#come bavk please

[choccymilllk]

hey guys get ur day nine of techno doodles days be missing because i am consumed by the craft (i wanna make a pretty base one day and post it here but i am always sidetracked)

#art !! #mcyt fanart !! #technoblade #or like doodle more like #on another note I HAVE SM FREE TIME BUT I AM ????? #like where is th free time going hello #come bavk please #like been planning on watch8ng goodomensss for likw... two months now #actually #tumblr users give me strength ‼️‼️i am watching it today 🫵💥💥💥💥💥💥💪⭐💪⭐finally my friend can talk to me ab it nd we can b insanr toget

[bexisanidiot]

NICK NOOO PLEASE COME BACK

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #BBG COME BACK PLEASE #i feel like that one scene in arcane when powder is screaming for vi to came bavk #i gotta do a brotherhood of steel thing I MISS MY BBG ALREADY

[tadpolesinyourshoes]

more od my stardew brain rot for the masses. I present:

My headcannons after life after marriage with the SDV bachelor/ettes:

Its kinda long, sorry and I also apologize for typos or if its incoherent. I'm no writer

Harvey:

You thoughy he worried avout your health BEFORE you got together, oh boy oh boy. He's alaays asking how you feel, bringing you snacks amd water while you work the farm. He cleans you up after the mines (while he lectures you about the dangers). He likes the domestic moments. The days it rains and you stay inside together with warm cups of coffee, snuggled up in the bed. Hes a classica kind of guy. He leaves roses on the table and brings you breakfast in bed. Since hes a doctor, you're both awake early. Every morning is filled with sleepy kisses and coffee. He never leaves the house without a kiss and a 'see you later'.

Shane:

This man is ANXIOUS. Hes a bundle of self doubt and insecurity. He spends his hours thinking how great you are and how itd a matter of time until you leave him. Reassure him, please. He absolutely loves every minute you're with him. Hes acrually a surprisingly good cook. He also is so good with kids. He definitely wants kids after seeing you with Jas. Hes not big on saying how he feels, but he's working on it. Instead he helps out here and there, feeding the chickens (he actually loves doing that), cleaning the house, cooking a meal when you get home late. Little touches when you're alone. His leg agaisnt yours, his hand gently in your hair while you sleep. He loves you more than anything (except the chickens. Knoe your place.)

Elliot:

He is down SO BAD. Carries a picture of the two of you everywhere. He shows you off whenever he has the chance. Hes just so proud of his sweetheart. He cooks well, but he hates cooking so you two agree to split the chores. You're his muse ans you best believe he makes it known. He leaves you poems; post-it notes on the mirror, on a napkin on the counter, written on the bavk of th grocery list, a torn out notebook page in your coat pocket. He loves when you do his hair. If you don't know how, he teaches you. On slow days on the farm, you leave the front door open for some air and you can hear him playing piano.

Alex:

His love language is tackling you (physical touch). You walk through the door and hes hugging you, kissing your cheeks, picking you up and taking you to bed. He can't cook, but he can bake. Evelyn taught him and he treasures the skill. For every anniversary, no matter how small, he makes a treat. He loves helping you around the farm because its an excuse to walk around shirtless and flex for you. He also has a weirdly green thumb. The crops wont sprout and the season is almost over? Send Alex to water them. The next moening you have a bounty like no other.

Sam:

He has ADHD so he does that peguin pebbling thing where he finds random objects and brings them to you because 'this reminded me of you.' He can't cook. For the love of yoba don't let him cook unless you want to remodel your kitchen. He still tries to be sweet though. Hes not a morning person, but when you wake up early he stumbled put of bed, hair messy, eyes closed and follows you like a sad puppy. Hes so clingy. Like SO clingy. Personal space. Gone. He talks to you through the bathroom door, holds you while you sleep, wants to be next to you all the time. He also loves your animals, especially the chickens. He has one favorite, but he won't say it (he might hurt the others feelings). Sometimes you come back from town and hes sitting outside on the porch talking to the chickens, who look strangely invested.

Sebastian:

He loves you so much, but he hates that everyone KNOWS he loves you. You gush about the sweet things he does to your friends and he goes bright red in the ears. The townsfolk ask about you so he tries to avoid having to talk to them. When you're alone though, he's the total opposite. Hes quiet, sure, but he does whatever he can to help you out. A kiss on your cheek before he goes to water the crops for you. Makes you a cup of coffee after work. When he was little, robin taught him how to carve and widdle. He makes you cute wooden figures, usually modeled after your animals. He takes you to the city for weekend date nights. He asks you to go on rides just to feel your arms around him.

Leah:

She treats you like the most beautiful painting shes ever layed her eyes on. When you're sitting with her on the beach, she'll paint dancing swirls up your arms to your hands. (Maybe you get it tattooed one day and she cries). All the paintings in your house are made by her. Much like Elliott, youre her muse. She makes you sit so she can paint you or practice sketching. But she can never get enough of you. When you lay together, she meticulously traces the shapes of your body. Your hands, your nose, your hips. Everything about you is perfect to her.

Emily:

She's a free, creative person. She wakes you up late at night to look at the stars and dance by the river. Shes been making a quilt out of scrap fabric for your bed. She tries to tesch you how to sew it so you cam be a part of it. She helps you with the crops and picks fresh vegetables when theh grow so she can make you beautiful dinners. She loves to cook for you because you always have something good to say about it. She could be on food network, you swear it. Every day when she gets ready, right after putting on her lipstick, she kisses your cheek to leave a little mark. You leave it there while you do your chores.

Penny:

Penny is naturally an early bird. She wakes up each morning with you. You two share a few minutes of quiet before stsrting coffee. You take turns making breakfast. Penny is so used to keeping the house up by herself after living with Pam, so being with you is a breath of fresh air. But she still likes to help you out. So before going to teach the kids, she helps out in the garden. You pass by in town while shes walking the kids home. You join them on their walk and Jas starts asking you for that princess story again. As you tell it, you see Penny's cheeks go pink. Its only the story of how you met. But to you it felt like a fairy tale. You walk home with your wife every day, sharing stories of your day while settling down on the porch.

Abigail:

Shes high energy. She heard about it, she wants to try it. Take her to the city to a nigt club and she'll dance circles with you all night. She makes you matching bracelets and you never dare to take it off. When you go down to the mines, she wants to come with. She doesn't fear them, but that scares you. You have to convince her to stay with the farm every time. But you always bring her a beautiful gemstone back. You think the amythest brings out her eyes. Shes a decent cook, actually. Contrary to what Sam and Sebastion may say. Her recipes are odd, but somehow, they always work out. Shes not a morning person, she won't get up even if you shake her. But somehow she knows if you forget to give her a kiss on your way out the door.

Haley:

She takes a million pictures of you. She loves to. You hide your face, she tells you how much she likes your smile. You're working on the farm and hear the shutter click. She likes the ways your arms look when you roll up your sleeves. After a long day in town, you bring her flowers. Shes always waiting up for you. She likes to slow dance in the living room and hear about your adventures from the day. She tells Alex about how great you are. Everytime you walk by and catch her off gaurd, she fixes her hair so she 'looks nice'. You just kiss her and tell her she looks nice all the time.

Maru:

She loves to help you out on thr farm. Just not... conventionally. She is her father's daughter, so shes always making you new inventions to make the farm run smoother. Better fertilizer, fresh feed thst produces better eggs, though she was banned from tending the animald after one of her feeds turned your chickens eggs bright pink. She loves to walk around town with you, always with your hand in hers. She's not a cook, but she still tries to learn from you. Shes learning, but she mostly just likes getting to be near you while you cook.

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #headcannons #sdv harvey #stardew valley elliott #sam stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #sdv shane #abigail stardew valley #maru stardew valley #penny stardew valley #leah stardew valley #emily stardew valley

[nebulous-library]

wine & dine

Series: Bungo Stray Dogs Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Reader Word count: 3.2k Genre/ContentTags: Not Safe For Worms - chuuya is too sloshed to get it up, he has a broken lizard (a reptile dysfunction), this is mostly ur standard stuff, making out, hand stuff, mouth stuff, cunnilingus, lots of cunnilingus, if that was not explicitly clear, chuuya is kinda crabby but what else is new, alcohol consumption, no y/n usage

[Part 2 - the bonus chapter] [Read on AO3]

**MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY**

Summary: When your plans for Chuuya’s birthday go awry, he keeps himself busy with a nice bottle of wine. However, when you arrive later that evening, you find that the wine has caused certain complications for Chuuya. No matter — he’s going to have a birthday feast one way or another.

A/N: Taking a leap and posting this without having it beta read (my beta reader has sm on her plate rn and I want her to prioritize herself first and foremost, everyone plz send her lots and lots of love), so please excuse any mistakes you may find. Also really trying to exercise just like, writing for my own body type first and foremost. So this one goes out specifically to the girlies who are taller and thiccer than Chuuya Nakahara.

Anyway, bone apple teeth, and happy birthday to my sweet widdle chuu chuu train.

7:12 p.m. Boss has me running a couple errands. 

7:13 p.m. I’ll be a little later than we planned. 9 at the latest. We still good for tonight?

Chuuya exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. How convenient that the Boss had you working late on the same day he’d told Chuuya to call it an early day – his birthday. 

“‘Oh, you work so hard, Chuuya.’ he says, ‘You should enjoy your birthday, Chuuya,’ he says,” Chuuya grumbles to himself from the confines of his quarters, downing his second glass of wine this evening. “‘Take this bottle from my cellar, Chuuya, you deserve it,’ he says.” Chuuya knocks back the last sip, somewhat aggressively setting it down on the table. 

7:15 p.m. Yep. See you then

He sends you a quick reply and sets his phone on the table as well. 

You both thought you’d been so careful about keeping your relationship a secret. Not that it needed to be one, but still, it was nice to have something be just yours for a little while. Chuuya had been suspicious that some of the others in the Port Mafia knew, or at the very least that Mori knew. And if he didn’t know it for sure before, then he damn sure knew it now. 

The Boss had done this deliberately to fuck with him. 

“And on my fucking birthday,” he grouched, folding his arms across his chest. 

His phone buzzed, rattling the table. 

7:18 p.m. Sorry about this. Love youuuu

7:19 p.m. <333

Chuuya sighed, his demeanor softening. He knew it wasn’t your fault, after all. He was just really looking forward to spending some quality time together. And you would, it’d just be later than he’d expected. So much for dinner, he thought.

At least if Mori was gonna mess with the two of you, he was getting free booze from the Boss’s collection out of it. And admittedly, it was indeed good booze.

Pouring himself a third glass, Chuuya braced himself for all the nothing that the next two hours had in store for him. 

By the time you got back, it was pitch black outside. You were exhausted, but the tasks assigned to you were complete and your evening was finally, finally coming to a close.

It was almost 10 o’clock now, and Chuuya had been texting you for the last hour asking if you were almost back yet. You could tell from his tone that he’d gone ahead and started drinking without you. You weighed the options of whether or not to go back to your room and have a quick shower, or just head straight for Chuuya. If I shower now, I still have to get ready, and that’ll take at least – 

Your thoughts were cut off by the ping of your cell phone. 

Another text from Chuuya.

9:57 p.m. get bavk faster, I miss yuo

You snorted, pocketing your device and deciding on a course of action. He was cute when he was this hammered. You shouldn’t keep him waiting long.

Upon arrival at his door, you paused to smooth out the dress you’d taken the extra five minutes to stop and put on for him, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door in your secret code. He opened it within seconds. 

You thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, the way he was ogling you. You walked in slowly, letting him get a nice eyeful of the way your gown hugged every curve. He lingered on your lower half, your leg exposed by a dangerously high slit. God, he wanted you. He’d been sitting around all night wanting you so badly. 

“My eyes are up here, Chuuya,” you teased, and he followed the sound of your voice the rest of the way up. He’d never admit it sober, but damn, he loved you towering over him in heels.

“A-about time you got here,” he muttered, looking away as all the thoughts of you he’d been sitting with flooded back into his brain at once. Was his face flushed or was that just the alcohol talking?

You chuckled, handing him the bottle of his favorite wine that you’d been saving for tonight. From the looks of it, though, he didn’t need to be drinking anymore. He set it on the table by the empty bottle from Mori. 

“Happy birthday, handsome,” you said playfully, cupping his jaw as you leaned down to kiss him. “Sorry it took so long to get here.” 

Chuuya’s hands roam up your sides, creasing the satiny material draped over your hips and waist as you kiss him. He dives in for a second. And a third. And a fourth. His kisses are quick, but passionate and oh, so needy.

“Gonna make it up to me?” 

He walks backward toward the velvet armchair he’d been waiting in all evening, pulling you with him. You hum in response, straddling him as he sits down. Chuuya pulls the fabric of your dress to the side and snakes his hands to your thighs. You’re always so apprehensive to put your weight on him, and it drives him crazy. He wouldn’t tell you to sit down if he didn’t mean it. He scrunches his eyebrows as he sinks his fingers into their perfect plushness, forcefully pulling you down onto his lap. 

Much better, he thinks, diving back in to catch your lips on another heated kiss while he fondles you. He slipped a finger under the lacey garter that hid beneath your gown and gave it a snap, causing you to yelp into his mouth, leaning further into him. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, tugging down as he pulled away. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes and he smirked.

Chuuya’s hands found their way to your hips. He shifted under you, pressing one leg against your cunt as he pulled you down, looking you square in the eye while guiding your motions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, knocking his hat off in the process and carding your fingers through his soft hair. His face was trapped, smothered in your bosom, but he couldn’t have been happier. You’d opted to forego your bra, he noticed, as your nipples pebbled through the silky material. Helping himself, Chuuya began mouthing over the fabric, soaking it through with his saliva as his tongue toyed with your nipple. 

You squealed when his hands found purchase on that sensitive spot on the back of your leg, stroking gently as he bit down on your sensitive bud and applied additional pressure between your legs. It was all too much. You were certain you were soaked through your panties, as well as the front of his pants. 

You wanted him. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly it hurt. 

“Chuuya…,” you breathed, begging him to give you more. But that was when you noticed something was amiss.

Usually by this point, you’d feel his cock twitching in his pants, aching to get free. 

You sat forward and rolled your hips against him, just to be sure. 

Chuuya groaned, but it was not arousal that was carried in his voice — it was frustration.

Pulling back, you looked at him once again. He looked thoroughly disheveled.

“Chuuya?” Your tone shifted, and you looked at him with concern in your eyes. Hesitantly, he met your gaze, and knew that you could tell. His eyes darted away, embarrassed, and fixated on the empty wine bottle.

You followed his gaze, confirming your suspicion. Maybe he shouldn’t have been left to his own devices for so long that evening. 

You raked your fingers through his tresses comfortingly, and cupped his jaw in both hands. 

“Is everything alright, honey?” you asked, planting a kiss in the center of his forehead. 

“‘m fine,” he muttered. He stared down, looking at where you sat atop his lap, at the damp patch you’d left on his thigh. Fuck, that was hot, he thought. Normally by this point he’d be insisting there was no time to bother discarding clothes, and would be coating his cock in your slick, ready to plunge in and watch you come undone more and more with every vicious thrust.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want—”

“I want to.” His eyes were immediately back looking into yours. He really, really wanted to. And the intensity of his stare told you exactly that. “Just need to keep trying.” 

Chuuya undid his pants, pulling the waistband down to expose his half-erect cock. He gave himself a few weak test strokes, but to no avail. It would work. It had to. While he kept pumping, he wove his other hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, in hopes that gumption and tenacity alone would get the blood flowing to his dick the way he wanted. 

Uncertain as you were, you kissed him just as fervidly as you had been, and continued grinding down on his thigh, trying to put on a good show for him. You could tell he kept peeking out the corner of his eye to see if there was any progress. Knowing full well that a watched pot would never boil, you attempted to provide him with a distraction in the form of your hands wandering along his torso.

You unbuttoned his shirt halfway, rubbing his chest and moaning into his mouth the way you knew he liked. And oh, it would have been bliss if he were able to properly enjoy it. 

You could tell his faith was waning, and he was getting increasingly frustrated by the moment. In a last-ditch effort, you joined your fingers with his, wrapping around his cock to see if it would be more responsive to your touch.

No dice.

He let out a frustrated wail, screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the red velvet. 

“Chuuya…”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” he bit back, muttering curses at the empty bottle of wine staring back at him on the table. 

You smiled softly at him, leaning in to pepper his face with kisses as you tucked his dick back into his trousers. You shifted your weight forward, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. You raked your fingers through his auburn locks, twirling the ends around your fingers. He pouted, refusing to look you in the eye.

“It happens to everyone,” you reassured, trying to sound as non-patronizing as you could. Still, he scowled.

He knew you were right, and he knew it was his own damn fault for going overboard with the alcohol before you’d even gotten there, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. He didn’t understand how he could be this horny and still not be hard enough. All he wanted for his birthday was to feel your walls spasming around him, to make you writhe and squirm at his touch, to watch you struggle to keep your volume down and inevitably fail.

“I’m happy just spending time with you, Chuu–“

“Shut up,” he growled. He gripped your hips firmly, pulling you flush against himself.

“What are you – !” You let out a muffled sound of surprise as he cut you off with a heated and sloppy kiss. And before you could fully comprehend what he was doing, he had switched your positions and you now sat in the antique armchair, and Chuuya’s petite frame was leaning over you, brushing your hair forward over your shoulder, never breaking your kiss. 

His gloved fingers trailed up to your jaw, gently at first until he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, holding you firmly as his lips worked against yours. You could taste the wine on his lips, sure, but he was intoxicating enough on his own. 

He swallowed down every sweet whine and whimper you offered, letting you attempt to roll your hips against him, despite his iron grip on your hip. He smirked. If nothing else, seeing you come undone was all the birthday present he needed. He pushed your thigh up over the chair’s arm, bringing you forward in the seat just enough. 

When he pulled away from your kiss, you looked back at him through hazy, lust-filled eyes. You looked perfect like this, with your cheeks flushed and your mouth agape. He was hypnotized watching the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, kissing your forehead before crouching down between your legs. 

“Chuuya, what are you doing?” you asked as he bit the hem of his glove, peeling it off with his teeth.

“Havin’ dessert.”

“What—”

“It’s my birthday and I’m gonna make you cum, dammit!” he snarled, hitching your other leg over his shoulder, his nose barely brushing against your clothed slit. You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on you. 

Chuuya discarded his other glove and pulled your underwear to the side. “Can’t fill you up like I wanna, but I can still show you who this pussy belongs to,” he huffed as he thumbed over your slickened folds. “You good with that?” he looked up at you, his thumb positioned just near your clit enough to make you crazy with anticipation, asking permission before he continued.

You nodded.

The pad of his thumb swiped over your your clit, rolling it in slow, smooth circles, his eyes trained on your face with every motion. This was what he wanted more than anything — watching you fall apart, melting into his touch like you had been before. 

He dragged his thumb down through your folds and spread you open, admiring the way your needy hole pleaded for him. He inched closer and closer, teasing your entrance until he could tell from your flushed face that you needed him now. 

And, well, who was he to keep you waiting?

His index and middle fingers slid into you with ease, and the lewd sounds coming from you were divine. Fuck, you were so wet for him. Each scissoring motion, each pull and push of his fingers into your cunt had you sighing as he finally gave you a taste of the relief you craved.

He massaged your walls with expert strokes — he truly knew your body inside and out. But he wanted to build this up as much as he could. Chuuya slowly curled his fingers forward, rubbing that soft bundle of nerves inside you that made you cant your hips for him. Something about the look in his eyes told you he was nowhere near picking up the pace. This was just the beginning.

As he worked your tender walls, Chuuya plastered a countless number of kisses along your thigh that was hiked over his shoulder. Some were soft and lingered, others were quick as if eager to cover each inch of you with his love. Then, there were the bites. You couldn’t help squirming when he sank his teeth into you, suckling bruises onto your skin. But no matter how much you mewled or bucked your hips, he held you steady. 

He withdrew his fingers and marveled at the gossamer threads connecting them before plunging them into his mouth up to his knuckle, moaning at your sweet taste. He dipped his fingers into you once again, this time working quicker whilst continuing to nibble on your thigh, until he reached your garter, which he took between his teeth and tugged, letting it snap against your skin as he removed his fingers. You cried out, arching your back, and whining at the sudden emptiness.

More, he needed more. And clearly, so did you.

Chuuya gave no warning before diving in, lapping at your pussy as if you were his oasis in the desert. Each slurp made you squeal, and your legs twitched, threatening to snap shut on him like a bear trap. He splayed his palm across your thigh, hiking it higher up the armrest toward your chest and giving himself better access to plunge his tongue deeper into you.

You rolled your hips against him the best that you could, trying desperately to ride his face. And he did allow it for a few minutes, his nose nudging against your clit just right. He loved letting you use him like this, loved seeing you fall to pieces because of him, loved the feeling of your pussy clenching for him, and him alone. 

As you approached your climax, Chuuya pushed both your legs up over the arms of the chair, robbing you of your leverage, leaving you completely at his mercy as he wrapped his lips around your clit. He truly pulled out all the stops, alternating between tactful flicks of his tongue, prolonged licks, and slurps while vigorously fingering you until you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

You covered your mouth with your forearm, biting down as your body quaked with pleasure and Chuuya worked straight through it. He didn’t let up for even a second until your walls stopped spasming around his fingers. 

He released your clit with an obscene pop, and glowered at you.

“What’d ya hold back for?” Chuuya fussed.

You could only answer in heavy breaths and word fragments.

He exhaled. “No matter. ‘m far from done anyway. You’re not allowed to cover your mouth though!” he said pointedly. 

You nodded in response, and he resumed his feast. 

Everything was a blur after that. Chuuya continued helping himself to your cunt for hours, rarely coming up for air and pushing you to the brink of what you could withstand. You were sore and so sensitive, losing track of how many orgasms your body had been put through somewhere after the fourth or fifth time. When he finally pulled away, the clock read 12:37. 

You looked down at Chuuya, on his knees, panting. His hair stuck to his forehead and face was drenched in the results of his hard work, and as exhausted as he was, he licked his lips happily. As your body relaxed, you lowered your legs, groaning at the stiffness in your hips from sitting in that position so long. With your foot on the ground, Chuuya wrapped an arm around your calf and rested his cheek on your thigh as he surveyed the aftermath. You both looked a mess, but Chuuya would argue that you were a masterpiece of a feast well-enjoyed. 

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, until the post-orgasm fog cleared out of your brains. Chuuya was first to stand, nearly toppling over from the way his knees were asleep. It was ironic, seeing someone with control over gravity itself stumbling about. You cracked a smile as he found his bearings and helped pull you up as well. 

He held you close with his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his fingers toying with your zipper. 

“...probably safer if you stay over?” he suggested, flicking the tab between his fingers.

You nodded, and he began slowly tugging it downwards. 

“Chuuya,” you halted him, putting your hand on his shoulder. 

He froze immediately, looking at you with concern that he’d made a wrong move. 

You glanced down, and his eyes followed, not sure what you were pointing out until you pressed against him and he groaned. 

Two hours later, he was finally hard. 

“...think you got one more round in ya?”

#chuuya week 2023 #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd smut #chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya smut #chuuya nakahara smut

[wedgie-rae-rae]

NEW STORY PT.2

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!" I squeal out tears starting to fall from my eyes. "Mmm I love when dorks beg" you say stopping your bouncing and sitting me down on my feet but not letting go of my panties. "Alright nerd let's get to the real fun" you say placing your other hand on my stomach ridding it for a second before sliding it down the front of my panst. I squirm and whimper loudly and you slide your hand done rubbing my pussy with your hand a couple time getting a soft moan from me. Then you grab the front by the leg wholes like you did the back "you make cute noises" you say tugging the front. I grunt at the tug starting to pant "but now let's hear some screams" you say before yanking on the front and bavk at tge same time lifting me up and making me scream tears start crying "music to my ears" you say with a smirk and start alternating your pulls giving me a painfull squeaky clean. "please stop please" I beg but you ignore me and do it a couple more times before dropping me. "Alright dork time for the grand finale" you say and I beg8 crawling away tears pouring from my eyes "please no more more" I cry as I crawl "and where are you going loser" you say grabbing the back of my waistband drag me back"No please" i say you stretch the panties over my head I look up seeing my panties slowly being lowered over my face "no no no" I whimper out before you place the panties over my face "there we go now you're so much cuter". You pick me up under your arm, my wedgied butt in front, you grope my ass roughly before delivering a hard spank and I scream into my panties. You begin spanking me hard and fast turning my ass red while you laugh the whole time after about 30 minutes of nonstop spanking you let me so and stand me up. I sob into my tear stained panties as you turn me around and admire your handy work. My bunny undies stretched over my face, my ass red and covered in hand prints. You take a couple pictures before taking my panties off my face and pat my head "Alright sessions over put you're pants on and go rest your ass dork and leave that wedgie in till you get home" you say handing my pants "Yes sir" I say trying not to cry more as I put them on hissing as they go over my ass and I waddle towards the door "come back anytime bunnybutt" I hear you say as I leave "I definitely will" I mumble to myself leaving and begining my long waddle home crying, panties destroyed, and my ass extremely sore.

[sweetiesugars]

seventeen more days. going crazy rn SBG IS COMING BAVK!!!!!!! SBG FANDOM GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKIJG GRAVES RN PLEASE WAKEY WAKEU WAKE UP!! TIME FOR SCHOOL!!!

#school bus graveyard

[navysealt4t]

WHY DID THE STREAM END RIGHT WHEN MY FAMILY STARTS FIGHTING 😭😭 SAD DAD CHARLIE PLEASE COME BAVK I PREFER SAD RP TO THIS BULLSHIT

[odrseasonone]

Other oppressive/tyrannical things rowena can do as time goes by in addition to the book burning’s and loyalty trials:

First, she starts by oppressing the southern isles, then it spreads to aragoth…

Suppressing the language/dialects, forcing everyone to speak capital aragothese in the name of unity

Loyalty/inheritance tax paid by those coming into power to the throne kind of like tribute but it gets so high they have to start selling off the v thing they’re inheriting to raise the money or just straight up hand it over to her (plus now giving these lands to those who please her is in her power etc)

Suppress local governance and strengthen central power aka placing her authority directly over everything rather than allowing for her vassals to oversee their own jurisdictions—good if Jon valles is their leader…bad in almost every other respect

Rather than vassals swearing loyalty to their lords who then swear loyalty to her, everyone swears directly to her

Direct control over other ppl’s households aka Alex fir example can’t choose his own servants/knights/retinue, now rowena does that ~for him, w ppl who answer to her, giving her power over ~him

I had other ideas but now I’m blanking — basically tho she’s gonna have everyone jockeying for her attention/spying on e/o etc so they can’t join together and fight her bc they’re too busy bavk stabbing e/o for a leg up

#kate #rowena #literally just tryna remember various despotic moves from history for this lkasjdfkljsdjf

[anothergoroundtreasurehunters]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BABY GIRL'S CUTIE PIE FLEECE HOODED HEART JUMPSUIT.

[kaijubonemoisturizer]

silly drunk come bavk I miss you. Please ido not need this right now and would like. I need the silly. Not the sadness . We all got that one homie with these profound air of it beneath the silly. Be fine in the morning but um. /(

#miss being perosn I was years ago. old friends and. yeah. i miss so many of you. :((

[terushimas-n1-hater]

Dad Osamu 😂

#im gonna snap #the kids miss you #please come bavk j need you 😩

[kissingagrumpygiant]

the arishock called you stupid and then gave you the keys to his house bc calling you stupid was his way of saying i love u

#sten please come bavk baby.......... #ask #anon

[t4twizard]

Two years ago I copy-pasted the entire Bee movie in one of the notes in my mom's Ipad and titled it "Merry Christmas Mom 2016" she found it today, January 28, 2018, thought I wrote it, and complimented me

#don't mind me #its coming bavk to bite us #bee movie #kill me please

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

More drugged villain please?

Okay so I did not know if this was an ask for a new piece, or a continuation of Paying For It. Because I already am planning on Paying For It Part 2, this is going to be a new piece, so ladies and gents I present to you *drumroll*...

Villain Pursuit

@shydragonrider

Warnings: drugged whumpee, tranq dart, needles, fever, tired characters, chasing of whumpee, bullet wound, guns, infection, descriptions of injuries, knocked out by blunt force, kidnapping

*not edited, sorry*

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"He is getting much weaker," Hero reported as she stood in front of her boss, Superhero. "His right leg is very swollen and he can hardly walk, much less run. I believe it is infected and-" a yawn "- and he can hardly walk in a straight line anymore."

"Then, why didn't you grab him if he is this easy?" Superhero asked, ignoring his employee's obvious signs of exhaustion- it has been a long, rough two weeks of chasing a villain across multiple states. One of the other heroes managed to shoot his leg in hopes of incapacitating him, but the slippery villain somehow walked it off. Or, he did and now the wound was badly infected.

"He disappeared into a crowd," Hero replied. "I think it's time to chase him down and sedate him or something. If he continues like this, he is going to die."

Superhero nodded curtly in agreement. "Okay," he sighed. "We go out there and we do not rest until Villain is safetly behind bars."

Hero narrowed her eyes at the bluntness in Superhero's voice, but decided that her boss was just tired. She also reckoned that was the reason he didn't mention the infirmary as Villain's first destination after capture.

He was just tired, right?

《~~》

"Okay," Hero said, adjusting the tranq gun on her belt. "There he is."

Villain was laying against the steps to a door in an alleyway. His head was thrown backwards against his shoulder, eyes cracked open in semi-consciousness. His injured leg was stretched out whereas the other was curled up in an attempt to use some leverage to support himself. One arm was propped to keep himself upright, the other strewn to the side.

"He looks horrible," Teammate commented, chewing nervously on his lip. "I doubt its going to take much to put him out."

"Yeah, me neither," Hero agreed, feeling a rising nausea in her stomach. The pair crept towards the injured villain. Hero glanced over to see more heroes also advancing to corner the man.

But, at the last moment before Hero was able to shoot the dart, Villain saw them. He scrambled up his feet, leaning heavily against the door and swaying wildy. He looked over all the heroes, before turning and running off.

Hero cursed under her breath and sped after the hobbling villain. For a moment, she felt absolutely sorry for him. He could hardly stay on his feet, his right leg not even stepping that much on the ground. She could hear his pained groans from where she was.

Hero stopped running and drew out her tranq gun. Whispering an apology, she let the dart fly.

The feathered dart hit Villain directly in the side of his neck. He stumbled a bit, the drug already taking effect. He made an awkward circle- more of an oval- before collapsing backwards on the ground, his arms limply trying to break his fall, but they failed. His head crashed into the ground, leaving him laying in a motionless heap.

Hero grimaced. She never saw someone go down that quickly from the tranq gun before.

She walked up to the villain, crouching down and staring at him. An odd mixture of defeat and relief expressed itself on his unconscious face. Hero sighed, running a hand through her hair, before taking a look at his swollen leg.

The bullet that previously imbedded itself in his leg was gone, leaving a very infected gash. His whole calf was twice the size it would normally be- due to the infection and the fact that he seemed to have a badly sprained ankle.

"Finally!" Teammate exclaimed, sitting down exhausted next to Hero. "I was getting to the point of just shooting him and being done-"

"Look at this," Hero gestured towards his leg. She pressed into the flesh, it wasn't like he could feel it. It was burning hot.

"Yeah, looks nasty. I'm gonna call Superhero and then let's get him to the infirmary," Teammate said and went to call their boss.

Hero positioned herself by Villain's head and placed it in his lap. For some reason, even though he was incapable of realizing her presence, she felt a call to comfort him.

"It'll be okay buddy," Hero whispered, brushing the unwashed hair out of Villain's face. "Just hang on for me, will you?"

Superhero came within a few minutes, oddly without the aid of doctors and nurses. Hero watched with a perplexed look on her face while Teammate shrugged, also very confused.

Superhero smirked down at the unconscious man, nonchalantly using his foot and shoving his shoulder over. Villain rolled deeper into Hero's lap, his muscles devoid of any resistance.

"Well good job my heroes," Superhero said in an annoyingly chirpy voice. "Help me get him into my car, and I'll take him to the, uh, infirmary."

Hero nodded curtly, but really she found this odd. Why was Superhero taking Villain? What if Villain woke up? Maybe he meant for Teammate and Hero to join him in the ride and just harmlessly forgot to mention it?

Teammate and Hero loaded Villain into the back of the car and buckled his limp body up. They had him in a sitting position with his leg dangling over his chest, arms lazily lying at his sides.

"Thank you so much, guys. Really, great job," Superhero applauded in an interestingly quick voice. Hero smiled back and prepared to ride shotgun.

"Wait! No, no, no," Superhero chuckled nervously. "Honey, why don't you and Teammate go home and get some sleep. You two have been working incredibly hard."

Hero detected the tension in her boss's voice, but chose to ignore it. Truthfully, she was too tired to argue and the thought of collapsing on her bed and sleeping was too tempting. She stepped back and Superhero got into his car and drove away.

《~~》

"It's been a week Hero," Teammate spoke over in between sips of his morning coffee. "A week and no signs of Superhero, we can't visit Villain, and the agnecy is a mess."

"Yeah, kind of odd," Hero agreed, looking out the window and across the busy street. She took a lip of her own coffee and glanced bavk over at her partner. "Maybe we should call him."

"Yeah." Teammate nodded, then a mischievous grin dawned on his face. "You do it," he challenged.

But Hero was not in the mood for games. She flipped out her phone and dialed her boss's number.

"Hey Hero, how are-" cough "-you." The superhero on the otherside of the line sniffled.

"Are you sick boss?" Hero asked, brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah, just the flu. Nothing serious, just miserable."

Was it Hero's ears playing tricks on her, or did Superhero's voice seem suddenly much less congested?

"Oh well I'm sorry. Rest up and we'll see you next week."

"Is everything okay Hero?"

"Yep all good."

It was not all good. Hero hung up and looked over at Teammate. A wordless conversation passes between them and they both hustled to their feet and practically ran out the door.

Superhero lived on the outskirts of the city in a vintage farmhouse. Hero's sport car felt very out of place in the picturesque view of the red barn and old tractor.

Teammate knocked on the screen door and stepped back. Hero tried not to notice, but he had a gun with him.

"Coming! I'm coming!" Superhero's clearly not sick voice rang out. Hero heard the poudning of footsteps before Superhero, dreased in a sweatpants and a tank top, opened the door.

His face paled at the sight of his employees.

"Oh, hey ack. What brings you here? I said I was totally good," Superhero chuckled, tapping his fingers against the doorframe.

"Cut the bull Superhero." Teammate drew his gun. "Where is Villain?"

Hero was shocked. She didn't really piece two and two together, but it seemed like Teammate did.

Superhero had Villain.

"No where. What makes you think-"

Teammate brought the barrel of the gun to Superhero's temple, knocking him out. He immediately rushed over and stuck his boss with a needle.

"What?" Hero asked, astonished.

"I'm always prepared. Never trusted that guy anyways," Teammate replied, turning his nose up slightly at Superhero's sleeping form in amusement, before rushing into the house. Hero followed.

They found Villain unconscious on the floor of the basement. His arm was strewn over his face, bruised and bloodied.

Hero ran over and took one look at the villain an immediately knew that he was in reallt bad shape. The original infection seemed to be drained, but it was still quite pussy. Also, the swelling did not yet go down.

Teammate grabbed Villain's arm and turned it over to reveal tiny holes. Hero swallowed. He has been drugged, she realized with a shudder.

Teammate, without another word, scooped Villain into his arm and carried him back up the stairs. Hero followed, stunned into silence.

When they came across Superhero's peacefully sleeping form, Hero brought her heel down onto his nose. With a satisfying crunch, it broke.

"Serves you right," Hero whispered, voice dripping with malice.

Teammate had Villain lying in the backseat of the small car, his bad leg resting against his jacket as a pillow. Hero scooted in next to him, laying his head on her lap. "Okay, let's go," she said and Teammate droved to her house.

The first thing the two did was get the disgusting, soiled articles of clothing off Villain's partially starved body. He immediately started to shiver, convulsions overtaking his body.

"Okay, he need to be warmed up," Hero said. "Bath?"

"No, wrap him in warm blankets and then sit with him on the couch. I need to tend to this leg ASAP," Teammate said, voice completely focused and monotoned.

Hero did as she was told, swaddling Villain in a fluffy beige blanket. She laid his upper body across her lap as Teammate went to work on properly draining the abscess. Villain didn't stir and Hero got worried. She checked his pulse finding it too fast and erratic to be normal.

"Okay done." Teammate cleaned his hands off on a paper towel and doused the wound with antiseptic. When that was done, he wrapped the gash in thick bandages.

Hero clutched Villain, dragging him closer to her. Waking up slightly, he nuzzled his face into her arm. Then, he stilled again, asleep.

"What are we going to do about him?" Hero whispered. "Superhero won't let us get away..."

"I know." Teammate rubbed his eyes. "That's why I am going to pack and we are running away."

#villain whumpee #superhero whumper #hero caretaker #teammate caretaker #hero x villain #drugged whumpee #drugged villain #evil superhero #guns tw #unconscious villain #kidnapping #injured villain

[fandom-puff]

Hey! Can you write a tommyxreader where they get arranged marriage for a deal with a rival gang. And the first time they sleep together is after tommy loses his shit seeing someone flirt with her and can’t control himself

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you like it ♥️♥️

In holy matrimony

Warnings: smut, swearing, arranged marriage, sleazy men at the bar, the entire FIC not being proof read so maybe some questionable autocorrect?

“You may now kiss the bride,”

You gulped as your new husband brushed his lips against yours as everyone clapped. You blushed prettily and slid your arm into his as he led you back down the aisle. He hardly looked at you, hardly spoke to you, and when the party drew to a close, he didn’t carry you to his room, bridal style. He asked his maids to show you the way while he cleaned up some business with your brother, and did not return until you were fast asleep under the covers. The next morning when you woke up, he was just leaving the room.

For the first three months of your marriage, you barely saw one another, stuck at Arrow House while he toed and froed between Small Heath and London. The maids whispered and gossiped about your passionless marriage as you played with Charlie, reading him stories and singing to him to get him to sleep. One night he called you mummy. You cried yourself to sleep that night. He saw you as a mother, but no matter what you did, you couldn’t get your husband to see you as a wife.

It was a Friday, and your sister in law had insisted that Tommy bring you to Small Heath to go to the garrison- “She’s family, Tom. She’s your wife, bloody treat her like it,”

You were sat in the side room, nursing gin and tonic while Tommy smoked. The silence was uncomfortable and no one knew quite what to say. You were a fair bit younger than Tommy, in your early 20s, and you were sure his brothers knew he barely slept in the same room. Gulping, you rested your hand on Tommy’s knee, murmuring “I’m just going to get some more tonic in this,” you murmured, standing up and leaving the room before he could tell you to just use the hatch.

You waited at the bar behind a load of men, trying to get the barman’s attention to no avail, constantly getting shoved to the back of the queue every time you were next in line. When you finally got to the front and ordered your drink, you felt someone groping your arse. you gulped as he leaned into your ear. “Let me buy that for you, darlin’”

“Er...no thank you, Sir,” you murmured, trying to shift to the side. “My drinks are on the house,”

“I bet they are, a hot little thing like you eh? Bet you make such pretty noises with that soft little voice, huh?”

“Sir, I’m actually married-”

“ah, you won't mind me fucking you into next week, love, and I’m sure your husband won’t mind, and even if he does, he doesn’t need to know, yeah?”

“Actually he does mind, and he does need to know,”

You had never been so glad to hear the low voice of your husband. instantly you hurried to him, leaving your drink at the bar. Subconsciously, you slid your arm into his, the same way you had done on your wedding night. Feeling your small arm tremble in the crook of his elbow set something alight in Tommy, and he announced, quite loudly to the rest of the pub “Any of you fuckers touch my wife, I swear to god I will throw you in the cut,” he walked you back into the side room and grabbed his coat. “I’m taking my wife home,” he said.

“Will you be coming back, Tom?” Arthur called as the door slammed.

“No... I don't think he will. He has that look in his eye,” Ada smirked. “Looks like he’s gonna acknowledge the fact that he’s married a lovely young woman,”

“Only took him three months to bloody consummate it!”

****

“Mr Shelby, I know you don’t love me... you don't have to... consummate this marriage, m-my brother said you’d probably call it off once you sorted the business and that’s why you wouldn’t have me...”

“I’m not Mr Shelby to you. I’m Tommy. And I finished the business with your brother on our wedding night,”

“But why didn’t you sleep with me... why have you just ignored me for three months?” you whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “We’ve never been together and yet I miss you,”

He sighed, rubbing his face. “You... You’ve got to understand, YN... I’m over ten years your senior,”

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, but he still carried on.

“I’m over ten years your senior, you’re young, gentle, good, caring...”

“Listen to me! I don’t care that you're older than me,” you blushed when he stared at you but carried on. “I don’t care, alright! You made me feel safe tonight when that man was feeling me up. I’ve grown up around my brother’s gangsters and criminals making sure I don’t get attacked, but I’ve never felt as safe as when you... took my arm,” you looked at the ground. “You make me feel protected and I-I think I love you. You don’t have to say it back, or do anything, not if you don't mean it-”

He was kissing you, cupping your cheeks in both his hands, his lips pressed firmly against yours. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours. “I think I love you too,” he murmured. “I’m starting to... to love you...”

You gulped as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned to kiss him gently, testing the waters, sighing gently as he deepened the kiss. “Shall we consummate this marriage, Tommy?” You murmured and he groaned softly against your lips, lifting you up, hands squeezing your buttocks. “Oh god yes,” he groaned, laying you down slowly.

He trailed soft kisses down your throat, running his hands up your body and hitching your dress further up your thighs each time his hands went up. You sighed, arching your back and stroking his cropped hair. “Tommy... I’ve never done... I’m... ive never been...” you whispered, panting.

“You’re a virgin?” He murmured, stilling his movements. For a moment you thought he’d leave you again, but your worries were quashed when he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Alright, love,” he whispered, before kneeling, slowly unclipping and rolling each stocking down, kissing every inch of newly revealed flesh as he went. You sighed softly, stroking his hair gently, but gasped when his deft fingers skittered over the delicate skin of the inside of your thighs. Fingers twitching, you lifted your dress up and over your hips, undoing the button at the bavk and slinging it to the side. Tommy groaned at the sight of you in your silk slip and knickers. He crooked your thigh, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. You whined at the curious mixture of suction and the tickling of his tongue, writhing your hips at these new sensations.

When Tommy pressed his thumb to your clothed clit you nearly jumped off the bed, spreading your legs a little wider and arching your back, gasping. He smirked up at you as he rubbed slow, tight circles, your underwear causing a delicious burning friction. You whimpered, clutching onto the bedsheets as your hips twisted, an unfamiliar tension coiling in your stomach. Thighs quivering, you called Tommy’s name, but he simply said “let it happen, YN,” pressing just that little bit harder. Waves of pleasure washed over your thrashing body as you moaned, biting your hand you quiet yourself. A few moments later, Tommy resurfaced, smiling gently at you as you looked at him with hazy, dazed eyes. He grinned when you reached for him and he fell next to you, rubbing your sides soothingly. “D-does that always happen?” You asked, thighs still twitching slightly.

Tommy grinned boyishly and caressed you’re cheek, pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “If a man knows what he’s doing,” he said, the corners of his mouth tugging into a slight smirk. You giggled, blushing ever so prettily, stroking a finger over his buttons absentmindedly. “You want this off, YN?” He asked, gesturing to his waistcoat.

“Yes please. Your shirt too. And your trousers. I want it all off, mine too,” you whispered, sitting up a little. He grinned, sitting up with you and together you managed to undo all of his buttons and strip him down to his underwear. You hummed, kissing him deeply as you spread your palms over his bare chest, tracing his tattoo and grasping his strong back. You pulled away from him and, taking a deep breath, you got off the bed, standing before him as he lay propped on his elbows, and lifted your slip up and over your head. He palmed his cocked as you did, and his breath caught in his throat when you unclipped your bra and cast it aside. You then bent over, sliding your knickers and garter belt down your thighs, kicking them away. You blushed and stood with one hand across your tummy gripping your other arm as Tommy’s eyes scanned you up and down, from the swell of your breasts to the pert peaks of your nipples, the soft flesh of your tummy, hips and thighs, before finally, settling on the curls between your legs.

He cleared his throat and you saw his Adam’s apple bob. “Fucking hell... come here, love,” he said, voice barely more than a hoarse whisper as you crawled over to him, long hair falling over your shoulders. You looked at his tented boxers and licked your lips, before looking back to his eyes. “Be my guest, love,” he rasped. You grinned, and slid his underwear off, giving him a lovely view of your rear as you freed the, from his ankles. You trailed one finger up the vein pulsing on the underside of his heavy shaft, breath coming in little pants as his thighs tensed. Watching his face, eyes fixed to his, you slowly wrapped your hand around him and pumped his cock languidly, eyes lidded with desire. He grunted and grabbed your chin, breaking your focus. “Fucking... YN... I need you love,” he said, almost pleadingly.

“I’m all yours,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his. He groaned and pushed you onto your back, and you gladly cradled him between your thighs as he kissed you hard, his cock leaking warm sticky precum onto your bruised inner thigh. “Please...” you moaned out, nipping his lip experimentally. He groaned lowly, and you felt the vibration running through his chest as he lined his cock of with you. He pushed the tip in, stopping when he felt resistense.

“This’ll sting, just for a bit, okay, YN?” He murmured into your shoulder. “But id you wanna stop, you’re to tell me, understand,” you nodded, already panting. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt him push through your barrier and you pushed your face into his neck, thighs clenching a little tighter around his hips. He grunted slightly, pushing in until he had no more to give, before waiting for you to tell him to move. When you bucked your hips up slowly to meet his, he groaned and together, you settled into a slow rhythm, every inch of skin touching one another. You locked your ankles behind him, using your heels to dig into his back and pull him closer, deeper, impossibly so. You just felt so... full. Tommy Shelby was clouding your every sense and you were quickly becoming addicted, undulating your body to grind your nipples against his chest, your clit against his pelvis, and your innermost pleasure points against his pulsing length.

You felt that coiling pressure in your stomach from earlier and whimpered “Tommy,- Tom... Ah! Tommy, I’m-I’m-Ah!” You moaned desperately, trying to find a word for the immense pleasure he was churning deep within you. Your inner walls clenched tight around him as a deeper, more intense pleasure flooded every nerve of your being as you moaned his name loudly, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Feeling you grip his cock, he moaned into your mouth, and with a few final frantic thrusts, he spilled inside you, pumping your womb full of his essence, holding you close as you rode out your highs.

Practically boneless, you lay under the covers, snuggled into Tommy’s side, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the Romani sun rising on his chest as he smoked. You sighed happily, tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder, kissing the available skin gently. He laughed slightly. “You up for another round, love?” He teased. You giggled and shook your head.

“No... not tonight,” you said, yawning softly. “Tomorrow morning maybe- you’ll still be here tomorrow?” You asked quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette and kissed your forehead.

“Of course I will be. Christ, I’d happily lay in this bed all day long if you’d let me,” he grins.

“Maybe I would,” you giggled and looked up at him. “I think... I think this marriage will work out fine, Tommy,” you said gently, nuzzling into his chest.

He stroked your hair gently. “You know what, YN? I reckon it will too,”

.

#fanfiction #imagine #fluff #smut #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders smut #request

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yandere prompt: Yan!Yamato/Tenzō x reader

This story is related to my Yamato headcannons, so the reader is a female medic nin

// Yandere themes, toxic relationship, mentions of violence

(key: y/n = your name)

"It's for your saftey, you'll see"

Yamato said from across the dark room he kept you in. Your entire body was shaking due to exahaustion and your pants filled the air. It has been the second time you've tried to escape, it's surprising that you we're even able to get out of your room by yourself. Even with all the effort put in, all the sweat shed from your skin, it all went to waste as you were curled up below Yamato, looking like a sick dog while he seemed unfazed. As if he wasn't just chasing you from across the forest.

Earlier that day...

Yamato had left the house he made in the forest to keep you in, it was another normal day for him. Go out, do some minor task that should take about a few hours, and come back home so he can watch over you.

"I'm gonna be back in about 4-8 hours, I love you, y/n-chan "

He said to you sweetly. Showing that he wasn't expecting you to have made a makeshift lockpick out of the silverware he gave to you. He wasn't even sure how you got past the paper seals which would activate if you stepped over them.

Yet you did, you surprised the ninja once again with your stealth and agility. You would have gotten away, but the universe wasn't in your favor.

Unfortunately for you, Yamato overestimated the time it would take to finish the quick job and came back earlier than expected. He knew something wasn't right when he touched the door handle. Something just felt different.

As he walked into the house, he could definitely tell something was wrong. The doorhandle seemed to have been tampered with.

"y/n-chan, I'm home!"

He called out to you. No response but that was to be expected, you didn't like talking to him. He set his bag down onto the dinner table and walked over to the door leading to the basement where you were kept. He went to go take the key out of his pocket when the door shifted open slightly. Yamato stopped midway through rummaging in his pocket for the key and stared at the door for a second.

"y/n?"

He called out downstairs again, this time with a hint of worry in his voice. All he heard was his own voice slightly echoing off the stone walls. He then raced downstairs after no response and looked into your cage, stunned at the sight.

You were gone.

Yamato's disbelief was soon followed up by fear. He dashed upstairs, grabbing his ninja tools and running outside, not even caring to close the door behind him.

You've been running for a minute but to your bare feet it felt like days. Splinters and stones made its way under your fragile skin however you didn't have time to think about that. All you were thinking of was getting as far away from the house before your legs gave out. Hopefully finding a cave on your way.

Being a medic nin means you can't fight. So hiding and running are your best skills, you can hide your chakra and scent as well as use that chakra to propel yourself forward to stretch longer distances faster. Even though your stealthiness has been praised throughout Konoha, almost no one can hide the scent that comes from blood, and your foot was bleeding. That was your biggest mistake.

The sun was setting and you were running out of breath, stopping momentarily to catch yourself. As you leaned against a tree you felt the sharp pains in your foot that came from random things being lodged in there, and winced, immediately sitting down against the tree.

You began working on your foot to get the sticks and stones out as well as patch yourself up, while you were doing that, Yamato was getting closer and closer.

The brunet was running in the direction where you left clues behind- broken sticks, light footprints, sqaushed greenery, and the most noticable: blood. There wasn't much blood but enough to notice right away due to it reflecting the soft orange glow the setting sun had. His mind was racing with horrible thoughts

What if y/n was hurt?

What if someone took her?

Many "what if's" plauged the wood man's mind, he shook himself out of his thoughts after he slowed down for a moment to peer at the tracks, they seemed more recent, the blood wasn't completely dried up. He smiled to himself as he continued running, knowing he was gonna find you and be reuinited with you again.

You took out the last branch, feeling the pain ease a bit. You quickly put your hands over your feet and a soft green glow appeared between your soles and the palms of your hands, sighing in relief as you regenerated the missing skin cells on your feet. You didn't have much time to relax though as you felt your captor's chakra nearing you. You quickly finished up and ran off in the direction you were originally going. If you were wiser, you would have taken a turn.

Yamato came to the tree you sat on, kneeling down to pick up the bloodied wood chips that were just lodged in your feet. He threw them down and continued following your tracks, hoping that it wouldn't get too dark before he found you. It would be a pain to track someone like you in the dark.

You were getting extremely tired and your legs were burning, you reached a small cave and stopped running, deciding to just walk in it. You could still faintly feel Yamato's chakra from afar but you didn't care at this point. You needed to sleep.

Yamato arrived at a cave awhile after you, he looked around to make sure your footprints really ended there, and made his way inside.

There, you were peacefully asleep. You had collapsed shortly after you entered the cave. Yamato's footsteps echoed across the cave walls, waking you up immediately. You saw his shadow that was cast from the light outside sliding along the stone wall of the cave. Quickly scrambling to your feet, you ran deeper into the cave, deep enough to where you couldn't see. Hitting your face against something hard, you realized you've ran into a stalagmite and quickly ran behind it and crouched down, steadying your breathing.

You focused in on Yamato's footsteps, making sure to keep track of his position at all times.

"y/n-chan, I know you're here"

The wood ninja said in a slow, smooth voice which seemed a bit deranged. This made your heart beat faster in fear. As you constantly heard him call out your name, your heart basically jumped out of your chest, you've never been this afraid before.

Then, he went silent. Your heartbeat slowed down and you focused your hearing to try and find him, but to no avail. Until you heard a voice right beside you, which sent shivers down your spine.

"Found you"

The taller man whispered into your ear. You shrieked in terror and jumped about 7 feet back and continued to bavk up. All while Yamato was slowly approaching you.

"Y/N-chan, why did you run from me?"

Yamato said with the same slick tone of voice, continuing to approach you. You stood there in terror before you decided to turn and run away. You yelped as your hips and chest was grabbed by something, quickly restraining your movement. It was wooden beams coming out from Yamato's arms. The wooden beams then swung to the side, hitting you against the cave wall. Yamato walked towards you until his chest was pressed up against your back, the wood he used to restrain you receeded back into his arm and now he was pinning you using his body.

"y/n-chan, why? You know I love you, more than anyone in the world"

His creepy voice was now burned into your memory as his warm breath could be felt against your ear. You moaned uncomfortably but that only got a chuckle out of him.

"p-please"

You begged, choking back a sob. He responded by setting his chin onto your shoulder. You looked up towards the ceiling and clenched your teeth.

"'Please' what, my sapling?"

He responded, planting soft kisses onto the nape and side of your neck.

"l-leave me alone...why are you doing this to me?!?"

Yamato went silent at your response. He didn't like your answer. Before you could react, he quickly took ahold of your weists and turned you around so that you were facing him and he had your arms pinned above you against the cave wall. He had a sadistic look planted onto his face as he pinned you down, his smile was wide and his eyes were fixed on your face.

"Why, my sapling? Why do I do this?"

He said with psychopathic tone

"because we belong together... You and I were meant to be, you know that, my little sapling"

His right hand let go of one of your wrists but he quickly took ahold of it with his left hand so you don't struggle. He brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek. You began struggling about and yamato attenpted to hold you down, but you broke free and hit him with a chakra infused punch, sending him flying to the other side of the cave with a loud crash.

You booked it for your life once again only to be stopped in your tracks by the more experienced man with a wall of wood.

"tsk tsk tsk, that won't work on me"

He groaned, obviously winded from the punch. He watched as you slashed at the wall of wood he created, only strong enough to chip off a chunk at a time. It wouldn't be so bad if the wall didn't regenerate itself.

Yamato snickered at your struggling, it was cute to him. After some time you began to slow down until you dropped to your knees on the cold cave floor. Yamato walked over to you and kneeled down, taking in the sight before him.

"Let's go home, my little sapling"

Yamato said sweetly as he lifted your chin up with one of his fingers so he could look into your dead eyes. The wall lowered down into the ground until it disappeared entirely. Yamato picked you up bridal style and whispered sweet words into your ears. At home, the locks were strengthened and the security was much tighter than before. Yamato was now right on top of you, snuggling with you in your bed. You've gottwn accustomed to his affection. To the point where you now crave it. You no longer want to leave, he's successfully manipulated you into loving him.

Kinda short Ik, this is one of my first times doing a one shot so yeah haha

I'm gonna post a yandere prompt list soon, once I do you can suggest characters for me to write fanfic about

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