"for those who just wanna squeeze the stuffing out of them."
ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ <(18, any pronouns (neos & nouns included if you're feeling creative))
english is not my first language.
this is mostly for posting my ramblings w/o necessarily making it into a full-story (OS or fic), glimpses into OC lore included. but i will still add completed fics here.
this is a yandere/pathetic creepy men centric blog, mostly just me putting my favs into situations. lots of horror and/or horror characters.
this has a lot of nsfw (violent and/or sexual) and toxic/imbalanced relationships.
I can’t get over the fact that Danny was incognito as Jed Olsen during the 1990s, an era full of square ass office wear. Although I’m sure he enjoyed pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes I feel like a part of him hated everything Jed represented lol.
My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.
Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?
What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?
Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.
i know this would never take off, because trying to get a group of people on tumblr to do something is like herding cats, but could the x reader fandom agree on a collective tag to use for ambiguous drabble-style posts with multiple character names at the bottom? e.g. ‘#adapt drabbles’ or ‘#archetype drabbles’ or something along those lines, just so that people who don’t like reading them can block the tag (and that those who do can follow it!)
(for clarity, i’m referring to the post style which is roughly as follows:)
[a piece of text — usually a description or short passage of some sort, using the characters’ pronouns but without specifying a name]
CHARACTER, character, character, character, CHARACTER, character, CHARACTER, character + your favs!
cw; choking, p in v, heterosexuals, nsft, murder, violence against women, dub con, dark content
ive had this one sitting in production for a minute but it's one of the darker ones in my opinion. i think he's so interesting and so fucked in the head. his yandere isn't as explicit in this but that's kinda on purpose. he's obsessed with you but he's good at hiding it especially because he's definitely also battling some internalized homophobia. like he will not examine how badly he wants to be your girlfriend no sir he'll just ask you uncomfortable questions and date women who he thinks are your type. and even then it doesn't matter if you don't like women because he'll just date women who remind him of you.
you live in a nice modern style house. the kind of house you'd usually find belonging to a billionaire who thinks having natural light is a personality trait. never in a million years would you be able to afford this place but a few months ago you'd found this guy looking for a roommate. the rent was dirt cheap, like the kind of dirt cheap that meant this was probably a scam. honestly, even after 3 months living there you were waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under you but as far as you could tell it was real and your roommate was just a nice guy.
he was a large guy, his chest was broad and he was extremely tall. he was pretty hot too, he had piercings and tattoos and he was always wearing tight obscure rock shirts or horror shirts. personality wise he was a bit of a loud obnoxious guy, he could act like a real frat bro but he was nice? nice enough. the only real quirk about being his roommate was the part about sex. apparently your roommate was in porn and would often record videos in his house. it was like living with a frat bro in effect, he'd have big networking parties and sometimes that turned into big networking orgies. sometimes you would come home to see him and a young woman half naked surrounded by a camera crew. it was weird. but rent was cheap and your room had good noise insulation so you adapted.
sometimes you would wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen only to find a random woman with messy makeup sitting there checking her phone. the first time it happened you offered to make her some pancakes and she appreciated the gesture. it was an odd morning routine but it was kind of nice making pancakes for your roommate and whatever girl he'd spent the night with so it became the norm. all in all living in this place was odd but comfortable, all it took was getting used to it. you even got used to your roommate's weird personal questions, the way he'd ask you about what kind of porn you liked or what kind of people you were into. it was awkward but you got used to it as just part of his personality.
eventually you started noticing the same girl at the kitchen table over and over again only with progressively more bruises and cuts on her. it's not really your place but you can't help but ask her if she's ok.
"oh! yeah don't worry it's from work."
"what kind of work do you do?"
"wanna see?"
she shows you her only fans account including her most recent post, a scene where she's in a familiar looking room with a masked man choking her out while they have sex. that's definitely your roommate in the video, it was definitely filmed in his room. your body couldn't help but react to the stimulation and you awkwardly excused yourself to eat breakfast. she didn't mind, in fact she said it was a compliment so atleast she was cool about it. still embarrassing.
it doesn't help that at some point she clearly told your roommate who's embarrassing personal questions start to shift. are you into choking? receiving or giving? do you think his girlfriend is hot? is she your type? you have to stop him from showing you more of their videos together because he's just way too eager.
in the end you do shamefully subscribe to her only fans. she's pretty for sure but you're more interested in your roommate and the scenarios they act out. she makes a lot of dark content; things like a kidnapper using her for his own entertainment and threatening to send the video to her parents, or a drunk friend breaking into her room, or a serial killer having fun with her before he kills her. in her older stuff before she started working with your roommate the guys who would bust into her room didn't have the right body type or demeanor to sell it. some of them acted like the cringiest internet doms. for some reason your roommate was so good at it.
you watched his arm flex around her throat while he held her in a headlock, her body bouncing on his lap while he looked at the camera. part of you wondered how good he'd look if he was in her position instead, his big muscles and large dick completely useless as his kidnapper made his eyes roll back. you really shouldn't have those thoughts about your roommate, you know that, but you can't stop fucking your fist to the thought of him. he's straight, nothing will ever come of it.
for the sake of your cheap rent and comfortable room you just pushed your feelings down only letting them out late at night into a bunch of tissues. that's until you come home one night to the living room dark and a tripod set up in front of the couch. that's not such an unusual sight, its not even the first time you've walked in on your roommate in the middle of work. it is the first time you've caught him actually balls deep in someone. he doesn't even take his hands off his throat when he looks at you with a stupid smile.
"hey, welcome home."
you were trying so hard to look anywhere else. "sorry.. uh im-im gonna-"
"oh! hey, babes!" his girlfriend was also smiling at you now.
you were hard. why were you hard. why did he notice that you were hard. you watched his eyes flick from your hard on to your face and back again a wide smile cracking across his face.
"yo, you like what you see? wanna take a ride?"
you don't know how they both actually convinced you to do this, maybe you were hornier than you realized. your roommates large rough hands were stroking your heavy cock while his girlfriend was on her knees in front of you her tongue stuck out to catch every drop of precum. you leaned your head back against his shoulder and moaned as he squeezed your tip. you looked at him for a moment, your face flushing red as he gave you a confident smirk. his girlfriend wrapped her lips around your tip and began licking and sucking trying to drain you of every drop while your roommates hands squeezed your cock so firmly it felt like he was trying to push your cum out. you moaned louder this time, one of your hands gripping onto his forearms to steady yourself.
"baby, you should give him a nice reward for all his donations."
oh god he knew. of course he knew. his girlfriend pulled her mouth off your cock with a wet pop and moved onto her back. your roommate guided you onto your knees in front of her, his breath heavy in your ears.
"you ever do this before buddy?"
all you could do was shake your head, most people probably have never been in this scenario before either.
"gonna make you feel so good. gonna fuck her real nice."
he guided your large cock along her folds, rubbing it against her clit and soaking you in her juices. you watched as he pressed your tip against her hole and pushed it in drawing a loud moan from her. she was definitely a pornstar the way she reacted and played up your cock filling her, moans and arching her back and tightening her cunt. it felt good but you soon came to miss the feeling of your roommate's hands squeezing you as they instead moved to help guide your hips. he kept you at a fast pace until you were the one maintaining it yourself, hips drilling into her as hard and fast as you could.
"why haven't you cum yet? you like it don't you?" he grunted in annoyance. "here let's tighten her up, huh?"
he moved his hands over your own and wrapped them around her neck. it took you a moment to notice and you immediately tried to squirm and pull away.
"you know how much she likes it"
"mmmhmmm~ c'mon babes.. make me see stars..."
his hands squeezed around your own forcing you to choke her as your hips began to slow down a bit. you didn't know what you were doing, this seemed incredibly unsafe but his hands were stronger than yours. her pussy squeezed around you but the stimulation wasn't enough to keep you hard as your panic was more overwhelming. your hips stopped entirely when her face started to get red.
"stop! pl-please i want to stop!"
"i'll stop when she makes you cum."
you knew that wasn't going to happen but you didn't know what else to do. your hips picked up a frantic desperate pace as you tried so hard to feel good. there were tears splashing onto her reddening face as you began to cry and babble your apologies as best you could.
her eyes started to roll back and you still hadn't gotten any closer to cumming so with an annoyed huff your roommate pulled your hands off of her. she sucked in a gasp of air her entire body heaving as she could finally breathed. your roommate moved away from you letting you pull out and you crawled over away from them, sobbing.
"tch... guess you didn't like her that much huh?"
you couldn't speak just whimpering and rubbing your hands.
"poor guy..."
he easily lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed. you thought he said something else but you didn't catch it as your body started to relax. you managed a small thank you before his figure disappeared.
you expected it to just be a weird story and an awkward breakfast but she never came to sit in the kitchen. you had finished making all the pancakes when the front door opened and your roommate walked in looking dour. he stopped when he looked at you, looking away from you then back.
he took a deep breath. "... she's dead."
your eyes widened and you felt your stomach churn.
"last night i brought her back to my room but she wasn't feeling well and i thought she was just tired... when i woke up she wasn't breathing."
you covered your mouth with your hand as tears flooded your vision. you moved to get your phone when your roommate grabbed your hand tight enough to hurt.
"you get it right? you killed her." you were forced to drop your phone which cracked on the tile. "i hid the body, made sure no one will ever know. I'm willing to help you cause you're my friend but you gotta be good."
you couldn't speak all you could do was slowly nod.
Just curious, would you ever write anything diving deeper into Ajax's internalized homophobia? I feel like this could be a big part of his character that controls his actions.
This aspect of his character is amazing to me, gives him so much humanity. I imagine him waking in the morning seeing reader sipping coffee while scrolling on his phone, a sinking feeling in his stomach that he doesn't know how to describe when he sees his face, he doesn't know why he feels like he wants to be with him 24/7, and a never ending hunger for his touch.
To the point his feelings are so messy he doesn't know if what he really feels, he wants to kiss him whenever they would see each other, to hug him and never let go, but then another part of him hates it, do you really like someone when you're disgusted to the mere thought of liking them?
GOSH I LOVE AJAX, can you tell? 😔
I just wanted to send this ask to you to rant about how I love Ajax with all my heart😭 I love you and your works!
NO BUT YOU GET IT ANON
cw;; homophobia, violence towards women mentioned, violence towards reader mentioned
I've been kind of wondering if I should like change the way i talk about it to call it "comphet" to try to make more people comfortable with it but like... comphet is just internalized homophobia too its not actually different.
there's such a weird dichotomy because i think ajax has gay friends! he has a gay brother! he would tell you up and down he doesn't have a problem with gay people!! but he's not gay. he can't be gay.
and then he sees you and I've gone into this before about how like you activate his yandere disease basically. so imagine like that adds a layer to it too. not just the shock of suddenly wanting a man but wanting a man so badly you would hurt other people. suddenly it's not just enough to love him you need him to be yours and you don't know how to handle that.
like i think the part he's more disgusted with is the part of himself that wants to hurt any man who talks to the reader. like. he wouldn't do that, he's never done that with a woman. is that a part of being gay? he wants to violently rip the reader apart and fuse their bodies together and it's disgusting.
so he's like weirded out by the fact he likes a man and then disgusted about how much he likes a man.
also i think about him in his car after getting rid of sable's body and he lits up a cigarette as the horror of what he did dawns on him. he might not have loved her romantically but she was still his friend, he still cared about her. he's just sitting there afraid of himself, afraid of his feelings, afraid of the reader. but he can't stop. his own queerness has become a monster in his mind.
Whumper overestimates how much torture Whumpee can take. The once-defiant Whumpee is broken and catatonic, not speaking or reacting to anything anymore. And Whumper isn't happy about it. Though they loathe to admit it, they liked Whumpee's defiance. It was entertaining. Whumpee was entertaining. With them not speaking anymore, Whumper realizes that they miss the sound of Whumpee's voice. The snarky little comments, the sarcastic jokes, the curses screamed in rage.
Now Whumper is desperate to get the old Whumpee back. They're being extra "nice," giving Whumpee medical treatment and food, anything to make them go back to how they were before. Anything to fix their favorite toy.
Because like it or not, Whumper doesn't have anyone else.
PAIRING: Ghostface x Reader Reader and Ghostface are men. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, filming, #1 warnings: ghostface and his casual degradation, blood mention, blowjob (receiving), humiliation kink, teeth-kiss to your d., mild praise
“Look at the camera, baby. Look. At. The. Camera.”
Ghostface huffed in response, his arms obediently staying behind his back. He angles his head in a way that portrays he was staring into the lens, and you catch a glimpse of his chin just below his eternally screaming mask. With the instrument in the palm of your hand, you had evidence of his haunting arrival.
Actual blackmail against the cold-hearted, driven-by-bloodlust killer.
But you think you won’t use it any time soon. Not that it’s currently necessary.
You could barely fathom the whole ordeal, down to the tiniest detail. It was unbelievable. Ghostface was on his knees, his lips curving into a pout as his snark dies on the very tip of his petulant tongue. Additionally, his mouth was inches away from. . .your cock. Fucking hell, have you gone batshit?
Receiving a nasty, sloppy blowjob from him out of everyone you could’ve chosen past midnight wasn’t exactly ideal. Mostly due to how blood spatter clung to his wear, and who knows if it’s his or someone else’s—
The flat of his tongue drags a looong, stripe along your weeping tip. “At least pay attention to me. Is my mouth not enough for a filthy thing like you?” He’s speaking as though you’re bringing him physical harm, but you figure that’s the way he is.
Wrenching your hand into the fabric surrounding the back of his head, you yank him forward until his lips were stretched around the top of your cock. “Shut up,” you command lowly, letting out a shaky gasp as he swallows you in repeatedly in an attempt not to gag, “Look good for me. C’mon.”
That’s the resemblance of a warning you give him, not even close, before the recording begins. Ghostface swears his heart unlocks an unknown door and flees his mortal body at the familiar click, a feeling he’s unable to identify crawling up his chest and sinks into his cheeks. Almost suffocating him with the feeling and by all means, he’s so fucking turned on.
It’s embarrassing. He couldn’t be caught like this. You won’t seriously have that file uploaded. Right?
He redirects his attention towards breathing properly. Then, he runs his tongue up and down a vein, easing himself into the taste of you. The scent of you.
Shit, what is he doing? He barely knows you—a surprising first occurrence—and yet...
Ghostface squeezes his thighs shut, trying to chase after some relief. Drool piles in his mouth, acting as a lubricant for him to take in more of your pulsing dick. He groans, sending vibrations that makes you accidentally stop the recording. It had went on for two minutes—that’s something.
You click on for the flash, letting it spring upwards in place, then you take a picture. He’s startled by the light, and you suddenly feel his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You have half a mind to jerk, but you definitely don’t need him biting you.
Instead, you simply put on the record mode again. It certainly doesn’t take long for you to feel him slowly sucking you as an apology, his own cock throbbing in his pants when you don’t react to the pain. He probably appeared as some useless slut to you, something that he isn’t. The thought alone has a whine creep into his throat, but he’s not going to let you hear that.
You bring the camera closer to his masked face, capturing the way his saliva coats your length. “There we go,” you sigh, watching him sink more of you into his pretty little mouth, “That’s a good boy, Ghost. Mnn, hhfuck, that’s a good boy.”
The sound of your voice. . .he wonders how you’ll feel inside of h—oh, he’s hooked.
Danny x Fem reader kissing in the bed ….. i’m going crazy for him
😖
DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader
— sfw content
summary; kisses and cuddles with annoying danny!!
fluff; danny… steve… fluff…😰
dating danny johnson was not for the weak. it was a rollercoaster, a different experience every day. some days he was sweet and loving, pestering you with his clinginess, and some days he was a full on bitch.
like, teenage girl bitch. he would have an attitude and stick his tongue out at you before grabbing you and snuggling up against you in your bed, ranting into your squishy chest that he loved to bury his face into. he’s a boobs man, alright?
his favorite thing to rant about is how much he hates the survivors. complaining about how they photobombed his mori, how one tea-bagged him, how another flashlighted him three times on a row. his favorite to complain about was always that brunette with good hair, you noted.
“and then he popped out of nowhere and slammed the fuckin’ pallet on my face!” he huffs angrily, clinging to your body like a leech, arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his legs intertwined with yours. “made me drop nancy as well, they’re both stupid bitches who got what they deserved—“ your raise of the brow earns a obnoxious snicker from him.
“yeah! i gutted them both after! i’ve never felt so happy, i almost came from the sight, gosh.” he sighs happily, repositioning himself to lean further into your neck instead. his nose brushes against your sensitive flesh and you can’t help but shudder.
“are you talking about steve?” you ask already knowing the answer.
“you fuckin’ bet i am, doll.” he grunts.
a small sigh leaves you at response and you can’t help but just lean down and press a small kiss to his forehead, hoping it would calm him down. it did.
“mmmmm… more, more.” he whines, bucking his head up to you and accidentally knocking his forehead against your chin, making you shriek in pain.
“danny!” you yelp, leaning away with a whine as you rub your now red chin. he pouts and hovers over you, hands at each side of your head, and then leans down to pamper your face in his infamous kisses.
“m’sorry baby, you get me too excited sometimes. didn’t mean to hurt you.” he coos in a such a sweet tone it’s almost a taunt. you couldn’t read him at times, but something you always knew was floating around in his mind was that stupid steve. you swore, danny was obsessed with him.
nights like these where he sneaks into your cabin after trials were always your favorite. they were quiet and calming, except if he was stressed or frustrated, but mostly it would always end with him cuddling you and talking your ear off. you didn’t mind, you loved listening.
people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it
