#hit over the head with the obsession baseball bat | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

drefear · 10 months

Text

Hail to the King

Chapter 1: The Spider Man

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.

TW: smut, oral (m receiving) cursing, Miguel is a bit of a creep and a dick.

You stood outside the restaurant for a moment, staring at the dark night sky.

What just happened?!

Tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill over as you grind your teeth for a moment, practicing self control over your overwhelming upset and hurt. Was that even legal?

You sniffled and balled your fists. Fuck this guy, with his expensive looking suit and obvious God Complex.

You muttered obscenities as you walked home, not getting in the car and waiting like he ordered you to. Fucking ordered!

Two blocks down and you sighed, getting to the subway and finding a train to take you to your apartment, located in a less-than-safe part of Nueva York. But you didn’t care, you could take care of yourself.

Eyes tired from holding back your need to cry, you walked up a few flights of stairs to your floor, you convinced yourself it was good exercise. Twisting your key in the somewhat broken lock, you pushed into your doorway and slammed it shut behind you with the deadbolt.

That’s when the dam broke and the water works started. You’d gotten so lucky with such a great job, and now some power-drunk prick with a nice face ruined it without a solid reason.

He didn’t like you, so he decided to hire you? What backwards bullshit was that?

Not bothering to take your makeup off, you pulled off your clothing and slumped into bed with no plans of doing anything tomorrow morning. It was going to be a day to process and plan your next move.

Loud banging on your door made you fall out of bed, practically jumping out of your skin as the sudden thunderous sound was terrifying without warning. Grabbing your baseball bat from your coat closet, you tugged your hair into a messy bun and swung the door open.

“You’re late.” The big guy from last night? “And you apparently don’t answer your phone either.” His voice was unamused, blunt, and you didn’t care for it.

“How the fuck did you-“ you yelled, then remembering that apparently he was close to Peter, who had all of your information from hiring you. “You’re a sick fuck, now you’re stalking me?”

“Watch it, I’ll fire you.”

“I don’t wanna work for you, now leave!” You screamed and moved to slam the door, only to be stopped by a large hand holding it back. Miguel opened the door with a swift push and you stumbled backwards, caught off guard and off balance from his strength. It was like he was barely moving a cup, not even moving a muscle.

“I’ve decided that you’re going to work for me, and I always get what I want.” He spoke, stepping inside of your small apartment. “Now get dressed, so you can get to work.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spit back at him with venom you didn’t know you hate. You hated him. “Go find some other girl to obsess over and creep out.” You continued and swung the bat, him catching the wood and staring down at you.

“Obey me and I’ll reward you generously.”

“I’m not your dog, I don’t need to ‘obey’ you!” You groaned out as you yanked the bat backwards.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year plus bonuses when you complete certain tasks.” He spoke almost too fast.

The words passed by your ears in a blurt as white-hot rage filled your mind. The devil and angel on your shoulder fought and you didn’t know which one was fighting for what.

“Fine. Three hundred thousand a year. Bonuses, access to our facilities, a new phone, and an apartment on the west side.” He added.

“What the hell will I be doing? You don’t even know if I’m qualified, or if I’m a normal person. I could be a murderer.”

“That’s doubtful, as you couldn’t even hit me with a bat, and I’ve seen all I needed to. You’re most definitely qualified.” He answered, still offending you in a strange way. “Now get ready. I’m late because of you, and if I weren’t the boss, I’d rat you out.” He fixed his suit and sat in one of your dining chairs, the squeak of its legs making him scrunch his eyebrows in annoyance.

You huffed and moved, accepting that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I’ll call the cops.”

“That won’t work. La policía and I have an understanding.” It seemed like nothing was working and he knew it. “Are you done?”

Maybe if you played along for a bit, he’d get the idea and fuck off. Grumbling, you trudged into your bedroom.

“So what will I be doing?” You called to him as you went to your closet and pulled out a random blue dress shirt and black pants.

“You’ll be my right hand. Like an assistant but much more involved. You’ll work closely with my second, Lyla, and head operator, Jess.” He gave a full debriefing as you slipped on the clothes and moved towards the bathroom. “I’ll send a few of my men to help you move tonight, I don’t need you getting jumped out here in the slums.” He spoke with a certain disgust in his tone and you rolled your eyes.

“Your men? Second? Are we in a war or something?” You laughed, but he was quiet. No sense of humor, noted.

“Something like that.” His voice was lower, almost like it was a secret he didn’t want anyone around him to hear except you.

“Not that I care, but why me?” You brushed your teeth and waited for his answer, but nothing came. “Hello?”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough. Just know that I will not accept your refusal. You will work for me.” His speech was almost flattering, if he weren’t so infuriating. You dotted on some makeup and walked out to meet him. Slipping on a pair of low, black heels, he was already at the door. “Let’s go.” He nodded and opened your front door once more before walking ahead of you into the elevator. You hurried behind and almost missed the door as he stuck a hand through to stop them from closing. Your eyes didn’t meet him, avoiding having to thank him for such a small gesture of kindness after all the rudeness you’d endured. “And by the way, they call me Spider Man.” He said calmly as the doors shut and suddenly, your pounding blood was in your ears.

Spider man…?

As in… the most dangerous Mafia leader in Nueva York? The leader of the O’Hara family and the rumored Spider Society? A man infamous for murdering people with his bare hands, constructing some of the greatest hits on politicians and leaders all over the state?

Your body turned cold as you began to sweat. You were in the presence of a man known for being a brutal killer and a money-hungry demon who ruthlessly destroyed lives.

And he wanted you.

The trip to his headquarters was silent, sweating nervously as all of the rumors you’d heard about him came back to you. How he once almost killed a fifteen year old because he “ran out on a tab,” but luckily Peter paid it for the poor boy. Now, apparently, that same boy works for him. Peter told you the story on your first day, how some of the Spider Society frequented their restaurant, but it never occurred to you that this was him.

You remembered Gwen telling you over drinks after your first shift about how a lot of the staff of your restaurant had once been or still were low ranking members of the Society. You had said you just wanted to make your money and get on with your day, to which she laughed and said “that’s how I was too.” You left the conversation there and talked about other things, but now you couldn’t stop repeating her words over and over.

It was like the city was overrun by Spiders, all answering to the Spider Man himself. A man you were currently trapped in a moving vehicle with. A man you knew wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you even so much as messed up his coffee order.

Nothing felt real as your leg bounced with anxiety. Sure, you’d always been mouthy and stubborn, but the idea that those small flaws could have made you a target for him, it was almost too much to understand.

“Hello?” He called out and you turned your face to him. “Are you listening?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about… what I have to pack tonight.” You lied, to which it was obvious he didn’t believe you, but he ignored it anyway.

“I was saying, when we get there, I have a meeting with a few of my subordinates. I need you to stay and listen. Lyla will be recording the meeting, but you just need hear it and start understanding everything. It won’t be hard, but it might be a lot so pay attention, entiendes?” He spoke and you nodded. “Once the meeting is over, I’ll introduce you to Jess and she’ll give you a tour of the building and your office. You’ll be working a room over from me. While that’s going on, I have an appointment, and once that’s over, I’ll start explaining the rest of your work.” His words felt unreal, like you were having an outer body experience. Nothing could have prepared you for this and now you were thrown into his web with no way out. Was the universe playing some sick joke on you? Throw you into the arms of a cold blooded killer and laugh about it later?

The numbness in your bones began to settle in and you sighed inwardly.

This was going to be a long day.

Walking into a bustling lobby, your eyes were overwhelmed with an excitement you couldn’t help to feel. The smell of clean air, the crisp modern design, everything screamed class and high end. Almost as if this wasn’t a den of crime and murder. Who would let a kingpin rent such a beautiful and upscale building? And didn’t mafia bosses usually do business out of their homes or secret offices hidden behind a bookshelf?

Ok, maybe you watched too many movies…

No, this was the next level of an efficiently run business. Everyone looked focused and intelligent, some seeming like they were educated at an Ivy League college or politically invested.

You followed the largest man and watched as everyone parted to make way for him, scanning him and then dropping their gaze to you.

You, who looked so out of place and childlike next to the refined crowd.

Your name broke you from your trance and you bumped into Miguel, who was no longer walking. “Stop looking around like a lost puppy. I hired you because of your fire and bite, now bring her back or I’ll toss you back out of here on your ass.” His threat was obvious, and you puffed up your chest after he turned around.

He was somewhat right. You belonged here, you got here by accident and that had to count for something. Other people around you seemed like they wanted to be here, strived for their positions and fought to climb up the latter. Meanwhile, you didn’t even want your position and you got it because of your loud mouth. As much as you hated this all, you knew that some of the roughest and cruelest human beings stood in this building, but he decided to pick you.

“But we will need to buy you new clothes if you’re going to work here. I don’t want to see you in anything less than a thousand dollars. Is that clear?” He said as you two walked into the elevator.

“And where am I getting these thousands of dollars from? You got me fired.” You grumbled, annoyed at his arrogance and assumptions.

“I’ll have Lyla put it as a tax write-off and give you a company card. Your limit is fifty thousand, and you’ll only shop at places from a list she’ll give you.” He stared straight ahead as he spoke, barely even seeming like he was speaking to you. What a dick. You rolled your eyes and he glanced downward, a brow quirked upwards. “And save that attitude for the meeting. Everyone here is cut-throat, and you’re here to give them a humbling piece of your mind. I don’t do politically correct-ness. If you think it, say it. The only person you need to answer to is me, and I want you to give some of these sons of bitches a good verbal beat down. If they get out of line, I’ll give them something to really be scared of, so don’t hold back.” His words seemed to hold weight as the elevator doors opened once more and people separated like the Red Sea to let him and you through. Catching up to walk by his side instead of behind him, you kept a straight face and put your shoulders back.

Reaching your new office was exhilarating, seeing as you hated the situation, but began hating everything less and less. Miguel had been right about the meeting, ignoring what everyone else said as you sat and listened to him discuss plans for a new import deal and a possible new business venture. His words were sharp and sliced through everyone in the room, so there wasn’t much room for conversation as most of the people in the room didn’t want to pull the trigger and be the target. You nodded along and made mental notes, adding certain ideas to your cavalry and deciding between when to speak up or not to.

After that, he’d introduced you to Jess and Lyla, who both seemed too kind and cheery to be in this business. How could such funny and smiley women work for a man with so much blood on his hands?

Jess gave you a proper tour as Lyla followed and made snarky comments about certain people, places, and things. Often times, they were about Mr. O’Hara and every time, it made Jess snort with laughter. The three of you talked and laughed, even trading phone numbers with both of them. Lyla excused herself when she was summoned to the fourth floor for a call about a transport, and you and Jess finished the tour back at your office. She showed you briefly how to use your new computer and tablet, both of which had a schedule that you, Lyla, and Mr. O’Hara could see and edit.

“Alright, I have a gynecologist appointment in 30 minutes, so I’ll be gone for the rest of the day, but call me if you have any questions.” She waved and you gave her a goodbye before beginning to type up some of those mental notes from the meeting, sharing them with Miguel’s email to add him in and let him look.

An hour went by and you heard a ding on your tablet, signaling a private meeting in Miguel’s office that had started 20 minutes ago. You rushed, seeing as you didn’t get the notification earlier and now we’re late. Pushing open his office door, you blinked at the sight in front of you and gulped down a new feeling. Dread. Embarrassment. Pure fucking confusion and unshakable mortification.

A woman, thin and blonde, had her back to the door and was kneeling before Miguel. Hands on his thighs as he spread his legs, she bobbed her head up and down as he had both of his arms around the expanse of the couch, head back a bit in enjoyment.

The shock finally settled into humiliation and you felt your stomach lurch with anxiety. He must have heard you step backwards as his eyes opened to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his face. You shifted your thighs, moving to take another step as your face burned with a blush that could rival most makeup brands. Eyes as wide as saucers, you kept eye contact with him to avoid watching the woman’s mouth move up and down his cock. And he didn’t dare look away either.

He slipped a hand from the back of the couch to her hair and shoved her head down a bit, making her gag, and as the sound reached your ears, you choked a bit in sympathy. He hissed out a soft ‘good girl’ and you felt drool pool on your tongue, closing your mouth before it could drip out. He fucked up into her mouth as his eyes stayed on yours and before you could register it, he was groaning with a tight jaw and finishing. She sputtered as he came down her throat and as the realization of what you’d walked in on had hit you, you’d spun on your heels and slammed the door shut behind you.

Hands shaky, you wobbled back to your own office and sat in your chair, hands holding up your head as if it were too heavy to stay upright on its own.

What the fuck is going on?

Prologue Chapter 2

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara smut #miguel fluff #atsv miguel

566 notes · View notes

thepastdied · 1 year

Text

Do You Feel It? p.1

eddie munson x reader

Part 2 <-

Warnings: blood, violence, knives, sexy stuff

In short, Eddie is obsessed with you and breaks into your house. He's not very nice.

It's a stormy night and you're home alone.

You stand in front of a glass sliding door that leads outside to your back porch. It's summer, yet you shiver as your eyes remain locked on Eddie's. Your legs are barely able to keep you up as you shift your weight from one foot to the other - your mind racing at an alarming speed. Both of your hands are gripping the handle of a baseball bat that is pointed to the man who stands directly in front of you behind the glass. It was the closest thing to a weapon within arms reach, and you were so terrified that anything would do.

You hiccuped as a sob spilled from your lips which were tainted red with his blood. The air felt cold on your skin, the new tears keeping your cheeks wet. Your lips quivered as you croaked out pleas.

Eddie harshly bangs his fist on the glass, thick rings scratching against the surface, demanding for you to let him in. He too has a weapon of his own; a broken beer bottle that he had fixed himself. Your eyes can't help but flick over to it, fully aware of what more damage it could do to you.

"I won't hurt you, I swear." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, sticking his tongue out to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled sickeningly, though if you didn't know any better it would seem almost sweet.

In the course of the past 30 minutes..

You had become a complete mess.

Your top stretched out and hanging loosly on your skin (and in some areas torn), hair pulled out from your braid it was previously in, and a mixture of yours, and his, blood in various places on your skin.

Previously

He had broken into your house while you slept, scaring the life out of you as you heard toiletries fall from the bathroom. It could have been your cat, you quickly thought, but just as fast realized it's not possible because he was currently laying right beside you and just as curious about the noise as you were. You glanced at the clock. It was 2:17am.

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard a more dense thump and a mumbled "Shit-", positive that it was someone coming into your home. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your body broke out in goosebumps. Your head felt light, vision not fully focused, and your breathing stilled. You could hear your blood swooshing in your ears.

There is always a steak knife hidden between your mattress and box spring- just something you put there to feel safer after watching a horror movie with your friends as a young teen. You slid off your mattress, entire body buzzing with fear as you crouch down and feel for the knife. Tears well up in your eyes as you take a deep breath. Your bedroom door is wide open, and you certainly can't run to your parents' to get to the phone.

Just as you were going to pick up your cat and hide under the bed, you heard a sharp tap on the wall directly next to your doorway. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth with a shaking hand and slid behind your door, sinking down to your knees and hugging them to your chest. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage so hard that you are sure the intruder could hear it.

You peered through the crack of the door hinge. There was no one, which scared you even more. There was a tap again, followed by a loud scrape.

Right on the door.

"Hey..." The man whispered, his face coming into view where you peered out.

You choked out a loud gasp and fell backwards, the knife you were holding scraping your palm as your back hit the floor.

"Oh, shit- I didn't mean to scare you." He shook his head as he lighly laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, eyes wide in mock concern at your reaction. It quickly faded into an emotionless stare- tongue in cheek, hand roughly falling to his side (as if you're wasting his time) and his other tightening around a broken beer bottle.

He reeked of beer.

You immediately whipped around to run to the hallway though he was faster at roughly grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you back. He had no mask on, clearly not trying to hide his identity.

And you knew exactly who he was: Eddie Munson, the silly boy from History.

He grunted and mumbled profanities as he wrestled you to the floor.

"Jesus! Calm down, will you?" He gritted his teeth as his grip on your forearms tightened.

You stilled and looked into his eyes, waiting for any sort of explanation as to why he broke into your home and attacked you.

Eddie sighed and gave you a lazy smile.

"Wow.. you're even more beautiful up close." His tongue quickly wets his bottom lip.

He leaned down, his fluffy curls draping around his head and brushing against your cheeks. His eyes darked, narrowing as you flinched your head away from him. His breath fanned across your face as he leaned in.

"Do you feel it too? That spark when we first spoke.. I complimented you in that cute little sun dress, and you blushed. I got shivers when you looked into my eyes, did you?" Eddie's pupils were blown wide as his eyes danced across your face, deeply inhaling through his nose.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your mind was blank. You didn't realize you were crying until you felt tears running down your cheeks and to your neck. Of course you remember the first time you met. The air had been sucked out of your lungs in that moment; he was so handsome and pretty that you were paralyzed. You've talked several times after that during your history class.

"Do. you. remember?" He cleared his throat to get your attention and tightened his grip.

"Y-yes. Yes, I remember." Your voice cracked.

He hummed, a sign you supposed meant he was satisfied with the answer.

"Ya know, I've never felt that before." A hand released one of your arms and moved to your cheek, a soft thumb wiping away a tear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today. After you bent down to pick up my Hellfire notebook I dropped. Shit- I got so hard. Your tits were about to fall out of your top." He chuckled, eyes crinkling in the cute way they do, and shamelessly moved his eyes to your chest.

"I guess you could say it's made me a teensy bit crazy. Just thinking about what you'd look like under me.." Eddie's hand splayed across your throat, thumb smoothing over your skin.

"I'm just sayin', I'm not into that rape shit. Wouldn't want to waste my vi.. whatever. I won't do anything until you want me to. I'll wait." He smirked as if he were confident he would be able to do so.

Why did he have to pursue you this way? He could have asked you out like a normal person. He was fucking insane to think that you'd give yourself to him after he broke into your home and tackled you to the floor.

"Why the fuck would I want you to touch me?" You spat at him, some fear draining from your blood and quickly being replaced with anger.

"You broke into my house, Eddie!" You started to flail your legs and, to no avail, tried to writhe out from underneath him.

He scoffed and clenched his teeth.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch, y/n!? Can't even give me a chance, huh? Is it because I'm a freak?" His eyes were wide as he yelled in your face, face becoming red as he got more pissed.

You flinched away and squeezed your eyes shut, violently shaking your head. There is something wrong with him. He isn't making any sense.

"I heard you talking to Robin. Your parents won't be home all weekend, so we have plenty of time, sweetheart." Fuck. You mentally slapped yourself for even talking about that in public, it's a death wish if the wrong person is listening in. What he doesn't know is Robin will be over in the early afternoon.

His head dipped into your neck where he planted a sloppy kiss before trailing them up to ghost over your lips.

Panic spread throughout your body and you flung your head forward, your head smashing his mouth. He instantly let go of your other hand and falls onto his back, wiping the pool of blood from his lips. His eyes narrowed as you scurried away from him, nostrils flaring while he lunged forward to grab your ankle.

Fortunately, you were faster. And you ran as fast as you could down the stairs and toward your front door, Eddie hot on your heels. You barely managed to grab the door handle before he grabbed you by your hair, a shriek loudly echoing through your house.

"So you're just going to play hard to get then. That's fine. I like the chase. It's soo exciting." His fingers were tightly woven in your hair, back pressed firmly against his torso as he held your head against his shoulder.

"You planned this, didn't you? You got some sick, possessive crush on me and decided I was your target." You whispered. There is no getting out of this, and you have come to that hard realization. You feel hopeless.

"Bingo, pretty girl. I wouldn't call you a target though, hun, you're more special than that. I don't plan on hurting you. Just some fun, yeah?" He untangled his fingers from your hair and wrapped both arms around your waist, pinning your arms against your body.

His face settled on your shoulder and he gently swayed you back and forth, humming contently as if you're some happy couple slow dancing at prom. If only that were true. A loud clap of thunder causes you to flinch while Eddie hushes you.

You felt a dull ache in your leg soon followed by a sharp pain. You hiss as you try to take your balance off of it. Eddie's arms hold you more securely as he moved his head to look down. There was a long gash along the outside of your thigh where heavy blood was spilling from. You sharply inhaled and began to cry as the adrenaline wore off, the pain finally settling in.

"S-shit! When did that.. I- I didn't-". Eddie gulped as you went limp in his hold and slid to the floor.

You felt weak and couldn't run no matter how much you wanted to. You must have scraped against his beer bottle in the process of getting away from him. Your back was now against your front door as Eddie ripped the sleeve off his red plaid overshirt and began to tie it around your thigh.

You stared at him blankly. You wanted to kill him. For talking to you that day. For having a crush on him. For thinking that you'd date some day. For letting him deceive you. There was panic in his eyes as he examined the rest of your body. He mumbled apologies as he secured the knot.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you.. I didn't know that happened-" He started.

"Get the fuck away from me." You hissed at him and kicked him harshly with your unwounded leg. Your voice was low, but strong. "If you leave now, I'll never speak of this to anyone."

You couldn't even cry anymore. You were just exhausted and in shock that you were even in this situation.

He winced as your foot collided with his hip. Those big dark eyes snapped to yours and in less than a second the concern and panic was gone. The bastard smirked.

"Thanks for pulling me down from that cloud, almost got all soft." He sighed loudly as he stood up, pushing himself up by slapping his hands over his knees. He stretched his arms over his head and groaned. You glanced at his exposed skin and quickly looked away. Eddie tipped his head to the side and stared into space in deep thought. There was an awkward silence for a moment before he snapped causing you to jump and hold your chest.

"Hah! In my van, fuck, I forgot the weed in my van. Be right back, honey." He walked over to your console table and grabbed the keys. He turned his head toward you as he twirled the keys around his finger and pocketed them.

You waited for him to walk out the back before turning the lock on the door behind you and moving quickly to the dining room. He left the glass sliding door open, his truck just at the bottom of the porch. Just as you appeared he was shutting his van door and staring back at you. You slammed the glass door shut so fast that you thought it would break, and he casually walked up to the other side just as you locked it. The rain was loud and coming down hard. He seemed unbothered. You quickly grabbed the baseball bat that sat next to door frame. It's better than nothing.

Eddie shook his head at you and his shoulders shook as he laughed in a way that said 'dumb bitch'. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys.

"Please.. no." You held onto the lock latch for extra security. You began to sob, and you're not sure why now. Maybe it's because you have a sliver of hope now since he was no longer in the house.

His brows furrowed as he examined the keys, rain splattering around him. You saw his adams apple bob as he gulped and looked between you and the keys a few times.

"Jesus Christ! FUCK!" He snapped into a fit, punching the glass hard before grabbing the handle and roughly pulling at it over and over. The keys on the table were car keys, which you had already known. The smile you gave him made him still his deperate attempt to open the door and roll his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side.

Present

You were shaking as you tried to think of what to do. The phone, there's only two: one in your parents' room, one in the living room. But what if you let Eddie out of your sight? He could run anywhere.

You were pulled out of your head due to the sound of him running down the porch steps. You moved forward and pressed your head to the glass in panic as you watched him grab a large rock from the garden. No... no no no no.

The hard thump of the rock being dropped on the wooden floor of the porch could be felt where you were standing. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth, blood still profusely coming out, and pointed to the rock with the broken bottle he still held.

"That-" His head was turned fully toward you, only a couple feet away and separated just by the glass.

"- is going through this fucking door if you don't be a good girl and open it for me." He lightly tapped the glass in front of your face with the bottle. So lightly that you could barely hear it, that made it more creepy- the gentleness.

It was quiet for second until his voice boomed against the door.

"Did you hear me?!" He shook his wet hair back and forth, curls sticking to his face.

You remained silent, fully aware that it only pissed him off more. You couldn't speak anyway, your throat was hoarse and sore from crying.

Eddie spit at the glass directly in front of you, a huge splatter of blood covering your view of his face. He leaned forward and his laugh vibrated against the glass as he licked it, smearing the blood around. You cringed as you watched his tongue glide over the crimson liquid and glass, suddenly feeling heat at your core when he moaned.

You swallowed thickly, refusing to acknowledge the burning in your body. The ache in your leg wasn't worth your attention anymore.

You were pulled from your daze as he lifted his arm, pointer finger moving over his blood canvas and drawing a simple heart. He gave you a tongue-in-cheek seductive grin.

"For you, baby." He tapped next to the simple drawing.

Your heart skipped a beat as he stepped to the side, blood painting no longer obscuring your view, and wiped his mouth with his arm. The bleeding seemed to slow down. Not that you cared.

His breath was hot on the glass as he breathed on it, puffs of fog forming while his forehead pressed against the warm surface as his big, pleading, pretty brown eyes looked at you. A lovesick puppy.

You looked him over. The rain matted down his usually crazy hair making his curls more defined. The remaining blood on his mouth was mixing with the heavy rain and dripping down his chin, disappearing under the collar of his black Megadeth shirt. He had a bruise on his right eyebrow, which was probably from his fall in the bathroom. His big eyes were blinking at you, suddenly patient compared to just moments ago. He involuntarily shivered as a gust of wind hit him, though he seemed to not even notice.

This whole situation is fucked up.

You put your face closer and continued to examine him as if he were a zoo animal. His brows twitched in confusion, though he remained still so as not to scare you away. His sardonic grin was gone, and you hoped it wouldn't come back. You didn't trust him, still. But maybe if you did as he asked, this would just blow over. Then again, he is being a sadistic fuck. But being separated by the glass made you feel more safe.. making you realize how much it turns you on.

A war was waging in your head.

You hiccuped as your crying slowed, using the collar of your oversized night shirt to wipe your tears. You took a deep breath and puffed your cheeks out as you exhaled. You probably looked gross. Not that you cared what he thought.

You nibbled on your bottom lip and were unable to meet his eyes. He was so close that you can see his light freckles, eyelashes, the perfect curve of his nose and that jawline- God, that soft jawline. You moved away from the door quickly and walked to the kitchen to grab a butchers knife. Eddie tensed and moved along the door so he could keep his eyes on you. He relaxed, a bit, when you approached him again. You sniffled and held up the knife, the bat laying on the dining table just behind you.

"You're going to trash that bottle- and anything else that would be considered a weapon." You stood firmly as you tilted your head up to look him dead in the eyes.

His mouth was hanging slightly open, some rain water dripping from his bottom lip. You watched them fall, and he noticed. Lightning flashes. His lips turn up.

Without even looking, eyes locked onto yours, he blindly whipped the bottle into the wooded area off your porch. He put both hands up, fingers spread wide and wiggling, eyes half lidded while the corner of his mouth twitched up.

"Pockets." You point to his hip, and he quickly turns his pockets inside out before stuffing them back in.

"Let's start over, sweetheart." His chest puffed out as he ran his fingers through his hair and fixed his t-shirt that had been untucked from his jeans, fingers then clasping behind his back while he rocked back and forth in an 'I'm waiting' motion. His shirt was stuck to his skin, wet and heavy, and you could see his broad chest. Sweetheart.. you liked that. When your eyes met his, he suppressed a laugh.

You blushed so hard that your tears probably evaporated from the heat. He caught you gawking.

You gave him a once over and looked down at yourself. You were in a huge oversized shirt that went mid thigh, nighttime bra, and lacy underwear. You considered going to change, but Eddie knocks on the glass, decently, and startles you.

"Sweetheart...?" His palms were on the window now, one moving to draw smaller hearts around the larger one he doodled on his blood painting. "Throbbing for you... and I don't just mean my heart." His head falls back as he laughs at himself.

Wow, very funny. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to have no reaction as you were reminded of why this is so fucked up. You slammed the knife onto the table and turned your back to him, ignoring his pissy groaning. You closed your eyes and blocked him out to give yourself a moment to think. You can't make sense of any of this.

You attempted to run your fingers through your hair but winced as it got caught in knots. Thanks, Eddie. You pulled out the hairtie and pulled it back into a messy bun, hair no longer crazy around your head. A loud clap of thunder makes you spin around.

You turned toward him to find his head bowed down, hands still splayed across the glass near his head. He sees your feet appear and glances up, eyes so lustful it makes you shiver.

"Lace? I totally expected that from you.." Eddie slides down to his knees, wet hands squeaking against the glass. "Fuck.." He shamelessly bows his head to peak under your shirt. You kick the door, which gains no reaction from him, and step back. You should feel gross, but you don't. Maybe you put your hair up on purpose, knowing your shirt would ride up. He looked tortured. Not that you cared.

You smirk and nervously bite your lip as you grab the ends of your shirt and slide it up, stopping just before where your panties are visible. He perks up and presses into the glass, mumbling pathetic pleas as he stands up and grabs the door handle. His teeth grit as you contain a laugh, your hand covering your mouth. You stand in front of him, your hand on the latch. You feel yourself throbbing. You're sick and twisted.

Moving to your toes, your lips almost touch the glass, his just on the other side.

"Want me to open it?" You mouth.

The rain is suddenly so loud, the wind howling, and another flash of lighting.

He purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. "If you don't, I will." His head motions toward the large rock still sitting near him.

You pretend to be unbothered by that as you turn and pick up the knife before slowly unlatching the door. His eyes are wide in shock and he doesn't move as you slide it open and stand before him. You are both silent.

You raise the knife to his chest, hand slightly shaking now that there is nothing preventing him from launching at you.

"Be..have.." You try to confidently look into his eyes. "I mean it. Behave. Or I'll fucking cut you." You wiggle the knife.

He wordlessly walks you back into the dining room, his arm sliding the door shut.

"I'll behave if you behave." He jests as he makes his way toward the staircase, to your room.

"H-hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" You attempt to catch up to him, but a pain shoots through your leg again. You'd forgotten about your wound, too busy being turned on.

You slowly wobble over to the stairs and hop up, careful not to cut yourself on the knife you currently had, and lay at the top of the carpeted stairs to rest your pounding heart.

The floor creaked as Eddie exited your room with a towel around his shoulders. You quirked up an eyebrow and shimmied away from him, hand coming up and pointing the knife in his direction.

"Back the fuck up, Munson." You hiss at him.

He scoffs and ignores your threat completely as his eyes scrape your exposed thighs, a cold hand resting on your ankle and moving up your leg.

You breathe in and feel tingles spread along your skin. Your eyes watch him before kicking him in the shoulder when his fingers graze your inner thigh. He swears and holds his shoulder for a second before leaning forward and running his lips along your shin.

Persistent. Very persistent.

You liked it.

You want him to keep going. But this is so, so wrong. Robin will be here in the late morning, you just have to hold off until then.

You were about to smack the back of Eddie's head until he placed a messy, loud open mouthed kiss just above your knee- moaning as he lightly bit down on the flesh and licked over it. The same way he did to the glass.

The knife fell from your hand and your fingers balled up into fists. A moan bubbled in your throat and your toes curled as his hair tickled your thigh while his kisses moved upward.

Eddie stilled and looked up at you.

"Fuck, baby. Now we're talking."

Part 2

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddiemunson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #sadistic!eddie munson #mean!eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie #stranger things smut #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn

1K notes · View notes

lady-charinette · 1 year

Text

Forever obsessed with the fact that Kyu-chan had most likely taken care of the medical aspect of Rei's recovery after he shot himself in the arm and Kazuki and Miri being there for him every step of the way.

Kazuki explaining to Miri that Papa Rei had a bad accident at work and wouldn't really be able to use his arm the way he used to.

Miri being sad at first bc that meant Papa Rei won't be able to play video games with her anymore or hold her. Miri brightening herself up by saying Papa Rei is still Papa Rei, with two functional arms or just one, so she would do everything she could to help him recover.

Kazuki tearing up and hugging his girl and whispering what a good and sweet child she is, that both he and Rei are lucky to be able to call her their daughter. Miri hugging her papa & kissing his cheek.

Rei eavesdropping overhearing from his room, his jaw clenching in an effort to try and keep the tears at bay. They still roll down his cheeks and he quietly wipes them away.

Months of occupational therapy, Kazuki trying to find honest work, Miri going to daycare and trying to cheer up Rei and help him in the house. They're staying at another safe house of Kyu-chan's until they're able to rent their own place.

Miri sometimes rubbing and poking Rei's arm to see if he has any reaction, she grows sad when he doesn't but he just smiles and ruffles her hair, telling her he was fine as long as they all stayed together.

The quiet, tender moments in the evening when Miri is already sound asleep, safe in her bed from any threats. Where Rei is trying to change for bed but his shirt gets stuck on his head with only one arm pulling at it in one direction. Feeling two helping hands pull his shirt off the rest of the way.

Kazuki is holding out his Rei's PJ's to him, at first he refuses to accept help to get dressed, it was embarrassing, he was a grown man.

Kazuki just swats his hands away, all the while snarling what a stubborn bastard he was, but his touch was gentle and careful as he guided Rei's arms into the shirt sleeves and helped him pull up sleeping pants. Rei vehemently insisted on being able to go to the toilet ALONE, but Kazuki still hovered over the closed door from the other side just in case "Rei fell over, hit his head on the tile floor and someone had to fucking call the ambulance".

Kazuki changing for bed himself before he brushes teeth together with Rei. They grow comfortably silent, marveling at how they managed to escape with their lives, how peaceful things were (for now).

They still tense at the slightest sound, Rei reflexively tries to reach for the knife at his night desk, but he forgets he can't use his left arm and makes a mental note to move his knife to the other side for easier access.

Kazuki has multiple weapons; a short knife in the top drawer, a baseball bat under the bed and a small handgun tucked in his underwear drawer (he knew that was the safest place where Miri wouldn't look and couldn't reach). Since Rei was no longer a human weapon, he had to step up and protect both him and Miri in case Rei's father changes his mind and goes after them.

They still need time to fall asleep, Rei feels the phantom pain of the gun wound on his arm, the spot grows tense and spasms randomly throughout the day.

As if sensing his discomfort, Kazuki would reach over and gently massage Rei's arm.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to."

They fall silent again, Rei exhaling at the way his muscles relax again thanks to Kazuki's ministrations. He sinks further into the soft bed, no longer sleeping in the cold hard bathtub. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. You want an ice-pack?"

"No."

Kazuki had argued the mini fridge in their bedroom was purchased for the sole purpose of storing ice packs for Rei, but it looked suspiciously full of pudding and other sweets for Kazuki to munch on at random intervals during the night.

They fall into a comfortable silence again, until Rei quietly whispers into the darkness. "How is job hunting going?"

Kazuki snorted. "They ask all sorts of questions. What does it matter if can't handle accounting stuff when I work as a waiter? Someone else should count the money after work! Sheesh, they drive me crazy with all those extra questions too! 'What do you like to do in your free time?', 'Why did you leave your previous workplace?', 'Why would you like to work for us?'. Duh, to make money. Besides, it's not like I can just say my previous line of work got a little too dangerous and we almost got killed infiltrating my partner's mafia family mansion."

Rei chuckled quietly. "I don't think that would be a good answer."

Kazuki mirrored his chuckle. "Yeah, neither do I. But...I should find work soon. I will find work soon. So that I can support you and Miri properly and you can rest up well."

Rei tensed again beside him and Kazuki's hand shot out to caress his arm. "Tense, again?"

Rei didn't answer. "Rei?"

A muffled sob filled the silence and Kazuki's lips stretched into a small smile in understanding.

Rei tried to silence any sounds that might escape him, but the overwhelming emotion crushing his chest like a vice had him struggling to keep his composure.

This time, Kazuki's hand touched him again but instead of massaging his arm, he moved to tenderly grab Rei's head and pull him into a hug.

Rei tried to struggle at first, but just sunk into his embrace without much fight after a few seconds.

Kazuki held him close, fingers tenderly running through his messy black hair. He knew what Rei wanted to convey without him uttering any words.

Thank you, Kazuki.

They were safe and together and that was all that mattered.

#buddy daddies #bd #buddy daddies spoilers #miri unasaka #unasaka misaki #rei suwa #suwa rei #kazuki kurusu #kurusu kazuki #kazurei #kazuki x rei #reikazu #long post

585 notes · View notes

horror130 · 8 months

Text

having Richie and Eddie obsess over you would include

(this scene is so cute and funny)

request made by:@nightmarionnesworld

WARNING: mild aggression, manipulation, theft

🩹🤖 eddie is a super protective yandere and richie is possessive i.e. a pair of perfect yanderes.

🤖🩹 Richie and Eddie see the three of you as a trisal couple, since richie and eddie have crushes on each other and they both have crushes on you, so why not?.

🩹🤖 You would have to put up with constant bickering from these two as they can't go more than 15 minutes together without fighting.

🤖🩹 you spend most of your day with richie and eddie since those two are clingy little shits who don't like to be away from you too long.

🩹🤖 U always feel watched this is why Richie and Eddie are always chasing you Richie does this to make sure you're not around anyone other than him and Eddie, and Eddie does this to make sure you're taking good care of yourself and not doing something that could possibly hurt you.

🤖🩹 a lot of people avoid talking to you or even making eye contact with you and a lot of your friends turn away from you for some weird reason and that and why Richie spreads bad comments about you around town while Eddie bullies anyone who comes near you like that It's possible well ….Eddie may not look very scary but you have some idea how uncomfortable it is to have a boy staring at you with a deadly hatred in his eyes.

🩹🤖 the two plan dates without informing you like for example: Eddie Richie showing up unannounced at your door saying it's a horror movie night.

🤖🩹 the two are planning to kidnap you Eddie says to put something in your drink to make you sleep while Richie says hit him in the head with a baseball bat, Eddie strongly disagrees with this idea.

🩹🤖 they both like to give gifts so they often pool their allowances to buy you something nice.

🤖🩹 Richie whenever he's in his room he steals some of his stuff at first Eddie scolded him for that but now he always asks if Richie managed to steal anything from him.

(sorry if it's not very good I for some strange reason had a writer's block writing this)

#it 2017 #it x reader #yandere it #yandere male #yandere richie tozier #yandere losers club #yandere eddie kaspbrak

116 notes · View notes

peachesyeo · 2 months

Text

obsession ── junghoon bully part 2

💌 parings: bully!junghoon x bullied!fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: strong language, mentions of bullying, mentions of assult and violent behaviours. lower case intended. be reminded that i am not in any way affliated to the real life kim junghoon from xikers. this does not represent him in real life, too. lowercase intended. 💌 word count: 0.6k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

to the previous part?

today marks the seventh year mark of you in the city.

"hey, i'll be going first!" you told your coworker, who pouted and waved goodbye at you. you laughed, seeing her glum face. "c'mon, closing isn't really that bad."

"it's bad enough dealing with the kids." you giggled at her reply, waving as you turned and started to make your way back home.

after escaping from that small town, you changed your name almost immediately. puberty and the knowledge of skincare changed your appearance much, and without the existence of that person, you are having a smooth life.

you had a work that you like, being a childcare teacher is your dream, and you lived up to it. as you walk home, you fish out the paper that the kids had drawned for you, as well as a paper rose one of them had folded for you.

your lips tilted upwards as you deciphered what the kids had written for you. soon, you reached the door of your apartment. as you removed your shoes outside of the apartment, you noticed something...weird...

did you... leave the lights on when you left the house?

this had happened before. today, you were in a rush to leave, so there might be a chance that you have forgotten.

your brows furrowed as you inserted the keys, entering your apartment and locking the door behind you. as you were about to enter the living room, you paused, your eyes wide.

broken glass on the floor. your plants and books were thrown around. the tv was smashed. a single metal baseball bat laid in your way.

your eyes widened and your body began to shake uncontrollably. no, there is no way he found you.

but that baseball bat, you recognised it. that thing that swung down on both you and many, many other victims. his favourite weapon and torture device.

no, no, you have to leave. he was the reason why you threatened to end your life if your parents didn't move to the city. he was the reason why your teenage years were miserable. he was the reason why you could not trust people, especially males, easily.

"fuck..." you stepped over the bat and rushed to your room, not caring about the broken glass that cut through your skin. you head towards your dresser first, opening the wardrobe-

the door to your room slammed shut behind you. you froze, hearing the turning and the 'click' of the lock.

from where you were standing, you were able to see the mirror. he was standing right behind the door, his piercing eyes on you. fear choked you, denying you of any air as he stepped into the moonlight.

he was taller. more handsome. more crazy. he was wearing a casual dark blue suit, and - you let out a sob - he was carrying a sledgehammer.

"hello, little bitch. long time no see." his voice was calm, but you could see the crazy in his eyes through his reflection. the memories of you being tortured by him came flooding back and you fell to your knees, suddenly weak.

"you know, i've been looking for you ever since you left. i would always imagine what i would do with you when i catch you. hit you? strangle you? break your legs so badly that you would never walk again?" junghoon stalked slowly towards you, and soon you felt the tip of his boots poking at your back. you held his gaze as he slowly descended, his face right beside yours.

"look at you. shaking like a poor lamb." his hand ran through your hair, and the goosebumps rose along your arms. "i haven't done anything to you, yet."

"after running away for seven years, it's only right for you to come back to me, right?" his whispers were gentle, but the meanings he carried were venom. "and i have to punish you..."

"and make sure you have no way of running away from me again."

➳ pernament taglist: @wonwooz1 @kwanienies @yeodeulz @enhacracy @leyittara @lonewolfjinji @sousydive @joshuahongnumbers

#xikers #xikers fanfic #xikers oneshot #yandere xikers #xikers x reader #junghoon #kim junghoon #yandere junghoon #xikers junghoon #junghoon x reader #☁️by k #xikers imagines #xikers drabbles #kpop #yandere kpop #kpop yandere

25 notes · View notes

disasterbiwriter · 3 months

Note

You may have seen me obsess over this before, but... Luke tries to teach Jess how to play baseball, because "every boy likes baseball, right?" And it doesn't go very well. 😆

The Diner Dudes and the Bad Hop

Part I

Lorelai is bussing a table when Luke clatters down into the diner, and as she looks up and takes him in, it's clear she's trying not to laugh.

"What?" Luke demands. "What?!"

"Nothing, I just didn't know you realized you could wear those things with the brim to the front." She reaches up and gently flicks the brim of his ancient Mets cap.

"Knock it off." What does it say about him that even that miniscule degree of contact with her sends his stomach into somersaults?

"Sorry, sorry." She looks him over once more, from the hat down to the scuffed up Slugger hanging at his side. "So, you're really going to go through with it?"

"'Course," he says. "He's excited."

Her face is soft. "Of course he is. He loves to take the trash out if it means you're with him."

"It's going to be fun," Luke insists. "All boys love baseball."

"Right right." She snaps and points at him, cheeky. "Hey, do you think he'll put whatever he's reading down long enough to hit the ball, or are you thinking the reading material will be thick enough to be a stand-in for the bat?"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Are you in overtime yet?"

"Maybe."

"Go home."

Part II

"All right, bud, remember what I told you?"

Six-year-old Jess is vibrating with excitement. "Yep!" He ticks the items off on his grubby fingers. "Keep my eye on the ball. Don’t swing at anything below your shoulders or anything higher than your knees."

"Er, close. It's actually - "

"And quit when it starts to feel like all the baselines are running uphill."

Luke scratches his head. "Did... I don't remember telling you that last one."

Jess scrambles for the backpack he slung off along the first baseline and pulls out a pristine library book. "Babe Ruth’s Baseball Advice," he announces proudly. "Mrs. Gilley ordered a copy of it for the library when I told her you were gonna teach me baseball."

Mentally Luke runs through a catalogue of sayings attributed to the Big Bam and makes a mental note to remind Mrs. Gilley that Jess is still in elementary school. "All right, put the book down, let's get to it, kid!"

"I'm ready, Uncle Luke!" With comedic effort he hefts the bat over one shoulder and readies himself behind the plate.

"Uh, honey? Try taking the mitt off when you bat."

"You got it, Uncle Luke!"

Part III

"Jess, I think you'll probably have more luck if you open your eyes when you swing."

"Good idea, Uncle Luke!"

"Jess, honey, that's third base, not first."

"But we read left to right! Why do we run right to left?!"

"I, uh... I don't actually know the answer to that."

"That was better! Try running towards the ball instead of away from it next time!"

"What if it lands on my head and cracks it open like an egg?!"

"No, I'm definitely sure there are only three bases, kiddo."

"Chuck Presby says there are twelve, and if you miss any of them they make the umpire put you in JAIL!"

"But are you sure?"

"Look, sweetheart, I know I told you I don't actually know everything about baseball, so I guess it's possible... But I'm telling you, I don't think there has ever been a baseball player who was also a bank robber. And you've gotta stop listening to anything that Presby kid tells you, he's an id - he's just teasing you."

"Uncle Luke! We forgot the wickets!"

"No, Jess, there are no wickets in baseball, that's cricket."

"Uncle Luke! Uncle Luke! I hit it! I - oh no! Uncle Luke! Are you okay?!"

Part IV

Lorelai unearths a bag of peas from the diner's freezer and gently settles it against Luke's cheekbone. "Well, at least he hit it."

Luke glances over at the counter where Jess is wearing more ice cream than is getting into his mouth. He loves that little gremlin so much he might actually cry - or would, if any tears could escape his rapidly-swelling eye. "He certainly did. Baby's first bad hop."

"What on earth is a bad hop?"

"You know," Luke sighs, "ask me some other time. I think I'm done talking about baseball for the day."

"You got it. Need a beer, boss?"

"Make it two. Hey, didn't I tell you to go home?

"You want me to get you a beer or not?"

"Right, shutting up now."

Part V - Two Weeks Later

"And then," Jess says proudly, tapping the little square with his finger, "the guy hit a fly and got out at center field - so I put the 8 in his box Eight stands for center field, remember?"

Lorelai whistles over the scorebook, impressed. "That's so cool, kid. And you learned how to do all that today?"

"Yep." He spins a little on his stool, clutching the precious document carefully in both hands. "Uncle Luke says I picked it up faster than anyone he's ever seen."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me even a little bit."

"I think watching baseball is more fun than playing baseball." Jess beams at Luke as he comes out from the kitchen, Jess's dinner in hand. "Don't you think so, Uncle Luke?"

Luke sets Jess's plate in front of him and strokes his nephew's hair. "You know what? These days I think you're right."

#diner dudes #“I'm here Jess” AU #gilmore girls #jess mariano #luke danes #luke raising baby jess adorable family drama ensues #am writing #fanfiction #my writing #thank you for the prompt stella!#stella asks #Dedicated to my partner who fills out a scorebook at every baseball game he attends

23 notes · View notes

cherryberry-sugarandspice · 6 months

Note

Hey shmoopie lately I’ve been obsessing about movie HC’s of Miguel so can you do Phantom of the opera (from the other commission, I forgot if I made it or not) and The boy pls pls pls and make it all smut so for The phantom of the opera make it so that the specific scene is when the phantom let Christines fiancé go what if he didn’t let Christine( in this situation, the reader) go and just like kept her there and did Intercourse or sum and for the boy what if like once the dude came out of the walls instead of tryna murder the babysitter he like did a tiny bit if fornication yk TEHE PLS PLS PLS DO THIS BUT LIEK ITS OPTIONAL I JUST WANT TO KNOW WETHER OR NOT YOU WILL C:

hey pookie

okay I'll be honest i've NEVER seen phantom of the opera *record freezing, people gasp, glass breaks, and I gulp* BUT I PLAN ON TO OKAY?? PLEASE PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN!!

I'll come up with something for sure on Phantom of the Opera, like Miguel finds reader too pretty and too lovely to go and she's like "fuck, I wanna be with him too" and they're together <3 fluff and smut? sign be the FUCK UP!!

and the boy? I've seen it.

GOD MIGUEL BURSTING THROUGH THE WALLS WITH A BROKEN PORCELAIN MASK SOUNDS SAUUUR YUMMYYYYYYYYY

reader gonna go "GODDAMN!! AWOOO" and drop to her knees and go "GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULPGULPGULPGULP-"

*i get hit over the head with a baseball bat to kill the hornee*

huh? what? where am I??

ahaha but yes I'll do them

#cherryberry answers #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #i started barking no joke

9 notes · View notes

vaguely-yandere · 2 years

Note

BROOOOOO girly yandere has my entire heart and i <3 them

Imagine girly yandere with a darling who goes along with girlys touchy feeliness, they’re just as affectionate! Always calling girly yandere their wifey, sometimes just holding their hand “just cause”, being comfortable enough to hug and maybe even sit on yanderes lap out in public with no worries cause hey! This is their bff, ofc they’re ok with it!

(Meanwhile Girly yandere is just absolutely eating up all this attention. Regardless of what darling thinks, girly sees this as darling claiming them so that means darling and girly are off limits! Especially darling, or else)

Carrying around cutesy bandaids for those “mysterious” cuts and scratches girly yandere gets sometimes! Cheerleading practice maybe, darling knows girly always pushes themselves out there. Always going to yanderes games, girly yandere and their team works so hard afterall! Maybe Girly yandere getting a little aggro and possessive when their teammates get a little too close for yanderes comfort.

(Darling is THEIRS and everyone knows that, EVERYONE)

Maybe darling is just kinda like that with everyone!!! They dont see what they do as romantic in anyway, but lately, it seems everyone has become aversive to darlings affection! It hurts darlings feelings when people they used to be able to hug and hold hands with and just be comfortable suddenly turn cold and practically bolt when darling lays a hand on them! But its alright, girly yandere doesn’t act like that! You can keep all your snuggles and affection for them

(Like how its SUPPOSED to be darling<3)

ANON IM GONNA KISS YOU!!!!!! ive been WAITING for someone else to be just as obsessed with more 'fem' yanderes!!!!!!

CW: graphic depictions of gore, violence and car crashes

sure, seeing you cry in their arms is hard, especially when you dont know why everyone is avoiding you and you go from everyones friends to just girly yan's but fuck, its so worth it to have you asleep in their arms, body pressed against theirs, face a little puffy from all your crying. (poor thing.. dont worry love, you just need me..)

its worth it to see you direct all of your loving attention towards them, to see you stop talking to all of those pathetic losers and to finally realize theyre all you need! just them! sure, its hard work maintaining this. every talk to a young athlete? theyre so arrogant, thinking theyre on top of the world, the strongest person in any room! the one that can do anything! so when girly yan, a 'measly' cheerleader threatens them, obviously they just roll their eyes and keep trying to talk to you, ignoring the way their skin prickles and the back of their necks go cold when girl yan glares at them.

so, all girly yan needs to do is show them their place, which is away from you and below them. maybe they'll spread rumors and get them expelled but thats only if the athlete stays on their semi good side. if the athlete goes out of their way to irritate girly yan? i already see the two racing, hearts pounding, screams ripping through their throats before girly yan wins and bludgeons them.

now, girly yan is a monster when theyre pissed! their kills are very... violent and overkill. they forgo simple weapons like a knife or gun and goes for anything that requires whole body use. axes, baseball bats, hatchets, rocks, anything that helps her release some of their pent up anger and after theyre dead, they'll keep going. hitting them over and over again, usually focusing on the head (if they still have one at this point, hehe!) or on their arms. usually their victims are barely identifiable, nothing but bits and blood, almost always having to be ID'd by dental records from the pure brutality and good luck with getting the cops to investigate, the head of police is their parent! besides, its a small town, probably just a drifter! (don't worry darling, i'll protect you!!)

and i love seeing girly yan quietly singing to Dolly Parton or some other country girl music while cleaning themselves up, watching blood go down the drain, hair up in a towel as they wash their face with facial cleanser, going about a normal girly night routine but with blood stains in the shower, a hand print or several around door knobs, clothes and shoes sitting in the hamper for tomorrow. its just so... horrific!!! <333 normalcy with some horror!!! we always see other peoples skincare routines, what they do as they get ready to sleep and recharge for tomorrow, how they go about their routine, their ritual with such ease, confidence, habit! how scary is it to imagine someone going through their ritual with a bloody axe sitting in their shower?! or self defense wounds covering their arms or blood under their nails!! just the subtly (and not so subtle signs) that something horrible went down!!! like the horrifying feeling of seeing someone get hit by a car, that singular bone chilling moment of seeing their skull hit the hood, see their body bend at impossible angles, the second you feel your mind exist your body to protect you from the trauma of watching how easily their limbs flailed, how easily their body just folded and bent like a ragdoll and then seeing them get up and act like they were fine (adrenaline darling, it does amazing things.) when they most definitely arent and you just feel like puking!!!!! <3333

okay, sorry, you really shouldnt think of car crashes like that, it was just the only thing i could think of when you feel something is just. wrong. and the only other person there acknowledges this and just keeps going on with their day.

i love girly yan so much,,,, def one of my more violent ones <3

i love writing gore too! one of my fav things to do but im always a touch worried about scaring ppl off so maybe ill just work on giving more trigger warnings when theres going to be gore

#asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #girly yandere #horror #gore

120 notes · View notes

weirdships000 · 8 months

Text

an unhealthy obsession

Zane had been stalking Gene for a few months now, he just couldn't help it, Gene was so.....perfect, perfect in everyway, tall, dark, handsome, power, smart, and those beautiful teal eyes, everything a person could ever want.

Zane had started stalking Gene at the beginning of his freshmen year, at first it started with little things, learning Genes hang out spots, what type of food Gene likes, Genes favorite things, occasionally taking things leave behind, gum, leftover soda cans and wrappers, hoodies, small things, but after awhile Zane started following Gene home and watching him trough the window. but today Zane decided to take things to the next level by.....entering Genes home without permission, no big deal, Zane was sure that if Gene knew he wouldn't mind.

Gene was out somewhere, so were Genes mom and younger brother so no one would catch Zane digging around in Genes room, Zane took Genes sheets in his hands and started breathing in the scent of it, it smelled like Gene, sweat and strong spicy cologne, it smelt so good, it was like heaven to Zane.

Zane began rummaging through Genes drawers, he grabbed a pair of Genes underwear and put it in his pocket, just for.....'private' use later. Zane started looking at Genes decorations when he noticed a cardboard box in the corner of the room, it was covered in Genes dirty clothes, but it looked....off, like it was put there to try and hide the box. Zane walked over to the box and moved the dirty clothes off it, Zane opened it and gasped.....there were pictures of him in the box, Zane's hoodie, a pair of glasses Zane lost a few weeks ago, Zane's underwear, what looked to be a big lock of Zane's hair.

Zane heard giggling behind him, he turned and was hit in the head with a baseball bat, as Zane passed out the last thing he saw were those beautiful teal eyes that he loved so much.

#aphmauproship #mystreet proship #proshipper safe #proshippers please interact #proshipping #proship aph #yandere #yandere Gene #Yandere Zane #yandere Gene x Yandere Gene #proship gene x zane

6 notes · View notes

chimielie · 2 years

Text

sometimes you hit your newfound and strange obsession with kenma over the head with a baseball bat and sometimes. it hits you

#lp #im the character in kenma’s video game and his little avatar is literally beating me up

4 notes · View notes

grizzledyoungimpact · 6 months

Text

Kay's Whumptober Day #19

Prompt #19: I'll take one final step. All you have to do is make me.

Pairing: Sami CallihanxEddie Edwards

Mentions Of: Davey Richards, Alisha Edwards, Audrina Colette (OC), Lyra Dawn (OC), Harlow Fischer (OC), Maddox Lovell (OC)

Verse: Main, Slight AU

Everything Eddie Edwards had become in life was thanks to one man.

It had started with the baseball bat sending the chair into his eye. Eddie had won the match against 𝗵𝗶𝗺. He had rolled 𝗵𝗶𝗺 up fairly only to end up attacked from behind. That chair had been placed over his chest and that with the combined force of the bat wrapped in barbed wire had busted open his eyes. Even now, he could feel the force of the blow if he thought about it for too long. It had been that hit from the bat that snowballed into where he was now.

The eye injury, after all, had led to the obsession with 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

Eddie had stalked the man who professed himself as the new horror for the better part of a year before his and Davey's adopted daughter Lyra Dawn had taken the hard measure to do what needed to be done. Eddie had been checked into a mental institution for his betterment, trying to get him the help that he so desperately needed. Eddie had stewed in his own anger, his hatred while he lived life away from his then husband and adopted daughter.

Once he had been checked out, Eddie had tried to live life normally again. Davey had become a rock, even if Eddie allowed his emotions to be ruled without honor. It hadn't mattered how positive the addition of the British wolves were to his life. As long as Audrina Colette whispered darkness in his ear, Eddie had only wanted to do what she said. The darkness was due to 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

Everything was because of 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

For a brief, shining moment after Audrina left, life had been good. Eddie and Davey had been happy and planning a world tour together. It felt like the time before the darkness, before the injury. Eddie had dared to hope and dream. That light, that good, had quickly turned to darkness after a man of shadows had torn his Davey away. Even Alisha, who had been their third musketeer had been worried about Eddie's behavior, and rightfully so. Eddie had been willing to throw away his sobriety because he couldn't stand the pain anymore.

And then 𝙝𝙚 had shown up at the bar.

As soon as Eddie's cold blue eyes, consumed with rage and hurt, met the cruel brown eyes of the man who had ruined everything, the elder wolf had been ready to fight. "I'll take one final step. All you have to do is make me," the man rasped as he told his hands up in submission. Eddie wanted nothing more than to fight, but this darkness? This evil?

It was the only fucking thing that made sense right now.

"It always comes back to you," Eddie didn't try to push him away, refusing to look at Sami Callihan. He sniffed, stirring the ice in his water, "No matter where I'm fuckin' at in life, it always comes back to you."

"Ya ain't drinkin' are ya?" Callihan sat down next to him. There was a silence between the two and Callihan cut hand signals to the bartender to cut Eddie off from the possibility of alcohol. "I have 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 where ya are, ya know. I don't care if you want to drink or not. I'm not letting you go down the same path I did."

Eddie snarled, hunched over the bar, "I don't give a shit if you've been down that road. You're my enemy. Ya get that, right? You always fuckin' have been."

The sharp bark of a laugh that left Callihan's lips made Eddie want to smash the glass in his hand over Callihan's head. "You're damn right I have been, but I always 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 you, Eddie. Despite all the bullshit, that respect lingers. I'd be shitting all over that if I let ya throw your life away. I refuse to let you."

Eddie glanced over at the man, noticing little things about him for the first time. The way his lips turned into a rugged smirk. The way his eyes seemed to sparkle with an almost mischievous light. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he admitted, "I respect the talent you have. Always did. Ain't no one able to drive me crazy like you have. And I mean that literally. I ended up in an asylum because of you."

Callihan laughed again, a throaty sound that had once driven Eddie mad. Now? For some reason, Eddie decided that laugh was warm. "I respect your talent, too. I can't say I know how you're feeling right now, but I've been alone. I know what it's like to not have that one person you'd move mountains for, to have them not be with you. Turning to the bottle nearly ruined my life. I won't let it ruin yours. I'll be damned.

Eddie wanted to tell Sami the truth, that this would not be the first time he turned to the bottle. It would just be the first time Davey wasn't here to stop him. "We're enemies. We...uh..."

"That rivalry is behind us," Callihan protested, a gentle hand to Eddie's shoulder. It was the first time that he had ever laid a nonviolent hand on him, Eddie mused. "But now? I'm here to help. However you need it, I'll help you, Eddie."

#impact imagine #character: eddie edwards #character: sami callihan #kays whumptober 2023 #whumptober 2023

1 note · View note