⟡ ⋮ ⋆˚꩜｡ ➜ you can ask me anything except for the following:
➤ pro/dark shipping or anything like it, bodily fluids, race play /racist questions, homophobia, transphobia, sxual violence, all that type of stuff. Basic DNI too!!
𓏵 ⋮ ⌗ ➜ multifandom and lowk inconsistent. I read more than post
I’m currently experiencing this so I need to write about it.
Take any fictional character you want to, and let’s imagine together.
cw: disturbing descriptions, toxicity, nsfw thoughts, HEAVY projection.
Imagine you and this person have been speaking to one another for years. Every time you both speak to one another, every conversation is laced with want and love. It feels so.. light in that moment. You never felt so happy with someone before, and they have not felt so happy with someone like you either.
You both feel so interlinked no matter what. When something isn’t right with your person, you notice—even when they aren’t interacting with you or present. You can feel it in your heart that something isn’t right. They can feel it too. Everything feels so close as if you both are right next to each other, but you’re not.
Even when you both are away for so long, the connection only grows stronger. They begin to wonder so much about you. What clothes you wore to school, how you decorate your room, and what it would be like to hang out with you alone. You’re everything they’d ever want, and they are everything you’d want.
The thoughts of holding their hand while they worship your body and speak to you like it’s a normal conversation while staring at you with love and care. Asking you questions..
“Does this feel good here, baby? C’mon, don’t tell me you can’t talk.. it feels good doesn’t it? Makin’ you all whiny and quiet..”
“..ahh.. nngh.. mmf.. fuck.. my love.. please.. I- I can’t—“ your mumbles and whines don’t go unnoticed. They immediately cup your face and kiss your lips again.
“You were just demanding this, you can take it. Now, tell me what the drama was all about earlier before you demanded me to love you like this..” ,they say this with a lick to your cheek and kisses your tears and sweat. Devoted and wanting.
The thoughts of cursing yourself and them so you both can continue loving each other and being totally obsessed with one another even in distance. Putting a love spell on one another to bind yourselves no matter what happens. Merging souls and bodies…
The thoughts of walking around aimlessly with music playing in both of your headphones loud enough for both of you to hear while talking about nothing but everything. Walking and just being outside from midday to sundown for hours until you both decide to be in each other’s presence.. holding hands.. a small kiss, anything.
The thoughts of holding them hostage as if they didn’t ask for this, knowing that is all they begged for. The feel of being totally trapped, but with you and wanted only by you. Knife to their throat, whispering all the things you’ll do to them—kind or not—, it makes them so needy and sick for you.
The thoughts of resting in bed with them in the middle of the night after being busy all day, kissing your fingertips while watching to see if you’re looking at them. They kiss your knuckles, giving a small lick as a test run to see if you will wake up. Once awakened, they kiss you properly on the lips, slow and steady until you both fall asleep with each other’s lips touching.
The thoughts of smoking with them and making them high before kissing them, knowing their saliva will build up and make them feel nauseous; but you just swirl your tongue around in their mouth and take it all as your own while both of your eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen getting into your lungs.
All of your thoughts consume your entire being. All because you only think and you never do anything else other than fucking think.
Taking it as far as calling each other soulmates might not be enough to express the love you both have for each other. Although, despite the feelings and intense connection, there will always be something blocking you both. Whether it be life styles, family, distance, sickness and health, your world.. anything. It hurts, and it will continue to hurt.
It feels like a shadow pressing their hand into your stomach, and opening it to peer within your system just to pull and tear your nerves and blood cells.
Feels like someone biting your throat and pulling your veins out with their teeth, the pain excruciating to the point where it doesn’t even hurt anymore. You are used to it.
It feels like a betrayal from the people who have never hurt you. You hurt you. You signed up for this, but so did they. It hurts so damn good, you crave that rush.. but it hurts so bad it knocks you out late at night.
hear me out on nanami’s perverted ideas during anything
as in whenever he’d kiss you, his hips would subtly move roughly against yours. even if it’s just a slow and sweet kiss.
whenever you suck him off, he HAS to let go of your hair otherwise he’d use it as leverage to absolutely drill into your throat as if it’s your cunt. All because he wants to get it all messy and sloppy on his dick.
when he’s eating you out, he seems more dazed at times. fingers working like hell, if not only his tongue tasting everything as if he hadn’t had it before. maybe even hoping to get hit with a body modification curse so he could do some crazy shit.
ESPECIALLY when nanami is drowning inside of your wet pussy without a damn minute for a break. the way you beg and stutter doesn’t go past his disgusting thoughts of drenching you in his cum and lapping it off just to kiss you after every long lick. especially when he foolishly mumbles it into your ear, thinking you’re too cockdrunk to hear and understand.
“damn..—i need to get d..deeper- and fucking break your cunt—‘nd cum all o—over you—nngh-“
“..Ouh.. h-huhh?..! F..fuu..ckk..!”
“You’d like me to lick it up wouldn’t you, miss?—shiit, you’re so tight.. Kissing.. Mmf.. kiss you right after to taste m’ seed..”
“wha-? nngh! kento, wuh- what’re you sayin’ r..ri—fuck—right now?”
“mmn? I said nothing, my love, focus on me.. just my dick ‘nd me, my sweet..” honestly, he laid your ass down and made your forget with the way his bulbous tip jackhammers into your cervix.
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“Nanami?”
“Yes?”
“Why is it whenever we have sex, you are whispering something but.. you seem to make me forget, or want me to forget, hm?”
He only exhaled before giving a stubborn response, “I don’t whisper when we have sex, my love.”
“You’re lying??”
“You’re imagining things; there is nothing to whisper about.”
“Baby.”
“My love.”
“You’re being stubborn.”
“Hmm..” Nanami only chuckled at how suspicious you look sitting on his lap on the couch.
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
You know you’re in a healthy relationship when you are worried about them, but only because they’re so oblivious or kind—they might get into trouble and not realize it. And it’s almost painful on how it happens, but it’s so adorable when it is at an inconvenient time for your s/o.
Like awh.. you didn’t realize that person was flirting with you? You didn’t know that they were insulting you? Don’t worry let me handle it.. LIKEEEEE don’t play.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
warning : gn reader, fluff, yandere, toxicity, possessiveness, slight stalking, manipulation, unhealthy attachment, MISCHARACTERIZATION (im so sorry) , this was written at night so im sorry if it's bad or messy, not proofread
⊹ ࣪ ˖ nsfw under cut
word count : 3K+
pre-relationship
You didn’t know too much about him at first, but the moment you met him for the first time you had one question. Is he America or someone else entirely? He doesn’t act the way America would.. loud and obnoxious all the time. You’ve noticed how much quieter he was. You had noticed a small difference and that made him happier when he realized. When he first spoke to you, he was a little surprised to see that you were genuinely curious about him and you didn’t mistaken him for America.
“ I’m sorry if i’m bothering you, what’s your name ?”
“ Oh, I’m Canada!..”
“ Well, it is nice to meet you, Canada. “
He thought you were pleasant to be around from that moment on forward. Conversations were meaningful, even if they were brief. He liked being friends with you. He loves being friends with you.
jealousy
He has witnessed you talk to other countries before, it didn’t bother him. All until it was America being the obnoxious and likable country he was. It made him feel insecure. What if you ended up liking America more? What if you forgot about him? What if you forgot the difference? What if he got replaced? He was overthinking and it was radiating from the distance you both were at. From multiple feet away, you could feel his distress.
In the brief conversation you had with America, you had asked him if there is anything Canada would like and he mentioned Ice Cream.
“ What kind of Ice Cream would he like ? “, you asked.
“ I don’t know, I just know he likes Ice Cream. Speaking of Ice cream, I could so go for some food right now—“
How helpful.
“ You just ate.. but, thanks America… “
“ My pleasure! “ ,he wasn’t even paying attention to you anymore, now he just wanted to ask Japan an annoying question and just be as obnoxious as usual.
Later on you find him with Kumajirō, muttering about.. something you couldn’t make out. When you got to a close enough distance, Canada looked up at you and spoke. “ Hm? Hey again !. “
“ Canada, would you like to get some ice cream together? “
“ Oh, yeah, sure ! “
Just know that he was ecstatic with his Vanilla Bean with Maple ice cream in hand. Not a single insecure thought popped up in his head when you both went out to buy that treat. He was satisfied and happy to have your attention on him again.
stalking tendencies
Since no one knew who he was for a long period of time, he took advantage of that. When he heard you talk to certain people, he would occasionally follow them to see what they are doing afterwards to see if they cared about you. Even after the conversation had ended. It made his stomach churn at the thought of someone else finding interest in someone as good as you. It’s not possible that they would care about you more than him, he’s your best friend by now. There was no comparison, none.
On the off chance that there was someone still muttering about you even after the conversation, he would grab a notebook and write the person’s description down, the time, and what they said into the notebook. He’s too forgetful, but he refuses to forget this.
realization
At night, he would dream of you. You plagued his thoughts and there was nothing rougher than how many different scenarios popped up in his head. It was unbearable, truly. Sometimes, it would give him a headache. It was okay because it was you.
During meetings, he would zone out just to think about how your hand felt when you held it that one time. Or the way your voice sounds when you haven’t spoken in a while, speaking to him first. Or the way you say his name. Or the way your hair (if you have any) gets pushed in the wind. Or the way you walk, the way your clothes blow slightly in the wind. Or the way you tense up when eating ice cream. Or the way your nose scrunches when you disagree. Or the way your voice can be teasing him unintentionally. Or the way you— focus, Canada. Focus.
If you went to the meetings, it was game over for him. He hated the fact that you could distract him so, so easily. You just sat there, gave opinions, or just listened to America and Britain argue for brief moments.. then more nonsense. His attention was solely on you. You would even feel his stare at times, but when you looked at him.. he wasn’t looking already. There were times when you did catch him. He just awkwardly waved back. It was a bit weird, but you just thought that he could just talk to you if he needed something.
in relationship
When you would go out, he would ask to come with you. Although he was shy and wouldn’t talk to people that much, he loved being in your presence. If you strayed too far, he’d notice. He never walked in front of you, mainly beside you. He wanted to keep an eye on everyone who approaches you. The intrusive thought of hurting the person would pop up in his head, but it would make him feel shameful. He never acted on it, but if he could, he would. You were his now, and nothing could change that. He was not too much on PDA, but if you encourage it or make the move first, he will reciprocate it. Unless someone gets too close. He would tug your wrist to insinuate that he wants to leave, let alone for you to stop talking to the person.
Despite his shy attitude, he will always praise you. When you wear something different, he notices. When you have a different hair style, he notices. When your scent is slightly different, he notices. Of course he does. He sniffs your perfumes when you’re too busy to see–just so he can remember the scent when he goes home.
He will give you flowers that he knows you’ll like. He never gets it wrong, he studies you far too much for that. He wants you to be as happy as he is with you. Frequently, he might need reassurance. Sometimes, he’d even let out a small hopeful, yet odd phrase leave his lips. Especially since Canada is much more open with you compared to before you both began dating? He was afraid of doing and saying the wrong thing.
He is passive aggressive to a tee. Whenever someone got too close or you didn’t make a good enough distance with someone you do or don't know, he would feel alarmed. Mainly if it was someone he was not familiar with. Due to his shy nature, whatever he says would go over people’s heads, but it wasn’t hard to make out. He would throw small jabs of insults, statements that seem kind but are very condescending, or just stare them down.
When you would notice, he would get defensive about it.
“ Sweetheart, you don’t need to stare at people like that/speak to them in that way.. “ You were speaking to him kindly since you knew how he was.“ Uh..Uhm.. They don’t need to know you.. You have me. “
“ I’m being polite, y’know.”
“ Too polite, besides, I'm not even doing anything wrong. “
“ Don’t lie. “
Then he’d just hum in response. Neutral responses, but internally he wants to erase your memory of that person.
NSFW warning : descriptions and inner thoughts of sex, a little mean, possessive, praise, vibrator, pillow humping, perverted thoughts, blowjob mention, sex, edging
pre-relationship
Before you both began dating, there were multiple nights were he would think of you. Unfortunately, those nights contained dreams of you on top of him or he was on top of you. Regardless, it was painful to look at you the same way for hours after he wakes up.
On the chance he wasn't asleep and he was daydreaming late at night, he would pull down his pajama pants and boxers to wrap his hand around his aching cock and try to imitate how he think you'd do it.
His thumb would rub the slit of his tip, tugging a slight whimper to rise from his throat. His mind was plagued with you as he imagined it was your tongue instead. He would cover his mouth with his fingers and move his glasses to the side before getting frantic. Hips bucking towards his fist, he whimpered at the thought of holding your hips down and thrusting up into you. Canada was just imagining how your body would bounce against his so sweetly. How his cock would be in so deep, he almost couldn't speak. He wanted to break your mind along with his. He wanted it to be messy as long as it was with you. He had a desire to taste and kiss and make love to you. As for now, he had to settle with his hands.
If he wanted to, he would. He would grab his pillow and hump it like a poor man in heat, imagining it were you face down ass up as he kisses your back and praises you.. then he cums on his pillow. Canada tends to try not to get to that point since he'd get up and clean his entire pillow to get the residue of his cum out. It was a hassle, but it was worth it.
When he was jealous and masturbating to you, he would imagine how good you'd sound admitting that no one could compare to him. How you'd stroke his ego with your pathetic moans of pleasure whilst being underneath his hold.
Clothed or not, it didn't matter to him. He wanted to prove to you that he loves you. That you don't need anyone else. You were the best for him, and he was the best for you. He wanted you to beg him to let you cum despite his denial. He wanted to tease you despite his shy nature. He loved having a vivid imagination for this exact reason, but yet, it wasn't ever enough. Imagining his fingers buried inside you, his mouth on you--licking and sucking until you squirm and cry beneath him, imagining his dick buried within your walls and you crying out his name as he kisses your neck and lets you beg and whine. Just for him. No one else deserves something as good as this. Not like he could do this, he was too shy to ask.. hence why he'd rather stay in his imagination.
in relationship
first time
When you insinuated that you wanted to begin sexual activities with him, he was internally ecstatic.
When you had your lips around his cock, lathering with your saliva and sucking carefully, he couldn't help but stare. He didn't want to push your head in case you didn't enjoy that, therefore his hands stayed at his sides. He'd be a liar to say that he was imagining it to feel this good. He was so wrong, it felt so much better than he thought it would.
Small whimpers would leave his lips as he grips the surface he's sitting/laying on with every lick. He had to take off his glasses too, there was no way he'd keep them on. He could barely open his eyes anyway. " Please- oh god- wait, mmnh! " Then he gently pulled you off. He did not want to cum that early.
The moment he finally got to make love to you for the first time, he was slow and gentle. He was sniffing every part of you to memorize your scents. He did not want to hurt you in any way. He was listening to the way you moaned, whether they were controlled or not. He used this opportunity to explore you as well while you're distracted with his slow and deep thrusts. Kisses peppered all over your sensitive neck and shoulders.. but he was getting too distracted. At this point, you took control because of how slow he was going. The only way you knew he wanted more within your dizzy reality was by the way his eyebrows furrowed.
When you both got more comfortable with doing it, he became much more sadistic. Especially when he was having a bad day.
Scenario
One day he came home, irritated, feeling possessive to the point where it clouded his better judgement, and he just needed you. He had dealt with the weight of being blamed for something America did and it bothered him so much. Poor man was stressed.
Since you both have been more frequent and open about sex, you had bought a vibrator a while back. He wouldn't use it on you because he didn't know how. Although, he didn't want to waste any time relieving stress after getting your permission.
His face was already in between your legs, licking and sucking relentlessly as he refused to stop pleasuring you until you said the safe word or teased enough. Although, he decided to grab the vibrator and place it to the side beside you. It was for later. You were just suffering in bliss and overstimulation as he brought you to the edge but didn't let you release. It was painfully good to the point where begging didn't work anymore.
Canada wanted to see your tears. He wanted to see how pathetic you could get. He wanted to see the desperation in your eyes.
Making sure your shirt was off, he kissed and lapped at your nipples lovingly. It was a strong contrast compared to the quick motions of his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Even when you were drenched and tears were coming out of your eyes, he didn't care to stop just yet. He always said, " You can take a little more, m'love.. "
He knew you wouldn't resist him. You couldn't, not when he needed you to love and want him so badly.
The duration between each teasing got shorter until he couldn't handle watching anymore. He took off his pants and kept your arms bound using his belt. Once he put on the condom, he couldn't let you wait anymore. He needed to feel you tighten around him while you scream his name as if he is all there is left in this world.
You only needed him anyway.
His thrusts weren't as slow and deep compared to how it is usually, no. Of course not. He held your face and whispered in your ear while ramming his cockhead directly into your prostate/cervix, making you tense up and almost scream out.
" Canada-! Pleaaasee.. spare me !! "
" Spare you.. why? I'm all you need.. mmhm.. my sweet baby.. You tasted so good earlier you know that?.. mm.. fffuck..I could taste you all night. You're so good f' me, aren't you? " He knew he was pounding your mind into mush.
" Yes- ouhh.. mhh!! ..oh fuck! Ahh! Canada- m g'nna cumm..! " You couldn't control your mouth anymore, your walls were fluttering around his length and he slowed down. He didn't move. Not until you quit throbbing around his cock like you needed him; just for him to show you how much he needs you.
" Then I'll stop every time you squeeze me to make sure my good girl/boy doesn't cum. You don't deserve it.. you're so polite.. such a polite sweetheart to everyone else.. but you give me so much attitude... " Canada's words were punctuated with harsh thrusts, making sure his pelvis slammed into you. Your body just ached, yet it obeyed his every command at this rate.
" Do you ever notice.. notice how they look at you- ah.. with interest..? It doesn't make me happy y'know.. you're only mine.. we don't need other guys looking at you.. mmn.. like you're on display for them.. you're so tight.. mmh.. fuck.. you're close aren't you..? " His pants and whines always got more frantic, but he's be damned if he said he was done.
Just when you thought you could finally have relief, he stopped and leaned over and grabbed the vibrator from earlier.
" ..Canada.. you're so- s- sadistic.."
" I know, my sweet.. " Hovering his thumb over the on button, he flipped you onto your stomach as he put you in a soft headlock with one arm and the other occupied with the vibrator. He had you with your ass up and beneath him. You already knew that you couldn't handle much more before hitting your orgasm.. he knew that too.
" I know.. " He thrusted himself back in and aimed directly for your g-spot/prostate, gliding his cock in and out deliciously before turning on the vibrator. He made sure to put it against your clit/tip.
" Canada! Oh my- fuck?! "
You couldn't help but jerk and muffle your moans in his bicep. With the amount of pressure he put on your sensitive area, you knew you wouldn't last any more seconds. Your eyes rolled back as you squirmed under him. It was useless, you were trapped and you loved it.
"Say you love me.. please.."
" I- I luhhv.. mmhhh !! "
"Say it or else, i'll stop.." He wouldn't but.. you were too cockdrunk to realize it.
" I loveeee.. youu.. IloveyouI- oh m'gosh- "
You squeezed your thighs together, pressing yourself flat into the mattress (effectively trapping the vibrator in between you and the bed) as you came so suddenly. The strength and force of your orgasm triggered his as well, causing him to let out a whine and slam his cock into you for a bit longer before cumming into you without a third thought.
Aftercare
Canada was always really good at aftercare. He would clean up, make sure you use the bathroom after you both were done, and let you wear his clothes after sex. He only wanted you to drown in his scent and anything that involves him. Everything else was irrelevant when you had him. He wouldn't stop praising you, telling you how good you were, how handsome/beautiful/stunning you looked.
" I'm sorry, baby.. Was i too rough on you.. ? "
" Holy shit, yeah. Definitely. "
" I'm sorry.. please let me make it up to you tomorrow morning.. " Canada is the type of man to bury his face into your neck and drown himself in your essence.
warning : past trauma ; fluff and angst ; small kisses ; fem!reader ; married couple ; established relationship ; Christmas eve ; non-specific character ; mlw/wlm
It's December 24, the night that brought many joy and anticipation. For you, it's your first Christmas without your family. While it brought joy to many, it brought the recurring feeling of dread. You have gone through a disaster a few days before Christmas that brought you an intense amount of regret and sorrow for years. Now you’re sitting in front of the large Christmas tree. It was adorned with multicolor string lights, ornaments, and presents for others and themselves. It was cute, but your negative emotions were a huge contrast compared to the positive shine of the Holidays. Turning to your husband, you placed your mug on the coaster that sat on the coffee table. The smooth taste of the creamy, hot chocolate lingers on your tongue. Your eyes didn't hold the same happiness it did a week ago, the feelings were coming back. He can clearly see the negative emotions written all over his lover's face. He walks over to the couch and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to urge you to lean into him. His expression is mellow, his usual playful and teasing demeanor replaced with serious concern.
He pats and kisses the top of your head.
“Baby.. are y' alright? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
"Just.. can't sleep, m'love." Your reply was dry, as if you didn’t fully hear what he had said. You turned your body to face him, placing a hand on his chest as your gaze lowered to his hand on his lap. You reached out to his hand, intertwining your fingers with his warily. His heartbeat brought tranquility to your mind, but it didn't completely calm your troubled soul.
"Why're you still up ?"
"You haven’t been in bed for a while. You know i can’t sleep too well without you with me.” One of his fingers poked your cheek, trying to get you to break character. It was a weak yet playful attempt. His face was dripping with the desire to sleep, almost on the verge of falling asleep on the couch right then and there.
“I’m sorry, i was just thinking for a bit after waking up.” Your thumb rubs against his fingers affectionately.
“Baby, what were you thinking about?” He leaned his head back, relaxing his body against the cushions of the couch.
“Did you know that this is my first Christmas away from home?” You looked up/down at him, not expecting much of an expression or a response. A hum in acknowledgement would be the bare minimum in your eyes.
“Really?", his eyes widened slightly. Knowing your family background, he shouldn't be surprised, but he is.. just a little bit.
"Mhm.."
"I know Christmas wasn’t the best for you all the years you’ve lived at home..”
“Yeah, it’s my first time being with someone that won’t ruin it for me.” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. There's wasn't a lot he could say to be honest. He then pressed a gentle kiss to your nose, then to your cheek as well. The somber look on your face made him want to hold you close and never let you feel these negative emotions again. Your gaze falls on his pitiful expression and kisses his cheek. At this point, you press your lips against his, letting out a soft hum as he pulls you in closer. It was a brief yet meaningful action, but it brought a smile on your face. It was a reminder of what you have now, not what you once had.
“Thank you, for being here all these years.. with me. I love you,”
“I love you too, baby.”
“Now and forever?”
“Now and forever. I got us these rings for a reason.” He points to the rings they have—reminding you on the day of your wedding. The vows, the promises, the tranquil nights, the arguments—everything that brought them to this point.
“I know, i know..” You look at your ring again, a smile forming on your lips. This is the first and best Christmas you’ve truly had.
abel, macaque, MAYOR, syntax, ivan bragvinsky, x-virus, worick archangelo, gojo
Toby, but he's a little bit crazy. Alright, a lotta bit. He caught you outside in his forest, looking for his next victim. You were going to be his next target until he saw the fearful look in your eyes, like a little lamb. He stared at you, sized you down, observed you like a toy. Like the sweetest porcelain doll he's ever seen. He couldn't hurt a pretty face like yours, could he?
"O-Oh, aren't y-you a sweet... lil- t-thing, mmn-? Like a ff-fuckin'- mm- doll..."
Toby, but he's hopelessly in love with you. He'd drop to his scarred hands and roughed-up knees and beg with that whiny voice of his just to see you again one last time. He'd walk in the rain just to anonymously leave you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and/or a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day, even if you have a partner. He prays to God everyday, silently hoping that you'd notice him. He'd leave you small sticky notes on your door with cute things on them.
"You looked so beautiful today, gorgeous... like always... :)."
Toby, but he's possessive. Obsessive. He wants you to himself. He's not too big on sharing. Having a night out with your friends? He's there, acting like any other pedestrian. Going out to dinner? He's your waiter. Going to the mall? He mysteriously found your wallet on the ground and gives it to you. He'd be absolutely livid if he saw you with another man, or frankly anybody else. The next day? They're dead... mysteriously. You've never gone out again after that.
"I don't w-wanna share y'with- with anybody... s-stupid, dumbass, fuck-fuckin' guys-..."
Toby, but he's a huge pervert for you. Sometimes, you forget to close your blinds/curtains at night, but it's alright. Toby watches you sleep all the time from time to time while hiding in the bushes, but God forbid you leave your window open. The one time you did? Oh, it was like an absolute haven. He slipped through carefully and the first place he went to was your underwear drawer, sniffing it like he'd lose his sense of smell in just a matter of seconds. He wanted all of your dirty clothes, not hesitating in the slightest to steal them and take them home just to jerk off to your scent. He'd do this regularly and at this point, you finally noticed that some of your clothes (especially underwear) were disappearing out of the blue.
Toby, but he's just a little Golden Retriever. You caught him holding your clothes in your bedroom. You threatened to call the police if he wouldn't leave immediately, but then he dropped to his knees, hands clasped together and begged you to not call authorities.
"N-No, look- swear it's- mmn- s'not what it looks like, y/n, j-just hear me out, 'kay-?"
Sighing, you hear him out and give him a chance to speak, knowing that you'll probably regret it. He explains that he's been your secret secret admirer for months, leaving the sticky notes on your door and all. Despite how weird and off putting his general appearance and personality is, you can't help but to fall for him a little. Your heart flutters at the thought of this sweet boy leaving such cute notes everyday, even if it were raining. And that's where you are now, him clinging to your side like you'd vanish if he held you any looser and nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a stupidly cute puppy.
