#and he thinks on his feet which is very difficult to do especially in dangerous situations

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I AM LIVING FOR YOUR SLASHER HEADCANONS, esp the last post!! but i have a question: what do you think michael would do if the next time he wants to fuck, they’re like “nope, don’t want to, you didn’t make me cum” and is generally just provoking him and saying shit like “i can just find someone that CAN satisfy me” and other dumb shit. would he not care?? get jealous? knife through the door?? so many possibilities

Thank you thank you!!! <3

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐹𝑜𝓇

Featuring: Michael Myers

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, general nsfw things, mdni, i got carried away, unedited because I didn't think i'd write this much

As for your question(s):

I think it definitely depends on how long you've known him. The only way he'd give a flying fuck about what you think is if he was down bad. Especially if we're talking about the OG Michael. RZ Michael is easier to convince to actually give a shit what you want in bed, but it's still not a priority for him. Still, there are certain personality traits you can exploit to get what you want. . .

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When you first brought up that you were unsatisfied in bed, it was a very soft comment after he was done and zipping his jumpsuit back up.

"I didn't even cum. . ." you mumbled, staring at your bare abdomen and leaking cunt. It was all him. You didn't even have the chance to pleasure yourself; it was too difficult with him constantly flipping you over and manhandling you. Your body was sore and bruised, but you laid there, discontent.

You moved your gaze to look at his masked face. Judging by the way he stopped his movements, he'd heard you. You bit your lip, turning your eyes away and down to your hands which fiddled with each other. You knew he didn't care, but it would be nice if he did.

"Just get out, okay?" you spoke, embarrassed and a little angry. "I'll just get myself off since you can't seem to do it."

Your tone had him walking around to the side of the bed, grabbing his discarded knife from the nightstand. You flinched, but didn't bother to run. If he wanted to kill you, he would have already.

Just as you figured, he turned back around, trudging out of your bedroom with the blade in his grip. You rolled your eyes. You were half tempted to call up and old friend of yours for a night, but realized that might end in bloodshed. Michael was much too possessive for that.

Suddenly, an idea crossed your mind. You knew Michael was selfish, but he also always had something to prove. He wanted to, no, needed to be the best at everything. Nobody could escape, outrun, or hide from him, and he knew that. So what if. . .

It was a few days later when he came back, heavy footsteps on your porch alerting you. Still, you pretended not to notice, phone up to your ear as you chatted. You were leaned against the kitchen counter, occasionally popping some popcorn into your mouth.

The door to your house creaked open before shutting again. You paid no mind.

"Go out? Ha," you spoke, fingers moving around a stray popcorn kernel absentmindedly. "If I want to get drunk, I'll do it in my own home, thank you very much."

At this point, he was looming in the kitchen doorway, but you didn't even bother with a glance.

"Oh, go out to meet someone, huh? Yeah, I guess that would be nice. . . I mean sure, there's a guy that stops by, but I'd be lying if I said I was satisfied." You leaned against your fridge, his massive form still lingering just a few feet away.

"It's just. . . other people I've been with have gotten me off four, five times a night, but this guy? Not once. Yeah. You heard me. Not once."

You made sure to emphasize that last phrase. You knew the dangerous game you were playing, but you didn't care. "Talk to him? Girl, I've tried. He's like a brick wall. Doesn't even say goodbye. As soon as he's done he's out the door. Rude? Tell me about it. Sure, I've had better, but he always keeps crawling back looking like a kicked puppy. I just kind of feel sorry for him."

You didn't have time to speak again before the phone was ripped from your grasp and tossed carelessly across the kitchen, plastic pieces shattering across the tile.

One hand wrapped around your throat while the other rested just beside your head, almost denting your poor fridge with the force. The choke was painful but not deadly, and you locked eyes with the culprit, staring intently.

He pulled you against him before slamming you back against the fridge, and you winced at the sudden force. "What's wrong with you?" you sputtered out, your hands trying to fight the grip on your throat.

He glanced at the destroyed phone, and you had to stifle a smirk from appearing on your lips.

With another slam, he finally released his hand from your neck, and you took in a few shaky breaths. Still, he loomed close enough to leave you pressed against him.

"You're angry," you spoke, rubbing the marks forming on your neck. "I assumed Michael Myers never got angry."

He looked to the shattered telephone again before looking back at you. He wanted an explanation.

"What do you want me to say? It's true. And I'm pissed about it. All you ever do is use me then leave. I haven't had a proper orgasm in weeks!" You pushed your hands against his chest angrily, but he didn't budge. "I know you're not a good man, but it still isn't fair. I can't even call anyone because you'll have a knife through their neck before they can get their pants off."

He let out a breath, both hands finding purchase on your hips. "Now's not the time," you huffed, moving to push his hands away. His grip tightened. You headbutted his chest, forehead resting against the rough material of his jumpsuit. How could he be raring to go at a time like this? "Unless you've got anything planned for me tonight, I'm not interested."

He didn't falter. You looked back up to try and read his face through his mask. It did not work. You could tell he was. . . different than usual, but he was probably still pissed off from your words over the phone.

His fingers nestled behind the waistband of your shorts, and in one fell swoop they dropped to the floor. You stayed silent. He never had the decency to take your clothes off. It was always ripped or sliced, and there was never any time taken. Hell, he'd never taken your shorts off without your underwear going with.

You stifled a laugh. Was he actually. . . trying?

He slid a knee between your thighs, pinning you. One hand explored your upper half, sliding under your shirt until he hit your bra. His other hand travelled downwards, slipping underneath your panties. You felt a rough digit slide against your clit and let out a sudden breath. Quickly, he backtracked, moving back up until he found that same spot.

You had to bite your lip to prevent a gasp from leaving it. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been stimulated there. It was suddenly all too-sensitive.

Two fingers caught the small nub, and you had to grip his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling. The digits toyed with it, squeezing and brushing like he was testing something. Your forehead pressed against his chest as heavy breaths left you.

One hand worked at massaging your chest, running a thumb against your nipple, while the other played with your clit harshly. You didn't expect him to be gentle in the slightest, but it still had you shimmying your hips in discomfort. It's not that you weren't aroused, and in fact, you were all too turned on. He'd never shown any interest in any part of you besides your cunt and mouth, and even then it was only to slide his dick into. This? This was all new. This feeling of rough hands overtaking your body, touching your skin, pleasuring you for the first time. . .

You pushed your hips forwards, trying to gain friction. With any luck, you could actually get off tonight.

Suddenly, all hands were off of you and he stepped back, tilting his head.

You rushed to hold yourself up, knees wobbly. You shot daggers at him, eyes burning. He stopped. Why the fuck did he stop?

He stared at you, waiting for something. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking as put-together as you could with wetness creeping down your thighs and shorts discarded on the floor.

"I'm not apologizing, if that's what you want," you muttered. "Congratulations, you found the clit. Took you long enough. You'll have to work a little harder if you're looking to clear your name."

In a flash, he had you hauled over his shoulder, and you let out a gasp of surprise. You could only sigh as he took you to your destination.

You were dropped onto your bed, legs dangling off the front as he pushed you down into the mattress. You cocked a brow.

In an event you'd never thought would happen, he kneeled down in front of you, hands spreading your thighs apart. Was this a dream? You were in shock. There's no way he was going to. . .

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your panties were slid down your legs and tossed aside. It didn't take long before one hand was back between your legs, rubbing your clit as the other pressed against your stomach to keep you in place. You couldn't move your thighs which were locked apart, blocked by his shoulders.

You couldn't sit up with the way he had you pinned, and so stared at the ceiling, hands gripping the sheets.

A new sensation startled you, and you tried desperately to sit up enough to see, but it was no use.

It was his tongue, dragging up your folds until he reached your clit. He took the nub in his mouth, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent the noise that threatened to come out.

That old and familiar feeling built within you, like a spring coiling and coiling, ready to snap. Your mind went blank as a tension built within you. It was like everything but your cunt was numb. There, feeling was in overdrive. Every swipe of his tongue, every prod of his fingers inside of you, swiping forward to push against your favorite spot: it was too much.

You came with a breathless gasp, back arched as your hands dug into the sheets. Even without seeing, you knew your cunt was a mess. You could feel your cum seeping out. You could smell the scent of sex in the room. Your thighs shook, pussy clenching around nothing.

You expected him to pull back, but instead you felt his tongue licking at your cunt, swiping up any spill into his mouth. You let out a whine as he prodded inside, tongue lapping up your wetness.

Digits were back to circling your clit, and you moaned, still much too sensitive. Despite this, he had no intentions of stopping, instead switching out his fingers for his mouth as he thrust a finger inside of you. You had no time to process before another joined the first. Your head pressed desperately against your bedsheets.

"Slow down," you gasped, voice shaking. He didn't heed your words, and in fact, sped up the way his fingers pushed in and out of you. You whined. The tension was already back and ready to snap within you.

"Michael," you cried, eyes clenched shut. "Please!" You weren't sure what you were pleading for.

You came again, more violently than the last. Over and over your cunt pulsed, leaking your cum to pool at your enterance, only to be pushed back in with the shove of his fingers.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" you panted, wiping the sweat from your face.

When he still showed no signs of letting up, all you could do was let out a weak groan. You got what you desired, you supposed. But it seemed he found something he liked as well.

All this because you decided to talk a little shit about him. You didn't dare tell him there was nobody on the other line.

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[dirtydixonsgirl]

Tipsy

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this!! it was fun for me to write. reblogs are appreciated<3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p-in-v, spanking, should i say more? 18+!!!

Daryl wasn’t sure how he got here but he knew he wasn’t complaining. His hands ran over his face at the girl below him, begging him to take her. His thoughts were scattered and he was aching as well. He couldn’t help but to think back to the exact thing that brought them alone together in this very room.

Rosita was having a welcoming party for some of the survivors him and Rick had found on the way back from a run, they were very trustworthy people Rick thought, Daryl on other had have some concerns but eventually brushed it off. She was very welcoming to this new found group of people, leaving Daryl to become protective over her anytime she was in a room with them or around them.

But somehow this welcoming party ended up with a few shots of whiskey and other drinks Rosita pulled from her cabinet. Which turned into a very let lose Rosita who sat at the table making sexual jokes towards the girl and Daryl making their cheeks and face turn a blood red color. She wanted her embarrassment to slip away from her so a few more shots should do the trick, but that only turned into more embarrassment when she lost control of herself, clinging to Daryls sides, rubbing his arms and complimenting him every so often.

It was no surprise her and Daryl had something. But it wasn’t really anything to slap a label on, neither of them did that kind of stuff, the rest of the group was aware of the strange friendship they had, sneaking off together to find abandoned cabins so you could spend time together, Daryls light hearted effort at bringing her things back from a run that put himself in danger sometimes just for her, the fact that every time the group was on the run before they found Alexandria they both always seemed to choose each other to snuggle up to in the abandoned places or in the ice chattering winter. It never failed, they always chose each other, but that’s as far as it went, there no kissing, no romance, just small things that made them both very much close.

That was until tonight. Daryl was flustered to say the least, he had no idea how to help her in her state of mind especially when she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so he snuck away leaving you with Tara and Rosita as he sat in the corner, keeping a close eye on her as she danced and laughed with the other girls, this was the first time Daryl had ever seen her so careless, free, having fun. He loved this look on her.

“Daryl!” She slurred, stumbling over to him.

She met eyes with the man, almsot tripping over her own feet. Her body was warm with alcohol, her head spinning and joy rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure when she had let lose this much but she was enjoying it. She fell right into his lap, her legs over his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, earning a grunt from him. She looked at his flustered face giggling at his reaction, she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. She placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Wha was that for?” His cheeks flushed even more.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Who would if I didn’t?” He joked, she laughed along with him.

Daryl was impressed at himself for controlling hisself but it was getting more difficult as the alcohol coursed through both of their bodies and she began squirming and giggling in his lap. She leaned up, grabbing his bottle from the table sat in front of him, he noticed her dress rose up almost flashing him in the progress. She sat back down, adjusting herself and that’s when she felt it. Him.

Daryl wasn’t sure what it was, the alcohol or the girl that he loved dearly sitting on his lap in a very short dress, taunting him enticingly with every move. She smirked, now realizing exactly what she was doing to him.

“You want me or something, big guy?” She giggled drunkenly, her hands on his broad shoulders.

He grunted. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Take me to bed then.” She began to rub his shoulders.

This was killing him. Every moment.

“No, y/n-“

“Pleaseeee.” She pouts.

How could he say no to that?

“You’ve hada nough.” He grumbles, pulling the beer bottle from her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

The disappointment flooded through her along with the slight embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said that and that a few seconds ago she was sitting on Daryl Dixons lap while he had a boner, all because of her.

She let out a squeal when he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door. She was far too clumsy to walk and he could definitely handle his liquor. Her face buried itself in his chest, the cool wind blowing against her skin.

“You’re warm.” She mutters, eyes feeling heavy.

“You gonna pass out on me?” He jokes.

“Maybe.”

Once Daryl gets her to her house, he lays her in the soft bed, she grips his collar pulling him to her.

“Please kiss me.” She begs needly.

“Yer drunk, Y/N.” He sighs, his hands planted on both sides of her now.

“So are you, please I want you.”

All of the begging made him slightly uncomfortable in his pants, she connected their lips and Daryl didn’t kiss back at first but when he did another foreign feeling exploded through her, going straight between her legs. She whimpered against his lips, causing his breathing to hitch slightly as she rubbed her legs together to get rid of the friction.

“Daryl, please, I-“

“You want me baby?” His hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Yes.” She breathes.

She giggles, hooking her hands in the hem of his pants, cupping him in his ever so aching areas, a groan fell from his lip. She rubbed him slowly, seeing the effect it had on him made the wetness in her panties spread. She wanted him so bad for so long she couldn’t believe it was finally here.

“Wanna-wanna feel you around me so bad.” He mutters, his hips bucking into her palm.

She squeals once his hands get under her dress, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending vibrations through her as he presses a finger down to her aching wet core, causing her to whimper. “This for me?”

“All for you.”

“You wear this to tease me tonight? Dancin’ around in this little short dress, touchin’ on me. You knew what you were doing, ya little slut.”

His words were laced with lust. Pressing his thumb down harder to her clit, she moaned her hands shaking has he rubbed slowly, her hands finding her way to his shoulders. Her legs instinctively spread, inviting him in, he thrusts into her every so often, his other hand rubbing circles on her hips. She was falling apart underneath of him and he was enjoying it.

“You want this?” He asks but nothing was heard from her besides whimpers and moans. “You gotta use your words sunshine.”

“Y-yes.” She moans. “I want it, take it from me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

He moves his hand off causing her whine at the lack of sensation. “I should spank ya for teasing me like this.”

Oh man. She thinks, realizing the trouble she has gotten herself into. She did admittedly wear this dress just for Daryl, hoping he would notice her but he noticed her in different way. In one swift motion he sits down, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking her over his lap, she gasps. Her legs squeeze together, rubbing together for friction once more, her core dripping, begging and aching for him to touch her.

“Yer so needy baby. S’hot.” He murmurs, rubbing her skin from her back down.

She whimpers as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin, he lifts his hand and lands hard. The pain connects with her aching core, sending her forward slightly. He runs his index finger up and down her core.

“You like that baby?” He whispers, she nods, causing him to land his hand back down on her. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes. Touch me, please!”

His hand lands hard again, rubbing the stinging part.

“I should make ya beg for it. Teasin’ me like that. Just like ya do all the time, this is for all those times, Y/N.” He says, the tent in his pants aching.

He collects the slick from between her legs and sinks two fingers inside her. She’s whimpering, aching and begging across his lap. Her body takes over, the knot in her stomach begging to be released as his thick fingers falter in and out, in and out. Her orgasm was intense, her thighs shaking and jolting from under his touch. He pulls them out in one swift motion, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off the juiced.

“You taste so good, bunny.” He groans.

“I want you inside, Daryl.” She begs, squirming from underneath him. “Please.”

He flips her over onto her back, her legs spread inviting him in. The sight is enough to bring you to heaven. He runs his hands over his face. The drunkness mixed with pleasure was something she’d never felt before, Daryl was definitely the only man to make her feel this way.

Daryl unzips his pants in one go, pulling down his boxers and taking his shirt off. His thick cock springs out of his boxers against his stomach, throbbing as every vein sticks out. Her eyes widen. Oh boy was she in for a surprise. He places his hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Her innocent drunk eyes looking into his. He was melting.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Daryl Dixon.” Her impatient response earns a chuckle from him.

He enters in one more, breathing harshly through his nose.

“Ahh!” She whimpers.

The bliss over came her, she pushes back to his thrust, leaving her breathless. Her wetness made him slick enough to slide out easily and re enter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for me, sunshine.” He hissed. “S-so good. Feels so good.”

“You feel so good. I love making you feel good.”

His thumb lands on her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. The feeling was once again taking over her body. She began clenching around him, causing another hiss out him, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Daryl would never forget the sounds falling from her lips. Her second orgasm sent her spiraling into sweet sweet serenity, shortly Daryl following behind with a string of cuss words, fully emptying in her. He pulls out watching the leaking cum slide out of her and he smirks, falling down in the bed next to her.

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing restoring back to normal. His mind suddenly shook from all the filthy thoughts and turned them into sweet cute ones, loving how messy her hair was, and how she was still in her dress, it rolled up and her panties slipped to the side for his easy access. He couldn’t help but savor the moment of the beautiful girl he loves, all fucked out because of him.

“Did I fuck ya to sleep, sunshine?” He whispers, running his fingers softly through her hair.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He whispers placing a small kiss on her head.

She grabs his wrists. “No, stay. I want to snuggle with you.”

Snuggle? He snorts.

“Anything for you, bunny.”

He dips back down in the bed, holding her tight against his warm chest. Both slipping into a deep drunken sleep.

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Hiiiii! I really like your writing and I wondered if u would like too write a story about going skiing or skating with pablo but he isn’t the best so reader have to help him and all and it’s all just very cute and fluffy ❤️❤️❤️

i live in a snowy state so this is literally perfect omg 😚

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“amor im cold. I don’t like it here.” pablo complained as you were visiting your family for the holidays. They lived far from barcelona so you didn’t really talk to them a lot.

“what are you talking about? this is the perfect weather” you stated, you’ve lived there for most of your life before moving to barcelona for school. You were used to this kind of weather.

“i’ve lived in spain my whole life i’m used to the sun amor. It’s too cold here i don’t know how you lived here.” he said with a stern tone as he didn’t like the cold (clearly.)

“well that’s too bad, we’re going skiiing today with my family…” you said. You looked at pablo as he was staring at you with disbelief.

“your joking right?” he said with disappointment.

“no i’m not, it’s something new and you might like it pablo.” you said.

On your way to the skiing resort pablo had his arms crossed giving you the silent treatment like a child.

And once you guys arrived it wasn’t any better. He was so moody and annoyed with the snow. But you knew this would be hilarious seeing him try and ski.

Though, you’ve never skied before. As long as you lived here your parents never really thought about skiing, they hated the cold too. So they never really took you and your sibling skiing.

You checked in to get your gear and all that stuff. Pablo still annoyed because there was snow in his boots, it was too cold, and he just wanted to relax in the warm house you rented for the month.

You looked over to him and gave him a small peck on the cheek, hoping that would get him out his mood.

*time skip because i’m too lazy to write all that*

As you and pablo got to the top of the snowy hill you could see him getting scared. You knew some stuff about skiing as your childhood friend had taught you but never took you. So you had to explain the basics.

“Okay, pizza to slow down, french fries to go faster. Got it?” you said to him demonstrating with your hands.

“no.”

you sighed as he was being difficult but you didn’t want to scare him even more by being aggressive. You explained more in depth this time.

“Okay, so when you want to slow down, you put your feet in a triangle position. Like a slice of pizza. Then when you want to go faster, make your skis straight, like french fries.” you said

“but not all french fries are straight…” he said quietly, but you still heard it.

“pablo i swear to the heavens above just ski down the hill with me already.” you said slightly annoyed as he has not been cooperating this entire time.

“i’m just…a little scared…” he said softly.

“you have the snow to impact your fall pablo, you’ve gone head first just to get the ball back which it probably more dangerous than this small hill.” You said.

You grabbed his hand and started slowly moving, going down the hill.

“remember, pizza, french fries.” you said softly.

Pablo, being the little shit he is decided to make you guys for faster, which you didn’t expect from him as he was just shaking from thinking about going down.

“PABLO-“ you screamed.

You let go of his hand to slow yourself down, seeing him go down fast, and easily stopping at the end of the hill. Once you got your confidence back, you went down after him.

When you got down all you saw was him laughing at you.

“not funny! i was scared- i thought you were scared? what happened- why did you do that-“ you kept cutting yourself off, until he cut you off with a quick kiss.

“i don’t know what happened, i just wanted to go fast all of a sud-“ you cut him off with a longer, more passionate kiss.

“i hate you.”

“i love you too..”

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A/N: i really loves this idea especially because i’m really used to know, also i don’t know anything about skiing. And i’m glad you enjoyed the writings 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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[pineappleandcake]

this is like,,, kind of a crack concept, but imagine yandere Yelan stealing yan Pantalone's darling instead of his fur coat

AHHH IM SCREAMING, CRYING, BLUSHING, AND KICKING MY FEET RIGHT NOW SNISFNOISNFOIF OMG ANON U ARE A GENIUS OMGOMGOMG IOFWNWOSNFOISNONFZ I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH AHHHH

IM CALLING IT CANON NOW THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN IF YANDERE PANTALONE HAD A DARLING. ITS TRUE BECAUSE IM HOYOVERSE.

tw : yandere themes and crack

I can imagine that Yelan would decide to steal you away from Pantalone as revenge for stealing her bracelet <3

Afterall how could Yelan not like you? You're so cute and adorable! No wonder why Pantalone kept you confined to his side. But don't worry about a single thing because Yelan will treat you like the cute little pet you are <33

Yelan would act so smug about it too. That girl is a sly bastard I can't even!!

Things with Yelan were quite weird in the beginning. You basically got transferred into the arms of one yandere into another. Although your situation with Yelan isn't really an improvement from Pantalone's situation. Your still captive and you don't even have your own freedom.

Yelan's embrace was so suffocating and you hated every single last bit of it. Not to mention her flirty personality never failing to make you feel embarassed as you try and cover your face which is as red as a tomato! You're so cute when you get flustered and Yelan loves knowing that you're blushing because of her <3

But at the same time, she's also a very dangerous Yandere. Afterall she quite literally managed to steal you away from the Regrator himself.

I can also imagine darling underestimating Yelan in the beginning too. You were excited because during your stay with Pantalone he was incredibly difficult to even escape from :((

Poor you because you think that it would be incredibly easy to escape from the clutches of Yelan. But Yelan worked so hard to get you and you're not getting away so easily..

Imagine that one night you run away from Yelan's home only to make it a few steps out the door and before you know it, one of Yelan's agents that you didn't know about who was sent to watch you drags you back into her home </3

Unfortunately for you, now you know that escaping from Yelan's grip is incredibly difficult. Especially with her embrace being so suffocating that you might even start wishing that Pantalone would come find you again :((( poor darling...

From that day onward, when Yelan isn't home a few of her agents will be watching you making sure that you don't try anything stupid. You don’t even dare try anything to save yourself the embarrassment of being dragged back.

Yelan is smart and intelligent so don't ever expect to outsmart her. She works for Ningguang herself and not every ordinary person can do that.

Another thing Yelan knows whenever you have an ulterior motive. She can read you like an open book.

What do you mean you want to go and take a walk? You're just using it as an excuse to run away.

You're not fooling anyone, she laughs at you and starts degrading you. Immediately you feel stupid for even trying to outsmart her.

If you had to be honest, you'd rather be with Yelan than with the Regrator. You hated the fatui with all your being and not to mention everyone knew of how cruel and ruthless they were.

Another thing is that Yelan is extremely unpredictable and you never know what might happen if you fuck up really badly. You're always on thin ice whenever you're within Yelan's vicinity; afraid of what would happen if you piss her off.

You sometimes complain about being stuck with her. But you make it seem like being in Yelan's care is the worst thing in the world, she tells you. If you're being a good pet then she won't be mean to you. Isn't that such a simple thing to follow?

~

Meanwhile things in the Snezhnaya are going haywire.

Imagine Pantalone's reaction once he found out that Yelan abducted you. He'd start cursing himself out because stealing away Yelan's precious bracelet was a terrible idea because she found a way to get back at him. What other better way to do that than to steal away his most precious jewel - you his poor darling.

Yelan is like 😎

While Pantalone is like 🤬 👺

He would absolutely throw a huge temper tantrum at the nerve that sly girl had. The audacity to steal his most precious thing away from him. More precious than any amount of mora in the world - you his poor darling.

"WHAT THE #$!@*& I HATE THAT GIRL SO MUCH THAT PIECE OF @$%^ WHAT A #@!?#*&^ ARCHONS YOU @!$%#" Plus a whole bunch of curses as he screamed in frustration as he ripped all of his documents on his office desk.

Once Pantalone finds out that Yelan abducted you, he would send fatui agents to gather information on where you could be at.

But at the same time, Pantalone knows that he can’t do much about it. If he were to kill Yelan then he’d literally be starting a war with Liyue itself.

But until then Pantalone has to hold on to his last shreds of sanity. Unfortunately though, no matter how much Yelan shields you away from the prying eyes of the fatui; you’ll be back in Pantalone’s arms at one point whether you like it or not.

You can expect that once Pantalone has you back, you are never leaving his sight ever again. He will make sure to always have you within arms length because he is making sure you won’t ever escape or ever worse; Yelan coming back for you.

He’ll force you to attend business meetings with him and wherever he goes, you’re forced to come too. You won’t be allowed to leave the house without Pantalone by your side. And by any special circumstances that Pantalone can’t be there to watch you, expect to be placed into Dottore’s care (who’s absolutely ruthless). If you ever try to escape from Dottore you’ll be forcefully dragged back as he explains to your boyfriend Pantalone about what had happened (who isn’t happy about it at all).

You’ll sleep with cuffs chained to the bed along with rope at your legs tied to the bedpost. Whenever you sleep Pantalone will tightly clutch you in his arms as he rests his chin atop your head. You can’t help but feel like he clutches you tightly because he’s afraid that you’ll leave again and he’ll have to go to bed without you by his side.

But based on the circumstances, that’s probably true.

Even Yelan wasn’t this horrible, you would think as Pantalone held you tightly.

For once in your life; you wish Yelan would come save you from him. Who knows? Maybe she’s could be plotting to get you back.

But until then, you hang on to the only sane part of yourself left. You tell yourself that you would make it out of this into freedom and you never gave up hope.

But sometimes, you wonder if you should just give up. You could never escape from the fatui.

But everyone has goals in their own life. Yelan’s goal was obtaining you in order to make Pantalone jealous.

What might be your goal you might ask?

Making it out of here in one piece.

Author’s note : Yay I finally finished this 😭. But congratulations because you’ve made it to the end 🧍🏻‍♀️I’m sorry it took so long but I saw this in my inbox the second the anon had sent it but I wanted to take my time because this is a really good concept idea! Anyways I might rewrite this and post it on my new blog @pineappleanddonut .

#yandere yelan #yandere pantalone #yandere yelan x reader #yandere pantalone x reader #yelan x reader #yelan x you #genshin yelan #genshin pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone #yelan #yelan thirst #pantalone thirst #pantalone brainrot #yelan brainrot #brainrot #yandere blog #yandere #genshin x reader #genshin imagine #pantalone x y/n #pantalone x you #yelan x y/n #yandere genshin #genshin impact #genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere x you #yandere fatui harbingers #genshin impact x reader

[merakiui]

imagine being so in love with floyd but so very awkward and anxious to approach him, so you turn to jade for help. at first you just wanted to use him as a “trial boyfriend” (mainly so you could get accustomed to seeing floyd’s features so often without having to actually confront him for a conversation) and jade was kind enough to entertain you and help you overcome your fear of talking to floyd so that you could hopefully gather the courage to confess. but he’s spent so much time with you now, going on pretend dates, holding your hand as “floyd,” calling you “shrimpy,” lending you some of his clothes (which he had claimed were floyd’s), and spending nights at ramshackle that he’s actually starting to enjoy this little game.

for a while you only saw bits and pieces of floyd in jade and you were content to delude yourself into thinking he was floyd, but when jade does things as jade in your fake relationship (like kissing the top of your hand before he holds it, showing off all of the mushrooms he’s growing in the botanical gardens and actually smiling genuinely when he talks about them, and even calling you endearing names of his own) you feel a little conflicted. you’re supposed to like floyd, right? you’ve always liked him. you’re only using jade to get over your anxieties, much like how he’s using you as a means of entertainment. and he’s made it quite clear that this game of pretend is only business—that it’s not real and will never be real.

and yet despite that jade wants nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and make you his. it’s a dangerous game to call him another man’s name, especially when said man is his brother. but it’s even more dangerous when you’ve never once thought that his intentions could be not so pure. you really make it too easy for him to charm you, but then you also make it really difficult for him to resist falling more and more in love with you with every little thing you do. even if the moments where you’re viewing him as floyd aren’t his favorite, he can tolerate them if it means he can have you all to himself for just a little longer.

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst #jade leech my most beloved <3

[avatarmerida]

I demand huntlow fluff IMMEDIATELY after that angst post!!!! aghhhh it was so good but illegal to make them so saaaad whyyyyyy

This is exact opposite of angst, I promise. This might be too fluffy, tbh. It's honestly a little embarrassing.

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Willow was simply minding her own business, tending to her flower beds on her balcony when out of nowhere, she turned and found Hunter crash landing beside her. Before she could ask if he was okay or what was going on, he rose dramatically to his feet. His cape wrapped around him making it difficult for him to regain balance, his eyes were locked on her, with a vexation and intensity she was unfamiliar with outside the flyer derby field. 

“You know love potions are illegal, right?!” Hunter exclaimed very unceremoniously, clearly flustered and disheveled.

“Um... hi?” said a very confused Willow, not expecting company, especially not from such a loud and upset Hunter.

“They’re ill-e-gal!” Hunter said loudly, stretching the word as though it would help her understand. “Like, against the law!”

“Okay... I already knew that, but thanks for telling me I guess?” she said, setting down her watering can.

“Well, if you knew then why did you give me one?” Hunter demanded, breathing heavily.

“What?”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know!” he scoffed dramatically, becoming more unhinged by the second. “After practice t-t-that alleged ‘blue sport drink’ you gave me? It was clearly a love potion!”

“Why would I give you a love potion?”

“I dunno, hazing? A mistake? Curiosity? I don’t have the time to try and decipher the inner workings of your beautiful, complicated mind, I just need the antidote! The ones at the marketplace haven’t been working, so obviously you added something strong to the batch.”

“Hunter, I’m not on the potions track, I don’t even know what ingredients I’d need for that,” Willow said with a small smile, unable to help but be amused. “Besides, it definitely wasn’t a love potion.”

“Well then how do you explain... this?” He gestured vaguely to himself as his voice became more distraught. “I’m a mess! I can't eat, i can't sleep, I-I start thinking about you and all of I sudden I feel sweaty and stupid and- why are you smiling?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” said Willow, covering her mouth though she couldn’t hide her clear delight at his cluelessness.

“It’s not funny!” he insisted.

“I know, I know,” she said, unable to sound convincing. “Keep going, I’m sorry.”

“Agh! Even looking at you right now I feel like I’m gonna pass out!” He said, exacerbated, not sure where he was supposed to look. “I can’t focus on patrol because I’m staring at your penstagram account or wondering what you’re doing and my distractions are gonna end up putting people in danger!”

“You’re right; this is serious,” said Willow, trying to sound convincing. She herself was in no rush to cure or resolve the ailment. “And you think you’re feeling this way because you drank a love potion?”

“Yes! What other explanation is there?”

“Well, I think I might have an idea but I don’t wanna embarrass you.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” he pleaded desperately. “Clearly, distance does nothing to dilute the effects. Willow, my pockets are full of leaves!” He declared, taking her shoulders and shaking her.

“Why?”

“Because they’re green like your eyes and I wanted to find one the same shade!” He explained as he bashfully removed her from his grasp and began to pace, talking faster and fidgeting with his hands. Willow tried with all her might to suppress her joy at his concern for the symptoms and not the sickness. “It's actually a fairly difficult shade to find organically in the arboreal section of nature, it’s more of peridot color which led me to search for matching gemstones and now my pockets are full of rocks and leaves and it’s getting very messy and heavy!”

“Wait, why did you keep all the leaves?” Willow laughed.

“Because you’re a plant witch! You love leaves!” Hunter practically screamed, tossing his collection from his pockets into the air in frustration as he panted, running out of breath from his rant.

“Awh, I do love leaves,” she giggled as she picked one out of his hair and twirled it between her fingers, admiring the coloring. Upon her closeness, Hunter’s face quickly became beet red. Willow made a mental note to grow a tree later with leaves the same shade. “How long does a love potion take to wear off?” 

“Usually 48 hours for a standard one, but this has been going on for over a week now,” he said helplessly, burying his head in his hands as he leaned his back to the rail and sank to the ground. “And it’s only been getting worse! I wrote you a poem, Willow. A poem!”

“Wow, that is serious,” Willow asked, taking a seat on the ground beside him and placing her hand on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“I thought I could get rid of it on my own,” he said with a sigh. “I told Darius what was happening. But he just laughed at me! Can you believe it? Then I told him everything I tried and he told me to try going to the source but you clearly didn’t do this so I just…I feel like my chest is gonna explode.”

“Hunter...” Willow didn’t know where to start. How were you supposed to inform your crush that they had a crush on you? “You know the drink I gave you... I just bought it from the store.”

“Oh! Which store? I’ll go back there and ask them if they have a-.”

“I bought a pack of four, everyone at practice had one,” she said softly.

“Has... everyone else been having similar side effects?”

She shook her head.

“Oh,” said Hunter, suddenly uncertain. He folded his hands and brought them to his face and Willow could tell he was thinking intently of what to do next. Willow made herself comfortable on the ground beside him, watching the calculations fly behind his burgundy eyes. She knew he was smart, he was bright, but he truly was the stupidest boy she had ever met. “Hmm.”

“I can go get a bottle from the kitchen if you wanna read the ingredients-.”

“Wait! They came in a pack of four!” Hunter recalled excitedly. 

“Yeah?” 

“I remember you offered me one but I didn’t want to take one if that meant you couldn’t have one-.”

“You told me it was because you had never had a liquid that was so oddly colored,” Willow interjected, finding the real reason even sweeter. 

“-well, yes that too,” confirmed Hunter as he continued. “So I was skeptical and then you assured me there was nothing wrong with it so you took a sip of it to show me. And of course I trust you completely so I drank the rest without questioning it.”

“Okay…?”

“It was an indirect kiss!” he said with delight as though that explained anything.

“I… guess so?”

“If an indirect kiss is what caused this to happen….”

“Hunter, I don’t think that’s actually what-.”

“... then a direct one  must be the way to reverse it!”

“Ya know what actually maybe,” said Willow, placing her hand beneath her chin. Now she was the one unable to catch her breath. They needed to say they tried everything, right? What kind of friend would she be if she didn’t help him anyway she could?

“Oh, but I could never ask that of you,” groaned Hunter, defeated.

“Well, I dunno, I think you could,” Willow said, trying to seem nonchalant and casual, brushing her hair behind her ear. 

“Do you… think it will work?”

Oh it definitely wouldn’t, Willow was counting on it.

“Guess we’ll find out,” she said with a seemingly innocent shrug as she leaned in closer, and Hunter jumped back when he realized just how close she was.

“Oh my Titan, are you trying to kill me??” he exclaimed, falling over himself. Willow just laughed. “This is great, this is just great,” said Hunter, removing his cape and throwing it in front of him, trying anything to help him breathe again. “You’re laughing. I’m basically dying and you’re laughing!

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying but failing to subdue her laughter. “It’s just kind of cute.”

“‘I’m cute?’” he turned to her, as though disgusted by the thought. “No, you’re cute, that’s the problem! Ahh! I don’t know what I was thinking, I can't even look at you without freaking out, why would I ever think I’d be able to… titan, I can’t even say it now.”

“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out together," she assured him, rising back up to her feet. She offered her hand to help him up and he took a deep breath before he mustered up the courage to take it. Progress, right? He stood in front of her and she took his other hand, and prompted him to do the breathing exercise. Progress. “Try closing your eyes, okay?”

He obliged, squeezing them shut tight and Willow’s heart skipped at how winsome he looked, putty in her hands. She delicately stepped onto her tiptoes to press a gentle but meaningful kiss to his lips. Closing her eyes as she leaned into the contact, her chest warm and buzzing like a fire bee hive. She waited there for a moment, waiting for him to pull away but he stood there stunned and when he realized the moment as real he removed his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. Willow was a little surprised but did not object as she brought her arms around his neck. She could feel him smiling, delighted that this was a remedy he approved of. As she went to pull away, he followed after, not ready to let the moment end.

She opened her eyes first and saw the talkative anxious boy who had crashed on her balcony, now totally speechless. His eyes slowly opened as she eagerly awaited to hear his thoughts.

“It didn’t work,” he said breathlessly, forgetting why he was supposed to be disappointed. “You’re still cute.”

“Darn it,” she said, equally as breathlessly and even less disappointed as she did not loosen her grip on him. “Sorry.”

It was even worse now. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion and there was a rose colored frame around her and music was playing and Hunter felt like he would float up into the sun if she let go of him now.

“It’s okay, it's not your fault,” he said, their position finally registering as he slowly removed her arms from her waist, hyper aware of how sweaty his hands were and how hot his face was. “I’m sorry to have bothered you with this. Thanks for trying to help.”

“Anytime,” said Willow softly, never meaning anything more.as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands now that they weren’t anchored around his neck. 

“I should… probably go…” he said timidly as he picked up his cape from the floor, quiet for the first time and Willow worried that he was embarrassed and that was the last thing she wanted him to associate with kissing her. She wanted to tell him what was really happening, but that hardly seemed like a way to lessen his embarrassment.

“Wait!” she said, and he looked up to her with wide eyes. “Um, actually… what if I took a love potion too?”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that,” said Hunter, shaking his head. “It’s so scary. But actually kind of incredible? But then scary again, and I couldn’t let you feel this way about me. That would be less like a potion and more like a curse.”

“What if I told you… I already took one?”

“What? Willow, why would you-?”

“What’s done is done,” she said innocently, as though it was out of her hands. “Right? And... the kiss didn't reverse mine either so I guess… we’re in this mess together.”

Hunter nodded slowly. “This constitutes an investigation,” he declared, slamming his fist into his palm. “Someone’s going around distributing illegal love potions! But who? And why?”

It was a start, Willow would take what she could get.

“Who knows?” she said with a grand shrug. “But um, until we do… are you okay feeling this way for a little bit longer?”

“I mean, it’s a little less scary knowing that you’re feeling the same way,” he admitted, rubbing his neck and giving her a shy grin . 

“That’s usually how it goes,” she said with a bright smile that made him feel like he was melting. “And… what if the effects turn out to be permanent? Would you… be okay with that too?”

“Well,” Hunter took a deep breath as he carefully took Willow’s hand, the rush still there but not quite as overwhelming. Maybe it was because they shared that now. “I’m okay with it i-if you are.”

“Well,” she interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a gentle squeeze and looked up at him with shining eyes even the most precious peridot would envy. “I’ve got a gut feeling it’s incurable.”

#huntlow #winter toh #toh #willow park #hunter toh #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #fluff #I EMBARASSED MYSELF WRITING THIS #ask #anon

[yandere-genji]

Yandere mcree dirty starter request number 13 plz.

(Just a note, I am still getting used to the whole “Cole Cassidy” timeline we are living in. I wrote the draft with jesse mccree so pls forgive any discrepancies.)

#13: “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

“Sit,” Cassidy pulled the collar of your shirt and pushed you onto the floor. The floor was hard and cold from the winter frost, which you couldn’t escape from being so high in the mountains. You hated the cold. Hated having to huddle as close to the fireplace as you possibly could just to escape the freezing temperature permeating through the log cabin. The winds whistled too loud as they picked up mists of white snow from the ground. You really did not like the mountains. If you had your pick, you would stay with Cassidy at the nice shack he had just outside of Santa Fe, but you never did have a choice in the matter. Whenever he went, you were expected to follow.

He must’ve been tired, too, though he never showed it. So you leaned into him, looked up at him through pleading eyes. You didn’t dare say a word, but Cassidy understood what you wanted to say.

But he couldn’t rest. Not yet. There was business he had to attend to and time is money. So he gave you a sympathetic smile and removed his hand from your cheek. You missed the warmth of his touch but you were content to be dismissed, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m out, or there will be hell to pay.”

There wasn’t much to say. You nodded compliantly and Cassidy headed out the door. Alone again. This time he didn’t need to restrain you. Any town would be miles away and the terrain was difficult. So you were stuck to your own devices in the meantime.

‘I’ll be back soon,’ he had said. Soon was very subjective to Cassidy, you had learned. Soon could mean a few hours or a few days. He was an honest man, usually, but never when he spoke those words. Perhaps he said that to keep you on your best behavior lest he catch you in some mischief.

But the mountains made you miserable and drove you mad with boredom. He knew it, too. Most of your worst fits happened there. Rummaging through his work equipment, sticking your nose in places it didn’t belong, and picking quarrels with Cole in your irritable state. It never ended well, either. Especially when you were defiant with him, it wore his patience paper thin.

“You’d be wise to behave,” he warned, “you’ve been so good lately, pumpkin. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

Even though his words repeated themselves in your head, your mind wandered. Not only did the boredom tempt you to misbehave, but you would do anything to keep your mind from thinking about whatever Cassidy was up to now. You knew he made a living from catching (and often killing) outlaws. It was dangerous and if anything happened to him… You didn’t want to think about that. But every second he was gone was a risk and you worried tirelessly, feeling even more trapped.

You sat up and made your way towards the window besides the front door. It had stopped snowing and you managed to get a clearer view of the land. The cabin was atop a steep side of the mountain, there was hardly any area in front of the house, save for a small shed holding Lord knows what. The moonlight reflected off the icy snow. Specks of snow glittered from the refraction of the light. It was mesmerizing. You wanted to run out into the snow, feel the crunching beneath your feet. Maybe make a snowman or a fort. Like you were a little kid.

But it was freezing. And Cassidy would kill you. His number one rule was to never leave the house without him. It seemed like in that since you were still like a little kid.

Your boots were right beside you, still wet around the soles. They seemed dry in the inside and so did your coat hanging beside the door. You had a pair of gloves inside the pockets. Cassidy hadn’t left long ago. So if you spent a few minutes outside, he wouldn’t know, right? But he would definitely notice your footprints in the snow. There was the back door. What’re the odds he would be going through there? Zero to none, you calculated based on no evidence whatsoever.

Just a moment wouldn’t hurt. You just wanted to play around with something other that the fire iron or whatever old books were laying around.

You put on your winter outfit and headed towards the back door, careful not to leave a trail behind. You looked out the window, peering over the terrain. There wasn’t much besides the mountain walls and a few feet of snowy ground. And your heart was racing. Since when had you been so scared? The mountains really had a strange effect on you.

Cold air was seeping through the door and you raised a gloved hand to feel it. Your gloves protected your skin from the chill and your body remained warm in your coat. The cabin was barely warm and you relied most on the fireplace for comfort. Your winter clothing would do just as much for you outdoors as the fireplace would inside.

Throwing caution to the wind, you eagerly opened the door and leapt onto the snowy ground. A thick sheet of snow caught you, enveloping your body in an icy embrace. You smiled and lifted yourself from the snow. The only light was from the moon and the dim porch light from the cabin. Dark forest surrounded you, absolutely silent.

You sat in the snow for a bit, holding your knees to your chest. It was a picturesque view with the snow innocently covering the woods like a christmas postcard. You tried to make out whatever you could through the shadows of trees and bushes, but nothing seemed to come of it. Imagine what could be hiding in there.

Cassidy kept a book of all the plants and animals in the areas he frequented. He always knew what something was when you asked him and was happy to explain it to you. If he were here, you could ask him to take a walk in the forest with you, show you all the animals and keep you protected from the nasty ones. But he wasn’t. In that moment, you felt too vulnerable and ran back inside the cabin, suddenly aware of how flimsy the back door was.

Everything was so quiet. The sound of you unzipping your coat was like a scream. You knew there were bears in the mountain. What if something saw you and decided to make you it’s prey? What could you do? You were unarmed and alone. Cassidy must not have even been gone longer than an hour.

You knew you weren’t supposed to, but you were scared. You didn’t know what was out there. And you had already broken one rule without getting caught. So you made you way to the bedroom and rummaged through Cassidy’s work equipment. He hadn’t even locked his suitcase, to your surprise, sending a pang of guilt through your heart realizing how much he was beginning to trust you. But you could be in danger.

Past the various bullets, a bandolier, and case of cigars was the very journal he had kept. Your face grew red with shame knowing you were violating his privacy. But it was only a silly little book that would hopefully prepare you for the potentially dangerous circumstances in which Cassidy had abandoned you at in the first place. There was a little map, marked with location names and page numbers.

A thud. Outside, near the back door. Your heart beat fast and you froze. That could be one of two things, and both spelled bad news for you. Like a bat out of hell, you quickly placed everything back into Cassidy’s suitcase. Your hands were clumsy with fear and you took longer than you would’ve liked but you thankfully had everything in place before being caught by anyone or anything.

You rose from your seated position and peaked out the bedroom door. Nothing. Just as you had left it. You opened it further and stepped out of the room when you were sure nothing was outside. Taking a few steps, you peaked out the front window. No footsteps, no prints of any kind. Maybe the house was just settling. You sighed and backed away from the window.

A strong grip caught your arm and it felt like your back had hit a wall, “Well,” that familiar gruff voice, “what’ve you been up to, little bunny?”

You turned to face Cassidy, making the most pitiful look you could give him. You looked up at him, mouth agape and struggling to respond, “Cas…”

There was something wrong. He was dirty, some reddish-brown stains covered his shirt in splatters. The look in his eyes was nothing short of primal. Aggressive, but not angry. Hungry.

“Best you answer me,” his grip tightened and you gasped in shock, leaning into him, “I ain’t in any mood to play games with you.”

It frightened you to see him like this. Like any misstep you toke would provoke him. Did he know you had deliberately broken his most important rule, or that you were just about to break another before he caught you? Should you play dumb or tell him the truth? He would’ve surely seen your silhouette in the snow if he had come from where the thud was. Even worse, he could read you like a book and knew precisely when you were lying. But you weren’t defenseless. You knew how to play to your strengths.

You swallowed, hesitantly, speaking with the sweet voice that he loved to hear, “I am very sorry, Daddy, I was so lonely without you. I just went outside to play in the snow, but it was too cold and I didn’t stay for long. That’s all, I promise.”

Cassidy hummed in response, low and aloof. His eyes were dark and you couldn’t detect any emotion from him, but a contemplative look. That usually wasn’t a good sign for you. He must’ve been thinking about what he should do with you.

He took your hand in his, raising it to his lips and placing a soft kiss, “You promise, darlin’?”

Something about his tone of voice sent shivers down your spine. It was playful and deliberate. Like he was about to call your bluff. But how could he? So you nodded, “Promise.”

A large, gloved hand squeezed your cheeks and your hands raised to meet his. His grip was tight and unrelenting, “Oh, honey…” he switched his grip from your face to your throat, you let out a choked gasp, “Thought you knew better than to lie to me.”

Your back was against the wall, Cassidy’s hand keeping you in place. You were gasping for air and holding onto his wrist for dear life. Tears rolled down your cheek and your eyes begged for mercy. But you had really fucked up this time. Jesse was already riled up from whatever business he had just returned from and he had warned you not to misbehave or there would be hell to pay. He was just cashing out on his threat.

“I am gettin’ real sick of your bratty attitude,” he loosened his fingers, allowing you to catch your breath, “Look like you need to be taught some fuckin’ manners.”

Your eyes went blurry, you saw only foggy shadows as Cassidy pulled you away from the wall and lifted you over his shoulder. You pleaded with him through choked sobs but your cries fell on deaf ears. All you could feel was the frigid winter air on your skin, leaving the cabin behind while Cassidy carried you into the shed.

“Now don’t you start with me,” he groaned as he sat you on a flimsy wooded workbench, “You need to fucking behave. Take your clothes off.”

It was freezing. You weren’t sure if you were shaking due to fear or the intense cold. You held onto your body, trying to retain any warmth you could, “Please, Cassidy, it’s too cold.”

He laughed, “That certainly didn’t stop you before, sweetheart. Now, strip before I really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You could hardly feel anything at that point. Completely numb, you complied and disrobed. Cassidy didn’t say anything, just admired you before him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t anticipate having to punish you when he returned. And he was nothing short of eager to take the frustrations of his day out on you. Nothing satisfied him quite like seeing you like this, absolutely terrified and seeking mercy.

Once you were completely bare, he held you by your hips. He squeezed hard, wanting to leave a mark on you. His hands wandered upwards, fondling your body until he held you by the back of your neck.

You couldn’t help the fire that burned between your legs, mindlessly rocking your hips on the abrasive wood of the workbench. Looking at him through wet eyes, you reached out to feel him. He had his winter jacket on, furs draped over his shoulder and making his already towering figure even more menacing. You wanted him to embrace you, to give you the warmth you desperately needed. But he didn’t.

“Nah, baby, I’ve been too kind to you for far too long,” he took your wrist and gripped it with the same strength that he gripped your hips, “You do what you’re told and don’t test my patience, got it?”

You nodded eagerly, desperate to show your capitulation, “Yes, Daddy, I’ll do anything you ask.”

He hummed, pleased with your response, “I know you will, baby.”

But he didn’t give you a command. Instead, he decided to manhandle you himself, flipping you onto your stomach and pinning your arms behind your back. You wanted so badly to rut against him like a bitch in heat, desperate to quell that feeling between your legs but you had to follow his lead. He wanted to see you like this, overstimulated and touch-starved. Serves you right for misbehaving.

His gloves were still on. The fabric was rough against your already sensitive skin. He began kneading the soft skin in between your thighs, it took all of your will not to squeeze them together and fuck yourself into his hand. You behaved, breathing heavily and trying your best to conceal your moans.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard slap, “I want you to lose that sweet voice of yours when I’m done with you.”

Every touch was rough and left a mark on your skin. You cried, moaned, nearly scream as Cassidy abused your body as he pleased. Once he was satisfied, he loomed over your shaken form. His hand made its way to the swell of your ass again and gave it another sharp slap. Your throat was sore but you still managed to whine at the pain. But he wasn’t done with you yet. His thumbs spread you wide open, exposing you to the cold air while your hole was burning from the stretch of Cassidy’s fingers. You knew what he had in mind and tried to prepare yourself mentally for the pain.

You could never be full prepared, however, when Cassidy’s warm cock met with the entrance of your ass. He was far too big to slide into you with any ease, but he choose to stretch you around his cock the best he could anyway. If he had eased into you with his fingers, the burning wouldn’t be so bad, but you couldn’t accommodate his girth and the pain was unbearable. Screams escaped your lips and you were tempted to tell him to stop, but you knew where that would leave you. In much worse pain than this.

He spread you further, sunk into you deeper, and made you scream louder. It seemed like hours before he began to pump himself in and out of you, only halfway in. His hands locked into your hips and he continued to work his way into you. Whenever the pain became bearable, he would push himself deeper inside of you. Like he knew just how to keep you on edge. And all you could do was lay there and let him use you until he was satisfied you had learned your lesson.

By the time his cock was fully inside of you, Cassidy was already fucking you with reckless abandon. Content to just use you like a fleshlight with no regard to your cries. He kept an iron grip on your hips, keeping you in place while he rammed his cock into your abused hole, “Fuck, you’re tight. Gotta fuck you like this more often. Shit, if you keep misbehavin’ I might have to tie you out here for good. How would you like that, baby?”

You whined weakly. The shed was filled with the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and your cries that were muffled with every thrust. His pace grew faster and faster, and his moans turned into growls as he reached his peak. There was nothing for you to hold onto, nothing to keep you in place while Cassidy was reaching his climax. Your tender body scraped against the old, flimsy wood while he brutally fucked your ass.

But the feeling of his warm cum finally filling you, leaking out of the tight space that squeezed his cock and onto your legs, it felt so good. Anything that could give you relief from the cold would be welcome, and you spread your thighs further in an effort to leak out anymore cum.

Cassidy leaned over you, cock still buried inside you. His hands released your hips and you were happy to finally relax. He took his heavy jacket from his shoulders and wrapped it around you. It was finally over, you eagerly enveloped yourself in the warm fur of the coat and let out a sharp exhale.

“Damn baby,” Cassidy pulled himself out of you, wiped the juices on his cock onto your thigh, “I’ve killed plenty men for less than what you did tonight. But fuck if you don’t got a pretty face and a tight ass. Damn lucky, ya know that?”

You had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth, but you were inclined to believe him.

“Let’s get you inside,” he lifted you into his warm embrace, “get you cleaned up, how’s that sound?”

You looked up at him and he gave you a gentle smile, “I would love that, Daddy,” you whispered, not wanting to damage your throat any further.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and carried you inside the cabin. You were sore and it toke you ages for your body to get warm. Perhaps you might think twice in the future about indulging your penchant for mischief. But there was something about that wild, nasty side of Cassidy that lit a spark inside of you.

#not me hating the name cole…. #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon #yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #jesse mccree x reader #dark mccree #overwatch mccree #yandere mccree #yandere cassidy #cassidy

[spidereggs888]

Miguel bangs Dr Doom and the poor bastard asks for seconds

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Miguel & You

ACT 3 | INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Miguel O’Hara & y/n, any gender or non gender. Very casual writing style. TW Dark humor, dangerous situations, 18+ language. Y/n are sorta attracted to Miguel (why else would you be here?) but he doesn’t know you lol

(Seriously, if you haven't read ACT 1 or ACT 2, NONE of this will make sense)

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“Okay? I mean you still got your job, yeah?” your friend says.

“It’s different now! I can’t- my job’s not enough- all my savings are GONE! All those data sticks were full of nontaxable credit and now it’s probably being hocked off for rapture! What the shock am I gonna do?!”

“Wait, wait! Hang on, lemme text Bryce! He gonna know something!”

“I REALLY can’t believe that O’Hara! We talked about this! I made my case pretty simple and he agreed to a follow up meeting- and now he’s just gonna CANCEL on me?!”

“Hey it’s not his fault! He doesn’t know what you’re going through.”

You are so mad you almost tell her the truth. But his secret identity could be a bargaining chip! Yeah sure that will be stooping low but he KNOWS you are one lost payment away from house hunting, which is a horrible experience in Nueva York, especially if you’re broke.

After some sounds of computer work on her end, Speshall re-emerges.

“Hold on… okay. Bryce says Mister O’Hara is back in the Alchemax Business Bureau building.”

“Good God, tell Bryce I said thanks!”

“You better hurry, cuz people who lost their shot yesterday are trying to catch him today. I don’t know how word got out that he didn’t choose anyone as a secretary, but yeah, they are scrambling to get a hold of him. You better hurry!”

You pull out your only spare jacket (the clear plastic one that only keeps off the rain), and throw on a new scarf. You are back at square one, where you gotta compete with all the other interviewees, including Suck-up Syd who’s gonna be even more desperate this time, and Beta-Brody, who just might actually appeal to O’Hara now that he’s about to have an uninterrupted audience with the guy!

Your chances are slim, but if you stand to lose everything, why the hell dwell here?!

░▒▓スパイダーマン▓▒░

When you exit the apartment complex, you run through all of the holograms offering a better life, past all the salesmen trying to convert you to the great house of Thor, and slam your palm down on the terminal button to call the apartment valet.

"Welcome back, tenant 27," the AI apartment valet greets, “Do you want-”

“YES! Give it to me!”

Your car roars out of its hiding place as if it knows today isn’t the day to worry you with her many problems. She is bright red with flaking paint, but she is here in your time of need.

“We refueled your vehicle. Do you accept the charges-”

“BILL ME TOMORROW!”

You rush and slide across the hood, executing the perfect slide and land on your feet on the other side. The door unlatches automatically and you climb in (that almost never happens), and you slam your foot down on the gas pedal.

“I’m comin’ for you, O’Hara!”

░▒▓человек-паук▓▒░

After dodging and slipping through traffic, you arrive at the Alchemax Business Bureau parking lot. The automated parking center kiosk accepts your money this time since your mom knows how to clean her gambling money (you have yet to learn this difficult process), and you get to enter the building in a more conventional way. 

The lobby is already in chaos. People are fighting over the coffee machine for some reason, slapping and hitting each other. You turn your back on it and face the old man behind the receptionist desk. He grimaces at you.

“You don’t have anything to do with the crazy shit happening over there, right?” He asks. This was the first time he’s spoken to you in a while.

“Don’t think so. Uh, has O’Hara come through?”

“Heh. What do you think?”

You cringe at the sound of a coffee pot crashing to the floor. The receptionist opens a holoscreen and looks at you through it.

“He’s up in the temp office again.”

He discreetly brings a cup of black coffee up from behind the desk and sets it near you.

“Just pushing forward a favor.”

His eyes focus on the video call that pops up between you, and he continues, “We need custodial support in the lobby. We got some broken glass and hot coffee all over the damn place.”

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You are on the elevator, coffee in hand with a pocket full of sugars. You decide not to drink it, you plan to give it to O’Hara (everyone else must have had this same plan, hence fighting over the pitcher of coffee.) The elevator lets someone else on. The doors open and you see the smoky eyes of Suck-Up Syd.

“Ah, you got past everyone else, I see.”

You reluctantly move over as she strides in. You notice she’s wearing a backless dress before she pulls her faux fur jacket back over her shoulders. She knows you saw, she chuckles and sighs.

“Don’t ya love this day and age?” she asks innocently.

“It could be better,” you say pleasantly.

“I just love how a woman can be herself and flaunt what she’s got…” 

She waits for a word of validation but you say nothing to her. She continues.

“I got this dress from Michael, our last boss. Remember him?”

“Ah, yeah. The guy who gave me a second chance…”

“Yeah after the whole embezzling thing! Tsk, I’m so glad you didn’t get fired, you know that? Like really, you are the nicest person in this whole wide place! It would have been so unfair of him to let you go. But he’s very generous.”

You wanna say something mean to her but you are at a crucial point in your life to have stupid Suck-Up Syd karma in the mix.

The elevator door opens and you see a guy laying face down on the floor. He’s groaning in pain. It’s the nice Indian man from yesterday.

“Oh my, what happened here?” Syd asks.

“Ah just some stuff that needed settling,” says the familiar douchey voice of Brody, who walks up from the corner while rubbing his knuckles.

“Did you beat up that guy?!” You scold.

“Well, he got in my face,” he says with a matter-of-fact tone.

“I somehow doubt that!” You scoff.

 Brody smirks and takes your coffee.

“Dude, that’s mine!” you complain.

He sips it while keeping eye-contact with you. He then immediately scrunches his face.

“Ew, you don’t add anything to your coffee?!”

“That’s very rude and gross, Broly,” Syd says with sarcasm, walking away towards the glass elevator. He hands the coffee back to you and swiftly follows her, and you reluctantly follow.

“I was just playing, Sydney, lighten up! Nice dress, by the way!”

“Thank you.”

“I mean... you flaunted it for Micheal, I bet you could do the same exact routine for O’Hara and get the job instantly! That's your in-an-out plan, right?”

“Hey, if he thinks hiring me will get him there then that’s on him, not me.”

“What are you pushing 38, going on 39 any time now? You can’t use your looks forever, tick-tock tick-tock.”

“Oh wow, says the guy who believes in that Alpha Male BS. You are aware that the same guy who coined that whole thing turned around and disproved it years later, you know that, right?”

“So it’s not true for wolves, but it’s definitely true for Man.”

“You are not even close to being a Beta…” you grumble. 

He looks back at you with a fake smile. Syd laughs.

“Oh well check this out-”

He slaps the coffee down out of your hands and it gushes all over your pants and shoes. You jump back and kick your legs.

“Dude! That BURNS! What the FUCK?!”

“You got it on my dress, you fucking animal!” Syd complains, stepping back away from the dark puddle.

“Oh you were gonna take it off to show what’s left of your body anyway! Get with the now and lighten up!”

“You are SUCH an asshole!” You yell. You start kicking him in the legs. Syd joins in, thrashing him with her stiletto. The both of you back him into the corner as he tries to guard his face. The glass doors open and the three of you stop your squabbling as y’all realize there has been an audience for the last few seconds.  

The pair of security guards from yesterday are standing near the elevator, both looking somewhat amused about the elevator fight, and two men are sitting on either side of the tiny desk, one of them being O’Hara and the other is your ex boss.

“Oh… uh, hi!” Syd stammers, taken aback by the present company. Brody pushes her aside and strides across the room with his hand extended.

“Hey, Mister O’Hara! The name’s Brody Tice! Nice to meet-”

“The hell are you guys doing here?” O’Hara asks.

“Hey, yeah, I didn’t get to meet you yesterday-  had some stuff come up, but I heard you were here today, so I thought-”

“Then SIT,” O’Hara demanded.

“Actually, I do better standing!” 

“Sit the hell down, Brody,” Micheal snaps, “Now’s not the time!”

[Brody mumbles something about being fine where he is.]

“Is everything okay, Micheal?” Syd asks, defaulting to an innocent tone.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Micheal says with glossed, lazy eyes. He always had this look whenever he was forced to care, “Someone formerly in our department just complained about some old history and we are trying to smooth it out.”

"Oh, this is beyond smoothing out," O'Hara said with an unsafe tone while smiling, "Yeah, this little game you have going on comes to an end today."

"What game?!" Micheal scoffs, leaning back in his chair.

“I’ve had my AI assistant cross-reference your employment history and your payment history and I did not like what she told me," O'Hara says, putting his giant paws together, "You’ve been withholding payment from your employees by not immediately updating their salary in the system after they were given a raise. And you’d neglect doing anything until they actually confront you about it, and even then, you never paid them the missing difference. And you did this, let's say, roughly eighty times in the past four years?”

Your blood boils. This man has been a parasite this whole time while you scraped by. Micheal looks back and forth at Syd and Brody, unable to keep eye contact with O'Hara.

"Wha- WHICH of you- Syd! I thought I could TRUST you!" Micheal stammers.

"What? Micheal! No! I didn't say anything about you!"

Micheal's gaze darts to Brody, but then he swivels his head to you instead.

"Was it you?!"

"Wow, you're really just gonna look for someone to blame, huh?" Brody scoffs.

"Whoever did this doesn't know who they're messing with!" Micheal says, his face red as he shakes, "I have too much as stake to be taken down by some rat!"

“It was ME!” you yell, not willing to take anything else laying down anymore, “I confirmed what happened!”

Micheal looks genuinely surprised at you yelling. Syd just blinks awkwardly and Brody grins. O’Hara is still sitting with his elbows resting on his desk, watching from behind clasped fingers.

“What on earth did you-”

“The ultimatum you gave me! You pulled me aside into the maintenance closet and made me choose between getting fired or demoted, REMEMBER?!”

“We took you into the maintenance closet because the situation was private-”

“You just didn’t want anyone with a brain noticing you were doing something illegal!”

“He was on vacation!” Syd said defensively, “You should have just waited-”

“Oh that’s SUCH bullshit! He wanted to see how long he could go without actually paying me what I was owed!” 

“It was just a fluke in the system-”

“It was no fluke, it was CALCULATED!” You snap, stepping towards her with your finger in her face, “And you should know, Syd! You fucking stood there watching like the stupid little henchman you are! You KNEW Micheal was doing something illegal and you did NOTHING to report it! And we know why! Because you KNEW if I went down, you would instantly get my position as vice head PR accountant! You were a snake from the start and always HAVE been!”

“Oh shush! You were sniveling and crying like a BABY, begging to keep the job! I may be what I am but at least I have some dignity-”

“Sydney! Let’s not push it!” Micheal warned.

“That’s fucking laughable coming from you, y’know that?” Brody says to Syd, “You are the LAST person with any dignity around here! You dropped your panties for Ashton when I told you he was head of our department! You didn’t even try to research him or anything! You just did it because you’re a whore.”

“And you!” you yell, pointing at Brody.

“Ah, let’s hear it!” He retorts.

“You are the biggest lying asshole in this whole fucking industry! How the fuck has no one laid you out yet?! All that alpha dog bullshit has gone so far up your ass, I don’t know where your sexist bullshit ends and where your goddamn shit-eating grin begins! You gotta tear people down because you aren’t strong enough to hack it with the big dogs, are ya?! ARE YA, BRODY?! Oh, look at me! I’m Brody Tice! I’m too mean and stupid to make meaningful relationships work, so I bully others to assert a false sense of dominance! And if that don’t work, I resort to telling people I was diddled in the doo doo hole by my best friend Ashton because that’s the kind of LOSER I am!”

Brody’s pride is on the line, and he was not taking too kindly to you airing out his dirty laundry in front of O’Hara. He steps up to you, his fake smile now grinding into a dangerous sneer.

“Oh, NOBODY has laid me out yet because they CAN’T!”

“You are so full of shit!”

“Go ahead and make your move, then!”

“Everyone just stop!” Syd pleads anxiously.

“You can't always get away with everything you’ve DONE!” You say coldly. Blood is rushing in your ears and you can feel your neck getting hot. Brody jabs you in the shoulder with his knuckles.

“Make your move, bitch-” 

Having seen enough, O’Hara stands up and swiftly grabs Brody by the front of his shirt. He leads the smaller man around on his toes as they come face to face. Brody’s eyes bulge.

“Wow, man! Your hands are massive-”

 O’Hara picks the whole man up and one-arm slams Brody through the tiny desk. Just *bam* throws him down TLC style. Travel-sized bottles fly everywhere.

Brody stares up at the ceiling, making a long minuscule whining sound. The desk is finished and everyone is frozen in place. 

“Quitar este loser,” he commanded, pointing down at Brody and flicking his finger at the door. The two guards grabbed Brody and lifted him out of the rubble. 

“As for you two,” he said, turning to Syd and Michael, “clean out your desks!”

“W-why?!” Syd whined

“You can't do this!” Michael begged, his grey eyes bulging, "I have been with this department for thirty years! I was here when your father ran this place!"

O'Hara clenches his jaw and fists. His eyes flash dangerously.

"--Though you do a spectacular job as CEO, WAY better than... It-It really was an honest fluke, I get very overwhelmed with all my responsibilities- please! You can’t fire me!”

He stares down Micheal, considering him a little longer. He drops his scowl and lets his hands free.

“Relax, I’m not firing you or Miss Sarcoth here,” O’Hara says with a falsely kind tone, “I mean, you really should be fired, but a guy your age doesn’t stand a chance in the private sector, so I’m moving you both to the custodial department! They’ll love you there!”

“Oh... well alright,“ Michael mutters, eyes bugged out at the giant financial nuke that missed him by inches.

“Wait, why am I being dragged down too?!” Syd whined, “there’s no proof I was even THERE!”

“There's lots of surveillance of your complacency and possible cooperation, Miss Sarcoth. Don’t even bother trying to argue your way out of this one. Now both of you, off to your new jobs! C’mon! You only get one chance!”

O'Hara gives them both a clenched smile. Syd and Micheal exchange confused stares.

“Go on before I get pissed off,” he said in a colder tone.

They scramble to gather their coats and rush out of the room. Those two jackasses who screwed with your livelihood just to make themselves laugh are now fucking off to whatever hell hole O’Hara has decided to stuff them into.

O’Hara sighs and paces away. He grumbles about idiots fucking around with their goddamn money. You clear your throat. He straightens his anti glare lenses then looks at you.

“Have a seat, since you’re here.”

You sit down where Michael was seated before. You stare this guy down because this is it! You are ready for hellfire. You are ready for searing words and possible loss of a limb or head in the conversation to come. You squint at those red eyes behind the comically large lenses. How has nobody accused him of being a vampire? Either way, you are ready to gamble it all, to hell with being cautious!

You are gonna take this vampire down.

“You are wondering why I canceled our meeting, yeah?” He asks with raised brows.

You are relieved he brought it up first.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I decided I don’t need a secretary,” he said, “turns out it’s too damn stressful and stupid. I’ve been doing just fine with my AI assistant.”

“What about all the people who wanted to work for you?”

“They have their own jobs already, it’s not like they have nothing to go back to.”

“Well I don’t,” you say, gripping the edge of your chair. He makes a curious face.

“You have a job, what do you mean-“

“I’ve been cheated, blackmailed, rejected, declined, and robbed, all because of idiots like Michael and Syd… and that idiot Brody! I’m not about to let a dismissive playboy who fires people left and right, AND moonlights as Spider-Man kick me down without a fight-“

O’Hara comes back over and sits down in his chair quickly, making you flinch, but he’s smiling.

“So you WERE awake when I saved you!”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. You are now shaking but not breaking your stare from his amused expression.

“Now you know who I am and what I do… at least only the tip of that gargantuan iceberg… so what do you want? Money? You gonna blackmail me?”

“What fucking choice do I have?” You say heatedly, “I lost everything down there in that hell hole! My data sticks, my phone, all of that was my LIFE in order, and now I either go further into debt or I get a better job that will take care of me for the rest of my life!”

O’Hara leans back into his chair, his brow furrowed as he rubs his chin.

“Don’t think for a second I’m not grateful for you saving my life! I don’t know how you knew I needed saving but you did!”

“My AI assistant Lyla informed me your location was moving down to a notorious criminal breeding ground. I thought you were one of those Black Market Demons trying to infiltrate Alchemax for drugs.”

“What?”

“I mean the descriptors fit. I guessed you were financially unstable and turning to gambling because you had a Rapture habit. But… you didn’t seem physically unwell like a Rapture user. The only other possibility was that you were being kidnapped. Since I already met you and saw it about to happen, I just couldn’t ignore it.”

You look to the floor, feeling bad about readying yourself to fight this guy.

“I knew you needed help. I'm sorry about your data sticks and all your money. I didn’t know- you do have a bank account, right? I mean, you have a job-”

“My job salary goes there, yeah, but that goes straight into automated payments since I’m on the Alchemax home-employment plan… I have the data sticks because my bank won’t accept anything considered gambling money. And I don’t have enough earnings for an offshore account… so I kept it all on the data sticks…”

He is hanging on every word now. You look up at those sad bespectacled eyes.

“Also… I just wanted some personal spending money for myself. I just wanna wear nice stuff and eat something else besides mineral bars…”

He politely watches you try not to feel sorry for yourself. You are both quiet for a little spell. You can hear the wind outside, and an automated cleaning system starts spraying the shit out of the glass elevator. It sounds like a car wash.  All that coffee on the floor is being washed away.

He sighs and looks out the windows.

“Well, I can’t say I wasn’t impressed at the decade and a half you put into PR work for Alchemax,” he finally says. You wipe away a single tear and look up at him as he pulls up your files on his neat watch. He picks out your best work with his calloused but beautiful hands, “You started running hot meals for the Alchemax elderly program at fifteen years old… went into mail room tech for a while there, occasionally doing lobby work and handling public events… not bad at all.”

"Thanks," you say modestly.

“Most of all, I really admire that you came here. I don’t know how you knew I’d be here, but you must have some great resources to pull that off. I'm impressed.” 

You smile at him weakly. He smiles back.

“What do you think about taking Micheal's old job?” 

“Wha- REALLY?!”

“Ah I’m sure you’ll do fine! Besides, I didn’t know who I was gonna pick as head of PR account and finances, anyway! So, what do you say?”

You stand up and so does he. You extend your hand and he takes it.

“Thank you for this opportunity, sir! I won’t let you down!”

“You actually don’t have a choice.”

You smile but then feel yesterday’s emotions catch up with you. The darkness with the dead bodies and freaky black market demons. Running until your legs were on fire and your lungs hurt. Being surrounded by those demons in the darkness. You dive in for a hug.

“Thank you for saving my life…” you murmur into his shirt.

“C’mon, I’m Spider-Man, it’s what I do.”

You hold your head against those mighty pecs of his. His dress shirt is so silky and soft and smells like the kind of detergent that goes hard like crack. You go ahead and wrap the other arm around him as you behold the heartbeat of a hero, something so rare in any day and age. You will never forget this sensation as he carefully pats your back.

“Ah, okay, just take it all in… I’m only allowing this once… hey, also promise me you'll keep my secret, okay?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"I'm not kidding. If you go telling people I'm Spider-Man, I'll make you clean toilets. SPECIFICALLY toilets. And only toilets."

You start to giggle. He does too.

"Just toilets, all day and all night! I'm serious. I know we are laughing but I'm dead serious. No estoy bromeando! Comprendes?"

"Si comprendes," you manage to muffle out.

"Good, good... Okay get off me. Please.”

You smile and let him go. He gives you an awkward smile and rubs the side of his massive neck. 

"So... seeing as I'm removing Micheal and pretty much any and all staff members who conspired with him, you’ll need to hire your own assisting staff. You have anyone in mind?”

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“I’m going to lunch!” You call out as you leave your glass paneled office. 

“You want me to go ahead and send out this mass email, dear?” Your mother says from behind her grand desk.

“You let Speshall look at it, right?”

“It’s wordy but I’m sure it’s fine,” Speshall says from her office area. She returns to her phone, “Oh they eloped?! To where?!”

Your new staff has it's own habits but they are much better than the unjust monsters running things before. You walk onto the elevator (the only one since the other two are STILL broken), and the nice Indian man from weeks ago joins you.

"How's life, Arjuna?" You ask.

"Ah, in-laws are staying over for a month."

"Oh? Is that bad?"

"Not really. Let's say I just might jump out a window," he says, slyly.

"Well I know a few custodians perfect for the job!" you blurt out. The both of you crack up laughing. You fortunately don't have to ever see Micheal, Syd, and Brody on a daily basis since O'Hara sent them off to clean in the Alchemax Museum of Tech, but that hasn't stopped you or your friends from making them the butt of all your jokes.

You walk out into the lobby of the Alchemax Business Bureau, where you see your red Maglev Nova outside waiting in the rain. 

“All fueled up, boss!” Says the old receptionist behind the counter. He’s drinking his coffee in peace.

“Thanks, Stan!” You say.

You walk outside to your car. The paint job was redone and all her internal issues gone as she hums cleanly, awaiting your arrival. You open the door to get in.

"HEY!"

You look over the Nova. You see O'Hara across the street.

“Miguel! Hey!” 

“Hey! We doin’ this?”

“Yeah! I got some coupons for double thick enchiladas! Two for the price of one!”

“Ay, you and those coupons! I told you, I’m buying! Woah-“

He steps back as a truck flies past him. It drives right through a puddle, drenching the man. He stands there all stunned; his jacket was folded on his arm and his dress shirt soaked.

He gapes at you and you realize you are staring at the wet shirt clinging to his chiseled body. 

“We- we can stop by the dry cleaners on the way," you stammer as you politely look away.

๋࣭ ⭑🕸 fin 🕸๋࣭ ⭑

Thank you for reading.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara art #Miguel & You #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #kinda but not really #enough to make a rando uncomfortable

[zoeykallus]

Hello Zoey! Hope all is well with you. I was just wondering if maybe you could write some Bad Batch + Rex, Fives headcannons about how they would react to having a Cyare who is headstrong, bold, and outspoken to injustice. No pressure if you can't, I still love your work!🥰

Aloha!

Nothing is well, but I'm still breathing 😋 Out of spite. Thanks for asking though.

I really like the idea! I think this could be interesting with most of them. Let me see...

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

Yes, I listened to Metallica

Hunter

He shares your quest for justice, however Hunter is more the calmer, more composed part of your team. Where you might sometimes be a bit headstrong and want to get to the righteous goal at any cost, he reminds you to stay grounded.

Hunter makes sure you don't put yourself in danger, no matter how honorable your goal.

"You have to know your limits and stay within them. You do want to achieve more than just this one goal, so you should keep your head and be strategic, it sometimes takes longer or is more difficult, but more effective in the end."

He's on your side, but doesn't always agree with you about your approach. But Hunter is good at helping you direct your energies in the right direction and keep your feet on the ground.

Echo

He has a strong sense of justice and even if he is a rather quiet guy, you both have the stubbornness in common. As a soldier, Echo has also learned that there are limits, even if he is quite willing to get his hands dirty, weighing risks and benefits, especially if you are in the game, are also part of it for him.

He is always ready to fight with you for the good cause, he also takes risks, but only conditionally. Echo is not ready to sacrifice you, no matter how good the cause you are fighting for is. He knows how stubborn and risky you are, actually he is too, but when your life might be in danger, he resists.

The two of you can talk fierily about topics that matter to you, and hours can go by. You two will never get bored.

Wrecker

Oh dear. Chaos is inevitable here. Wrecker is an energetic person who likes to be carried away by people with your qualities. He always covers your back, he is extremely willing to take risks, which can be dangerous for both of you. Because your stubbornness and willingness to take risks, meet with his and as a concentrated charge tempts you not infrequently to dangerous maneuvers on the way to the just goal.

It is quite possible that close friends from the outside will try to influence you, especially people like Hunter or Echo.

"You're going to get yourselves killed if you keep this up," Hunter says sternly, and Echo agrees, "No matter how righteous your goal, no one benefits if you get killed on the way there."

Tech

He is brave, but also very clever and logical. If you want to rush head over heels into a fight for justice, you can count on him slowing you down first, reminding you that there are other ways. Tech does not do this to stop you, but to give you at least three alternative, less dangerous but at least twice as effective suggestions.

Of course, he tries to talk you out of your stubborn, dangerous ideas, as your partner he is worried about you and wants you to be safe. But he also knows that he can't change your quest for justice, he doesn't want to, he just wishes your approach would be more thoughtful.

No matter what you decide, he will not abandon you, even if you continue your stubborn plan, he will cover your back, even if he knows that he and you are in danger. Before he lets you go alone, he will always be by your side and bear the risk with you.

Crosshair

Of course, he also has a certain sense of justice, but Crosshair does not like to interfere in the affairs of others. If it were up to him, he would stay out of everything, but now you are at his side, and you can't stand any injustices you see, even if they don't affect you personally.

On top of that, you're stubborn and willing to take risks. You regularly see his eye roll, Crosshair is often annoyed by how stubborn, fiery and hard-headed you are about getting your way and helping everyone you meet.

"We can't take responsibility for every living thing in this damn galaxy".

Of course, he still helps you out, though you have to listen to a grumble or two. Actually, Crosshair only interferes in other matters when he inevitably gets involved in them, he wouldn't do that on his own. Through you, though, he doesn't have much choice, he won't let you go off on your own and risk your head.

"Found another new quest to throw yourself into? Can't leave you alone for five minutes, kitten."

Rex

Dutiful, full of sense of honor, brave and clever. You could hardly have a better partner. Rex is always ready to fight for a just cause and with his experience as a soldier he is the perfect back up.

He's not above getting his hands dirty, but he's also smart and a good strategist. Rex won't let you go headlong into danger and no matter how stubborn you are, Rex is more stubborn. He will always help you achieve the right goal, but never at the expense of your well-being or even your life.

He does the right thing because it is just that, the right thing. However, Rex does not like to be the center of attention, after work is done he retreats quickly if possible, and if possible together with you.

In Rex, you have not only a sacrificial, loving partner, but also an absolutely reliable, loyal comrade-in-arms who shares your desire for justice.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[briefcrusadedonut]

Wild Ranchers character info;

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Name: Moon (Moony).

Gender & Pronouns: Has no gender, he/they.

Species: Research animatronic/android.

Occupation: Researcher and explorer. (Slime rancher)

Favorite Slime(s): Phosphor and Batty slimes.

Relationships: Sun (twin "brother"),

Y/n, his slimes.

Beginning: Moon went with his brother to do as much research as possible, he is very serious about his work and won't let up either. He left earth to support and help his brother while also maintaining a nice stream of info in their database.

Middle: As everything kept changing and the world got a bit bigger, he was happy he had Sun, and now even Y/n with them, even if him and Y/n weren't on the best of terms, they both liked each other enough.

End: Moon was content, no more secrets or big mysteries, he wasn't left in the dark anymore and that made him so much happier. His brother and both of their partner would even help with his research!

First impression on Y/n: Skittish, secretive, oblivious, suspiciously good with slimes...

How they met Y/n: Moon had met

Y/n in the overgrowth, them doing quite a bit of "wandering" in a not so safe area, but any time a slime got angry or aggressive, they would just do something to calm it down??? Even feeding a feral largo to stop it from biting him!

Summary: Moon is an observant, cunning, moron at times kind of person. They are a slight workaholic, but Sun keeps him at healthy limits, even if it's difficult. Moon can either quickly catch onto something or be completely blind to the answer. He's serious and stern, but that doesn't always come in handy for them, unlike hjs 7 feet in height.

Appearance: His basic form is still the 7 foot cannon version, except that he wears a vac pack and baggy clothing since he doesn't do a lot of running around, his clothes can differ a bit but stick mostly to a black turtle neck sweater with navy blue pants and light blue slippers.

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Name: Sun (Sunny).

Gender & Pronouns: Has no gender, he/him.

Species: Research animatronic/android.

Occupation: Researcher and explorer. (Slime rancher)

Favorite Slime(s): Glamor, Pink, and Cotton slimes.

Relationships: Moon (twin "brother"), Y/n, his slimes.

Beginning: Sun loved the thought of running around and taking care of cute little creatures as well as leaning about them, so why wouldn't he want to go to the far far range to fo just that?

Middle: Sun has come to realise this isn't all as simple as say and do, but it was actually a very complex thing... but that would not deter Sun from making slimey friends! Especially with a certain rancher now able to help him through it all so he doesn't put the slimes (or himself) in danger.

End: Sun, now sharing a lover with his brother and a large understanding of the far far range (and even beyond that) is overjoyed to have that not so simple little life in the stars, he doesn't regret for a second leaving earth.

First impression on Y/n: Shy, inexperienced, humble little bean, slimes love them!

How they met Y/n: Sun was running around the dry reef, playing with a few pink slimes, when Y/n had fell off of one of the cliff areas they were using as a shortcut, landing on a pink-tabby largo before getting smothered by it. Sun automatically squealed in response to the adorable scene which caused Y/n to quickly look over since they didn't recognize his voice, leading to quite the... awkward encounter on their end, Sun was happy with it himself though.

Summary: Sun is a bubbly extrovert that loves slimes, games, a hugs! He is about 7 feet tall with flexible limbs, making it quite easy for him to get around. Sun can be a bit naive with his positive thinking, but that childish like wonder just makes him easier to get to know!

Appearance: Sun is in his basic cannon glory, but wear the vac pack with orange overalls with a pocket in the front (for snacks), a white t-shirt, and brown boots. He is still 7 foot in height, with his noisy bells with dark red ribbons.

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Name: Y/n, M/n, L/n.

Gender & Pronouns: Neither, they/them.

Species: Human.

Occupation: Slime carer and protector. (Slime rancher)

Favorite Slime(s): What’s yours?

Relationships: Lots of slimes, every type. Sun and Moon.

Beginning: Y/n lives on rainbow island, however likes to go explore every area at least once a week, unfortunately that meant the occasional accidental encounter.

Y/n definitely doesn't trust Sun or Moon, especially once they find out that they are researchers since Y/n has seen the horrors of what some researchers try to do to those poor slimes. The thought made Y/n feel sick, even feeling bad for Tar slimes...

Middle: Y/n took a while to open up, but once Sun and Moon finally gained their trust Y/n showed them more of the far far range, showing them every trick in the book and even eventually showing them their home too.

End: Y/n, falling in love, most would call someone who said that crazy! But it did happen, and it made Y/n so god damn happy.

First impression on Moon: Serious, hard worker, threat.

How they met Moon: Y/n was walking around a specific area, looking for some mint mangos at the time before running into Moon nearly getting chomped on, quickly feeding the slime since they knew what to do, but he apparently did not.

First impression on Sun: Bubbly idiot, probably easily manipulated, threat.

How they met Sun: Y/n met Sun on accident, hating every second of it except for when a pink-tabby largo smothered them with affection, although they felt bad for the poor slime having to break their fall moments prior, they were more irritated that Sun checked if they were okay but didn't check on the slime.

Summary: Y/n can be a very understanding yet judgemental person, once you gain their trust fully then it's a hard thing to lose, and if you manage to fully lose it... let's just say you won't get that level of trust back. Y/n is around 5'7 give or take a few inches, which can be frustrating but great for slime cuddles! They travel to and from rainbow island by boat, never leaving the boat out in the open. Since they basically grew up on the far far range and rainbow island, they have an almost encyclopedic knowledge on slimes and the different areas, knowing everything like the back of their hand! Which does mean they don't know a lot about earth, but they aren’t planning on going anytime soon.

Appearance: Y/n is about 5'6 in height with medium to short hair that is often worn in twin buns for convenience. They don't wear the vac pack, unlike Sun and Moon, but they do wear a black tank top with a red jacket, baggy brown pants, and black & white sneakers (that are usually badly tied).

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Overall Summary: Sun and Moon are two ranchers that have come to the far far range, wanting to explore the new world and get away from the whole chaos of earth. However within the next couple of months as they settle down into their new home they meet another rancher, among the many, who stick out. With a few secrets tucked behind their sleeves and much more experience than them the adventures are endless!

#Wild Ranchers #Sun #Moon #dca au #Y/n

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Well on that note, how about pregnancy kink in general? Especially with Chrissy being more far along.

I 100% think that Eddie would, in all seriousness, ask their doctor at an ultrasound if there's any danger of him poking the baby. Chrissy acts like she's ashamed but also, she had the same question, because Christian Kids don't understand anatomy, so she's secretly glad he brought it up.

As for the actual pregnancy kink, it would be a field of buried landmines that neither of them know they're stepping on until, oops. Boom. Chrissy's body issues combined with her shit about her mom combined with pregnancy hormones would be a lot, and I think it would be extremely difficult for her to stay completely neutral or rational about the changes in her body.

Which, back to the kink, is a real problem for Eddie, who is absolutely obsessed with all the changes, especially as she gets further along. He's very much digging everything about her, but he has to play it super safe. She gets mad if he's too nice to her, or sweet with her, or complimentary of her body, which maybe turns into a further kink of its own. Mean Domme Chrissy letting him rub her feet, or her back, or eating her out, or whatever's gong to give her a little relief. He can do what she says, but he's not allowed to talk.

Eddie deals with this sacrifice nobly, obviously, and occupies his mouth with other things.

Chrissy will allow it, because he's a very good boy.

Thank you for this--I hadn't thought much about it, but this is the direction my mind went!

Asks on Asks on Asks

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[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Do you have good info on keeping super dwarf reticulated pythons? I got one at a reptile show since the breeders gave me a good impression and i have some snake experience but probably should have done more research on the exact species before buying. Also the internet reccomendstions for tank size just look small to me, eyeballing him in there. The breeders did not warn me that there is restrictions crossing state lines with them which makes me trust their info less. Willing to give snake up if thats better for him but i would like to take care of him if possible, i love him very much.

Super dwarf retics can be very tricky. In terms of care, they're as easy as mainland retics (temp gradient of 90-78 and humidity at 60-70% is perfect) - the biggest things to be aware of are:

You'll need to start hook-training early. Retics have amazing food responses, but their size (even SDs) and strength means you do not want a mistaken feeding bite from them.

For pythons, reticulated pythons grow pretty fast. Expect you'll need to start thinking about the adult enclosure within 2 years.

Now - there are a few things specific to super dwarf retics that make them extremely tricky. They're still very new to the pet trade, and these things are the reason I don't have one yet. Here are the most important things I think you should think about:

Do you know the locality specifics? The locality a SD retic is from has a major impact on how big it will get, and most SDs sold aren't pure locality. Kalatoa, Madu, and Karompa localities average 6-8 feet long, Kayuadi average 7-10, Selayer islands average 10-13, and Jampea average 13-16. Most snakes sold as SD retics are going to get bigger because they've been crossed with mainland retics - you can expect pretty much any snake that isn't over 80% locality to hit at least 15 feet long at the absolute minimum.

Because of this, it's almost impossible for me to give you a good enclosure size because I don't know how big your snake is going to get. My minimum for enclosures is always big enough for the snake to stretch along one wall - a 6x4x4 would be my minimum recommendation for a pure SD Kalatoa, Madu, or Karompa, and for a snake that's been crossed with mainland retics, I'd recommend at least a 15-foot enclosure (I know it's difficult for private keepers to provide that, let alone longer).

It's probably smart to start preparing for the possibility that he might get bigger than you'd prepared for. If you live alone, I would start scouting out friends to help you in the case he exceeds about 12 feet long - at that point, it's dangerous to handle a giant snake alone. I'd also start thinking about what you'll do if he outgrows rats - are there any rabbit farms near you?

SD retics are still legally classified the same as mainland retics, so you'll have to be very careful when doing things such as crossing state lines and even seeking out veterinary care. Most exotics vets will be okay with seeing him, especially if he has enough locality in him to stay smaller, but be prepared for a bit of hassle, and smaller vets who don't have people trained in handling giant snakes might not be able to see him.

Wishing you and him all the best! Like all retics, SDs are a huge responsibility, and especially as you mention you don't entirely trust his breeder anymore, there's an extra layer of uncertainty in your situation since you can't be sure exactly how big he's going to end up.

#not a rating #reticulated pythons #super dwarf retics

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 30 - The Shadow and The Brute

This bit of the hero/villain verse takes place in between the other two I've written this month - after Leave Me Alone and before Interrogation (both of which you can find on the masterlist!)

Bruno aka The Brute belongs to Izzy, who wrote most of his dialogue for this piece and helped come up with the idea for it.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

Contains: lady whump, supervillain whump, beating, broken ribs, mild blood, corporal punishment, talk of death, referenced parental abuse, brief self-deprecating thoughts, touch aversion, passing out

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

Kamaria whirls around, heart lodging itself in her throat as soon as she hears Roderick’s voice. Swallowing past it, she gestures lamely toward the end of the alley where she’d been heading. “Going back to headquarters?”

He takes a couple of slow steps forward, eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe you finished your mission.” 

She grits her teeth. This was bound to happen, she just thought she’d have until she got back to prepare herself for it. He’s never met her outside of headquarters like this before. “I couldn’t. Got stopped by The Brute.”

“He stopped you.” His voice is a dangerous growl now, and he storms forward until he’s looming over her. Kamaria refuses to back up. “Show me. Show me right this instant how, exactly, it is that he stopped you. Because it looks to me like you are standing upright, walking, even. I see no blood. I see no broken bones. And even if I did see those things, I know that I have trained you to take a lot more pain than that and keep going. So explain to me again why you’re on your way back without completing your mission, because I am sick and tired of hearing that The Brute stopped you while you are still alive and on your feet.”

This is going to end very badly. “Look, he’s…relentless.” Relentless in showing up, at least, making her life so much more difficult but somehow better at the same time. “I can tell when a fight isn’t going anywhere.” Mostly because neither of them want it to go anywhere. “I could show you the bruises he left on me, but I don’t really want to strip down in this alley and you probably wouldn’t be able to tell them from yours, anyway…”

The punch across her face is predictable. It was either that, or he grabbed her by her hair or throat, and she honestly prefers the punch. It whips her head to the side, but she stands firm. 

“You don’t get to decide that ‘a fight isn’t going anywhere’. Your job is to make the fight go somewhere. All these times you’ve clashed with The Brute…he should be dead by now.”

He really should be. She’s had hundreds of opportunities to kill him, especially now when he’s decided it’s all just a game between the two of them. 

But she can’t. He may be a hero, but he’s the only person in the whole world who treats her like a human being. She doesn’t want him dead. 

“If I could, I would have! He’s too strong.”

“Then maybe we should just make you stronger, hm?”

That’s all the warning she gets. Roderick lays into her, slamming his fist into her face. She stumbles backwards a couple of steps, blood immediately pouring from her nose and reflexive tears stinging her eyes. He punches her again, and the taste of blood fills her mouth from a cut in her cheek. 

Still, she keeps her arms down by her sides. She’s not allowed to fight back.

He switches to her stomach, instead, doubling her over after two hits, at which point he grabs her by the shoulders and throws her into the brick wall. It would be easy to just crumple to the ground. She’ll end up there eventually, anyway. But if she falls too early it makes him mad, he wants her to withstand it for as long as possible. 

So she trips, and wavers, but straightens herself back up to face him. And the hits keep coming. By the time she does actually fall to her knees, she can’t take a breath, the alley is spinning in vicious circles around her, and her head feels like it’s being repeatedly stabbed. She does attempt to get back up, but he kicks her in the chest, knocking all the remaining oxygen from her lungs and bruising her spine against the wall.

Kamaria catches herself on her hands as she retches. Another kick sends her toppling over onto her side. Instinctively she wants to curl up, to protect her head and organs, but she has to stay limp and vulnerable, to let him do what he wants. He won’t kill her, anyway. He’ll drag her back after this, make her use her power to keep herself alive if he goes too far. It won’t change how much she hurts, though.

He targets one spot on her side, slamming his heel into it over and over until the ribs give way. Then he turns his attention to her legs, leaving bruises all up and down them, with a few more shots to the stomach in between. 

Suddenly he pauses. Kamaria’s vision is too blurred to see what he’s doing, she can only hope that he’s done. Every breath rattles in her chest and sends pain shooting through her center. This is definitely one of the worst punishments she’s had in a while. The next few days are going to be horrible to deal with, especially if her father still insists on sending her out on assignments.

Seconds pass, then Roderick delivers one more swift kick to her knee before his footsteps hurry away. He…didn’t take her with him. She lifts her head, just barely, trying to blink away the fog and see where he went without success. Is he just…leaving her here? Does he want her dead, after all? Or is this some kind of test, to see if she can make it back on her own?

She allows herself a quiet groan as she drops her head back to the ground, but cuts it off and tenses up as more footsteps approach. A figure hovers over her for a moment before crouching down. She tries and fails not to flinch as their hands reach toward her.

“Shadow. Oh, no…”

Wait, she recognizes that voice. 

“It’s okay, it’s me, Brute.” A string of curses spills from his lips. “Okay okay, we need to get you help.”

No. No, that’s the last thing she needs, all of this happened to start with because she and Brute are too attached, because she can’t just kill him and he refuses to hurt her. If she doesn’t get back to headquarters right now, she’s going to be in even worse trouble. 

She shifts, trying to get her arms underneath her so she can sit up. Everything in her body throbs with the movement. “‘m fine. Don’…don’ need help. Gotta…get back.”

“Don’t try to get up!” His hands grip her shoulders, and she jerks backwards away from him. She lands on her back, vision going black as pain erupts in her skull. 

Brute’s voice is muffled, barely filtering past her own harsh breathing. “Shadow…keep your eyes on me.” He swears again. “This isn’t good. Okay, I don’t care about the code right now.”

He’s touching her again, but she can’t pull away this time. He moves too quickly and decisively, sliding one arm beneath her knees and the other under her shoulders and lifting her off the ground far too easily. Kamaria bites back a gasp. Her head is swimming with both panic and pain. Her cheek is resting against his shoulder and the proximity makes her skin crawl, but she can’t seem to lift it up. All she manages is slapping at him weakly with one hand.

“No, no, don’...don’ touch me…gotta…go back…” 

“Your ribs are broken…at the very least! You can’t make it back on your own.” He’s running with her in his arms, and every step jostles her injuries. “Look, you got to trust me for once. I…I won’t lose you.”

It isn’t that she doesn’t trust him. She shouldn’t trust him, he’s a hero, but that’s not something she can even fully grasp right now, much less worry about. She knows he’s trying to help, but he doesn’t understand that she’s suffocating from being held, and that every second she spends away from headquarters is more pain she’ll experience later. And how can she explain that to him? She can’t even tell him that there’s a villain’s guild without signing her own death warrant, much less that she’s said guild’s favorite punching bag. 

She wouldn’t, even if she could. She’d rather he never know how pathetic she actually is.

“Fought you with…broken ribs…before.” Also with fresh whip lashes, and with a broken arm. It’s the only argument she can think of at the moment, but she knows it won’t do any good, not now that Brute has his mind set on something.

“I know you have.” He pulls her even closer to himself. “I won’t remove the mask. I swear on it. I got a healer that can patch you up in no time. Then you can go back.”

No, that won’t work. If she comes back miraculously healed…besides the fact that he doesn’t need to be bringing other heroes into this. “...get in trouble.”

“Me or you?”

Her breath catches as he stops suddenly to look around a corner. It feels like there’s a knife stuck between her ribs. 

“Both.” Wait, no, she can’t tell him that she’ll get in trouble. “You’re a hero. Can’t…help me.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice her slip up. “I don’t care what I am and what you are. You’re a person that’s hurt. I’m not letting you die. Over my dead body.”

Before she can argue that she’s not about to die, they’re at his car. Or at least she assumes, since he’s bending down and opening a car door to put her inside.

“‘m gonna get blood on your seats.”

“So what? They don’t matter to me.” He maneuvers her through the door and into the passenger seat, and Kamaria somehow manages to keep from making any pained noises while he does so. Opening the back door, he rummages around for a moment, returning with a towel that he throws over her lap like a blanket. Then he runs around to the other side of the car and dives into the driver’s seat.

“Shouldn’t…be doing this.” She shouldn’t be letting him. She should be opening the door, throwing herself out of the car if that’s what it takes. If the villains find out that a hero helped her, she’ll be in so much trouble. If the hero guild finds out he helped her, she can’t imagine they’ll be happy with him. And if the villains decide to go after the man who did it, she’ll never forgive herself.

“Stop worrying. I’m gonna get you help.” 

The car is moving, every jolt and curve resounding through her body. She clutches the edge of the cloth seat until her knuckles ache. Brute punches buttons on his console, and a phone begins ringing, echoing loudly through the car.

“They’re gonna…hate you. Not supposed to help me. What if…what if the guild finds out…or…or the media?” It’s getting harder to talk, her face starting to swell up more in various places.

“No one is going to find out about this.” A woman’s voice comes through the speakers, and Brute rushes to reply. “Patches. I need you. I need you so bad.”

Kamaria lets her eyes drift shut, too dizzy to keep watching the scenery speed past. “They’ll find out,” she mumbles to herself. “Always find out…”

Brute and the woman are arguing, voices raised, but they’re drifting in and out of Kamaria’s focus. A hand rests on her leg, and she tenses all over. It just lays there, though. It doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hit, doesn’t hurt her in any way. Oddly, it’s…slightly comforting, despite the way her skin seems to shrivel underneath it at first. 

“Hang in there, Shadow.” His voice sounds like it’s coming from very far away. “Not much longer now.”

Kamaria stops fighting the darkness that’s been trying to claim her, allowing herself to sink deeply into it.

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[jack-is-lost]

Revenge my good sir.

Husband, one night stand, best friend: David, Marko, Michael.

Bonus: where do Dwayne and Paul fall?

I had to sleep on this one. That is how difficult this question was. I kept going back and forth between Marko and David the most. It was really hard to decide which one I’d put those two under, personally. 

Husband: David

David would be my choice to marry in the long run. Not that I don’t think ALL of the Lost Boys are marry material. Honestly, I’d happily drown in a poly pool of all four if I was lucky enough, but when narrowing down like this I’d choose David. Yeah, he can easily come off cold at times and especially hard to read at first. His love could feel like orders being dished out, but that falls back to how David is used to running things. Despite these moments, the love is there. You can tell by the smile he’d give you when the others are distracted. How those eyes seem to only see you within a crowd. And, later in the night after the wild fun is said and down, I’d imagine him stepping down from his wheelchair-like throne to sweep you away to a quiet place. Soft words in your ear, tender lingering touches without gloves, and strong arms wrapping around you. Not that he wouldn’t show his claim of you in public, of course — he isn’t shy. But quiet moments like these are just for you and him.  

One Night Stand: Marko

Marko is my choice for a one night stand. He embodies the prospect of what a fun time would be. And, without a doubt, would make it memorable. I’d imagine things not only being romantic with sweeping you off your feet — making you feel like the most special person in the immediate area — but also showing you just how far you can physically take things. He’d show you just how wild you can be! Ever wanted to drive a bike? Here’s your chance, he’d let you take the wheel of his baby — whooping and hollering to egg you on — asking you to go faster and faster. Hungry? Ever ate take-out on the roof of a very, very tall building? Closer to the sky then you’ve ever been? Up here the star’s seem brighter and the noise a little softer, muffled. He’d surprise you by sharing his knowledge of Astronomy, pointing them out as you both lay back. This is the calm moment for you two as you both share soft words and longing glances. Later in the night, just hours before sunrise, is when Marko would sweep you away from the eyes around. Without going into explicit details, I’d imagine those late hours being very kinky; heavy breathing, bite marks, with a fog rolling through your brain at the pleasures. You definitely won’t be leaving that night without fond memories.  

Best Friend: Michael

Michael is the kind of best friend that I’d imagine would break some kneecaps if needed. Strong, courageous, and a good listener — this is why I’d pick him for the best friend position. He would definitely question your choice in partners, making sure you were okay, but also willing to joke with you. He is one step away from being a brother, and maybe deep down that is how you see him. Especially if you have no siblings to call family. Michael would remind you of your safety and worry over your wellbeing while also calling you stupid when you still do something dumb. “I told you,” being a normal mantra from him, but he means well.   

Bonus: Dwayne & Paul

Paul would be the brother if there is no romantic connection because he won’t take the title of best friend as an option. While Dwayne comes with the package deal. Even if he doesn’t mind whatever title you give him, personally. Friend? Brother? A father figure you’ve never had? Or the dickhead who accidently hit you with his skateboard that ‘one time’. You need something fixed? Dwayne is there. You need to shut off your brain and forget your troubles exist? Paul is there. You have to be careful though... slipping up and talking about somebody giving you a hard time might lead to that person magically disappearing. Like two very dangerous body guards, they are there for you. This doesn’t mean that they’d coddle you, however. Dwayne believes in learning a life lesson — as long as it doesn’t put you in a life threatening situation, of course. While Paul is always down to remind you, after the fact, to stop doing stupid shit all while smiling at you and offering you a joint to forget said stupid shit.  

#answering asks #slashers-and-witchcraft #ask and you shall receive #TLB #The Lost Boys (1987) #TLB imagines #my writing

[doberbutts]

Evander Update

Evander Masterpost

After two weeks of a two week shutdown, Evander seems to have settled in to my home.

Grooming: Evander definitely will need a sanitary done regularly as his fur grows in a pattern that is hard to keep him clean, especially when he defecates. He was okay for my groomer to shave those areas but had a negative reaction to her coming into my house and needed several minutes to calm down before he was willing to let her near him. She is used to dogs like him which is why I called her over. Additionally his fur is the type that should be stripped rather than shaved technically, but if whoever adopts him doesn’t want to put in the effort then taking him once or twice a year to be neatened up by shaving/scissoring wouldn’t be terrible. His coat is easy to care for and needs regular brushing (or stripping) to help with the shedding.

Feeding: Evander is currently eating Purina Pro Plan for toy breeds and could probably switch to their small breed formula as I don’t think he needs quite that small of kibble. Occasionally I mix it with the canned food I give my dogs but he will also eat it without. He has pretty good food drive and will do anything for a hot dog or a piece of cheese.

Training: Evander is very willing to train and genuinely wants to learn and be interacted with. He is beginning to grasp recall, but will still burst through a door or climb a fence, so his future adopter will need to be prepared for a houdini (houndini). He sits and downs with ease and is learning the basics of stay, which is difficult for him because he is impatient. He pulls on walks but is not particularly reactive with people or dogs- he will bark if barked at or if startled, but otherwise is more focused on continuing his walk at his pace.

Other Animals: Evander is dog friendly! I do not know if he will be good with a male dog since I do not have one. I also do not think he will be good with cats as he is pretty adamant about chasing my neighbor’s outdoor cat out of my yard when she’s around. He is, however, very willing to play with all of my dogs big and small and provided he has proper introductions I think he would do well with a dog friend. He does not fence-fight with my neighbor’s terrier mix (who looks a lot like a black version of him, yorkie/chi) but does bark at him- in fairness, my neighbor’s dog is often running the fence line barking at my dogs, so it’s a little bit of “self defense”. Evander is NOT friendly with small pets: rabbits, hamsters, birds, etc are NOT safe around him and he WILL try to hunt them. He is a terrier, he will act like one.

Problematic Behavior: Evander’s resource guarding is probably the most concerning problematic behavior that he has. While it has improved, it is still a major factor and one I believe any future adopter will need to continue to work on as he settles in with them. When he first arrived, he would rush the gate snarling and barking and not even let me into the room if he had a bone or chew of some sort. Now he is less forward in his aggression, but will still hunker over the prize and growl as I approach. He can be distracted with a thrown hot dog or piece of cheese, and will rapidly de-escalate his aggression until he is back to “normal”, but this is probably the most dangerous behavior he has.

Evander will also have a quick growl/snap reaction to being grabbed suddenly or to sudden movements towards/over him, especially if these movements are made with feet or hands. He recovers quickly without help but again this can be very startling to an adopter that is unprepared. I have been naming different movements and motions I do with him- the one that has helped the most has been to say “up” any time I need to pick him up for any reason.

Evander does NOT like his feet being touched or messed with. I have gotten him to the point where he will freely let me touch his feet but nail trims are still problematic for him. A future adopter will need to be very understanding with him on this as likely this will remain a major source of trauma for him due to what little we know of his past. I have been doing his nails with a dremel tool to avoid any bad memories he may have of nail trimmers near his toes.

I do not know if Evander would guard his bowl from other dogs, but he does not guard his bowl from me. I feed him away from my dogs, in the spare room he’s in, or in his crate. He is fine with my dogs walking by, I do not know how he would do if they were able to reach him and I will not be exposing my dogs to the potential danger of such a situation. I advocate for all dogs to not be bothered while they are eating by humans or by dogs. This has improved the behavior regarding the food bowl to the point that it has effectively disappeared.

#evander #foster dog chronicles

[lonewhumper]

💤, 🍟, and ☀️ for Asa?

warning: talk of parental abuse/neglect and drug use.

💤 - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

He does not :( He would many times instead of sleeping go for very late night walks (like he was on when he got taken...) after arguments with his father or just to get away from any Other People there, because that house was not ever a safe environment for him. And even if he was exhausted he would force himself to stay awake or stay out which meant when he was in school (whenever he did go) he fell asleep a lot. Sleep was always dangerous in a place where there was pretty much always high strangers or at least his father around, and he's been dragged out of sleep before to be hurt, so often sleep itself or at least being unaware of possible danger is really terrifying to him. And sometimes when it was really bad, especially after Evan showed his true self and betrayed him after so long of gaining his trust/making him think things would finally get better, he'd only be able to feel safe somewhere outside and hidden, at least when it wasn't too cold. Anywhere abandoned and quiet. But...he'd always have to come back eventually. And he knew that. Which meant even then it was very difficult to fall asleep.

Feeling/being safe is necessary or being so exhausted it doesn't matter anymore, where he just eventually would pass out even if he tried not to. He often has nightmares too :( He deserves a good night's sleep so much.

After he graduated he started up a night shift job where he was still pretty dead on his feet and it wasn't a great place and it didn't pay well and his boss was terrible to him but it was better than being home, it avoided most of the bad nights and avoided seeing Evan as much as possible, and he had money to buy food at least.

🍟 - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

He'd honestly eat whatever he could 🥺 There was rarely any food in the house so when he was younger it was usually just school lunch and then if he could gather up enough for a cheap dinner at fast food places near him. And he loses his appetite a lot anyway because sad and stressed :( It was easier after he got a job, at least, but his father would also sometimes steal his money if Asa didn't hide it well enough, because he always cashed his checks and kept it close in case of emergency needing to get away, even though he never felt he'd be brave enough to. And his father would accuse him of doing bad things to get the money just to make him feel bad :( so he tried his best to pretend he didn't have any and would never bring any food back to the house because then he'd just be harassed about how/where he got it.

☀️ - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

He is definitely not. Getting up is always hell especially if he actually managed to get some sleep. Probably the first thing he'd do would be put cold water on his face to try to feel a little more alert 🥺

#world building asks #about asa #thank youuuuu #whump