should be. The “mane” that you had seen was really just his hair, though it appeared to be thicker than usual and running all the way down his back.

You cry out and struggle under him as he presses his snout into the crook of your neck. You kick your legs and pound on his chest while pleading with him not to do this, to not kill you. Tears pour down your face as your mind begins to predict how it’s going to feel when he sinks his teeth into your throat and rips it out.

Instead of making your fears a reality, he does something that completely throws you off. He starts sniffing you. Hot puffs of air coat your neck with condensation as he takes long, deep breaths, each one feeling more desperate than the last. Wyper presses his wet nose against you so hard to the point that it’s almost painful, and you can’t help but cringe as you realize that the wetness is the blood from the slaughtered cow.

You push on his chest harder, but he doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even appear to be registering that you’re doing anything as he huffs in your scent. You shriek as you feel his tongue lap at your skin. In a desperate attempt to get him off of you before he can kill you, you grab a fistful of his hair and yank on it as hard as you can.

Wyper snarls loudly right into your ear in response and abruptly bites your shoulder. Your shrill scream cuts through the night air as large, pointed teeth sink into you. Rather than ripping you to shreds, he starts to drag you through the grass. Your screams continue as the fresh wound on your shoulder is repeatedly tugged at with each pull. You desperately try to find anything to hold onto to keep him from taking you wherever he has planned, but there’s nothing. All that there is to grab is grass.

“(Y/N)?! Where are you?!”

In the distance you can hear your younger brother screaming for you, likely drawn out of the house by your own scream. You’re torn between feeling relief that you may be saved, and terror that he’s going to die with you.  

“I lost the gun! It should be near the fire!” You still aren’t sure if him coming to your rescue would be a good thing, but if absolutely nothing else, he will be safer if he has the rifle. While your family used to have several, you were forced to sell all but one just to survive last year, and now that one remaining gun is sitting somewhere in the blazing pasture.

Another scream is ripped out of you as Wyper drops you. Blood is gushing out of your shoulder now that his teeth are no longer there to slow the bleeding. You frantically scramble to get to your feet and run, but he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder. One of your fists pounds on his back while your other hand tightly clutches your wounded shoulder. You look up to see your brother coming into view as he runs around where the fire is in search of the rifle. His eyes keep darting up to look for you, but you’re too far from the light of the fire to be visible to him, meaning that all he has to go off of is your pained screams. You can see your parents and other siblings running towards you, terror and confusion on all of their faces. All of them are carrying random household objects like kitchen knives and fire pokers in lieu of proper weapons, with your father wielding the only other viable weapon in the form of the axe you use for chopping firewood.

As much as you want them to save you, you don’t know if they can. Wyper’s new form easily towers over even your tallest family member, and considering how easily he disarmed you, you’re terrified of what will happen if they actually try to fight him.

“Get back in the house! You can’t fight it! He’ll kill you!”

“Fight what?! Who’s here?! Who did this?!” Your father was completely undeterred by your words and continued to follow the sound of your voice, only stopping when he abruptly slipped and fell in a puddle of your blood. His face paled as he realized what he had fallen into and saw the trail of blood created from when Wyper was dragging you. Just as quickly as he fell, he springs back up and charges into the darkness, following the blood and yelling your name. 

At the same moment, your brother calls out that he found the gun and races to follow your father with everyone else not far behind him. With the gun found, you feel a tinge of hope that they’ll be able to save you. 

Just as you allow yourself that little bit of hope, it’s snuffed out. Wyper breaks into a sprint with you firmly held in place on his shoulder. You kick and scream, crying out for your family, but it’s all for naught. Wyper is running so fast that their voices begin to fade into the distance almost immediately. Sobs wrack through your body as a wave of hopelessness crashes over you. Was this really how you were going to die? By being carried away and eaten by the monstrous form of one of your neighbors?

The answer felt clear to you as your vision faded and you began to faint from blood loss. 

[viviennevermillion]

date ideas for them

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: had this idea and thought it'd make for a nice post. i love sampo so much. geppie is kinda cute too. writing for luka has made me realize the guy is literally a shounen protagonist. 2,5k words

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: gepard, bronya, sampo, luka

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: long way home — walk off the earth

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: "sampo is a masked fool" theory is canon to me at this point

✧ Going to the Flower Shop

Gepard loves flowers and likes taking care of them (even though he always manages to mess up). So what better way to introduce you to the softer side of him, the man far removed from the front lines, than to take you to the Eversummer Florist Shop? Gepard may struggle to keep his flowers alive but he's quite knowledgeable when it comes to the meanings of them, medical uses or where they're found in the wild. The florist just smiles at you from the side, remarking how well-informed your boyfriend is about this. He'd wrap his arms around your waist and quietly explains the different kinds of flowers to you. He seems so soft in this moment, so different than how he can be seen commanding the troops. You smile, glad that he is able to take a break from duty, and kiss his cheek gently, causing Gepard to blush. You let out a quiet chuckle and make sure to get him some flowers that show how much you love him sometime soon.

✧ Gardening

He's aware that this is not everybody's cup of tea. If you don't want to help him with his garden, you're welcome to watch from the sidelines and play some music to relax to. Before he starts working on the garden, Gepard makes sure you have some drinks and snacks. If you do decide to help him, he'll happily show you how to tend to the flowers. If you decide to watch instead, whenever he passes you by to get some additional supplies or tools, he can't resist pressing a kiss to your lips. He swears to himself that this time he will manage to grow something worthy of being given to you as a gift.

✧ Singing together

You're the only person he feels comfortable enough around to practice his singing with. He can actually play the piano, something he learned to do as a child as his father never allowed him to play with the "peasant children". He's by no means as skilled as Serval but when you tell him that you find his voice soothing, his cheeks redden a little and he thanks you, snuggling up to you. Gepard makes it his personal mission to learn how to play the songs that are your favorites at the moment. If you're up for it, you two can sing together while he plays the piano.

✧ Indoor Picnic

It's clear that having a nice picnic outdoors in Belobog might be a little bit cold and uncomfortable but luckily, Serval is willing to help her little brother out a little and lends him her shop after hours for a day. She definitely teases him about it but he puts so much effort into organizing this picnic for you. He hangs up pretty fairy lights in the workshop and prepares a comfortable blanket and pillows for you to sit on. He cooks all the food he presents to you himself and it tastes really nice. He puts up some candles and scatters some rose petals as well and when he's done, the workshop looks very different from before. He's trying to look confident when he asks you to come in and shows you the result of his hard work but he gets so flustered again, especially upon seeing you having dressed up for the date, that he stumbles over his words a little. You just chuckle and press a kiss to his cheek, leaving his face with a soft and loving smile. Serval definitely wants to know all about how her brother's date went once it's over but she's going to have to wait for that because there was no way you wouldn't be staying with your boyfriend for the night after how sweet he has been to you.

✧ Ballroom Dancing

Bronya doesn't know much about love and going on dates other than what she read in books as a child or picked up from other people's conversations. She has been pretty sheltered as a child and now that she knows you like her too, she's wracking her brain; wondering what date to take you on that would make you happy. Luckily, Seele is there to help her out. "Duh, you're an overworld princess. You literally have the whole of Qliphoth Fort at your disposal. Take them ballroom dancing or something!" Bronya is very thankful for this suggestion from her friend and makes sure to invite you to a private evening in the ballroom. She gets you a pretty dress or suit you would like to wear and she herself wears a stunning ballgown herself. At first she tries to apply her customs from the balls she attended growing up; especially because she is nervous and essentially already has a memorized collection of proper etiquette for this type of situation, but soon she finds that around you, she can be a lot more light-hearted and casual. You guys end up giggling and trying out all sorts of dances in the big dance hall whilst playing music Bronya would have never expected herself to play at a ball. But this evening with you feels unrestrained and freeing and she knows that she wants many more days like this.

✧ Spa Day

This is right up Bronya's alley. Qliphoth Fort has a private spa for the Supreme Guardian and when Bronya has worked a lot and feels exhausted or tense, she loves nothing more than to take you there for a relaxing day together. You take a swim in a brine bath together, visit the sauna and do all sorts of spa treatments at your disposal. Bronya chuckles when she finds you falling asleep against her in the hot tub. She presses a kiss to your forehead and wraps her arms around you.

✧ Playing Video Games

This one was your suggestion when you learnt that Bronya; having essentially been raised as a princess and on the technologically underdeveloped Jarilo-VI, has never played a video game before. She's very curious herself to try them out so you sit down on the sofa for an afternoon and you introduce Bronya to Honkai Star Rail's version of Mario Kart whilst you try out all sorts of snacks Cocolia never let Bronya eat. At first she's a little lost at which buttons to push and why the game works the way it does but she gets the hang of it pretty quickly. And she's very competitive. Definitely shoots you a triumphant grin when she sends your character flying off the racing track. She isn't afraid to play dirty in this game and teases you about losing but soothes you with a gentle kiss to your lips.

✧ Going to the Theatre

Bronya loves to hear the singing that comes from the Golden Theatre so going there on a date is a must for sure. You check out the theatre program together to decide on a play both of you are interested in and Bronya gets you the best seats in the theatre. You smile at her from the side during the play upon noticing how captivated and excited she is about seeing the play and hearing the songs from it. The intermission definitely involves sneaking around the theatre with her and kissing away from all eyes.

✧ Visiting a Fun Fair

Sampo isn't even from Jarilo-VI, so he's ready to leave at any time if it's for taking his beloved on a nice date. And what location would work better for a man like Sampo than the fun fair? For him, laughter and jokes are what gives life meaning and he's experiencing first-hand how much your laughter adds to his life. So the fun fair works in his favor. He kisses you passionately in the mirror labyrinth; pecking at your lower lip repeatedly and trailing kisses down your neck, whispering against your skin to keep your eyes closed because he has a nice surprise for you. When he tells you to open them again, Sampo is way further ahead in the mirror labyrinth, having the time of his life watching you trying to find your way back to him. He's wheezing at this point and you swear to yourself that you're going to get back at him for this. You decide to forgive him when he buys you cotton candy and wins you the most cursed plushie they have at the shooting booth. Sampo also loves to scare you in the haunted house and recount "fun" tales of rollercoasters crashing around the universe when the coaster you sit in starts moving slowly. Some of them are so absurd that you're certain he made them up. He loves to joke around with you on this trip and holding your hand as you walk across the fun fair.

✧ Visiting the Circus

Out of all shows you could take Sampo to watch, aside from a comedy show, the circus is probably the most entertaining for him. He enjoys the whole vibe of it. He gets roasted almonds and candy for you two to snack on while you watch the circus show. You have to be careful with Sampo because he's absolutely the kind of person who'd raise his hand when someone in the ring says "okay and now I need two volunteers".

✧ Spending an Evening at the Tavern

This is Sampo's world. He takes you to a masked fools tavern, introducing you to the people he tends to spend his time with and showing you what he's usually up to when he's not travelling and scamming people. He gets you a pretty mask that fits you and definitely shows you off to anyone who asks with the most proud smile ever. You two listen to the other masked fools recount the stories of the chaos they caused and you back Sampo up when he talks about his time on Jarilo-VI. If you're up for it, he'll happily dance with you to the upbeat music the bard plays. He also plays the masked fools version of poker which is just like regular poker except that aside from losing money, the loser also has to do weird and funny dares. Basically, Sampo makes a complete fool of himself and that's the point. After all, those moments of laughter are the ones he wants you to remember whenever you have a bad day.

✧ Pranks

Sampo would love if you help him with his shenanigans. He's up for pretty much anything he finds funny, whether it's scamming people with you or hanging up hand-drawn "Vote Sampo Koski for Supreme Guardian" posters in the dead of night. He's so proud if you're able to come up with a good scam for him. He kisses you and tells you this is why he loves you so much. He also gets a kick out of hiding from the Silvermane Guards with you after one of his many pranks, having you pressed against his chest and kissing you while the guards are looking for you. If you're able to bring any chaotic ideas to the table for what pranks you could pull together, Sampo's heart is yours forever.

✧ Sparring together

Luka is a formidable fighter and he can teach you quite a few things about fighting if you want to. Of course, he goes easy on you but he'd love to teach you a few techniques and have a few playful fights. He's definitely not above distracting you with his kisses and affection before you land on the ground and he reminds you not to let your guard down like this.

✧ Riding a Motorcycle

Luka doesn't have a very high opinion of the overworld, but once the two layers of Belobog are no longer divided, he does think it's worth checking out with you. So he gets a motorcycle ready to take a drive with you. He's very thorough about making sure you're safe and he's a good driver; although the ride is definitely still adventurous with Luka. He does this at night so you can see the city lights pass you by and enjoy the atmosphere of freedom and the cool air of the night. He stops at a vantage point to look out onto the city with you and you talk about all sorts of things that are on your mind while watching the people of the overworld go about their business. Luka wants to get a meaty fast food snack for both of you. If you'd rather like to eat something with a lot of vegetables, he'll fulfill your wish but he definitely cringes at the idea of eating something like that himself. Luka is open to teach you about how to drive a motorcycle yourself as well if you don't know, having his arms wrapped around your waist and guiding you during your first few tries. He makes sure both of you wear safety gear and he thinks you look absolutely stunning in leather gear. He bonks your head when both of you wear your helmets.

✧ Stargazing

For the more quiet nights together, Luka takes you stargazing. He sets up a picnic blanket on a roof in the city and after eating dinner, the two of you lay down on it and look up at the stars. Luka knows the constellations but he's much more interested in what you see in the stars; both literally and metaphorically. These are the moments where he gets a little more sentimental and quiet, telling you about his dreams and what's in his heart. Luka is definitely a dreamer with unwavering determination and you find listening to him to be quite inspiring. You could be the most pessimistic person out there, you couldn't help but to hang onto every word he speaks, especially if he drives them home with his lips on yours. There is always that glimmer of hope in his eyes that you wish to protect with all you have and now you understand why he fights. If it were for protecting Luka's smile; you'd fight your way to the end of the world. Your boyfriend is still gazing up at the vast space above but you are already lost in his eyes instead, eventually snuggling up to him to confess to him how much he means to you and that your dream is to spend this life and all that follow by his side.

✧ Karaoke

Luka isn't the most outstanding singer out there but he thinks karaoke is fun, even if he cringes at himself sometimes during it. He's fine with doing karaoke in front of an audience or in a private room rented by just the two of you. He gets you some fun and fruity cocktails and he's done his research, learning the melody of all of your favorite songs so he can sing them with you. He definitely gets lost in the songs, especially the upbeat ones. You can't help but burst out laughing in the middle of the song.

[jukey]

Hello

Thank you so much for your great writing! If your requests are open, can I request headcanons about Isagi, Chigiri, Rin and Karasu? About how they'd act if they have a crush on reader and how they'd confess?

Have an amazing day! Thank you!

Blue Lock X Reader Headcanons

Isagi x Reader Headcanons

When Isagi develops a crush on you, he can be quite awkward when around you. He might stutter or blurt out silly things without meaning to.

Isagi is someone who likes to show his affection through actions rather than words. So, if he has a crush on you, he might try to do things to make you happy, like bringing you your favorite snacks or helping you with a project.

Isagi is a bit of a perfectionist, so he might get nervous about confessing. He'll want to make sure everything is just right and might spend a lot of time practicing what he wants to say.

When Isagi finally does confess, he'll probably be straightforward about it. He'll tell you how he feels in a clear and honest way, without any sugarcoating.

Isagi is a hard worker and very dedicated to his passions, so he might try to impress you by showing off his skills in sports or other areas. He'll want to prove that he's someone worth being with.

Isagi is a kind and supportive person, so he'll always be there for you when you need it. He'll listen to you when you need to talk and offer advice or encouragement when you're feeling down.

Chigiri x Reader Headcanons

Chigiri is a relatively reserved and serious person, but when he develops a crush, he becomes more attentive and observant of you. He'll start to notice your habits, preferences, and even your quirks.

If he's around you, Chigiri will make an effort to be near you, even if it means adjusting his schedule or routine. He'll find subtle ways to interact with you, such as offering to help with tasks or striking up a conversation about something you have in common.

When it comes to confessing his feelings, Chigiri would likely be straightforward and honest. He would not beat around the bush or play games, but instead would directly express his emotions in a sincere and respectful manner.

However, Chigiri may also be hesitant to confess his feelings if he's not sure how you feel about him. He values his relationships with others and doesn't want to risk damaging them by making things awkward or uncomfortable.

Chigiri is also a bit of a perfectionist and has high standards for himself and others. As a result, he may put pressure on himself to make sure everything is just right before confessing. He might spend time rehearsing what he wants to say, choosing the perfect moment and setting, and making sure he's dressed impeccably.

Ultimately, Chigiri is a caring and thoughtful person who would make a dedicated and loyal partner. He would be willing to listen, compromise, and work through any challenges that come up in a relationship, as long as there's mutual respect and understanding.

Rin x Reader Headcanons

Rin would be very subtle with his crush, as he's not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He would probably start by trying to spend more time with you, maybe offering to help you with something or inviting you to hang out.

Rin is a bit of a tsundere, so he might come across as a bit cold or aloof at first, even if he's secretly harboring his feelings for you. He might tease you or make sarcastic comments, but it would all be in good fun.

Rin is really good at keeping his feelings to himself, so he might not show any obvious signs that he has a crush on you. He'll just act normal around you, but maybe a little bit more attentive and interested in what you have to say.

Rin already thought for quite some time how he'd want to confess to you. He was thinking about writing you a letter or planning a romantic date, like a picnic in the park or a candlelit dinner.

When Rin finally does confess, he would probably do it in a very understated way. He might just come out and say it, or he might hint at it and wait for you to pick up on his feelings. Either way, he would be sincere and honest about his feelings.

If you reciprocate his feelings, Rin would be over the moon. He might not show it on the outside, but he would be very happy and grateful to have found someone who understands him.

If you don't feel the same way, Rin would be disappointed but he wouldn't hold it against you. He would probably just try to move on and distract himself with soccer.

Karasu x Reader Headcanons

Karasu is a playful and mischievous guy, so if he likes you, he'd probably try to show it in a fun and creative way. He might leave a little gift or a funny note for you, or plan a cool date to show how much he cares.

When he has a crush, Karasu would be playful and charming around you. He'd tease you in a friendly way and try to make you laugh, but he wouldn't be too aggressive or pushy. He'd want to build a connection with you first before making any big moves.

If Karasu wanted to confess his feelings, he'd probably try to make it a fun and memorable experience. He might plan a surprise or come up with a creative way to tell you, rather than just blurting it out.

In a relationship, Karasu would be attentive to your needs and wants, but he'd do it in a playful and fun way. He'd want to make sure you're happy and comfortable, and he'd do whatever he can to make that happen.

Overall, Karasu would be a super sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, but he'd also be playful and fun-loving. He'd want to make the relationship enjoyable for both him and you, and he wouldn't take things too seriously.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING ANON!! PRECIATE IT CUH💪💯🦅🏈🤝

requests are open bbg

this might be rushed because im writing this at night i just realised i have shcool tmr gnnnnnn

[aloeverified]

death note — neurodivergent headcanons:

lawliet: autism (asd)

when he was little, he refused to wear socks because he hated the way they seams felt on his feet. eventually watari gave up on trying to make him wear them and just had him wear shoes that didn't require them — that was until lawliet realized the benefit to not wearing shoes and just started going barefoot.

along with that, he used to never wear jeans as a child because they were too tight and uncomfortable. the same thing goes for long sleeves. this meant he typically wore sweatpants and loose tanktops until he realized he can simply start wearing oversized clothing.

sweets are his safe foods. he typically goes for small candies like m&ms when he's feeling more picky, but he generally enjoys anything ranging from cake to pastries. he also really likes milkshakes and the occasional smoothie.

since he can't read tones, he doesn't always take people's sarcasm as a joke if he's unfamiliar with them. however, that doesn't stop him from having a very sarcastic and dry sense of humor himself. unfortunately, most people don't realize he's also joking due to his monotone voice and lack of facial expressions.

lawliet struggles with empathy. he often finds it hard to sympathize with people who he feels are making a bad decisions. he values logic over emotional reasoning and gets annoyed when people don't see things the same way as him. he’s willing to make extreme decisions and take an ends-justify-the-means approach. he also doesn't see the appeal in formalities and views them as a waste of time. this can lead to him being very brunt and straight to the point, not bothering to mince his words. it often comes across as rude, especially if it's to someone he sees as being less than him.

light: obsessive compulsive disorder (ocd)

he always has to have things a very specific way. not exactly tidy — although he hates messes and being unorganized — but simply "his way." otherwise, he constantly feels off and uncomfortable.

he prefers to work alone because of this. group projects were always a nightmare for him. not only did he want his work area to be organized a specific way, but any essay or project he worked on also had to follow a specific order. along with that, he has to began his work in calculated steps or he'd grow too irritated and frustrated.

his mother quickly learned when he was younger that none of his food could touch or he wouldn't eat dinner. that, and he had to eat each section in order or he didn't feel full.

he'd end up conveniencing himself that if he didn't fill out all the questions on a test in the correct order then he'd end up failing, as well as other thing such as, "if i don't turn off the stove in this specific way, the house is gonna burn down." these thoughts never came across or irrational to him. even when he didn't always fully believe them, he still had a voice in the back of his head telling him he was wrong. therefore, he always went along with his specific order.

he'd spiral with his thoughts a lot. if he shook someone's hand after meeting them, he'd tune out their introduction and think about what their hand has touched, when the last time they washed their hand was, when he'd be able to wash his hand. it go to the point where he'd eventually just stop touching people in general, and grew annoyed when they touched him.

matt: attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (adhd)

despite ranking at number three at the orphanage, there's actually a very big gap between near and mello's intelligence compared to matt's. he's smart, definitely, but he's not actually a genius like the other two. this caused matt to feel a great divide between himself and the other two, and he tried his best to hole up in his room and study to become like them, but it ultimately left him burnt out.

after that, matt stopped applying himself and his grades began tanking. watari realized this was a result of his unmotivation and not actual stupidity, though, so he allowed matt to keep his place as third.

matt began suffering from the pressure and anxiety he felt in trying to become one of L's successors, and during one of his walks outside the orphanage, he came across a group of people offering him a cigarette to help him chill out. matt was smart enough to know it was a bad decision, but he was also depressed and decided to take it up to help calm his nerves.

matt's hyperfixations revolve around technology. after becoming obsessed with video games, he eventually decided to learn about how people code them which lead him into being interested in coding and hacking.

he's mostly unmedicated for his adhd, though he does find a way to get adderall when he feels like it. because of his, he's extremely prone to boredom and is more than likely to give up on a specific tasks to play games instead.

he's overall very aimless due to his boredom and burnt out feelings towards bettering himself. he fills his time with exciting things like drag races and drugs, but other than that he's very shut and reclusive and unlikely to let someone pull him away from his games unless they're offering something more fun to do.

he constantly is seeking out stimulation. there's always music blasting from his headphones while he games or a radio playing while he drives.

mello: autism (asd)

his tone is typically very flat, which causes confusion when people are trying to tell his emotions. along with that, he's not very expressive physically unless mad or manic.

he gets irritated very easily when people fail to understand whether or not he's being serious or not, or if they misinterpret him. he knows deep down that it's not their fault, but he hates being reminded of how he's the problem.

he constantly feels alienated from others. he was never able to make friends in the orphanage. he always started off well, but was never able to maintain connection with others. because of this, he isolates himself from just about everyone — only really keeping in contact with lawliet, near, and matt when he's older.

he's very defensive and possessive of his interests. he doesn't like when other people dislike them, but he hates when they seem to like them a lot. he's like this with friends as well, mostly when he was younger. he also got jealous when matt hung out with other kids instead of him, especially since he already struggled to keep friends so he was worried about ruining their friendship and being abandoned.

he wished he wasn't autistic when he was younger. of course, he was nervous about what other people thought about him, but his issues typically went back to him hating how difficult everything was for him — communicating, making connections, feeling like he belonged. no matter what he did, it always felt like the wrong choice; no matter where he went, he didn't belong.

unlike many other autistic people, he doesn't hate loud noises. in fact, a majority of the music he enjoys revolves around loud sounds. however, he has to be in the right mood to listen to them. he doesn't just put music on whenever, he has to want to actively listen to it in order to stand it. similarly, he can't have anything on in the background if he's trying to get work done. his surroundings are either completely silent or shaking pictures off the wall loud.

misa: (adhd)

throughout school, misa struggled with the material more than others. she had a very short attention span and often got in trouble for daydreaming instead of focusing. this is what caused her to start becoming overly insecure about her smarts and try and make up for it by being pretty and funny.

most her hyperfixations fall into stereotypical feminine traits, such as makeup and fashion.

when her fans found out she had adhd, she played into the stereotypes and just used it to make herself seem overly bubbly and dumb as she knew it would help her as an idol. however, due to this many people started regarding her as a moron with no ideas of substance, which added to her insecurities regarding her intelligence. whenever she did try to showcase herself and her ideas, she was typically laughed at and most people thought she was joking.

since japan has very strict drug laws, she's unmedicated and her symptoms are very severe; specifically her forgetfulness, excitability, fidgeting, hyperactivity, impulsivity, irritability, lack of restraint, and persistent repetition of words or actions. she's also very prone to mood swings when provoked.

near: autism (asd) & dyspraxia

her special interests are toys. she's not very picky and likes things that range from puzzles to toy robots, but she does favor dolls. she especially likes ones that come with television shows such as ever after high, equestria girls, monster high, and my little pony. she's not ashamed of her more childlike interests either, as she grew up around solely autistic people and was never made to feel embarrassed.

near has always preferred to play by herself as a child as she often felt like other people couldn't understand how exactly her little storylines played out in her head and it would be too much work explaining them when she could just play alone. she also just generally prefers not to socialize with others unless it comes down to those she is extremely close with, such as lawliet, matt, and especially mello.

she struggles a lot when it comes to social cues. she doesn't adjust her demeanor accordingly when it comes to certain situations, which makes her come across as uncaring. pair that with her inability to make eyecontact or even bother to face someone when they're talking to her, and she appears to be very uncaring most of the time.

her main stim is twirling her hair.

she has an insistence on sameness, inflexible adherence to routines, and ritualized patterns. she usually only wears all white, and is very highly organized when it comes to her personal space and belongings. all her toys are organized by what type they are and then what color. she also prefers to stick to her comfort zone and doesn't typically leave the orphanage unless it's absolutely necessary.

near is very selective when it comes to which textures she's willing to deal with. she only wears soft clothing like pajamas, and doesn't bother wearing shoes with her socks. she also typically likes warm and soft foods, such as oatmeal or rice.

she needs to feel stimulated at all times, so she typically watches something while she eats and listens to music when she's going to bed. she'll also often have one of her shows on in the background while playing with her toys or will put on fitting music for whatever adventure she's making her toys go on.

she's not very good at taking care of herself on her own, as she'll prioritize her hobbies over things like eating and showing. she's also easily stressed and unmotivated when it comes to things she doesn't like doing, and needs someone else to help her with things such as arranging doctor appointments and flights.

she also prefers to sit on the floor and crawl between spaces rather than walking around due to her dyspraxia. when she's feeling particularly weak, she uses a wheelchair and has either gevanni, lawliet, or mello push her around depending on where she is or who she's with.

[gangles-toybox]

TW: mention of pedophilia, sexual assault, rape, and proshipping and kidnapping

Spoilers for Happy Sugar Life

Ok so I just finished watching Happy Sugar Life and it was really good! I love how the show frames Satou sometimes as like a motherly figure to Shio and it almost makes you forget that not only did she kidnap her but she loves her, in the sense she is willing to kill for a child. I also love how the show does not glorify or romanticize this dilemma, which is always nice to see.

I also liked how the show shows that basically nobody other than Shio and maybe Shoko is at least morally questionable if not without morals. Example:

Satou- pedophile

Satou's teacher- pedophile + stalks Satou

Satou's 2nd job manager- pedophile

Taiyo- pedophile

Satou's aunt- pedophile + pedophile defender over Satou

Asahi- treats Taiyo very poorly(note: while this is justified from our pov, he doesn't know that Taiyo lusts over his sister, Shio)

Satou's coworker whose in love with her- Just kind of obsessive over her

Shio's dad- abusive

Shio's mom- abandoned Shio(granted, that was so she didn't hit her again after the first time but still morally questionable)

Anyways I like how in this world it's hard to find anybody who is any shade of good morality because it makes sense why some characters are the way they are.

For example, Taiyo.

Taiyo originally was an ordinary guy living an ordinary life, working along Satou. He confessed to her but she said she had already found her love[Shio]. Once she did, the manager decided to sexually assault/rape him.

As a result, he feels incredibly dirty from her perversion of his body. Unfornately, this leads him into seeking some kind of purity from the dirtiness he feels, which comes in the form of lusting after Shio, likely because kids are seen as innocent. It's just a really fucked situation with him because obviously I don't condone his actions, God to the hell no, but it's hard not to feel bad for him because I know that a lot of sexual assault victims feel dirty after being sexually assaulted. It's kind of like a Clay Puppington situation, I feel bad for the trauma they endured but that doesn't give them an excuse to pass that trauma along to an unsuspecting child, yknow?

Sorry if this is random I just wanted to talk about this show.

Also p.s

I hate people who ship Shio and Satou so much. Like I get why of course but like you're missing the point? It's a horror? It's not a romance?? The entire point is to show how fucked the situations happening are and to make you uncomfortable? It's not supposed to be "aww such a cutesty relationship between a 17 year old and an 8 year old CHILD"??(I say 8 but Shio could be a little younger/older but still) It's like the same situation with killing stalking(I haven't read it but I have heard about it).

But yea this is kind out of left field I know but I don't know the situation with Taiyo really left me curious, especially since it's hard to watch hin get triggers from his trauma(ex: an older woman touched his shoulder and he got flashbacks) to the juxtaposition of him lusting after a child. And it doesn't help him that Satou's aunt later did the same thing to him.

[miras-ash]

Chapter 12 of "Just as the stars love the night"

Mira's pov

The days went by sluggishly. I spent every free minute at Eliza's side in the hospital, she had come through as predicted but was still far from being out of the woods. Her injuries healed very slowly, she had to be operated two more times and even if she was treated by the best of the best it didn't make it easier. But the worst thing was to see how she suffered from it, there was hardly anything left of the once so strong woman, she tried to hide it but did not always succeed. She had become very jumpy and fearful, cried a lot and often had nightmares. Deimos had done a great job. He put her through hell and she paid the price. Eliza was always strong and willing to take risks but I was afraid that this time it would've cost her more than just a few bruises. A long and hard road lay ahead of her but this time I was by her side, we would get through this together.

We lay in her bed in the hospital room, she snuggled in my arms and slept a little because she hardly could at night, thanks to her nightmares. I gently stroked her side, careful not to touch her injuries, hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do. Besides, I was careful not to touch her belly with every movement, not because it made me uncomfortable, but rather because we had not yet spoken a word about this situation and even if I would never admit it, it burdened me not to imagine how she had to struggle with it. The only thing I knew was that she had no choice, the pregnancy was already too far advanced to terminate it, not to mention the internal injuries that would have made it impossible anyway, so either way it was an unfair situation. Another reason to hunt this bastard down and make him suffer.

Lately I tried to reduce my revenge fantasies a bit, the most important thing was Eliza's recovery and simply her. At the thought I pressed her a little tighter against me and strengthened my grip which resulted in her waking up. She yawned, stretched and sat up.

"I'm sorry Mi Amor. I didn't mean to wake you."

Still slightly disoriented, she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, I can't sleep all day. I need to get a handle on this soon and pull myself together."

Her voice sounded rather dismissive. She was too hard on herself, partly we had to slow her down as far as that was concerned. However, it showed that the old Ash was still in there, just hiding and maybe a little more scared than before.

Eliza must have seen my look because she raised her brows and pressed her lips together.

"Don't say anything now. You know what I mean, I'm not in the mood for a sermon."

I playfully raised my hands in the air in surrender and put on an innocent face, which resulted in Liz rolling her eyes, but throwing me a kiss.

Towards evening there was a knock on the door and Hibana entered, bringing something to eat for us as she did every day. We talked briefly, then she left to put Maho to bed. She, Jordan and some others had decided to stay at the Nighthaven base for the time being, simply because it was safer here and we were stronger together. So far everyone was getting along, even Ela and Zofia. I hoped this positive environment and working together would give us an advantage.

Together we ate our fried fish with rice, Eliza practically inhaling her portion before eyeing mine awkwardly. I pushed my plate over to her and watched her amusedly while she devoured the second portion in no time, only to have another chocolate pudding afterwards. Afterwards I helped her to get ready for bed and together we lay down. I held her tightly in my arms, rested my head on her chest and closed my eyes, shortly after I fell asleep.

Suddenly I was torn out of my sleep and at first I thought Eliza had another nightmare but I was wrong. She held one hand in front of her mouth and with the other she shook my shoulder. Immediately I realized what was going on, helped her out of bed and supported her on the way to the bathroom. We barely made it to the shower where she threw up on the spot, between her retching she kept straining to catch her breath. I held her hair and gently stroked her back. After a few minutes the spook was over. After I had helped her to wash herself, I put her back in her bed and sat down with her.

Doc whom I had contacted earlier by pager, now came by and started to check Eliza only to give the all-clear, apparently Liz had eaten too much and too fast. Apart from the fact that her stomach was still not used to such large amounts, her circumstance made it even more difficult. She was still very pale but apart from a bucket and a glass of water there was nothing more we could do, everything that wanted to get out just had to get out.

Gustave said goodbye with the information that he would be on call at any time should there be anything else. We owed him a lot.

"My stomach feels like it's going to explode at any moment."

Eliza contorted her face into a pained grimace.

Concerned i looked at her.

"Is there anything I can do? Don't you think I should call Doc again and see if maybe he can give you something?"

She shook her head defeatedly and groaned.

"No it's okay, I.... Ouch, hey don't do that. I'm already not feeling so great right now."

Perplexed I looked at her. What did she mean, how could I have hurt her?

She looked at me from the side for a moment, took my hand and hesitated for a moment, then put it on her belly and exhaled slowly. I realized what she had meant. On my palm I could feel it as if something or rather someone was pressing against her abdominal wall from the inside.

"She always does that when I've eaten too much, probably taking up space. It's just very unfortunate when it already hurts and then further pressure builds up."

Eliza smiled but her eyes had that sad look she's had a lot lately.

"She?"

It was crazy but it was the first question I had. It was still too surreal to even think about it but at the same time it was absurd not to.

"Yes, she. Doc could see it clearly at the last checkup a few days ago. I wanted to tell you earlier but I didn't know when or how. We've never talked about it before. Oh Lena my darling, I am so sorry. I know this is not how you imagined it."

I grabbed her hands and sought her gaze.

"Hey, don't apologize. For nothing here. You're not to blame, okay? Don't even dream of blaming yourself."

Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her face while she hung her head.

"I'm just so fucking scared."

Astonishment spread through me, what was she afraid of?

Gently I wiped away her tears and let her continue talking.

"I just got you back after all, I don't know if I can handle losing you again."

Now she was crying like a waterfall, her eyes were all red, loud sobs escaped her throat and she clung to me.

So that's where the wind was blowing from. My wonderful Liz, why should I leave her? Because she carried a baby inside her which wasn't even her decision?

I took her face in my hands and forced her to look directly at me.

"Eliza, my lioness, my heart. I will always be by your side, from today until the end of our days and even beyond, whatever may come. Do you understand?"

Her eyes widened but she nodded and hugged me to her again.

Never would I leave her, rather I would set the world on fire.

[pirengo]

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[garybrower]

7 Things To Consider When Choosing A Barbershop

Choosing the professional barbers shop can be difficult. There are countless options, and all of them promise to do an amazing job with your hair. To make sure you get the results you want, it’s important to know what you’re looking for when it comes to your barbershop experience. So whether you’re looking for cleanliness or customer service this article will discuss a few things to consider when choosing your barbershop, so you can be sure to choose one that fits you perfectly! 1. Location is key Haircut aesthetics aside, where your barbershop is located is important. If you’re looking for convenience, make sure your barbershop is located near where you work or live and has ample parking for clients. You may also consider one that is located near places you frequently visit to save yourself time. If there are multiple shops within close proximity to each other, be wary of price-gouging. Some shops will charge exorbitant prices just because they know you have little recourse if their prices are too high relative to others—and also because they know desperate people are willing to pay anything. Shop around until you find one whose rates are reasonable given their location and customer base. 2. Barber's Personality and Skills Try to choose a barber with a good personality and has the skills for the services being offered. Choose a barber with a personality that makes you feel comfortable. You don't want your barber to make you nervous, uncomfortable or unsure about what he is doing. Instead, make sure you like his/her personality and his/her attitude towards what he does. After all you are paying money, at least enjoy the experience Barbering is an art form, one that you don’t want to leave in an amateur’s hands. Since barbering requires a lot of skill, it’s important to find a barber who can provide you with clean cuts and good conversation. Ask friends for recommendations, check out photos of their work online, and browse reviews before making an appointment. These days, barbershops often offer various services such as facials or massages - just make sure they're highly skilled in all areas! Also make sure they use quality products: Not all hair products are created equal. In fact, many drugstore brands aren’t even close. So if your barber shop has been around for any length of time at all, chances are they use high-quality products from. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be paying more than 30 pounds, but it does give you some idea about how professional their approach is. 3. Get recommendations from friends It’s hard to beat word-of-mouth when it comes to finding a barber you can trust. Ask your friends who they go to and why. Your peers may be able to tell you about an amazing new shop that just opened in town, or help steer you away from one where employees aren’t properly trained. People want people who are good at what they do, so use that fact in your favour when looking for a barber. You won’t regret it! Barbers tend to have different specialities, depending on their education level. For example, some specialise in cutting hair while others specialise in beard trimming only. Others focus on other aspects of men's grooming like face shaves, headshave or straight razor shaves. You should consider what kind of barbering experience you're looking for before choosing one because there are many options out there. 4. Barber Shop Atmosphere If you’re paying for a haircut, you should be able to enjoy yourself. If your barber shop is dirty and unkempt, you probably won’t want to go back. You may also consider whether or not it has any modern amenities such as Wi-Fi or an iPhone docking station. By looking at these little details, you’ll get a better sense of how well-run a shop is and how professional its owner is. In short: no clutter = good. 5. What else do they offer One of the most important things to think about when choosing a barbershop is whether or not they offer more than just haircuts. Most shops, for example, also offer beard trims and shaves; others might provide shoe shines or manicures. Also, consider asking a few questions before making an appointment: do you offer women’s haircuts? Is tip included? What days do you take walk-ins? For answers to all these questions and more, call ahead. If possible, schedule a consultation before going in to make sure that their style fits yours. 6. Do they have an active presence in the community Hair stylists and barbers often volunteer their time to a variety of causes throughout their community. Look for a shop with an active presence in your city. While you might not have been aware of what goes on at your local shop, these smaller contributions can mean a lot when they come from someone you’re supporting regularly. Some shops go above and beyond, think about finding a place that engages in regular outreach to help strengthen its reputation in your neighbourhood. By giving back frequently, any barber shop will become even more dedicated to serving their customers well. The more connected a business is to others, especially those around them, it makes sense that people would want to do business there too. You also get a better idea of how friendly and caring the staff is—important qualities for keeping customers coming back! 7. Reviews and stars on Google and Yelp If you’re not sure what barber you want, or if you’re shopping around for one in your area, look for shops with ratings. A shop with an overall rating of five stars is likely one that’s popular and/or well-reviewed among other customers. However, online reviews can sometimes be misleading (I know—because I write them), so make sure you read carefully and take any comment left by a customer with a grain of salt. Also one bad experience may not reflect how an entire barbershop operates. Consider asking around about barbershops in your area - especially ones that aren't chains! Your family, friends or co-workers may have already had an amazing experience with another place nearby - ask them where they go! This will likely give you even more insight.

[myherofanfictionacademy]

Omegaverse Headcanons

Gender Neutral reader

Bakugo:

Bakugo’s scent is a mixture of cinnamon and caramel, with just a little bit of smokiness.

He’s more aggressive when his primal instincts take over, especially when it’s over an omega.

Many betas and other alphas try to court him, but he only sees himself being with an omega. He prefers their sweetness.

He has a hard time finding someone to court since most omegas get overwhelmed by his aggressiveness.

When Bakugo finally comes across you, it surprises him that you simply laugh at his behavior, even going as far as offering him some sweets.

He thinks he’s smooth when it comes to secretly scenting you, trying to lure you into his trap of falling for him.

You just think it’s silly, but let him think that it’s working, eventually starting a courtship with him.

Bakugo gladly accepts the bracelet, and makes you a necklace in return.

Kirishima:

Kirishima’s scent is crisp apple, and a little earthy.

He’s not aggressive at all, unless someone is making an omega uncomfortable, or hurting them in some way.

When Kirishima sees how uncomfortable you are as an alpha tries to force you to accept a courting gift, he jumps in to help you.

The way you looked up at him with awe and profusely thanked him made his heart skip a few beats.

Kirishima knew that he wanted to court you, but he wanted to start out by simply getting to know you.

You felt extremely safe around him, so you were always found right by his side.

He is the one to make the first move in starting a courtship, gifting you a sculpture made from rock.

You give him a watch that you had made with the help of your grandfather.

Denki:

Denki’s scent is fruity, and the smell of rain.

He’s not aggressive unless he gets taunted too much.

He isn’t very good at interacting with omegas as they made his instincts go into hyperdrive.

Denki is surprised when he finds out that you are an omega as you make him feel more calm than alert for your safety.

He did like it though, so he was quick in coming up with a plan to court you.

Denki watches closely to find out your likes and dislikes, leading him to give you a giant stuffed animal he made and scented.

You accept it and gift him with a charm that you made of one of his favorite characters.

Midoriya:

Midoriya’s scent is strawberry.

He is very good at staying calm, unless he sees someone in trouble/distress, which causes his instincts to come out more.

He bumps into a child while on patrol, only to find you, her babysitter, a few minutes later.

With the girl falling asleep in his arms, you ask Midoriya if he can carry her home, since she’s finally asleep after hours of you trying to get her to nap.

After that, Midoriya finds himself spending time with you, his inner alpha going crazy to court you.

He courts you by writing a letter, since it’s easier for him to get everything out on paper rather than saying it.

You give him a bracelet that has some charms of All Might on it.

Todoroki:

Todoroki’s scent is sweet and lemony.

Nothing really aggravates him, but he won’t hesitate to defend someone, especially when they can’t defend themselves.

There are plenty of people, alphas, betas, and omegas, who try to court him, but he just isn’t interested in them. He wants to experience real love.

When you enter Todoroki's life, you’re just another person in his friend group, but over time he feels something change.

He begins to feel the need to be around you more, and have more of your comforting touch, especially when you play with his hair.

When you write him a letter as a courting gift, he accepts it, giving you a special stone somehow made of fire and ice.

Tamaki:

Tamaki’s scent is blueberry.

He is not aggressive at all, unless he absolutely has to be.

No one seems to find any interest in him due to his timid nature, so he loses hope of ever finding someone to court.

You change that when you pick him, out of everyone, to be partners during a project.

Tamaki clings to you whenever he feels nervous, but you don’t mind at all, even making yourself available whenever he needs to go somewhere with a large crowd.

You know you’ll have to start the courting process, so you make an octopus charm for him.

He accepts it, and, although he feels like he might pass out from happiness, he manages to make you an octopus plush.

Hawks:

Hawk’s scent is the natural outdoors smell, and rain.

He can be very aggressive, but keeps a level head most of the time.

A lot of alphas throw themselves at Hawks, but he denies to start a courtship with any of them.

He ends up having to catch you during a villain attack since he accidentally causes you to get thrown off of a roof.

Unlike the typical reaction that he usually gets, you hit him for causing the accident to happen in the first place.

After that, Hawks constantly bugs you, in which he gets the same result of you ignoring him, but he just can’t stay away.

After some time, he gives you a necklace as a courting gift.

To his surprise, you accept and give him a drawing you made of him.

Aizawa:

Aizawa’s scent is Lavender.

He is good at hiding his aggressive nature, but it still comes out every once in a while.

He has known that a new nurse would be joining UA, but he never expected it to impact him.

When you entered the office to help patch him up, he became uncharacteristically flustered, causing a slight blush on his cheeks.

He would often visit your office to spend time with you, and to scent you so that others would know to stay away.

He wants to wait for you to court him.

When you approach him with a cat plushy for him to scent for you, he is more than willing to do so.

Aizawa, in return, gives you a ring.

Dabi:

Dabi’s scent smells like a campfire.

He doesn’t even try to hide his aggression, causing omegas to steer clear of him.

When he is walking down an alleyway, Dabi bumps into you.

He attempts to rob you, in which you simply move around him, and when he goes for his gun it is now in your hands.

You smile at him before throwing it back to him, making a snide remark.

Dabi can’t believe you’re an omega, but he finds himself drawn towards you nonetheless.

There are no courting gifts. It’s just an unspoken fact that you are his and he is yours, so there’s no need for any material things when there are plenty of emotions.

[dj-simp]

🎤Freddy and Monty x Yandere! Reader 🐊

Requested by: Anon

Reader is gender neutral and is referred as “you.” Freddy and Monty go by he/him. Freddy and Monty are both in a relationship!

CW - Yandere, unrequited love, implied murder/violence, mind control(?), unhealthy and toxic relationships. Please don’t read if you find any of this stuff uncomfortable!

⭐️ Freddy is the first to notice your infatuation with him and Monty. It goes unnoticed by Monty for a while. The two animatronics view you as just another fan.

⭐️ Your obsession starts becoming increasingly more obvious. Every merch of them has been obtained by you. Every shirt, plushie, sweater, EVERYTHING. Doesn’t matter if it’s limited edition or aimed towards children, you’re always the first to get your hands on it. And you make sure everyone else knows that you’re their biggest fan.

⭐️ Monty’s willing to admit that he thinks you’re adorable. Giggling and shyly playing with the hem of your shirt when you’re in his presence. Blushing hard when he sends you a wink and grin. He enjoys seeing your reactions. And you know he loves you too.

⭐️ Freddy finds you a pleasant fan to be around. The sparkling gleam in your eyes when he calls you a Superstar. A big, sweet smile shows up while you join other fans to crowd around him. He doesn’t know why, but it’s different from the others he’s seen. And you know he sees you as his favorite.

⭐️ They notice that you’ve been showing up to the Pizzaplex often. Somehow, you always cross their paths. Monty sees you playing golf and waving him over, maybe even asking for a bit of assistance. Freddy always has you on his Fazer Blast team, strangely the first one to join. Could it be a coincidence? It’s harder to tell when you eventually become an employee…

⭐️ You do your best to help your darlings with anything! Wiping any grime that may have gotten onto Freddy, tuning Monty’s bass without him asking… It all starts as a simple act of kindness, but they’re beginning to realize it’s more than just that. They know you’re a little.. obsessed.

⭐️ Freddy confronts you with Monty by his side, doing his best to let you down gently as possible. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but your actions are becoming concerning. “I’m sorry Superstar.. but I don’t think there can be a relationship between the three of us.” It’s painful seeing your smile drop as despair washes over your face. “But I’m sure you’ll find someone who’ll love you just as much as you loved us.”

⭐️ You disappear. Kind of. There’s distance between you and the two animatronics. They don’t see your face among crowds of excited fans. But it’s for the best. The love you had for them wasn’t pure, just obsessive.

⭐️ But a few other people began disappearing as well. Frequent fans stop showing up, no longer appearing at their shows, Fazer Blast, or Gator Golf. Employees that they’ve befriended either suddenly quit or had an accident resulting in them being unable to work. They never knew how or why it happened. It just… did.

⭐️ Monty gets sent down to Parts & Service to get his claws replaced. They were beginning to get dull. As he laid motionless, your face came into view. The gator was surprised to see you after so long. To be honest, he thought you quit. “…It’s nice to see ya again, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name made the corners of your mouth turn up. He still loves you, despite what Freddy said. They both love you.

⭐️ Doesn’t take long for him to realize that you’re doing just more than changing his claws. What were you doing to him?!

⭐️ The giggles he once found adorable were now unsettling. He detected something in his systems, forcing his mind to change. The process felt agonizing. Everything that made Monty him was being torn apart and rewritten. Before he lost consciousness, he heard you whisper, “Good night, darling~! I’ll see you when you wake up…”

⭐️ It was soon Freddy’s turn, his voice box wasn’t working as it should be. He immediately knew something was off with you. A cruel grin was stretched across your face as a dark look clouded your eyes. But his programming didn’t allow him to turn away. Unless he sees you doing something malicious, there’s nothing to report. And soon, Freddy goes through the same process as Monty. And he wished he ran away from you.

⭐️ The two animatronics clung to you, telling you how much they love you. How you’re their special fan, their number one, their darling. They loved you, and you loved them. All they needed was a little realization that the three of you were meant to be.

[animeyanderelover]

9/25. I love how she has the same VA as Yumeko from Kakegurui and Shinobu from Demon Slayer. It fits so well.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, protective behavior, stalking, guilt-tripping

Yandere Hiiragi Shinoa Hc’s

🟪Even with her cheerful personality, Shinoa is a lonely girl. Mahiru was the only person she viewed as a friend and after her death, the young girl stopped trying to form bonds and lost faith in others until her Squad came along. Believe it or not, she’d actually like to remain detached from her darling as the type to know of their own wrong obsession. Her romantic feelings are locked away inside of her, she is reserved about them and in normal interactions with you it is hard to tell. Shinoa might come of as a bit insulting and blunt with her choice of words, she attempts to push you initially away from her. She is terrified to get attached only to be disappointed in the end, her obsession disturbs her and she worries that her demon will take control of her if she loses herself too much in those emotions.

🟪Her wanting to push you away is a direct result from her protective paranoia as well. She is leading a Squad and has by now become terribly aware that one tiny mistake can lead to the death of one of her comrades and she fears that you might be the one to pay the price for her stupid mistake. Shinoa herself is still uncertain of her feelings and doesn’t really want to act on th before she has worked out everything either. The lady is a stalker though because whilst she avoids you quite a bit, when her mind is too filled with you or she feels stressed out she finds your presence soothing.

🟪Whilst she is uncertain how she should feel and act with her growing infatuation, Shinoa is very sure that the way some people act so affectionate with you or the other way around annoys her. She possesses a very sarcastic attitude with a dry humor. Her remarks and comments she gives people you’re close to are not only teasing but also very apathetic so that they sound like an insult. She keeps up her joyous facade all whilst feeling delightful about putting the culprit of her jealousy in a uncomfortable situation. She’s like a hunter waiting for a weak spot to show in the other person and as soon as she finds one, she’ll attack. Don’t underestimate her manipulative side either. With occasional remarks she intends to push you away from certain people or heed her advices.

🟪Her attitude and sometimes downright rude and sadistic remarks should be enough to scare away most she does not want near her s/o. Mostly for jealous and possessive reasons than protective ones since she becomes, against her better judgment, with time very attached to her darling. Behind that cheery and facetious part of her is a insecure girl with high expectations on herself after all, the sister of a genius she knows she can never become. Her insecurities aside, Shinoa actually transform into a little menace when your well-being and your life are in danger. She can be all too terribly apathetic against anyone that poses a threat to you and it’s only all that worse since she tends to keep that grin on her face. A grin that does not reach her eyes.

🟪She lives alone in her apartment and I do not really see her as someone who would kidnap her darling. Whilst she does grow more and more neutral to the fact that she’s obsessed with you and is willing to threaten others, a part of her can still not accept everything. She holds herself back since she also knows that it’s from a strategic point of view not the best option. Her apartment is already quite a mess so she doesn’t know how she could possibly afford to take care of you as an addition. She’s sure you’d try to escape her, if people find you locked away in her apartment she’ll be in huge troubles and she couldn’t even watch over you properly. She has missions to do. As the sly snake she is, Shinoa relies once again on her manipulative side.

🟪For such a small girl, she is quite the little catastrophe. Her manipulative side is by far the scariest thing about her, combined with her apathetic and sarcastic attitude. Her family is rich so she would be able to pull quite a few strings yet she rarely uses her family name against you. She doesn’t want to rely on her family’s power too much. Shinoa broods a long time whether or not she wants to really confess her feelings or not but is jealous enough to shoo possible competition away as fast as possible. She steps out of her comfort zone the day she confesses to you. She takes delight in teasing her lover a lot and if she knows that they are a bit shy about something in the relationship, she is sure to embarrass them by doing exactly that. Just enough to make you a bit uncomfortable, she doesn’t want to overdo it.

[highlifeboat]

*knocks on your door, cap in hand* Hate to bother you sir, but would you perhaps have some Maid!Mia headcanons or drabbled thoughts to share? It's been a harsh winter, you see. If not, I shall simply bid you good day and depart so as not to further sully your doorstep.

I can provide a couple of Maid!Mia Headcanons. Perhaps some drabbled thoughts later in the day when I'm off work. Come listen to my madman's ramblings.

Mia keeps Rose with her as much as she possibly can. She even made a little makeshift baby sling to carry Rose around in, and while the other maids argue that’s probably more likely to get one of them hurt, it isn’t like Mia has much of a choice.

Daniela is the only one of the girls that will bug Mia about wanting to hold Rose, because she’s never seen a human baby before and thinks Rose is, quote, “An adorable little ham.”

Obviously, Mia has not let Daniela hold Rose for several reasons.

Between Rose, dealing with the Grand Chambermaid, and trying not to be killed and eaten, Mia’s incredibly, and constantly, exhausted.

Max is the only other person Mia would actually trust to look after Rose, because he’s the only one that’s really shown to be willing and able to do it.

Because of this, they actually get to be pretty good friends.

What she doesn’t know (yet) is Max “hangs out” with Daniela quite a bit and is probably part of the reason Daniela bugs her about Rose so much. 

As much as Mia might be… uncomfortable around the Dimitrescu’s, she’d argue she isn’t really scared of them. Except, maybe Cassandra.

Like, they’re horrible cannibal women for sure, and maybe some of them are a little unhinged, but they’re not the worst living situation she’s been in over the years (or even the last few months). At least she gets real food here.

She’s still having a hard time gauging Alcina’s personality, but Mia does have to admit the woman treats her staff better than one might assume.

She DOES know Alcina is absolutely soft for Rose, though. Which is probably part of the reason both her and Mia are even alive still.

Rose might also be the reason Mia mainly seems to work under Alcina, rather than getting cycled around like most of the other maids seem to get. As a way for Alcina to keep an eye on them.

Mia really doesn’t mind. It means most of her days are fairly quiet and just filled with simple cleaning tasks or fetching wine.

And also watching the girls burst in to bug (pun intended) their mother about something and seeing them just be a relatively normal (murder) family.

She refuses to acknowledge she finds it kind of adorable.

Surprisingly, there was only one time (so far) that Mia had tripped/slipped/fallen off one of the castle's old ladders.

Yes, Alcina caught her (for Rose’s sake, most likely)

And yes, Mia was desperate to not stare at the pair of boobs that were literally inches from her face.

And double yes, Mia still thinks about it. In several different ways.

She refuses to believe this is because she actually likes Alcina, and not a result of her just being... horny and desperate for passionate hugging.

[notanotherreidgirl]

Ruin Me

Summary: Spencer has been very needy and bratty so Reader teaches him a lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, handjob, edging, degradation, exhibitionism/public sex, ruined orgasm, mommy kink

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I combined this request with this one. This is part of the Mommy Kink Collection

You were gripping your wine glass in your hand so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t shatter. Saying you were mad was an understatement. Furious would be more accurate or maybe livid. Spencer would have a thesaurus full of descriptors for your current mood but if anyone asked you would settle for pissed. 

You were absolutely pissed and it was taking everything in you not to grab Spencer and drag him out the door. But you were in Strauss’ home in heels with half the department milling about talking about recent cases and budget cuts so you plastered on a smile and did your best to make small talk. Spencer popped another hor d’oeuvre in his mouth and shot you a cheeky smile from across the room, turning back to the gaggle of female agents fawning over him. 

He was trying to get back at you for denying him all day. He had been insatiable - constantly touching your arm, your waist, your hand. When you left the BAU he had slipped into the elevator behind you, pulling you in close enough to feel his prominent arousal. But you were resolute in your denial, pointing out that you were already running late and reminding him of how Hotch had reacted the last time you had skipped a departmental mixer. 

But he wouldn’t stop. Trying to get in the shower with you, pawing at you while you got undressed, kissing you while you put on makeup (nearly ruining your eyeliner), and whining when you pulled his coat on and ushered him out the door. But Spencer, ever the magician, had a few tricks up his sleeve. As soon as you pulled in he produced his glasses from his jacket pocket, smirking a bit as he put them on and slid out the car. Those stupid, beautiful glasses that perfectly framed his doe eyes and turned your brain to mush. Strike 1

To make matters worse he stayed away from you for the entire party, suddenly becoming a social butterfly and talking up every impressionable agent in his vicinity. He regaled them with stories of cases, filled their drinks for them, stood much too close for comfort. He was even doing magic tricks for god’s sake!

Nonetheless you kept your cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. That was until one of them reached up and plucked his glasses from his face and put them on, striking a little pose and smiling up at him. His eyes darted over to you, knowing this was a step too far but he made no move to take them back. You held his gaze as you set your glass down and made your way to him. Despite his trepidation, you could make out the triumphant look in his eyes. The look that meant his plan had succeeded. Strike 2

You grabbed his arm harshly, pulling him to you and practically snatching the glasses from the poor agent’s face and tossing them in your purse. “I think Dr. Reid has forgotten something”

He stumbled a little. “Um I-I don’t think I forgot anything”

But you were already hauling him into an empty room and closing the door behind your back. “Really? Because it seems to me that you’ve forgotten who you belong to”

“And who’s fault is that?” he clamped his mouth shut as soon as he said it. Strike 3

You stalked forwards, forcing him to back up against a desk. “Watch yourself, baby. I will fuck that attitude right out of you” 

You expected him to launch into one of his well-practiced apologies but he only bit his lip, holding your gaze. It seemed your boy was committed to being a brat tonight. You gave him a sly, indecipherable smile as your hand drifted downwards. He whined, desperate to relieve the tightness in his pants and the ragged sigh he let out when you freed him lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. “Is this what you want? For me to stroke your little cock with the Director of the FBI in the other room?”

“Y-yes, Mommy. I want you so much. Wanted you all day” he squeezed his eyes shut, barely stifling the soft moans slipping out from his throat. There was no trace of his earlier arrogance in his voice now, just the desperate pleas of an exceptionally disobedient little boy. His hips bucked into your hand in anticipation of his growing release but you withdrew your hand at the last moment. He let out a low whine as his orgasm was extinguished. “No, no, no. Mommy please. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to be bad. I promise I’ll never do it again just please let me cum”

You pretended to consider his offer, tilting your head to the side. “Hmmm, you promise?”

He nodded his head emphatically. “I promise, Mommy!”

You grasped him once again, collecting the precum that gathered at the head and spreading it down his length. He threw his head back, knowing that his release would be doubly powerful as a result of your earlier denial. You pumped him faster bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he started to tremble underneath you. Then without warning you pulled away.

For an agonizing second, Spencer thought he had been denied once again but then reflex took over. The electricity running down his spine petered out at the very end for an inadequate finish, leaving him deeply unsatisfied and feeling completely wrong. His cock spasmed pathetically, devoid of any stimulation, and a weak stream of thick cum leaked out. His mouth fell open soundlessly, a whimper caught in the back of his throat. He was still hard. If anything his erection demanded more attention than before but he didn’t dare touch it, knowing that he was much too sensitive.

“You said I could come” His voice was thick with emotion. A spark of pity ignited in your chest but you were quick to recall the image of Spencer flirting with those agents earlier, effectively squelching any possibility of mercy. 

“And you did, didn’t you?” It wasn’t the same. You knew it wasn’t but you gestured to the cum on his boxers all the same. He wanted to protest further but he wasn’t willing to risk more punishment. Instead he watched wordlessly, wincing slightly as you tucked him into his pants and pulled him to his feet. He shifted uncomfortably, already feeling the cum soak his underwear and begin to run down his leg. He looked at you, face etched with worry. “Are we going home now?”

“Nope. Mommy’s got work to do.” Your earlier anger had prevented you from doing any networking but that wasn’t a problem anymore. You fished his glasses from your purse and slipped them back on his face. “Do you think you can be a good boy for me now?”

He glanced down at his pants and nervously twisted his hands together. His mind whirred, calculating how long it would take until his situation became noticeable while trying to deduce how long you were planning on making him walk around a house full of profilers and skilled FBI agents with his boxers full of cum. “Yes, I can be good”

“That’s what I like to hear”

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