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nnyhil · 1 year

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𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜

[My own special blend of songs made into a playlist for Johnny.]

[I tried to chronologically arrange the songs to match what happens in the comics. Feel free to have a listen!!]

[Songs under the cut! CW: violence, gore, strong language, suicide mention]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 - 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊 - 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌

𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 - 𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝟹𝚂' (𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍, 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕) - 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝙰 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎

𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘 - 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚌𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚗 𝙰 𝙷𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 - 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷) 𝙾𝚂𝚃

𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚝 - 𝙰𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚊: 𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚒𝚐𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕 - 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 - 𝙰 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 - 𝙸𝙰𝙼𝚇

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 - 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚜 - 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚢

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎

#jthm #johnny the homicidal maniac #youtube playlist #cw:#violence #gore #strong language #suicide mention #i just wanted to share one of my playlists to yall ;;#i'm open to feedback and recommendations #the playlist can change #it is a liquid #OoC | “OH- MY GOD. IT'S... GOD!” |

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aspd-culture · 1 year

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do you have any suggestions or advice for people with ASPD who experience strong homicidal thoughts (or thoughts about acts of strong violence in general)? I feel like this topic is already so rarely talked about, and even when it is most resources focus on people struggling with intrusive thoughts, not genuine fantasies. (just to clarify: not in crisis or actually planning to do anything, just annoyed of constantly thinking about this). People usually just say to “get help”, but I’ve been getting help for years now and nothing has changed.

To be honest, most of my current coping mechanisms for violent thoughts are unhealthy but not destructive (most often w**d which is legal where I am and/alcohol), so I don't recommend them. I agree that getting help for these types of thoughts is extremely difficult, especially while balancing the dreaded "danger to yourself or others" mandated reporter line. I do have some ideas, though.

Check google to see if there is a "wreck room" of some kind around you. These are safe places with safety practices and PPE that exist to allow people to take out aggressive anger on items (aka smash things) in ways that are not destructive to your or other's property or person. These are showing up more and more nowadays as we realize that this outlet can be done healthily if people are given the access and tools to do it in a healthy way. While it isn't the same as hurting someone, it stimulates many of the same parts of the brain. Also, doing it in a wreck room means you don't have to do the cleanup. Major bonus there.

If you can't afford that but have things you can break and a safe area you're willing to fully clean later, you can do the same type of thing at home. Make sure you always wear PPE like goggles and gloves, and if you are doing it outside make sure anything a child or animal running through your yard (even if you don't have kids or animals, kids wander and strays exist) is fully cleaned up. Please inform the people you live with if you take this method, as it can be scary to walk in on this type of thing and you could get the cops called on you if you don't inform them. Lie if you have to: "my friend needs broken pieces of XYZ for an art project", "this is really bulky and took up too much space in the garbage can so I'm breaking it down", or the ever iconic "my ex gave it to me", for example.

I sometimes find other replacement behaviors via video games like COD and Apex Legends helpful, but they don't always help everyone.

Punching bags are one of my preferred replacement behaviors, but they are often expensive and difficult to set up, making them inaccessible.

Watching violent movies or documentaries or true crime podcasts on real violent crimes often helps me, but that kind of thing makes things worse for some people.

Gross motor activities like walking, running, swimming, etc can be helpful as they stimulate similar parts of the brain to the ones violent actions do.

I know you mentioned you are not in crisis or active planning, but for anyone who may be, a disclaimer: If you or anyone reading this honestly feels they may be a threat to themselves or others, I can only advise getting help and speaking to a professional about this. Top priority should always be safety above all else, and checking yourself in to get help before you do something drastic is always going to be easier and better for everyone than trying to hide from or handle the repercussions of that event later. There are emergency systems and programs in place to help you learn to cope or find medications that can help you if you are in an urgent situation, before something bad happens, but tumblr is not one of them; I am not one of them.

Whatever you do, please keep yourself and others safe. I hope this helps.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #tw violent urges #tw violence mention #tw violent imagery #tw violence #tw violent thoughts #tw true crime #cw violence #tw homicide #anons welcome

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rhythmicsystem · 8 months

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Hey, idk how to make a good encouragement post, but peeps who struggle with homicidal ideation, sending hugs or support or whatever would be helpful for you right now. Whether you can't take certain medications because they induce homicidal thoughts, whether that's something you struggle with as a baseline, whether it's something that is periodic whatever.

It can be absolutely terrifying to try and get help or even talk about these types of things.

We have had periodic issues with homicidal ideation due to different medication interactions. That clearly is a different type of thing than having it as a baseline struggle, but I just wanted to say something to anyone else who might be struggling right now.

Your mental illness and symptoms do not make you a bad person, and you deserve help. I hope things calm down for you soon. I hope you're able to get the help and support you need and want soon.

- unknown member

#homicidal ideation #cw homicide mention #cw homicide #rhythmic ramblings

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helico-prion · 8 months

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It's so unfortunate how people are pushed into lying to their therapists when that defeats the whole purpose, between gender affirming treatment pre-evaluations and talking about suicidal and homicidal ideations, when hospitalization is used as a threat, when hospitals become used as places of imprisonment rather than healing.

It sucks that the whole "mandatory reporter" business discourages practitioners from engaging in these thoughts together with patients in a more meaningful way--dangling the threat of losing their jobs in front of people who want to help their patients but also can't afford to lose their livelihoods. It's psychological violence on both sides (and yours truly probably counts as "both sides").

Then the industry has the gall to talk about destigmatizing such talks and encouraging such talks when the moment people open their mouths and the conversation goes beyond what's palatable by mandatory reporting standards, they risk losing their freedom and livelihoods (good luck getting many bosses to keep peoples' jobs for several months of hospitalization, given how scummy many employers already are). It's so deceptive and it makes me sick as somebody in the industry and as someone who may benefit from therapy if it truly embraces and encourages honest and deep engagements.

#local lesbian bear musings #i would tag as antipsychiatry but the antipsychiatry tag probably doesn't want a psych nurse in their space #suicide ideation mention cw #homicide ideation mention cw #i'm hanging in there personally don't worry but not many people to talk at this hour #or at all if i have to be honest

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kissmeau · 2 years

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Autumn's first encounter with the concept of death is when his father tells him his mother died while giving birth. He understood this as a death of natural reasons.

The second encounter with this concept is when the bad guys, as he will always call them regardless of age, knocked him and beat his father. He understood this as other humans could take life away from you.

With no other reference to death, the concept of suicide never formed in Autumn's psych.

There were many traumatic situations that Autumn didn't want to be part of. He couldn't escape from that household, but it never occurred to him that the cease of his existence would be a way out. He thought, instead, that the death of those men would be the end of his suffering.

Autumn wished and begged for their death. Then, when they hit and kicked him, he spat on their face, "I hope y'all die. I hope y'all die!" His hope was held by the idea of them dying for natural reasons to never be seen again.

Naturally, this wish never came true. It was irritating. Especially when the bad guys would laugh in Autumn's face and shout back the same want to him. They would go as far as to kick him in his mouth and remind him that if he kept cursing them, they would take his life, and there was nothing he could ever do.

Irritation turned into anger. Not any kind of anger but the one that gives birth to vengeance.

Autumn got obsessed with taking those men's lives with his own hands. He would spend hours fantasizing about ways to kill them and frequently dreaming of swimming in a pull of blood using those corpses like swimming rings. However, Autumn knew he couldn't physically do it since he had fought back before but was thrown into the loser's circle every time without a miss.

He realized he needed more than imagination and hope to get rid of them. It's when the idea of holding a gun and shooting them became Autumn's last resort.

He had heard the loan sharks tell his father that it would only take one bullet to take his life. It seemed easy, fast, and messy, just like Autumn had always thought of their disappearance.

It was the perfect plan; not even his father's denial was enough to rip away Autumn's resolve.

He would hold a gun for defense, and not conforming, he would become strong enough to not rely on scums like his father.

#cw: blood #cw: death #cw: suicide mention #cw: homicidal ideation #cw: physical abuse #❜ ─ Autumn ─ ❛

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meowmeowbilly · 2 years

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Neil Hargrove being on the villains wiki is the peak of my happiness but it is quickly ripped away when the next page is Billy

Like yeah, I know he's a villain, okay?? Logically I understand that and of course he's on there but yeah 😭

#like harassment and assault?? yeah true #but I'll be honest that man was never ACTUALLY attempting to murder anyone.. right??#like yeah the car scene but he was joking with max #right??#or did i just grossly misinterpret that scene??#🧍🧍 did we watch the same show bitch #there's so much on this wiki I'm not even gonna read all of it lmao #I'm not gonna tag this as him because yeah #tw neil hargrove #cw neil hargrove #tw mentioned abuse #billy being listed as homicidial as well as two of his crimes being attempted child murder and attempted homicide is funny to me idk why #also his goals being to mistreat lucas and steve lmao 😭 ok sure.. his only goal was to survive tbh lbr

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playstation-lichenthrope · 2 years

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everytime i think "oh hey, we're comfy calling ourselves they/them as plural! maybe we've healed from the trauma our brother gave us and we can start using it in public!" i remember this means cis people would get to call us they and i turn into that dry ass spongebob.

like.... no. ew. i woke up to get some water and was talking to tommy about this idly and almost threw the glass from how disgusting that thought was lol

#Lovebug's Letters #rambles #needed to express this publicly...#mmm. close frens maybe but if a cis person/stranger ever calls us they intentionally i'm gonna fucking bite their ears off /srs #its! not! fully! gender! neutral!!!!!!! fuck this!!!!!#cw transphobia mention #<-kinda #also i just realized i have to see my brother on the 4th and if he calls us ''they'' or ''sibling'' i'm gonna be in the news for homicide.#i didnt fuck up the tags! you saw NOTHING!!!

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rotting-brains · 9 months

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id reclaim the term "yandere" but i dont have bpd so ill js call myself what i am. a romantic homicidal maniac 🫶🏻

#rea's rambling #cw yandere #homicide mention #cw sanist terms

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goblinbugthing · 1 year

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ok. this question has been on my mind for a few weeks. and i just remembered i have polls so lemme figure something out.

i need to know

#poll #tumblr polls #cw suicide mention #cw homicide mention #buggie’s rambles #buggie’s polls #please tell me tumblr. i must acquire knowledge

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ruinestagehouse · 2 years

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I'm getting a little sick of my brain randomly generating medical emergencies.

"You are having a stroke."

"I think this is pneumothorax!"

"You have a cyst on your ovary."

No, you utter cunt. I heard something rip close to my head. I'm having a panic attack. I'm ovulating because I'm two weeks late on my T Shot.

For the love of Saints, I'm getting my brain checked for OCD because this thing comes up with a new medical emergency every 2-3 business days and I'm getting tired of the intrusive "your mother is going to kill you, your father, and your brother" thoughts that come if I don't spin around in my little office chair or suck my thumb.

I don't mean to self diagnose, but at some point you have to hear wings flapping and wonder if there's a flock of seagulls in your general vicinity.

#OpenDistrict #Mental Health #cw homicide mention #cw obsession #cw compulsion #I don't know what my brain is doing but I frankly cannot stand it.

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satosugusandwich · 2 months

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𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

CW: violence in this chapter, threats, bloodiness, implied sexual violence and objectification

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*despite this being an aged up version of yuji, there will be no sexual stuff involving him, also the violence is only in the first chapter with a few mentions after that!!! Cross posted on Ao3 under Spicycrunchroll! THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SMUT LATER ON!*

Chapter 1: Never Again.

Poor you, stuck with a gay best friend and his gay boyfriend and exclusively terrible, gross men. The struggle of getting a good man was hard enough, let alone getting some good dick. Even gay men will tell you how bad some dudes are. Its one thing to finish in 2 minutes and cry after, at least there's sympathy, but a whole other thing to just be kicked out of the guy's house immediately and left wearing d r y panties with cum on your shorts. Yeah, never hooking up again, you tell yourself each time. Now, you found yourself wiping the oil off your face with a clammy hand while dialing Yuji's number, having just been booted out this guys house in the middle of the night. It rang only about twice before he picked up.

"Please don't tell me something bad happened." He said on the other line.

You sighed, walking to the end of your date's driveway and sitting on the ground. "Worse than usual. Can you pick me up? I'll send you the address." Your head hung low and your eyes felt heavy, wanting to cry but not having the energy to do so. At this point, you're never fucking anyone again. Let alone agreeing to suck them off before you get off. "I should've known that all his talk were lies."

You could hear him breathe in. "Yeah, I'm coming. Wanna stay over?" He asked jubilantly, as if to raise your spirits.

You smiled softly. "Could you stay at my place instead?"

"Hell yeah!"

You said your goodbyes and opened your phone, aimlessly scrolling on social media while looking for something to distract you from the disappointment of being used up and left to the corner, dehumanized again by a shitty man with a big ego. God, it made you sick. It wouldn't take long for Yuji to get to you, but it wasn't fun waiting either. Each minute ticked on by as if an hour had passed and all you wanted to do was throw away your shorts and shower off the stench of vape juice and alcohol. You didn't want to get in his car and start sobbing about how you wished you never did what you did, not because Yuji wouldn't listen, but because of your own embarrassment. Itadori has always been kind and much more level-headed (at least with this, he's usually just as stupid as you) so its extra embarrassing to have to tell him you sucked off a guy who didn't even get you wet. At least he was clean, you tell yourself, deleting Tinder from your phone for the last time. Never again will you take subpar dick from grown men who act like children! No, from now on, your body only allows worthy men, men that would worship you like you'd worship them!

After sulking for another five minutes, the engine of a car in the distance rumbled in your ear. Straightening your back, your head turned in the direction of where it’s approaching. It’s approaching way too fast for a regular suburban neighborhood. Rising to your feet to take a step back, it already turned down the street you happened to be on and you could hear sirens go off in your head, especially as you noticed that none of their lights were on and they definitely didn’t have tags. The van sped past you but they started to slow down before they reached the end of the street. You felt your heart rate surge when you realized they came to a complete stop. At that moment you realized that they were turning around.

Quickly, your legs brought you to the house you had just left and you banged on the door for a few seconds and screamed.

“Hey! Let me back in!!! It’s not safe!” The roar of the car started again and your intuition told you to run so that’s what you did.

Fuck, who knows who these mother fuckers are! Your mind is racing thinking about what they could potentially do if they caught you. Did they know you were here? Did they just happen to see you? Or… did the motherfucker inside of that house tell them you were here? Oh fuck… that’s why he kicked you out.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you ran through these people’s yards, you could see lights coming on in some houses, but it was no use because the car behind you stopped and three men came out the side door. You prayed that your human survival instincts would kick in and catapult you to go faster than you were, but they were bigger than you and right on your tail. Your legs ached and burned, practically sprinting and trying not to trip in the road. You didn’t dare look behind you, scared to slow yourself down, and scared of them. You kept on running and running until you reached the end of the road and saw headlights.

“Yuji!” You screamed, recognizing the shape and color of his car. With you out in the road, he stopped abruptly and you could see his body jerk with the impact. The men behind you cursed themselves but you felt hands on you faster than Yuji could process what was going on.

“Get her now! He’s coming behind us we’ll throw her in!” The man lifted you and you screamed again, but a hand swiftly covered your mouth. Yuji was out of the car and lunged at the guy holding you captive but was quickly stopped and apprehended by the other two.

“The kid has some fucking balls!” The biggest of the guys holding Yuji shouted, earning a strong blow to the chin. You thrashed against the man’s body as the large van from earlier came up right behind you.

Yuji looked at you as blood dripped from his nose. “Y/n! I got it, I promise!”

You held out hope and believed him even as you were thrown inside the van and the driver pulled away from the scene, leaving the two men with Yuji and you with a man wearing all black pressing you into the floor of the van. Tears spilled from your eyes, angered and terrified at the same time.

“Looks like we got a real good catch!” The driver harrumphed. “Bet she’ll go for a pretty penny.”

Your mind practically stopped when you heard those words. You were going to be sold, like an object, like a slave. The horror of it all made your body go numb and eyes go wide and then you closed them.

“Please.” You begged. “Please let me go.” Your voice was hoarse and you could taste your own tears as your mouth opened.

“No can do. We were told that you’d fetch a high price with your skills. Don’t worry, some girls get a good owner.” His voice was menacing and cold, but he spoke as though he actually fucking believed it. He didn’t even laugh at your pain like a monster would, he was just indifferent, emotionless.

“Please.” You begged again. “I can’t do it, please let me out!” This time your voice raised. “Help!” Your mouth was stuffed with cloth and your face was buried more into the floor as he bound your wrists.

The driver started to chastise the other man. “Why didn’t you gag her right away, the dumb bitch is louder than a dying cat!”

The other man cussed back. “Shut the fuck up, there isn’t nobody coming after us!”

The van stopped so fast you and the man were flung to the front of the car, colliding with the back of the front seats.

“What the fuck!” The man that was holding you down swore. His arms were now off you and the bindings he attempted were loose enough that you released your wrists and went for your gag. “No you don’t!” He reached for your clothes, yanking you back. Before you were held against your will again, the entire van split down the middle, from door to door. The back half of the van was flung off to the side before it became a cut up mess in the middle of the road.

Then you saw him. His hair was the same color as Yuji’s but was much less controlled. You could see what looked like four arms and a giant smiling mouth in the middle of his stomach. Every single person in the van went still and silent, staring at him. The creature looked inside and dead at you, bright red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. All four of them. Even the two on the side of his face that looked almost like a mask. He can’t be real. The tattoos all over his body were arranged in such a pattern that it was beautiful but something that scared you even more.

The creature spoke. “Now.” His gaze shifted from you to the man holding you. “I prefer it when I can get a good fight out of my opponents, but you lot are pathetic.” He looked disappointed. “Normal humans…”

No one spoke and he pouted. “Not a single retort? None of you pathetic excuses of flesh can say a word? You had a lot to say about selling the woman, can’t you entertain me? Or are your brains so simple you can’t think outside of making money off selling one of your own?”

Their own? Did he mean… humans?

The man behind you was shaking. And you could definitely feel his pants getting wet.

The creature before you sucked his teeth. “Boooring.” He narrowed his eyes. “And pathetic.” The vehicle was slashed once again, this time cutting into thirds, leaving you and the man holding you isolated in the middle while the other two thirds, including the driver collapsed around you. You heard squelches of flesh from the front and gasping. “You said she sounded like a dying cat, hm? Since you prefer the quiet so much, I thought I’d help you.” The creature chuckled.

The man holding you finally let you go, and he turned around to see the driver. You didn’t look. You knew what the creature did. Scurrying away, you realized headlights were approaching again and… it was Yuji!

“Ahhh, the brats already here. Well, I can’t kill you lot so how about I leave the piss-soaked one with a lesson.”

You didn’t know if you should thank the monster or run from him. You decided to run toward Yuji’s car.

Another crack resounded in your ears and then a gut-chortling scream resounded from behind you. “There we are. Something nice and fast. I hope they don’t find you until the morning.” You didn’t want to know what he did, you didn’t want to dare to turn around, all you cared about was the car door opening for you and Yuji’s comforting presence.

He looked so relieved to see you. “Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Don’t worry about those guys. I got you now. Sukuna won’t kill them, he can’t, but they’ll never ever do anything like that again to anyone.” Those were the first words to meet your ears. You didn’t say anything, all you did was sob in the seat next to him as he drove off and away from the scene. You didn’t ask anything. You didn’t want to. All that mattered was getting the fuck away from this and home and into a clean bed.

You could care about this later.

“I would’ve killed them if it wasn’t for this contract.” Your heart jumped out of your chest as the monster’s voice resounded in the backseat. “Sorry you don’t get the pleasure of knowing they’re dead.”

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milla984 · 6 months

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A Million Reasons

Summary: after a phone call from Penelope, Reader teases Spencer about a potential love interest and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Category: fluff with a little angst

TW/CW: a little bit of angst, brief mentions of food, self-doubt, mentions of anxiety, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

Thank you @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read this!

The following work is my entry for @andiebeaword's 3,000 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge (prompt n. 12) and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

Spencer scooped out of the paper cup what was left of his ice cream before he finished recounting the events leading to the arrest of the unsub the entire BAU team had been successfully tracking down in Seattle during the past few days.

“He’ll be charged with ten counts of murder, one attempted murder, and unlawful possession of multiple weapons. He’s facing ten life sentences without parole.”

“Way to go, Justice League!” you cheered, enthusiastic.

He tucked his hair behind his ear with a cute chuckle. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow so you caught a glimpse of his wristwatch reflecting the light of a lamp post standing along the edge of the walking path; from the bench you were both sitting on you could see the illuminated dome of the US Capitol rising up against the dark mid-summer sky.

Despite being within walking distance of a major street in the southwest quadrant of Washington, the park was quiet and uncrowded and the nearby gelato shop was one of Spencer’s favorites.

You took the last sip of your drink, acting very casual. “And that’s all that happened?”

He shrugged, unsure about which crucial information could have been missing from his story since he was under strict instructions not to fill you in on the most gruesome details of the cases he’d worked.

“Uhm, graphic descriptions of tortures and mutilations are not—”

“I’m talking about a certain homicide detective… the one you gave your number to…?” you explained and his jaw dropped instantly.

“What?!”

You nudged at him with your elbow. “Garcia called me from the Original Starbucks in Pike Place. I couldn’t tell if the hype was about your new admirer or being there.”

“I don't understand how this is such a big deal!” he blurted out in a high-pitched voice. “She showed an interest in what we do so I gave her my card.”

No profiling skills were required to detect his firm intention to avoid discussing the matter, yet the words came out of your mouth like a river in spate.

“Any chance it wasn’t only a professional interest?”

The way Spencer looked at you, disappointed and hurt, hit you worse than a punch in the liver.

“What’s with you, guys?! Are– are you all so invested in my personal life because you’re convinced I’m chronically unable to have one without your help?” he snapped, something you’d never seen him do.

“I’m s—” you tried to reply, even though he was still too angry to let you apologize and cut you off again.

“Or maybe it’s just that I’m no Derek Morgan, so the idea of someone noticing I exist is pathetic or funny to you?”

“Seriously?! An IQ of 187 and this is the best inference you can come up with?” you snorted, upset by the subtle insult he’d thrown at you - even if you had to admit you deserved it.

His brows furrowed. “Then why did you bring this up?”

“I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you admitted, “but I would never ever think that people hitting on you is pathetic, give me some credit!”

He remained silent for a while, quite aware that Penelope’s inability to keep her mouth shut generated from genuine excitement about what she perceived as good news; sharing such personal information with you meant you had been put to the test over and over and, in the end, deemed worthy of her trust.

The peaceful atmosphere around you served as an amplifier for the sound of splashing water and Spencer indicated the fountain at the center of the large, round basin in front of you with a jerk of his head.

“I read a book about the architectural history of D.C. on the way back. This piece was created for the 1876 Centennial International Exhibition in Philadelphia, the US Congress acquired it in 1877 and placed it at the base of Capitol Hill. It was dismantled in 1926, then it remained in storage until 1932 when they moved it here.”

The pedestal held three twin iron-casted sea nymphs wearing wet tunics, with their arms raised above their heads to support a shallow vasque; on top was a group of kneeling child tritons, and the base was decorated with turtle-like aquatic creatures.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled.

The fact he’d for sure started and finished said book in less than fifteen minutes was among the 999.999 entries in your list of reasons to crush over SSA Reid. And so were his three PhDs, his crooked ties, his passion for Star Wars, chess and Halloween.

“I don’t talk much about my private life. Especially outside of work,” he confessed after a pause. “A lot of times I have a hard time discussing personal issues—”

“Spencer… you know you don’t owe me an explanation, right?” you rushed to clarify.

He nodded and you did the same in response, to confirm you had no intention of pressuring him into opening up if he felt uncomfortable but were also ready to listen to anything he had to say; even in dim light, you could see the sadness veiling his beautiful hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry I overreacted. Garcia was being Garcia, with her ‘look at the world through rose-colored glasses’ scenarios. Except, in this case giving my card to a homicide detective to discuss behavioral sciences was just what it sounds like. I understand where she’s coming from, I never told her…”

Your whole body tensed up, courtesy of a rush of anxiety triggered by the possibility of him being already involved with someone he had never mentioned, not even to his closest friends; you wondered if he could hear the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Luckily for you, Spencer didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m trying to come to terms with something I’ve been feeling, for weeks now. And I’m worried, because of what happened in the past and I can’t let go of…” his voice broke a little, so he swallowed. “Deep down I’m afraid I'm not the type of person who gets to live out happily ever after.”

Refraining from hugging him on the spot and holding him close to your heart had gotten increasingly difficult lately, so you settled for a peck on his temple in a clumsy attempt at a comforting gesture.

Spencer jolted, befuddled, and for a moment you feared for the worst; you certainly didn’t expect him to lean forward to cup your face in his hands - big hands. With slender, elegant fingers he tenderly brushed over your cheeks.

You both held your breath, waiting for the distance between you to vanish until your foreheads touched and the tips of your noses rubbed together.

“... are we really doing this?!” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled. “Don’t make me wait for another six months.”

Spencer squinted, an indication he was browsing countless data and events stored in his memory; when he eventually pinpointed the exact moment you fell for him he squeaked in surprise.

“Christm—”

You pressed your palm on the nape of his neck, guiding his lips over yours for the kiss you both had been longing for.

Reason number 1.000.000: Dr. Reid had a crush on you, too.

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ryuttaeng · 2 months

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pairing: lieutenant!ryujin x detective!reader

summary: all of a sudden, police department sent you to solve serial crimes with lieutenant shin ryujin, out of all lieutenants.

cw: smut, g!p, enemies to lovers, mentions of murders, pet names, in shy ryujin we believe

word count: 960

a/n: sorry it’s kinda mid it’s almost 4 am 😭

“not you again, you prick.” shin ryujin, lieutenant exclaimed, nervously exhaling cigarette smoke. you smirked, straightening your tie and standing right in front of her face, “it’s nice to see you again, lieutenant.” you said in honeyed voice, which made ryujin inhale through cigarette and exhale smoke right in your face. you closed your eyes, not to cause irritation, “you better to stay away from me, detective byun.” she hissed, going inside the house where homicide happened almost an hour ago.

ryujin gritted her teeth, nervously sighing. where could she miss the most important thing for the whole case? ryujin’s eyes drifted all over the apartment, looking for any useful information. “i…”

“can’t find any more clues, lieutenant?” ryujin hears your voice behind her, making her annoyed. shin turns around, slamming you against the wall, “shut the fuck up, you moron! i’ve had enough of you being a pain in my ass!” ryujin spat out. she calms down and relaxes, removing her grip from you. it almost scared her, the way you didn’t say a thing back or flinched, at least, you hid your fear good enough. “maybe you should check victim’s bedroom again, lieutenant.” your only words, as you fixed your shirt. ryujin’s eyes went from your face to your hands, nervously fidgeting your ring on your middle finger.

she nodded, it almost went unnoticed, your eyes remained on her as she headed towards bedroom. for fucks sake, ryujin for real missed a lot of clues here, analysing all information again.

you took a sip of whiskey, your last investigation was successful, thanks to lieutenant, of course.

shin ryujin took a step inside the bar, her eyes wandering around the place, looking for you. lucky enough to find you, she sighed, moving to you. “my my, look at you, my dear detective.” she says, putting on the grimace of smirk on her face, as she slowly approached your side. ryujin herself doesn’t know the reason of tension between you two but she comes along it, fair enough, you do annoy her though, as much as she annoyed you. right.

“what… what do you want, my precious lieutenant?” you put effort to simply say something, barely looking at the woman in front of you. ryujin sighed, just looking at your statement she could say that she just signed a death sentence to herself, not that she’s a fan of drunk coworkers.

“what ya looking at? never saw a drunk woman before? i… hold on….” you spoke, hurriedly standing up and heading to the bathroom.

ryujin looked up, as she saw your figure come out of bathroom, you tiredly returned to your seat, groaning. “i’ve never seen someone being drunk and in a snap of fingers almost as sober as before.” she stated, watching you. you furrowed your eyebrows, as you fixed your clothes, “just forget it already. why are you here anyway?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“it would be better if i stayed and continued to drink instead.” you mumbled, taking off your jacket.

“it’s your work, byun y/n.” ryujin answered, following you.

“not that i have ever expected to spend a night in a hotel room with my lieutenant. in a hotel where homicide just happened especially.” you replied, laying on the bed, which is a king sized, and is the only bed in the room, ironically. ryujin sat down, sighing. “you’re so annoying sometimes, you know? but even now, you’re not.” older woman said, which made you to sit up, looking at her. “and what you mean by that is?” you asked, noticing how ryujin looked kind of nervous? she tried not to look at you, her hand nervously pulling her pants. “well, you… you’re a good person and i-i’m sorry that i yell at you and being rude to you…” ryujin nearly whispered, she flinched, when she felt your arm around her waist and your head on her shoulder.

“aw, such a gentleman you are! and a handsome one, i must say… if we’re complimenting each other right now, you know.” you replied, pinching ryujin’s cheek. “i accept your apology and-“ goodness gracious, when you looked down you almost didn’t believed your eyes. the bulge in her pants?

“oh… well, you can say sorry in a different way though…” you put your hand on ryujin’s thigh, slowly going up. ryujin’s breath hitched, as she almost immediately melted under your touch. you smiled to your thoughts, “suddenly so shy and not even complaining? that’s the way i like it, darling.” you whispered, as ryujin whimpered from your touch, your hand palmed her cock.

in a few minutes older woman already laid naked, as you hand slowly jerked her off. “you’re so cute when you’re not being a jerk.” you said, receiving a mumbling in response, ryujin didn’t knew where to put her hands so she basically just held your arms. “can’t keep you waiting too long, baby, aren’t you cute?” you murmur, as you hear ryujin whine at the loss of touch, just to moan your name when she felt herself inside of you, you immediately starting to ride her. “y/n! oh- fuck…” ryujin whined, her hips slowly starting moving in your pace, making you to let out a moan. you feel ryujin’s hands on your waist, her grip tightening as she’s about to reach her climax.

as ryujin’s movements grew faster and more erratic, you knew she was about to cum so you pushed yourself deeper onto her, trying to take more in. ryujin let out a loud moan, pulling you closer to her, connecting her lips with yours as she released her cum inside of you. the pleasure was intense, you slowed down, as ryujin’s slow thrust continued, letting you to ride out your climax.

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