You’re Holy to Me pt.2

Human AU! MTMTE Tarn

_ woke up to the warmth of sunlight hitting their face. Yawning languidly, they had never felt so comfortable in their life. Since when was their bed this plush? They couldn’t bring themself to care until they attempted to find their phone on their nightstand and were met with an empty table. Not only that, as they opened their eyes they were shocked to find that they weren’t even in their own house.

The room they were in reminded _ of a castle, luxurious and grand. It was practically fit for royalty with its four poster bed cozy lounging area. But when _ sat up to look around, they swayed in their spot. Their body felt weak and their head swam, but with a few more attempts _ managed to stand up only to fall flat on their face. I… why can’t I move?

“Oh dear, are you alright?” _ grasped the gloved hand that reached out to them, but when they saw who came to help them their blood ran cold. A dark purple mask may have concealed his face but _ wasn’t stupid. Even babies knew not to mess with a Decepticon, much less the Decepticon Justice Division.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” They couldn’t stop their voice from quavering, or their body from trembling, butthat’s only natural when you’re face to face with a murderer. The terrifying man shook his head, still holding his hand for them to grab.

“I am not here to hurt you, _.”

“But that’s what Decepticons do!”

“Now isn’t the time for assumptions about my cause, _. You’re here for a very important reason which I will explain in due time. Might I be able to help you up?” _ accepted, letting Tarn pull them up and assist them in walking to the couch. It’s not like they could refuse the leader of the DJD. He was oddly gentle with them, making sure they didn’t collapse again as they sat down.

“Now I’m sure you were startled to wake up in an unfamiliar room but I can explain why you were brought here.”

“You’re really not going to hurt me?”

“I won’t let anyone harm you as long as I live. That’s a promise. In fact that’s precisely the reason you’re here.” Tarn had seated himself across from _ and leaned towards them ever so slightly. “_. You are someone I can’t bear to lose. From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side. After all, the only way I can completely assure I never lose you is to protect you myself.”

“Then where am I?”

“You’re at my base. I can make it so everything you could ever want is at your fingertips here. We have a pool, state-of-the-art sound systems, and an entire library of music and literature for-”

“I want to go home.” Tarn didn’t seem surprised to hear _’s protests at their new situation. He only leaned back in his seat with as far as _ could tell was a smile on his face.

“Oh _. This is home.” His tone was soft, but firm. He would not be budging on this. He moved on quickly to the next topic, likely trying to distract them. He made sure they were alright, asking them if they were in any pain and if they remembered at all how they arrived at their new room. _’s responses were short as Tarn expected. It would take some time before they would trust him enough to confide in him but he was happy to wait. He had all the time in the world, and with no one in his way to get in the way of the two of them it was only a matter of time before they stayed with him out of sheer isolation.

“Now _, I am afraid I must take my leave. Besides I’m certain you’re anxious to explore your new living quarters. If you need to talk to me all you need to do is text me and I’ll be here in a flash, alright?” There was nothing _ could do but nod as Tarn bid them goodbye. At least whatever chemical was used to subdue them had mostly worn off by the time he was gone. And after a detailed examination of the room they were in and the rooms connected to it _ had made a few observations.

First was that the door their captor had left through was locked tight with only a tiny gap underneath. There wasn’t even a way to pick the lock, as it was likely located on the other side of the door. The windows were a bust too, as though they were open, they had a protective screen on the other side that would need to be broken to get through. It probably wouldn’t be best to anger Tarn by even trying as he seemed incredibly insistent that they stay in their suite.

They also figured out that Tarn wasn’t lying when he said that everything _ had ever wanted was there. There was a kitchenette with every one of their favourite snacks, a wardrobe full of clothes on their shopping list, (Notably all the clothes would be impractical to attempt an escape in.) And a beautiful artists desk complete with all the most lavish and expensive art supplies they had only dreamed of before. It was uncanny really, how Tarn knew every one of their wants. That was most likely not a coincidence considering who he is and how seemingly obsessed he was with them.

The third observation was not only was there everything they had ever wanted, there was everything they would ever need. Tarn had certainly planned for every possible outcome. There was a first aid kit, fire extinguisher, air conditioning and heating control, and there was even a tablet left on the table that could only do one thing. Call Tarn.

It was sickening really, the lengths he went to make everything perfect. The entire time _ was searching the room it was all so eerily familiar until a nauseating realization hit them at full force. All the clothes? _ had bookmarked them online or mentioned them at some point. The snacks? _ had been dealing with what they assumed was a raccoon digging through their food trash, but the reality of it was far, far more disturbing. Even the desk was something they had been saving up for for a long time, something they assumed they would never be able to afford.“From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side.”  Tarn hadn’t been lying about doing anything to keep them.

He was watching me.

He was listening to me.

Once again they dropped to the floor but this time it wasn’t because of any chemical. Their thoughts were racing faster and faster, trying to think of any time they had seen him before, any break ins, but their mind was drawing a blank. It made sense really. He’s the leader of the DJD, stalking is what he does. It wasn’t like setting up bugs and cameras would be all that hard for someone like him to get done. For all they knew he could have gotten one of his lackeys to do it for him. Considering their situation, it was likely Tarn was still watching and listening now as they cried on the floor.

Not that he particularly cared. He could lounge in his office and watch _ as he pleased. A few tears were expected in the long run. His plan had worked. _ was with him, and they would never leave.

Fun fact: Jason is the type of yandere to try and use one of those shady websites to do a background check on his darling and ends up getting scammed

A Seattle-area man was given a 26 ½-year prison term for waging a 17-year campaign of harassment against a former classmate he met in middle school. Prosecutors are calling this the longest sentence forstalking in memory.

Shawn Moul, 31, passively accepted the sentence last week which came about six months after being convicted on two felony counts of stalking and 19 counts of violating anti-harassment orders.

Moul began stalking classmate Tracy Lundeen in 1994, shortly after Lundeen saw him at the school library struggling with his homework and offered to help him. Lundeen said Moul began following her and wrote her more than 100 letters, alternately threatening her and vowing to kill himself. He also contacted Lundeen’s family members, demanding that she contact him.

https://www.detectiveservices.com/2012/02/man-gets-26-year-jail-term-for-17-years-of-stalking/

Obsession prompts

1. “I need you more than I need the function to breathe air !”

2. “You have to believe me, I would DIE for you - just say the word and I’ll do it !”

3. “You’re truly my everything, I don’t care about anything else except you”

4. “I would kill the whole world if it meant the two of us would be together”

5. “You’re so beautiful when you’re asleep, I’m so glad you are unaware even if someone like me is watching you”

6. “You’re so naive, it makes you so much more desirable”

7. “I need you, I need you more than life, I need you more than any necessities could hold of value - nothing compares to a god/dess like you !”

8. “I will treat you like god if you tell me to”

9. “I will worship the ground you stand on, everyone should feel as blessed as I to be graced with your presence”

10. “You’re so beautiful/handsome/hot when you’re even doing nothing”

11. “I have a shrine just for you of things you leave behind”

12. “I love taking pictures of you doing everyday tasks, adds to my multiple photo albums dedicated to you”

13. “We will get married someday and you’ll see how much I’m dedicated to you”

14. “Everyone else is so disgusting compared to a pure being like you”

15. “You can punch me, hurt me, burn me, torture me all you want - take your anger out on me - I don’t care, as long as it’s you and no one else”

16. “I want to be the one you have eyes for, you’re so perfect”

17. “I can’t let anyone else have you ! No one !!”

18. “You’re an angel, you’re a saint, I want to hold you and love you till the day I fucking die”

19. “I don’t deserve to share the same air you breathe”

20. “Thank you for blessing me with a passing glance, (Nickname) !”

21. “Everyone should know your name and say it with adoration as much as I - if not they will be punished !”

22. “I will cut through every flesh and bone of anyone who dares disrespect you”

23. “No one should have your name smeared in the dirt unless they want to be smeared in their own blood and tears”

24. “You’re truly above this species of (human/man, or whatever species you choose)”

25. “I would starve if it meant you could eat, just to see you smile”

26. “I will treat you like the god/dess you are !”

27. “I will fight for your honor forever, even if it means blood will stain my hands”

28. “I have no remorse for who I hurt if they disrespect or hurt you”

29. “You’re more precious than any jewel, and I’ll protect you no matter what, (royal title/ or nickname)

30. “If anyone were to look at you different, say the word - I’ll kill them like cattle”

31. “They don’t deserve to breathe your air, I don’t deserve to have eyes to look at your magnificence”

32. “You’ll never leave me right ? I wouldn’t be able to live without you ! I wouldn’t be able to function without you !”

33. “You’re the only great thing to this cruel, dull world, the only color I wanna see is on you”

34. “You’re someone everyone wants and I will protect you from those..heathens”

Pairing: Leshen!Ushijima x Fem!Herbalist!Reader

Witcher AU

Word Count: 1.7k

Please make sure you take the warnings seriously.

Warnings:mosterfucking, noncon, blood, violence, mentions of breeding, choking, bondage, stalking, possessiveness

A/N: Hello friends, here is my addition to the incredible Only Monster Fans collab by @miggiisdumb! Beta read by the incredible @shigarakistomura,@spacesevyn, & @rosesandtoshi.

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There she was again. The only mortal brave enough to venture this far into my wood. The deep brown and greens of her dress nearly blending into the field, shielding her from unwanted attention if anyone were to pass by.

Not that they would ever reach her. I would never let anyone disturb her here.

The small outcrop of gneiss completes a rudimentary semi circle around where she kneels. I release a piece of myself, allowing for transformation into a single black crow. I can see her better as it settles on the top of one of the stones. She isn’t phased by the blood stains scorched into the earth beneath her, nor is she put off by the mess of bones- some animal, some human, some belonging to other more sinister creatures. Instead her (e/c) eyes shimmer with curiosity and reverence.

A breeze whips through the air, blowing around her in a way that makes her look more like the witch the townspeople claim her to be. It’s thrilling, watching her like this. Knowing how easily she worships me despite never having seen me. Would she be terrified if she came face to face with me? The thought of her horrified face makes my cock throb beneath the loose fabric spread across my hips.

But it isn’t time yet. She isn’t ready. I can tell by her smell as it is carried on the breeze. Her womb is too young, too immature to bear the weight of my offspring.

So I wait. Watching each time she visits my altar, leaving small offerings she has crafted for me. Yearning for a taste of her essence.

One day I will devour her- mind, body, and soul.

An awful stench lingers in the air. The scent of a Witcher. A young one. He’s too bold as he stalks through my wood. His blade carries the fresh blood of one of the wolves from my pack. He hadn’t even hesitated before slaughtering the innocent pup.

My blood boils as I follow his trail toward the village. His life will be forfeit as penance for the life he took.

I hover near the edge of the tree line, hidden from sight as my eyes search for him. A heavy breath absorbs his horrid smell, but then something softer, sweeter overtakes it. Your scent. I’d recognize it anywhere.

A staggering possessiveness rushes through my body, stirring the already suffocating anger consuming me. How dare he approach you, tainting your home with his filth. He wants to steal you away from me. To sway your devotion, wearing you down and reshaping your mind until your another mindless drone. Until you wish to see me destroyed.

But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t see you as I do. The truth buried in your wide, innocent eyes. You’re already mine.

He needs to learn, to see the reality of his mistake. To suffer the consequences from his attempt to steal you away.

Night has already fallen as I make my decision. Easily concealing my movement as I make my way toward your home. I’m grateful that your work as an herbalist has kept you near the forest’s edge. It makes what I’m about to do so much simpler.

You need the coin.

The words rattle repeatedly through your mind as you search through your myriad of ingredient jars, gathering what the Witcher had requested. You can feel the heavy weight of his eyes roaming your body unwanted. It’s disgusting, pathetic really, how arrogant he is. His thoughts written clear as day across his jagged face. He thinks he can have you, lay claim to your body with the same ease he collects a bounty.

You jerk upright when you feel him step closer, hands lingering near your hips as he leans closer. A soft vibrating sound disturbs his approach, an annoyed ‘shit’ falling from his lips as he heads toward the door, drawing his sword.

It happens both incredibly fast and seemingly in slow motion. The roots that rip through the earthen floor of your home, slamming into his back and pinning him to the wall. Blood seeps from the wounds in small rivers, his sword now lying on the ground at his feet. The most disturbing tearing sound fills the space as he is turned to face you, his eyes lost, barely remaining conscious from the shock.

The back window bursts inward, a swirling mass of crows pouring through the small opening. Your eyes fly shut, arms shielding your face against the chaos of flapping wings. The thundering sound quiets, leaving only your panicked breaths and the shallow, pained inhales of the Witcher. Letting your arms fall to your sides, your entire body freezes. Eyes wide, mouth slack, limbs locked in place.

He’s here.

The forest guardian.

He’s real.

Towering before you.

The dark depths of his eye are empty, yet you can feel the ferocity of his stare as he watches you.

Visiting his shrine was only a comforting ritual you had carried on from your youth. Sure, you’d heard the stories, the whispers from drunken townsmen about the fearsome creature who wandered these woods. You’d grown up hearing tales from your grandmother about the forest gods, how they protected it.

You’d just never fallen prey to actually believing in them. They were stories told to scare children, to prevent them from straying too far from home.

Yet here he stood, maybe a foot away from you.

It was terrifying. His presence alone made your knees feel weak, threatening to collapse beneath you. A pained groan drew your attention back to the other side of the room where the Witcher was struggling against the Ushijima’s hold.

Suddenly it made sense. The Witcher was here to kill Ushijima. And you’d been helping him.

Oh god.

You were basically the Witcher’s accomplice at this point. You’d unintentionally signed your own death wish.

But why didn’t it feel like Ushijima wanted to kill you? You couldn’t exactly place the heavy tension in the air, but it wasn’t death. Pain, absolutely, but death? You couldn’t sense his true intent. And that was even more petrifying.

The forest guardian took a large stride toward you, lingering inches away from your huddled form. It was instinctual for your body to curl in on itself in his presence, your breath trapped in your lungs and your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and fall to the floor.

A hand- could you call it that? It resembled more of a claw or an antler than a hand. You shuddered as it dragged along the skin of your cheek, down the expanse of your neck and over the swell of your breast before stopping over your heart. Tears filled your eyes as a thick root wrapped its way up your body, curling around your throat and forcing you to meet his empty gaze.

A single breath, a heartbeat, that’s all it took for realization to sink in. That intent you couldn’t place standing stark before you. Want. Dark, possessive desire. Ushijima wants to devour you.

It’s easy to recognize the moment my little acolyte realizes why I’m here. Her features shift from confused fear to pure, unadulterated horror.

It’s even more attractive than I had imagined.

My cock springs to life beneath its cover. I have to take her, to taste her, to feel her warm, wet insides wrapped around me. There is no more waiting- the time has come for me to claim her.

I panic, arms shooting up to claw at the root wrapped around me, desperate to escape Ushijima’s clutches, to run away. Thicker roots cinch around my ankles, forcing my legs apart as his razor sharp claws easily glide through the fabric of my dress, nicking the skin on my sternum, before the material falls to the floor in tatters.

The growl that emanates from the beast before me is equal parts nightmarish and captivating, wetness growing in my center. He huffs a deep inhale, as if he could sense the effect his noises are having on me. I don’t know what’s worse, the smoldering fear over what he intends to do to me or the consuming shame at my body’s reaction to him.

I barely have time to react when my body is thrown backward, my stomach colliding with the side of my table, face pressed harshly into the rough wooden surface, panties shredded leaving me exposed to the cool air, a sharp exhale breathed in response. I want to struggle, to fight against his hold, but it’s very evident that it would be no use. I could never overpower Ushijima, he’s the god of the forest. So I don’t even try. I just accept my fate, willing this to end quickly.

There is no prep, no exploration, no skin to skin contact until I feel the tip of his cock gliding along my slit. A rumbling sound echoes from his chest, what I can imagine is appreciation for my wetness. My teeth grind against my cheek as I tense, waiting for him to start to push into me.

As if he’d be that gentle. I doubt he even knows the meaning of the term.

A scream rips from my lungs as he sheaths himself within me in a single, powerful thrust. It’s too much. He’s too big, stretching me beyond my limits. Darkness surges at the edges of my vision, my body overwhelmed by the pain that sweeps through me.

There is no adjusting, no pleasure to dull the pain. A distance sob echoes through the room around us, and I faintly recognize that I am crying, cheeks wet from the heavy flow of tears rolling down them.

“Please. Please stop.” The words come out on a pained breath, falling on deaf ears. Each drag of his massive cock along my walls sends pain shooting through every nerve in my body, like being struck by lightning- repeatedly. “Please,” I begged again. He must hear me this time, but he still doesn’t relent. The root around my throat tightens to the point of becoming unbearable, my vision swimming as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs. They burn from the lack of air, I can’t breathe. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill me, he’s-

Ushijma’s hips slam violently against my ass once more before he stills, warmth flooding into my abused core more deeply than I’d ever imagined was possible. His roots unwind from my figure, dropping me unceremoniously to the earth, bruised, bloodied, and broken beyond repair.

A deep, gruff voice speaks, but as his lips do not move I know he has entered my mind, uttering only one profoundly alarming word:

Mine.

Twisted Wonderland (love triangle + confession + yandere ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images, yandere behavior (stalking, kidnapping, killing, manipulation)

characters included: NRC students (excluding ortho) + staff

op’s notes: I’ve been obsessed with twst ever since the english release so you can probably expect more twst games to come, heh

*general game notes/how to play

Finished reading killing stalking and ohmygod the amount of adrenaline rush I have had the whole time. I was trying to avoid reading the whole thing bc I thought it somehow affected my mental state. I didn’t want to sympathize with Sangwoo or I should say I didn’t want to justify his killings but as I kept reading I knew I was gonna have a soft spot for him. It was hell of a journey. Idk what to feel now. Ugghhhhhhhhhhh

The End of Something—Chapter 4

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

This is an AU of THE WALKING DEAD. So the apocalypse never happened, and everyone’s alive and well. If for any reason I’m getting characters wrong, please let me know and I’ll fix it to the best of my abilities. Also, there will be moments where I’ll come back to do some editing where it’s needed.

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Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (she/her pronouns)

Chapter Description: Your anxiety spikes and you wonder if your ex’s harsh words are true.

Warnings: Anxiety attack; mentions/reference to a toxic ex; harsh/abusive talk from a toxic ex; self-doubt; guilt and anxiety; spelling/grammatical errors; whatever else I failed to mention

Additional Info: Y/N = your name | Y/N/N = your nickname | Y/L/N = your last name | Y/E/C = your eye color | Y/H/C = your hair color

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You and Lottie spent a fair amount of time in the backyard, playing with Moose and getting more comfortable in each other’s company. The puppy had quickly become a favorite of yours. His innocence, the way he easily worked his way into your heart; you couldn’t imagine life without him after that. Moose was the dog you always wanted, the one your parents and ex refused to get. You’re secretly thanking whatever god is listening that Lottie and her husband got Moose.

After half an hour, Lottie brought Moose inside, you following behind them. Moose immediately went on the couch, throwing himself on his side and throwing the occasional look the sisters’ way. He was excitedly awaiting their company. You waisted no time, sitting beside him as he started sniffing you intensely. After every place he sniffed he’d give a little lick, which made you giggle. Your hands seemed to be his favorite; he quickly abandoned the sniffing and started licking and nibbling your hands and fingers. You giggled again, deciding to rub his head and sides, with Moose giving little huffs and nibbles wherever you rubbed him.

“I think it’s official,” Lottie said, sitting at the other end of the sofa. You looked at her questioningly. “Moose likes you more than me or Max.”

“No,” you shook your head, gently poking the puppy’s side. “I’m sure he loves you guys more.”

“Trust me, he loves you more.” Lottie smiled, watching as her dog played with her sister. “He’s affectionate with Max and I, but he’s not like this.”

“I’m a new person,” you responded. “I’m sure he’s like this with new people.” You gave your sister another questioning look.

She shrugged. “He is a bit more playful with the neighbor’s kid,” she said. “But he’s got a soft spot for girls.”

“Oh,” you said softly. You didn’t know who she was talking about, but nodded anyway. At least he’s good with kids.

“I think you’d like him,” Lottie said.

“Who, the neighbor’s kid?” you asked. Giving your sister a confused glance.

“No, no—sorry.” She chuckled, waving your comment off. “While I’m sure you’d love Carl, I meant his father.” Your confusion didn’t pass. Carl? His father? Lottie quickly continued: “Rick, that’s Carl’s father. Good man. Him and Max are good friends, have been for the last few years. Recently divorced.”

“I don’t understand,” you said slowly. Anxiety started to bubble in your stomach. She’s giving you way too much information on a man you don’t even know. “This sounds like… Why’re you telling me this?”

“So you can make friends,” Lottie replied. “I know moving to a new area can be scary, especially if you don’t know anyone. Rick’s a good man; he’s a cop too, if that helps. Trust me, I think you’d like him.”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. With your ex, you’d had a few run-ins with the police. Neighbors who’d call if there’d been an argument, only for the cops to not do anything in the end. You’d prayed and wished that they’d see something—how scared you looked, how you wouldn’t talk or look them in the eyes; they never did. Your ex could talk his way out of anything. After a while, you didn’t really trust cops. You were too scared to call them, and those who came due to neighbor intervention always left. It made you feel even more trapped and isolated. And he seemed to pick up on that.

“If you’re not comfortable, that’s fine,” Lottie said, trying for a smile. “We can take our time. There are plenty of nice people here.”

You didn’t respond, looking down at Moose. The puppy had stopped his nibble attack, instead going for resting his head on your lap. You absently rubbed his ear, trying to distract yourself from your rising anxiety.

“How about we watch a movie?” she asked after a moment of tense silence. “Whatever you want.”

You looked up for the briefest moment before glancing down at the dog. “It doesn’t matter to me,” you said, the comment automatic. “Whatever you want to watch is fine.”

With a soft sigh, Lottie nodded. “Give me a minute, I’ll get some snacks ready first.”

You nodded wordlessly. Part of you felt bad, your reaction obviously causing a shift in the general atmosphere. Things had been going well for the last couple hours, but then you had to make it about you again. Running your hands over your face, you close your eyes for a moment. You always seemed to make everything so difficult. It’s not fair to Lottie. Or Max. Or anyone else. It’s your fault. It’s always your fault. Blowing things out of proportion, making everything about you, never being grateful for what you have—maybe Ethan’s right.

You flinch at the thought, at the name. Ethan. The man you spent five years with. The man who made your life a living hell. You could practically hear him in your head, voice condescending and bitter. Angry, loud, cold. Your stomach twisted nauseatingly. Opening your eyes, you looked at the tv in front of you. Your mood had shifted, no longer did you want to be in Lottie’s company. And as much as you enjoyed Moose, you didn’t want to be around him either. You needed space.

“Lottie?” you called, your voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

“Yeah?” she exclaimed. “Everything okay?”

You swallowed thickly. “I, I think I’m going to lay down for a bit. I’m kind of tired.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. You can watch a movie, I just…” Anxiety started to overflow, your voice wavering off mid-sentence. You took a breath to regain your composure. “I need some me time.”

“Okay just, just let me know if you need anything.” Her voice sounded uncertain.

You mumbled out a response before gently moving Moose’s head from your lap. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes. Guilt started to ooze out the longer you looked at the puppy’s face. How could you leave him? Why would you want to? But you needed to. Giving him a final rub and a small smile, you left to your room. Gently closing the door, you sat on the edge of your bed.

Your room didn’t help much. It felt small, like the walls were closing in on you. The air felt thin and your breathing became labored. Your heart was beating so fast it felt about ready to jump out of your chest. Every breath you took sounded like a train, making you wince. Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths. Your hands gripped the edge of the bed, nails digging into the bedding and blankets.

Stop being so dramatic. Ethan’s voice rang in your head, so clear you were almost convinced he was in the room with you. Tears flooded your eyes, a strangled sob escaping your mouth. You always make a big deal out of everything, you know that? You’re so fucking selfish! Everything’s always gotta be about you and your damn feelings. I don’t care about how you feel, do you understand me? So just shut up and dealwithit.

You felt your skin prickle, fear mingling with the overwhelming anxiety. His words continued to bounce around in your head, and everything only got worse. The room suddenly felt like a prison. The air had been knocked out of your lungs. Your head was spinning and your heart was slamming against your ribs. Every fiber in your body was screaming that you’re in trouble, in some kind of danger—get out!

Abruptly standing, you threw your door open and rushed out. You barely registered Lottie as you hurried out the front door, gasping for air like a fish out of water. You leaned forward, your hands resting on your thighs as you desperately tried to steady your breathing. It wasn’t even a minute later that you felt a hand on your back, causing you to jump forward, stumbling to regain your footing. You whirled around to see who’d touched you, trembling and still struggling to breathe.

Lottie stood behind you, worry and fear etched on her face. “Y/N?” she said, her voice quiet but cautious. “What’s wrong? How can I help?”

You could only shake your head, unable to find the words. Lottie had a hand stretched out, hesitant. Her eyes were questioning, asking permission to touch you. You looked down. Lottie put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. Your brain hardly processed what she was doing.

It didn’t take long for the guilt to rear its ugly head. The guilt that maybe you were being selfish, that Ethan was right and you always made everything about you. You couldn’t go one day without causing a scene or blowing things out of proportion.

Maybe leaving wasn’t your smartest idea.

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Secret Santa Gift- Yandere Sukuna Ryomen (College AU!) Headcanons/Snippets

A/N:For@lifeofmisssugarpink ! You may notice I don’t write for JJK, and that’s because I don’t. /lh

Buuuut this person straight up has a “Sukuna simp” stamp so I had to whip up something with some help from betas who could look over and go “uh gee that sounds like rat ass.” Honestly she very much deserves a follow as she reposts some hot ass dark content JJK fic and is also a fucking phenomenal artist, as referenced in the headcanons/snippets below.

This is my first time writing JJK ever and I’m starting with the antagonist. Oh the life of a villain fucker is never done.

Ship:Yandere!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

Genre:Smut/Slice of Life(?) not sure how to categorize this, romance(???)

Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT,DARK CONTENT, open ending (I’m sorry I did not write you getting destroyed by sukuna’s monster peepee but I did write the build up to it!), Yandere,Stalking, Upperclassman!Sukuna, Pretty much a Scumbag!Sukuna too, Non/Dubcon, sexual coercion at the end, Sukuna is a disguised demon looking for someone to bear his offspring but I forgot to include that, so technically breeding would happen(?), manipulation

Word Count:641

-It started out so easy, so simple.

-You were always in the campus’s library, 11 am to 1:30 pm, studying and eating lunch by yourself. You were entertained by scrolling on your phone and occasionally a friend would join you… but most of the time you scrolled on your phone.

-It was a perfect opening for the cool upperclassmen Ryomen Sukuna to approach you and finally begin his process of cornering you into his cage.

-He’d tease you initially, coming across as some playful flirt all to lower your defenses.

———

“Ah, there you are!” Ryomen greeted you, then leaned on the table your books and laptop were on, “How are you? Have you eaten yet?”

Personally he didn’t care all too much about these trivial matters- he knew you already ate. He watched you do so. He also knew your day was fine except for the weird lowerclassman in your first period who wouldn’t shut up about some anime you clearly weren’t into.

———

-He’s kept his distance as you were good at playing coy and being shy. That is, until one day, he caught a glance of your laptop as you drew.

-To be honest, he should be quite flattered you were drawing him like he was some kind of god. I mean, you didn’t know he was an ancient cursed demon disguising himself as a student here in the hopes of finding someone like you, so the fact that you made such a connection only impressed him further.

-You nearly aspirated your coffee when Sukuna rested his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with surprised doe eyes then quickly shut your computer, feeling panic rising in your chest. You’d been caught simping.

———

“That’s a beautiful picture, it should be printed out,” he cooed down with a hair of something… different to his tone. You feared the worst, that he was rejecting a silly little simp like you, and you began to panic and apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry! I wanted to ask you about possibly modeling for my digital art class this semester, but I didn’t have any of your contact information… if you want I can delete it, just-“

“Oh, no. I love it, trust me,” he played with a loose tendril of your hair and squeezed your face between the index finger and the thumb of his other hand, “I’d actually like a copy. I want to see what you got right versus just from seeing me like this every day.”

———

-You’d exchanged phone numbers that afternoon and began texting that night. You didn’t know what to expect when you sent him that art piece.

-What you didn’t expect was him asking if you’d like to see his body in person to see where you could fix it.

-To be honest, you weren’t the most thrilled at the concept of fixing the piece since it was already done and shaded but… like, who would say no to seeing the hot reliable upperclassman without clothes on???

-You certainly wouldn’t.

———

“Haha… whaaat are you doing, Ryomen?” You managed out nervously, body pressed against the men’s locker room lockers of the campus rec center, “This is a little weird.”

“You can’t be this dense. Come on now, did you seriously think I was going to let you go after you got to ogle me without clothes to make sure you were ‘correct’ with your art?”

The warmth in his voice practically evaporated, he was now mocking and cruel. Each time you tried to writhe away from under him he pressed harder, soon coming to realize you weren’t going to give in easily. He sighed and held the base of your neck against the lockers and rutted his hips violently into yours.

“I think you know exactly how you can pay me back, cumslut.”

Type: Headcanon

Requested by:@angel-of-requiem​

Warnings:Violence, Stalking, Manipulation, abuse

BACK AFTER GETTING IN, THANK U MOD RULER, COLLEGE DONE NOW TIME FOR LAW SCHOOL,,, also I made an imagines blog (kimetsu no yaiba, anyone?) while I was waiting for this to open, please check out this? Also, announcements later. Thankks! - Mod Avenger

Beowulf 

• He’s terrifying. He cages you behind him like some terrible beast guarding a princess in a tower. Of course you are; to him you are kind, your songs like nectar from a flower. He wants to be the only one listening to them, they’re all taking advantage of you that’s why–
• You need to be safe. Absolutely. His intentions are pure, all he wants to do is keep you away from conniving servants, those mages who look at you like a lab specimen, your parents who look at you and no longer see their child but a battle-worn soldier, everyone.
• Keeps you in line with threats. It’s just verbal at first. Then it escalates when he hits you one day. You look at him with so much hurtand while he hates it, Beowulf notices that it keeps you so much more in line. It helps him keep you in line.
• Soon you’ve got a pavlovian condition where the slightest tensing of his arm makes you flinch, as you know what usually happens after that. If you were so docile, maybe we wouldn’t have to be ths way, he thinks. But now, you’re safe. Nobody can do anything to you now. N o on e. 

Merlin

• Merlin keeps his S/O in line by eternal sleep. That’s the last resort. Second is paranoia, just enough for them to only turn to him, and first, nightmares. 
• He gives his S/O nightmares of everything they fear. Maybe everyone leaving them for a better, stronger master. Maybe their family locked away by the Clock Tower, their lineage opened and examined. Maybe this time, the clock tower cuts you up and examines every vein and cell. 
• In those dreams, Merlin makes sure he is the one who saves you. All the time. The Cycle repeats until you can’t tell apart reality from dreams anymore. You’re erratic. Pushing everyone away. Mashu is concerned, but she doesn’t understand. Only Merlin does.  
• You sleep more and more with Merlin. He covers you up and makes you dream of a world where everything is soft, and whatever you want it to be. A Pokemon adventure? You become a Master with Merlin! Fantasy? Both of you travel! and your dreams turn into days and days turn into years and years turn into decades and decades into centuries but that’s okay! Merlin is with you so (WAKE UP)
• “You don’t need to wake up, my little dove. Stay here f or re ver.”  

Proto Cu

• Okay, so Proto Cu is the younger version of Fate Cu. He has Emer. And Yet Emer can’t hold a candle to you, and neither does Fand, the fairy woman Emer was ever jealous of, who was able to charm Cu. 
• Cu is chill! That’s a fact. But he gets unnecessarily riled up when you’re involved in the conversation. When other eyes stray to you, be immediately slips between you and them, arm around you and smiling with thinly veiled malice. 
• He’s one of the more healthier yandere, tbh. Cu is confident in his abilities and looks, so he’s  fairly lenient on his victimS/O. He just comes off as territorial, and somewhat aggressive when another takes interest in his S/O.
• But when he snaps, say goodbye to the outside world for months at a time. He’s your only companion now. Keep your eyes and hands on him so Cu might forgive you and let you out again. 
• “You don’t need to look at anyone else, yeah? I’m here. I’ll give you everything to give. Oh, but I’m taking everything you are in exchange, of course. I love you so  m u ch  after all.”
  

Type:Headcanon

Requested by: anon

Warnings: Stalking, Violence

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• Enkidu is subtle about their Yandere tendencies, because they are subtle about their emotions in general. Though they are noticeably nicer to the object of their affections, and snarky to anyone else.
  
• You always seem to have eyes on you, and because of Enkidu’s shape-shifting they can do just that; spy on you as some inanimate object or disguised as someone you’re more comfortable with.
• They always notice Gilgamesh being so mean to you. He was their best friend, but something inside him snaps whenever they see this occurring. Enkidu has gone out of their way to threaten Gilgamesh more than once.
• It all comes to a head one day when Enkidu sees their Master cry because of Gilgamesh’s temper. You hear a furious roar, followed by a gentle, “Don’t look.” Before noises of slaughter filled the void. You passed out from fright soon after.
• You wake up and you’re in a place you don’t recognize; a blank field with flowers and bright grass. Your head is in Enkidu’s lap. You ask them what happened and why you’re there, but they simply shush you and tell you that no one will ever hurt you.
• They’ve been counting, from the harshest of insults thrown your way to well-meaning quips, all of them were from people who had slowly disappearing from your life.
• No one would hurt Enkidu’s precious master. No one. Which is why the Chaldea staff notices your disappearance, all they find are bloodied sheets that were once worn by your Heroic Spirit.
  

Type: Headcanon

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Stalking (of the EX-tier level), Emotional Manipulation, Manipulative Behavior, Self-Harm.

I’m assuming this is a competition between the two, as you didn’t specify to separate them, Nonny? I’d still write this as OT3 anyway HAHAHAHA *cracks knuckles* I’VE BEEN WAAAITIN’ FOR THIIIIS- Mod Avenger

• Romani and Merlin often argue on who saw you first. It seems cute at first glance, but then they both have (had, in Romani’s case) Clairvoyance: they’ve been using their eyes since time immemorial and even before you were actually “here” to watch over you, all times of the day. 
• Merlin has seen you reincarnate and be born for over the course of a few thousand years, and it has driven him half-mad. He sees you through the windows of the accursed tower he was sealed in, and he just wants to reach over and slide his palm over your back, watch you sleep, and just cage you down beside him as you slept, sweet and small like a tiny dove–
• He’s sent love letters in the form of dreams, and he does it every time Samhain or your birthday rolls around, and sure, you forget as you go through the day, but he sees you looking over your shoulder, and Merlin grinsbecause he knows that you feel that he’s there. 
• And if he knows that if those he had slept with over the years were like tangy apple juice or citrus orange, then if he had you, Merlin was certain you would taste like ambrosia. Or maybe the mead served in Tir na nOg, and he would definitely certainly unavoidably taste it at some point, mark my words, beloved one it’s your fate and we will be bound over and over and over again
• As for Romani, if he was a Yandere, then did you think him being summoned as Maris Billy’s servant was a coincidence? No. Of course not. This was all God’s plan, and he would finally see you after years and centuries and all those lives of waiting, longing, pining, and and–
•  He needs to be human, of course. as sure as he was that it would help the shock-and-awe factor to appeal to you that he was the King of Magecraft, he didn’t need you shying away from him. Romani (Solomon) wanted you close, and he would do any means to achieve that goal. The downside is that he has to save the world before meeting you. Bummer. 
• Romani pulls a few strings, and he gets you up to Chaldea; and he can’t believe his eyes when you’re standing before him: all perfection and radiating warmth. He needs it. He cuts and cuts, and he fakes illness, and it makes his heart bloom into indecipherable warmth when you show him, only him, all those expressions, and no, darling, you don’t really need them alright? Don’t worry, I’m here. Stay with m e .

thebigblackwolfe:

elfyourmother:

saturnineaqua:

karnythia:

elfyourmother:

doolallymagpie:

he’s like this because nothing happened to him.

nothing kicked his ass into keeping with the times. he’s been allowed to coast along on milquetoast 90s feminism for two decades now, and yes he wasprogressiveback then. but you could see him getting behind the times as soon as the firefly era. or rather, the times getting ahead of him.

it’s not just that he’s been so busy patting himself on the back on the platform that the train left him behind, there’s not even a station where he’s standing anymore. yet he’s still jerking himself off with how much of a progressive feminist he is.

he was always like this, it’s just when he started, “this” was considered progressive, and now it’s ass-backwards.

joss whedon was never progressive. he’s always been a misogynist confusing his fetish for waifish white women beating things up with feminism, and everyone let him get away with it because he was a white man who claimed the term feminism. white feminists ate his shit up, just like they do with every other mediocre white man who claims feminism and blows smoke up their ass.

he has always been sexist, racist, intensely biphobic, lesbophobic (I assume none of you are old enough to remember the shitshow that happened when he killed off tara and this allegedly hip and smart writer feigned ignorance about the killing off lesbians trope). poc have been onto his shit ever since he killed kendra and damn near every other token woc that ever turned up on buffy.

So I don’t appreciate this revisionist history about Joss. Many people even then were there, in fandom, calling out his shit myself included. And we were being reviled and run off message boards and fora and email lists for daring to question Saint Joss, Champion of Feminism. I know because I was there in Buffy fandom. I hung out on TWoP’s Buffy and Angel boards among other places. People wrote meta then on it. It’s not like the 90s and early aughts were the damn dark ages. *Fandom* wasn’t nearly as receptive to criticism of faves though. Even less of white man faves than now.

I wonder if the people complaining about his Wonder Woman script also know about his plans for Firefly’s second season that never was (which involved Inara being brutally assaulted by Reavers and making it all about Mal’s manpain). This is not anything unusual for him it’s literally par for the course

Like the only thing that changed here is that y'all finally figured out how shitty he is. many of us have known this for damn near 20 years and have been yelling about it the whole time. nobody wanted to listen because most of us were qwoc lmao

the emperor never had any clothes folks. the only thing that stagnated in him was his latent bigotry. white feminism as usual is a day late and a dollar short.

I remember (oh Gog I am old, but whatever) I remember going off about his racism & misogyny on Livejournal so you know…at least 10 or 12 years ago. Maybe longer. And getting so much blowback from white feminists about not recognizing his value. And then again in 2009 bringing it up on a panel at WisCon & someone stopping me in a hallway to lecture me about how much worse things used to be, as though the fact that he kills off or dehumanizes Black characters (especially Black women) in new settings is an improvement.  And yes Whedon is better than the absolute worst possible people in Hollywood, but that doesn’t make him good, doesn’t make his work less creepy. Marti Noxon’s work is why so many people liked Buffy, but I guess we’re supposed to ignore her too in favor of pretending Whedon wasn’t always a problem. 

god , i remember when he killed off kendra, and how awful i felt, how none of the scooby gang (or ANY gang outside of like…freakyleaks) was a person of color. this was the part of the 90′s where all the things i loved from sci fi to feminism began to make me feel alienated.

i was so glad that Buffy got a “black friend” who also kicked ass and had amazing fashion sense. then she died the dumbest death on the series. and i was hurt,and i didnt know why. i didnt want to continue watching, but i couldnt explain why. 

i was ten.

I was a teenager then, actually I was the ages of the characters on the show which is why I related to it so much. and felt extra hurt by the things that happened, on the show and in the fandom

cuz you know all the awful shit every black female character on mostly white shows gets aimed at her by white fandom? “boring” “bitchy” etc. ignored and never shipped w anybody?

Kendra got that too. I had to read so many vile posts on how she was “ghetto” (????), annoying, a fake Slayer, etc. then she got killed by Dru’s fingernails and ppl rejoiced

I think that was my first real experience w misogynoir in fandom as a black fangirl and I didn’t have the vocabulary or understanding then to know why specifically it made me feel so bad. but it fucked me up

Lemme slide in this Whedon drag real quick. Season 2 of Buffy is unarguably my favorite and least favorite season of Buffy. Favorite because it brought in some of my favorite characters, least because the entire plotline was “Let’s torture as many women and girls on the show as possible”.

Drusilla: psychologically and possibly sexually tortured.

Willow: stalked and harassed, is taunted with her dead pet.

Jenny: Is brutally murdered and left for Gilles to find to advance his man pain.

Kendra: Is murdered for no reason other than to add to Buffy’s suffering.

Buffy: Is sexually harassed, stalked, and tormented by the man she lost her virginity to, kicked out of her own home and threatened with murder charges for Kendra’s death and is forced to kill Angel because of Xander’s lie (that he’s never called out for)

I was 7 when this shit aired and even then I knew what I was watching was bullshit. And I’m annoyed it took 17 years between Buffy season 2 and the fiasco that was Age of Ultron for his stans to take their heads out of Joss’ ass crack long enough to actually listen when people tell the truth about him putting out misogynist torture porn for decades under the guise of being an ~ally~.