[succubaby]

hi! my name is samantha

i'm 23 and go by she/her pronouns

on this blog i post writing, slashers, aesthetics, wwe, and whatever I’m obsessed with at the moment (honestly I just be reblogging fanfic these days lol)

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[rhaenyratargeryen]

FREDDIE FOX as Ser Gwayne Hightower HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 2.05: Unbowed and Unbent

[0jai0]

[mirrorsinner]

[blkmmt]

Reblog if you’ve been around long enough to remember Lemons

[marwyn]

Is your first name canon in asoiaf

Yes

No

Sort of (spelled differently, etc.)

Voting ended on3h

Here’s the character list on the wiki for reference

[uncertainlys]

i hope everything works out in the end because i am so so scared

[fearstreetdaily]

♫ Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world ♫

∟ Fear Street: 1978 [2021] Dir: Leigh Janiak

[romantacysblog]

Im going feral. I don’t know what to do with myself.

[htchnr]

꩜ intimacy hc's 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜrequest,, "i'd really love to see more of your intimacy hc's about Dex!!". author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, nonsexual cockwarming ⋆ ocd triggers ⋆ Dex's overall mental health ⋆ my personal thoughts ⋆ panic attack mentions ⋆ intense & obsessive cuddling. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

𑣲 i saw someone post about this last week i think-- that they hc Dex to not be sexually attracted to people-- and i agree.

꩜ like he for sure enjoys the act with someone he's close with, but for emotional value and connection reasons-- being close and extremely intimate with you. i don't see him being a one night stand person AT ALL.

𑣲 back to my kissing hc from my fic-- in my eyes the press of a forehead to another, or the bump of a nose as much more intimate for him. he doesn't mind kissing perse, but he highly prefers the other mentioned ways.

꩜ needs, needs. to end and start his day with said way of kissing. a firm, but caring press of his forehead against yours while he nudges his nose against yours. if it doesn't happen at the start and end of his day, he spirals. like a compulsion he can't fulfill or a routine suddenly cut off. it drives him insane. and he can't calm down until his completed the action.

𑣲 on to possibly my fave hc, (besides this kissing one) cockwarming. while he does enjoy the act of sex, cockwarming doesn't count as sex to him. neither of you are having your needs fulfilled in the sense of 'releasing'. to him, it is the most intimate and deeply soothing position he can possibly be in with you.

꩜ your usual routine of soothing him out of a panic attack doesn't work? cockwarming. his day spirals because his image of you of your relationship briefly slips? cockwarming, while you hold him impossibly close and reassure him, over and over and over that it'll alright.

𑣲 it send every sense of his into overdrive-- being swallowed whole by you. your warm, wet walls suffocating him and leaving him with no room to entertain the scary or peace disturbing thoughts. neither of you usually cum from it, though if he ever needs the release, you never mind helping him through it.

꩜ for his birthday after being together for a while you gift him a usb stick with hours and hours of audio footage of you coaching him through various things. any situation you thought he could possibly ever get into, you've thought of it.

𑣲 a break in his routine? a bad trigger of his ocd? a really bad case at work that somehow ends up really bothering him? he somehow feels that you're distancing yourself from him? you've thought of everything, and then even more.

꩜ the moment he gets it and you explain, he downloads it all onto his phone. you laughed, warning him that his phone will run out of space-- but he didn't care. everything could run out of space, and he'd still find some way to make space for you and your help.

𑣲 keeps headphones on him at all times. ready to able to listen to the audio files at any given moment if he needs. sometimes, after a long day at work and a case he can't get home from, he'll just listen to a few just to hear your voice. slowly soothing him to sleep. and even of those moments you've thought of, filling the remainder of the storage with hours of idle chatter material of you talking about hobbies, or just the sound of you humming or singing as you do chores.

꩜ when he can't listen to the audio files? well, that's a time we all don't want to think about.

𑣲 is 100% a service switch. i think he has his few moments where he craves to be in charge, but mainly he craves your praise. lives to hear your voice praise him following your lead or your orders. he just wants to be good for you.

꩜ doesn't mind hand holding, but muchhhh prefers linking your foot with his when you sit beside him. it might seem silly or odd, but just a simple gesture of your foot resting on the other side of his is soothing. grounding.

𑣲 suffocates you in bed at night. you know he needs it, but it can be intense from time to time. he needs to be wrapped around you, and you have to face him. it's like he's got a sixth sense for it, cause if you turn away in your sleep, he wakes up immediately somehow. and he will either manoeuvre over you to your other side for him to face you, or turn your body or face to face him.

꩜ my last thought that i can think off at the moment, is his absolute love for doing your hair-- if you've got hair long enough to braid, it's one of his most favored ways of relaxing. you on the couch or bed, in front of him as he sits behind you and braids your hair.

𑣲 the rhythm of braiding the strands of hair really soothes him. though, it can most certainly also be a trigger for him. if the mental process of the braid feels off, he will do it over and over again and it soothes him instead.

「 authors note,, this was all that i've been able to think about while also being busy with other fics in my head 😅 but i hoped you enjoyed nonetheless! and once again, requests are open for Dex and Wade Kinsella! 」

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[monicfever]

me want…..more…..mmore movie (adrian / vigilante headcanons) also they’re all canon in my head now you worte him PERFECTLY WHATVTHE HELLY

𝓢𝐅𝐖 𝓐𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝜗𝜚 adrian chase !

cws ᝰ .ᐟ gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, established / alluded to being in a relationship ,, brief mention of murder

𝓐 = affection (how do they show love? are they touchy, verbal, or through actions?)

he shows it invasively by watching over you, knowing every detail of your day, memorizing your schedule, tracking your movements, and making sure you’re always safe. his version of affection is intense; he’ll call or text a hundred times a day, hover nearby if he thinks someone might inconvenience you, and practically live in your peripheral vision. he brags about you to anyone who’ll listen, and he loves showing you off because in his mind having your attention validates him. he rarely verbalizes softness and almost never initiates touch, but his devotion is unmistakable: everything he does is about making sure you’re constantly in his orbit, and it drives him insane if you pull away even for a second.

𝓑 = best friend (what would friendship with them feel like? how would it naturally start?)

well, we all know how he is with peacemaker . . . as a best friend, adrian is intense and exhausting but loyal. the friendship would likely start with him taking an interest in you and it quickly escalates to obsession-level attention. he would quiz you about your day, tell you about every detail of his own, and expect you to be equally forthcoming. you’d feel constantly monitored, and flat out stalked. he’s the kind of friend who shows up unexpectedly, barges into your apartment if he thinks something’s wrong, and then get confused when you scold him.

𝓒 = cuddles (how do they like to cuddle? what’s their preferred way of being close?)

hates touching, especially soft contact. human skin brushing against his is something that makes him tense, and he’ll admit it bluntly if you ask. so, cuddles are tricky. he doesn’t naturally want them, but if you’re clingy or affectionate, he’ll tolerate it… for a while. maybe he lets you rest your head against his shoulder or hold your hand while you face away from each other, but he won’t let it linger too long, eventually he’ll shift, adjust, or push you slightly away. he can thug it through if he senses you really need closeness.

𝓓 = domestic (are they homebody material? do they cook, clean, and take care of the household?)

housewife adrian is real. loves doing domestic things without even realizing they’re domestic, just because. obsessive cleaning. he’ll reorganize your kitchen, alphabetize your spices, fold your laundry so neatly it’s almost intimidating. he also likes to test himself with challenges: “let’s see if i can make this entire apartment spotless in under an hour.”

𝓔 = ending (if they had to break up, how would they handle it emotionally and practically?)

the extremes of his attachment mean he’s either eerily indifferent or overwhelmingly destructively invested, no in-between. if he’s detached or uninterested, he could end things coldly, text, call, or show up and simply say it’s over, no tears, no explanation, as if it barely registered. but when he’s fixated on someone the concept of ending it becomes impossible. he doesn’t have a sense of “enough” or “it’s time to leave,” he either clings, refuses to accept the idea, or is devastated in ways he can’t express properly.

𝓕 = family (do they want a family? kids?)

likes the idea of family in this really cartoonish, sitcom way, running around the house, kids laughing, a dog in the yard, but the reality of it doesn’t land for him at all. he’d think it’s fun to say “yeah i’d be the best dad ever, my kid would be so cool,” but in practice? no way. he’d get frustrated at the crying, completely avoid diaper duty, and his short fuse would make him a disaster in a real parenting role. he’d absolutely end up teaching them wildly inappropriate things, like how to throw a punch before they could even tie their shoes, or telling them about his kills like it’s a funny story. so while he doesn’t hate the thought of kids, he’s not actively seeking it out, afterall that would mean sex. . . and sex is gross. 👎👎

𝓖 = gentle (how soft are they physically and emotionally? how careful are they with people’s feelings?)

my beautiful princess isn’t gentle in the slightest. physically he’s stronger than he seems, and doesn’t hesitate, he’ll grab, move, or shove you aside if he thinks it’s necessary. emotionally, he’s brutally honest to the point of being cruel, and he doesn’t censor his reactions or hide his judgments. if he thinks something looks stupid, he’ll say it. he cannot read tone well and assumes you can take it because he can. he can’t soothe people, can’t sugarcoat, and can’t console.

𝓗 = hugs (how often do they hug? what kind of hugs do they give?)

hates touch in general, so hugs are rare and usually happen only when he’s either upset, shaken, or intensely relieved. when he does hug it’s all-or-nothing, he’ll wrap you up in a tight, almost bear-like squeeze that leaves you a little breathless but also secure. he doesn’t linger with soft touches; it’s abrupt, intense, and over relatively quickly. outside of those instances he avoids casual touches entirely, and you learn to read the tension in his body as the signal for when he actually wants closeness.

𝓘 = i love you (how quickly or slowly would they say it? do they say it seriously or casually?)

would say it casually, almost like he’s checking off a box. he knows it’s expected in a relationship, so he blurts it out at odd, hyper, excitable moments. it’s playful and erratic rather than tender, and it doesn’t necessarily carry the weight most people attach to it. the delivery is always high-energy, fast-talking, and chaotic, and you learn to take it as his version of affection rather than a traditional expression of love.

𝓙 = jealousy (how prone are they to jealousy? how do they act when they feel threatened?)

insanely prone to jealousy. it hits fast and hard. he pouts, huffs, and mutters under his breath, trying to prove that no one else could possibly measure up to him. he makes pointed little remarks about how you should pay attention to him, how he’s the “better” one, how they don’t understand you like he does. he’ll hover closer, watch interactions with sharp eyes, and outright follow you around. it’s messy and childish. he doesn’t hide his feelings, but he also doesn’t know how to express them beyond making sure you can see he’s upset.

𝓚 = kisses (what are their kisses like? favorite spots to kiss you, favorite spots to be kissed?)

impulsive, jagged, and intense. he doesn’t linger in a soft, romantic way. mostly they’re quick, like he’s claiming you for a second before letting go. he likes to kiss your forehead when he’s proud of you or wants to show you he’s watching, or he’ll press a chipper kiss to your cheek when he’s happy. when it comes to being kissed he’s indifferent on physical preference; he tolerates it if you want to kiss him, but it’s never what he initiates.

𝓛 = lying (how good are they at lying? do they lie to you?)

do not let him cook. 🗣️🔥 terrible at lying. he tries but it’s so obvious, his tone is always the same when he lies, and he’ll overcompensate with unbelievable details big time. he sometimes lies to you, mostly about small things like where he’s been, what he’s been doing, what he and peacemaker did last night, or “i didn’t notice that” type stuff, but it never sticks. you always catch it immediately, which frustrates him because he genuinely thinks he’s clever. it’s painfully obvious.

𝓜 = mornings (how do they behave at the start of the day? do they need coffee, quiet, chaos?)

adrian is groggy when he first wakes up, slow to process the world, but as soon as he’s out of bed he snaps back to his usual chirpy self. talks fast, bounces around, asks a million questions, and continues on like nothing happened. his processing is just delayed, he might forget where he put something for a second or pause mid-sentence. he tolerates any soft morning affection for a moment but quickly moves back into his constant motion, constant chatter mode.

𝓝 = nights (how do they spend their evenings with you?)

doesn’t really have a winding-down mode, so evenings with him aren’t quiet. he’ll spend the night buzzing around you with energy, wanting to do whatever you’re doing. he’ll chatter constantly, because nighttime feels like the perfect hour to share every random thought or story he forgot to tell you during the day. sometimes he’ll decide that night is exactly when you two should practice fighting moves, or he’ll show up in his vigilante suit and be like, “wanna come with me on patrol? it’ll be fun.”

𝓞 = openness (how soon and how much do they reveal about themselves? gradual or all at once?)

unusually open about almost everything, except for his secret identity, but since we’re assuming you already know that it’s like he doesn’t have filters. he talks about his thoughts, plans, history, fears, and interests in bursts, sometimes rambling or jumping from topic to topic, sometimes trailing off mid-story to chase a tangent. he drops details about his past or his darker impulses little by little. he’ll brag, confess, and overshare all at once, but the “big picture” of who he is comes gradually, scattered across weeks or months. if you ask direct questions, he answers bluntly, but often he’ll reveal new things spontaneously.

𝓟 = patience (how easily irritated or calm are they? how do they respond under stress?)

adrian’s patience is . . . situational. he’s not quick to lose his temper, but he has very little tolerance for certain things. when he’s irritated he doesn’t explode, he simmers. he’ll act like nothing is wrong, but his passive-aggressive side comes out in pointed comments or sly remarks meant to needle you without outright confrontation. you can always tell by the way his brow furrows, his jaw tightens, or the corners of his mouth twitch in a pout. under stress, he can hyperfocus on whatever has caught his attention. he rarely snaps verbally, but his disapproval is palpable.

𝓠 = quirks (unique little habits or oddities they have that make them them?)

does shadow puppets on walls during stakeouts. and he blurts out wildly personal facts about himself at the worst times.

𝓡 = remembering (how well do they recall details about you? favorite memories or moments?)

remembers everything about you, sometimes in ways that are almost unsettling. he clings to details because that’s how his brain processes love, cataloguing you like his favorite comic book. his favorite memories are always the mundane ones too, not the “big” moments, like the time you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe, or when you both ate cold pizza on the floor after a mission, or the first time you killed someone together.

𝓢 = security (how protective are they physically, emotionally, or socially? how do they react to threats?)

extremely protective, but in his own way. physically he’s always ready to jump into danger if it means keeping you safe, even if the threat is ten times bigger than him. emotionally though, he’s a mess; he doesn’t know how to comfort or reassure, so his version of “emotional protection” is mostly check-ins, hovering, and accidentally insensitive remarks. socially he’s not smooth at all, if someone talks down to you or threatens you he’ll just straight up say something unhinged, aggressive, or embarrassing in public without caring how it looks. threats don’t scare him, they just flip a switch where he goes from annoying chatterbox to killer in half a second.

𝓣 = trust (how easily do they trust someone? do they test loyalty or believe instantly?)

trusts people way too easily, almost to a fault. he doesn’t really test anyone’s loyalty because the second you give him even a shred of kindness or attention, he just believes you’re solid forever. if he does get suspicious, it’s usually of the wrong people, he’ll doubt someone harmless while blindly trusting someone sketchy. most of the time though, he just goes off whatever peacemaker thinks; if peacemaker says someone’s good, then in adrian’s mind, they’re good, no further questions.

𝓤 = unflattering habits (what are some bad habits, annoying traits, or pet peeves they have?)

interrupting constantly. he’ll cut you off mid-sentence because his brain already made a connection and he has to blurt it out before he loses it. he also has no sense of boundaries whatsoever. adrian doesn’t register certain social lines. he’ll go through your texts, walk into the bathroom while you’re using it because he “needs to tell you something real quick,” or rifle through your stuff without realizing it’s invasive. he hates being ignored, being told to “calm down,” and people not laughing at his jokes. if you laugh late or don’t laugh at all, he’ll keep repeating the joke louder until you react.

𝓥 = vanity (how concerned are they with their appearance, style, or image?)

doesn’t care about his appearance or style in the slightest. he’s completely indifferent to what other people think of how he looks. clothes are functional, grooming is minimal, and he wears whatever’s convenient. he doesn’t buy into image or fashion, doesn’t check mirrors for approval, and doesn’t care about trends.

𝓦 = weird (quirky behaviors or odd little things they do that make them unique?)

has this incredible ability to make weird things weirder by trying to cover them up. if he’s caught doing something suspicious, the lie he blurts out is always ten times worse than just telling the truth. like someone asked why he was dressed in black at night and he cheerfully invited them to his neighbor’s bird’s funeral and acted like that was a reasonable event. he’s not good at lying, but he’s committed, so he doubles down and digs himself deeper into the bizarre.

𝓧 = xtra (fun fact?)

unapologetic pokémon nerd. knows all the evolutions, can rattle off type advantages, and definitely has strong opinions about team composition. he’ll corner you to explain why gengar is underrated or why charizard is overhyped. he plays every game obsessively, sometimes to the point of neglecting other responsibilities, and will absolutely try to rope you into co-op battles or shiny hunting marathons. if you mention even the tiniest detail, like saying you think a pokémon looks cute, he’ll immediately go on a tangent about its lore, stats, and battle strategies.

𝓨 = youthfulness (how playful, spontaneous, or silly are they? do they keep a youthful energy?)

basically the definition of arrested development; he has the energy and mindset of someone perpetually stuck in their teens or early twenties. wildly playful and spontaneous, always wanting to make jokes, pull ridiculous stunts, or drag you into some half-baked idea he swears will be “fun.” he never lost that childlike thrill for dumb humor, he’ll laugh at fart jokes and try to sword fight with broom handles in the middle of the kitchen. he’s impulsive in a way that feels innocent, he genuinely doesn’t process how chaotic he looks to everyone else. his youthfulness shows up in his inability to sit still, his obsession with nerdy hobbies like video games and comics, and the way he talks about things he loves with full, unfiltered enthusiasm.

𝓩 = zzz (sleep patterns—how do they sleep, what’s their routine, and do they snore or toss and turn?)

doesn’t really have a routine; sometimes he crashes out at 9pm, other nights he’s wired until 4am. when he does sleep, it’s restless, he snores, shifts constantly, and sometimes talks in his sleep. he’s the type to sprawl across the bed without realizing it, stealing the blanket or kicking it off entirely. on nights where he’s especially restless, he’ll stay up and keep himself busy, organizing his stuff, pacing, or even trying to watch tv quietly but ending up laughing way too loud. despite all of this, he somehow still wakes up with that same chirpy energy, like he wasn’t tossing around for hours. if you share space with him, you get used to his unpredictable sleep schedule, and you might even catch him sitting up half-asleep muttering about a “giant charizard fight” before collapsing back down again.

★ a / n : MORE MOVIE FOR U….. i hope this is okay, i tried something new and im still not sure how i feel about this 😢. i’ve never done an alphabet before …

started 9.30.2025. finished 9.30.2025.

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©️ monicfever 2025

[ange1archive]

LMAO I just read the reactions of Targaryen!Husbands to their wife hatching a dormant dragon egg. I think it’d be so funny if the dragon didn’t like Aerion at all, at least for a while. And it’s super protective of the wife. Like it’ll bite Aerion or burn him (just a bit because it’s still little) just for coming near. But I’d like to see how the others would react to the dragon being super protective and not wanting them near their wives at first. Though for some dragons it’s not because they don’t like the princes, it’s out of protective instinct for the wife. I think the dragons would easily warm up to Valarr and Baelor even if though they’d still hiss and bite at first.

targ! husbands reacting to a protective dragon

characters — baelor targaryen, maekar targaryen, valarr targaryen, daeron targaryen, aerion targaryen

second part to this post

baelor "breakspear" targaryen

— he treats the hatchling like a rebellious young lord, refusing to force his presence and instead sitting across the room speaking in low, soothing tones to show he isn't a threat.

— he begins bringing small strips of seared mutton to your chambers, tossing them toward the dragon from a safe distance to "negotiate" his way closer to your side of the bed.

— despite the singed hemlines of his finest tunics, he is immensely proud of you and finds it poetic that the prince’s wife has a protector that even he cannot sway with words.

— when the dragon first snaps at his hand during a reach for your shawl, baelor doesn't flinch but simply laughs, telling you that your "little knight" has a very keen sense of duty.

— he quickly realizes the dragon isn't aggressive out of malice but because it senses your physical exhaustion from the hatching process, and he respects the beast for its instincts.

— eventually earns a modicum of trust by being the one to help you clean the dragon’s scales with oil, showing the creature that his hands are meant for care rather than harm.

— once the dragon warms up, it starts nesting in baelor’s heavy traveling cloaks, though it still lets out a warning puff of smoke if he tries to wake you up too abruptly in the morning.

— quietly instructs the kingsguard to stay well back from your person, fearing they might mistake the hatchling’s protectiveness for a real attack and accidentally hurt the creature.

— he often jokes with his brothers at council that while he leads the realm, the dragon clearly leads the household, and he admits he is perfectly content with that hierarchy.

— by the end of the first moon, the dragon is content to sleep at the foot of the bed, only hissing if baelor moves his feet too close to your side of the mattress.

maekar targaryen

— he isn't the type to coo at a beast, so he chooses to stare the dragon down instead, meeting its golden eyes with a stoic intensity that silently insists he was there first.

— he gets frustrated when the hatchling disrupts the rigid order of his chambers, but he never loses his temper with the creature because he knows it is a living piece of his heritage.

— sometimes, he’ll just roll his eyes at the dragon.

— sets up a high, sturdy perch for it near the window, hoping to "train" it to stay off your lap when he wants your full attention, though the dragon ignores this entirely.

— when the dragon nips his finger and draws blood during a reach for a cup, maekar just sighs and cleans the wound himself, refusing to let the maesters know a hatchling bested him.

— you often catch him when he thinks you’re asleep just watching the dragon watch him, and he’ll mutter something under his breath about how the dragon inherited your specific temper.

— actually likes that you are guarded because the political climate in king’s landing makes him feel a strange relief knowing something is always ready to burn for your safety.

— the dragon teaches the prince a level of gentleness he usually lacks, as he learns to move much more slowly and deliberately whenever he is around you.

— while he tolerates the dragon’s attitude toward him, he finds it secretly hilarious when the dragon chases a nervous servant or an annoying courtier out of the royal apartments.

— he commissions a small, heat-resistant glove for you to wear while handling the hatchling, showing his care through practical utility rather than sentimental words.

— eventually, they reach a silent truce where the dragon allows maekar to put his arm around you, provided maekar doesn't try to move the dragon from its spot on your lap.

valarr targaryen

— he is genuinely delighted by the hatching and thinks the dragon is the most magnificent thing in the world, constantly trying to "bond" with it despite the dragon's obvious annoyance.

— treats the dragon like a child and when it hisses at him, he’ll often hiss back playfully (but only when they are alone and no one can see it), which usually results in him getting a face full of ash.

— he is a bit hurt at first that the dragon chooses you so decisively over him, but that hurt quickly turns into a deep, sentimental adoration for the unique bond you share.

— valarr spends half his day raiding the royal kitchens for the best bits of meat, trying to bribe his way into the dragon’s "inner circle" with snacks.

— he’ll narrate the dragon’s moods to you constantly, making jokes about how the dragon thinks his boots are a grave threat to the crown because of their size.

— if the dragon gets too rambunctious and accidentally scratches you, valarr is there instantly to fuss over you while giving the hatchling a very gentle, serious scolding.

— he spends many nights sleeping on the very edge of the bed because the dragon has claimed the "middle ground" specifically to keep him away from your side.

— he eventually wins the dragon over by being its primary defender, shutting down any maester who suggests clipping its wings or moving it to the dragonpit.

— the day the dragon finally lets valarr pet its head without biting his finger, he looks like he’s won a grand tournament and is genuinely moved by the "friendship."

daeron targaryen

— because he has seen dragons in his prophetic dreams and they usually mean doom, he is initially terrified and stays a healthy six feet away from the hatchling at all times.

— he’ll sit in his favorite chair, sipping wine and toasting the dragon from across the room, thanking the beast for finally convincing you that he is a bad influence.

— whenever he doesn't want to go to a royal feast or a boring meeting, he blames the dragon, telling his father that the beast won't let him leave the room.

— he is the most likely to get accidentally singed because he is clumsy, often tripping over rugs and startling the dragon into puffing flame, though he just shrugs it off.

— he wonders if the dragon sees the same visions he does, and he’ll whisper his dreams to the hatchling late at night, finding a strange comfort in its magical presence.

— loves watching you sleep with the dragon curled against you because he finds it peaceful—a rare moment where the world feels "right" and the fire isn't destructive.

— doesn't try to train or bribe the creature and simply exists near it, which ironically makes the dragon warm up to him faster than it does for his more aggressive brothers.

— he jokes that he’s glad the dragon is there to keep the "scary people" like his father away from you, since he knows he isn't much of a fighter himself.

— you’ll often find them both asleep in the afternoon—daeron in his chair and the dragon on the rug nearby—both seemingly exhausted by the weight of the targaryen bloodline.

aerion "brightflame" targaryen

— the dragon hates him. maybe because it knows what kind of person aerion truly is. or because aerion always tries to train it.

— he is deeply offended by the dragon's hostility because he considers himself the "true dragon," and the hatchling's dislike feels like a massive blow to his ego.

— he views the dragon as a direct rival for your attention and will walk into the room with his chest puffed out, only to be chased out by a hissing, snapping lizard.

— tries to "assert dominance" by yelling or making sudden movements, which never works and only results in the dragon biting his ankles every single time he nears you.

— sports his minor burn marks like they are battle scars, but he is secretly seething that the dragon seems to find him particularly "unworthy" of its affection.

— he hates that the dragon gets to sleep in your lap and will complain loudly that you love an "overgrown newt" more than your own husband.

— he tries to bribe the dragon with gold, thinking like a dragon himself, but the hatchling just immediately runs back to your side.

— he’ll occasionally try to pester or poke at the dragon when you aren't looking, but the dragon is smarter than him and usually ends up setting his silk sleeves on fire.

— eventually, his narcissism takes a backseat to awe, and he starts to see the dragon as proof of his own greatness since he is the one married to its "mother."

— in front of the court, he’ll pretend he and the dragon are the best of friends, but the moment the doors are closed, he’s jumping onto chairs to avoid getting nipped.

— the only time he truly softens is when he sees how happy the dragon makes you, allowing it to stay in the room provided it eventually learns to "respect its king."

[succubaby]

This one is so cute 🥰🥰🥰

[louloucake]

hear me out...

knife play with Aerion. Cutting his peck while fucking, you lick the blood then kiss him (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

if this is too much, I understand (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ 🌸

OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY!!!

the core of aerion’s relationship with you is a desperate, gnawing need for proof of ownership. words are cheap. actions, especially violent…. it's a communion of sorts where you both prove your devotion in the most visceral way possible.

you, his wife, his property, are holding the blade. but you're not using it against him. you're using it for him, at his command, to mark his flesh. you are carving a symbol of your love into his very skin. he’s trusting you enough, his life, his body is in your hands, and you choose to adore it, not destroy it.

straddled around his waist, taking his slick cock, riding back and forth, suppressing loud high-pitched whimpers, and he grunts and fucks up into you. his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force.

you lean forward and pressed the flat of the blade to his chest, over his heart. he doesn’t flinch. he just watches you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. a sharp, pristine line of red welled up immediately. you carve, your hand surprisingly super steady to the slow roll of your hips against his cock.

you carve your initials, a permanent claim on his heart!

"fuck, again…" he hisses, his hips bucking up involuntarily, the slick head of his cock sliding between your wet lips, bumping your clit and making you gasp.

you didn't need to be told twice. another cut, another letter, your body trembling with the effort of holding back, of focusing on the task. when the final letter carved, you set the dagger aside on the furs.

you lean down, your gaze locked on his, and slowly, deliberately, dragged your tongue through the thin, welling lines of blood.

aerion let out a raw, choked sound, a sound that was halfway between a groan and a sob. before he could react, you crashed your mouth against his. you could only whimper in response, your body bouncing on his, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. he was fucking you with a ferocity that bordered on violence on his part.

"look at me," he commands, his voice rough. "look at what you did to me. look at what you made me." he grabs your hand and pressed it to the bleeding letters on his chest, slamming into you so hard you see stars.

the fucking has to be mean. it has to be. he's just been cut, he's just been bled for. he needs to fuck you with a kind of ferocity that borders on violence to remind himself, and you, who is in charge.

it's a desperate, mean act to counterbalance the terrifying vulnerability of letting you hold a blade to his heart!! it's nasty, it's mean, and it's the most honest declaration of love you could possibly give him!!!

[monicfever]

ben poindexter as your boyfriend. 𝜗𝜚 hc’s

cw ᝰ .ᐟ obsessive tendencies ,, dark themes ,, gn reader unless i slipped up somewhere ,, headcanons ,, i mean he’s a murderer so

BEN POINDEXTER AS YOUR BOYFRIEND... is obsessed with you. not the “likes your selfies” kind — more like memorized your schedule, cataloged your facial expressions, and would absolutely kill for you without a blink. no hesitation. no regret.

he has a tracker on your phone. not because he doesn’t trust you — he just doesn’t trust anyone else. he tells you it’s for your safety, and when you raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs and kisses your forehead. “i’d rather know where you are than bury you, baby.”

he gets jealous. so easily. and he hates it. hates how tight his jaw gets when you laugh at someone else's joke. how his fists curl when someone makes you smile. but he’s so good at holding it together — until you’re alone. then he’s pacing. spiraling. pulling you into his lap just to feel your heartbeat under his hand. “you’re mine, right?” he’ll ask, low and tight.

dex does everything for you. carries your bags. makes your coffee. walks you to class. waits outside your job. doesn’t matter if he’s had the worst day imaginable — he’ll still show up to tuck your hair behind your ear and ask if you’ve eaten.

he gets scary when he thinks you’re pulling away. it’s subtle at first — quiet stares, clenched jaw, questions masked as concern. but the second he’s sure something’s wrong he snaps. cold. sharp. wounded in that dangerous way. looks at you with that unhinged grief behind his eyes. like it’s betrayal. like it’s death.

he’s weirdly soft in private. you’re the only person who gets to see the version of him that’s quiet and needy and kind of broken. he sleeps with his head on your chest, fingers clinging to your shirt like you’ll vanish if he lets go. sometimes he just stares at you, like he’s memorizing you in case you disappear.

always brings you little things he finds throughout the day. not flowers or jewelry — no, ben’s gifts are weirder. more him. a vintage matchbook he liked the design of. a cool rock he found on the sidewalk. a bullet casing from his last mission. “made me think of you,” he says, dead serious.

his love language is acts of service — intense ones. fixes everything in your apartment before you even notice it’s broken. goes grocery shopping and memorizes your favorite brand of literally everything. remembers how you like your tea down to the exact amount of honey.

can’t sleep unless he’s touching you. even just a pinky finger brushing yours. if you roll away in the night, he subconsciously follows, pulling you back like a heat-seeking missile. “where you goin’, sweetheart?” he mumbles, half-asleep.

keeps a photo of you in his wallet. it’s old, kind of faded, maybe creased in the corner — but he looks at it constantly. you catch him doing it once, and he just shrugs. “keeps me sane.”

loves forehead kisses. won’t ask for them. won’t say a word. just leans down a little and looks at you with that tilted-head stare until you get it. and when you comply? his whole face goes soft like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth.

has a surprisingly dark sense of humor. says the most horrifying things in the most affectionate tone. you’ll say “i’m cold” and he’s like, “want me to burn the world down for you?” you laugh. he doesn’t.

likes watching you do normal stuff. brushing your teeth. folding laundry. humming while you cook. he sits quietly, just watching — so still it’s unnerving. to him it’s peace. it’s you alive.

plays with your fingers absentmindedly. twists your rings around. traces the veins in your wrist. holds your hand even when you're just sitting on the couch doing nothing. asks what every little scar is from. “this one?” he’d question. “fell off my bike.” a pause. “want me to go back in time and kill the pavement?”

notices everything. you don’t even realize how closely he’s watching until he casually mentions things like, “you switched shampoo, didn’t you?” or “you tapped your foot three times before locking the door today. usually it’s four.” and it’s not judgment — he just keeps mental notes on everything that makes you you. so if something changes, he knows. and if something’s wrong, he really knows.

he’s extremely routine-oriented — and he builds you into his structure. once you’re part of his life, you’re in it.

your coffee order gets timed to the minute. your text messages get categorized in his head (green = happy, yellow = something’s off, red = drop everything).

he gets agitated if plans change too suddenly, but if you’re the reason? he softens instantly. you ground him. you’re the only thing that doesn’t throw him off.

he gets attached fast. his BPD makes it so once he feels something for you, it’s intense. there’s no casual dating. no half-measures. he goes from “i think i like them” to “i will absolutely die if they leave” in under a week. he’s so good at hiding just how deep it runs.

he replicates your habits without meaning to. if you fidget with your sleeves, he starts doing it. if you use a certain word a lot, it shows up in his vocabulary. he mirrors you because it comforts him.

he hyper-fixates on your favourites. if you say you like a snack once, he’ll buy ten. you compliment a song? it’s on every playlist he makes. you wear a certain lip balm? he’ll go out of his way to buy backups. he wants to memorize what makes you happy so he can recreate it. perfectly. every time.

he spirals when he thinks he upset you. even slightly. a weird tone in your voice? a shorter text reply than usual? his brain jumps to you hate me. you’re going to leave. i ruined it. he’ll pace. his routine will fall apart. instead of lashing out on you he gets quiet. self-destructive. unless you pull him back in with something soft — a touch. a word. a look. then he clings like a shadow.

he makes you things with his hands. little wood carvings, origami, folded napkin animals — he fidgets constantly, and you’re the outlet.

his hands don’t stop moving, so they move for you. you’ll come home and find a tiny heart made of safety pins on your nightstand. he won’t mention it, but he’ll watch to see if you notice.

he always asks for reassurance, but never directly. he’ll say things like, “you still like having me around, right?” or “you’d tell me if i was being too much?” and it breaks your heart a little, because he’s so desperate not to be a burden. you always answer the same way: “you’re my favourite person.”

can’t fall asleep without saying goodnight the same exact way. it doesn’t matter how late it is, how exhausted he is, how bad the day was — he has to say it. same tone, same words, same kiss on your temple. if he doesn’t it eats at him. he’ll lie awake, heart racing, staring at the ceiling like something terrible’s going to happen because he broke the pattern.

refuses to let anyone else drive you anywhere. he doesn’t care if it’s your friend, your boss, your own damn parent — if he can’t be the one driving, he’s deeply uncomfortable. he’ll sit by the door with his keys, ready to go.

has ‘rules’ for loving you. like brushing your hair off your face with his left hand only. or always kissing you three times before you leave. he doesn't need to do it — he has to. if he breaks the pattern, his brain tells him something bad will happen to you.

saves every single voicemail and text you send. even the dumb ones. especially the dumb ones. he replays your old voicemails when he’s spiraling.

he screenshotted the first time you said “i miss you” and keeps it in a locked photo album. you’re proof that something good happened to him once.

gets overstimulated easily, but hides it around you. if the lights are too bright, the room’s too loud, someone’s tapping a pen too much — he’s unraveling inside.

but if you’re talking to him? smiling? holding his hand? he’ll grit his teeth through it, just to stay in your orbit a little longer.

has a favorite version of you, but it’s not what you’d think. it’s not when you’re dressed up, or being cute, or saying nice things. it’s when you’re sleepy. messy. barely awake and murmuring nonsense with your face squished into his chest.

“you’re not real,” you mumbled once. “i made you up.” he still thinks about that. hopes it’s not true. but if it is? he’s glad you dreamed him.

collects your words like scripture. if you ever say something sweet to him, he will not forget. he repeats it to himself, over and over, like a mantra.“you’re safe with me.” ,, “you’re not too much.” ,, “i like you exactly the way you are.” he mouths the words in the mirror. sometimes he believes them.

panics if he forgets anything about you. can’t remember your shoe size? his heart races. doesn’t know if you take your coffee with sugar that day? hands start shaking.

his whole sense of safety is tied to knowing you. so if anything slips, it feels like the whole foundation is cracking.

he loves you in patterns. in rituals. in coffee orders and folded blankets and kisses placed in the exact same spot on your shoulder every night.

gets annoyed when you shower without him. he doesn’t even want to do anything — he just sits on the toilet lid with his chin in his hand while you’re in there like, “you left me out here alone for twenty-three minutes.” you open the door to steam and a pouty six-foot weapon of a man sulking.

gets weirdly quiet when you’re on your phone too long. not mad. just a little neglected. you look up and he’s just sitting there like a sad cat, hoping you’ll notice. you say “benny, you okay?” and he melts like, “...m’here. just waitin’.”

clings after arguments like his life depends on it. doesn’t matter if it was something small or serious. once things settle, he’s already reaching for you, forehead pressed to your collarbone. “not mad anymore.” he murmurs. translation: don’t leave me.

keeps weapons stashed in every room ‘just in case.’ under the bed. behind the fridge. in your car’s glove box.

memorized your ex’s face and car within the first week. he won’t say what he did with that information. but he didn’t like how they looked at you at the grocery store that one time. he made sure it wouldn’t happen again.

he hates parties.not because he’s antisocial, because he can’t relax when you’re in a room full of strangers.

he’s watching everyone — every glance, every shift, every hand that moves too close. he stands behind you the whole time, hand at your lower back, barely talking to anyone.

texts you “where are you?” even when he knows where you are. he saw you leave. he knows you’re at work or running errands or at the gym. but he still needs to hear you say it. needs the proof. the reassurance. you say “i’m fine, benny,” and he responds with “miss you.” (you’ve been gone 20 minutes.)

calls you his “person.” not partner. not babe. just “my person.” says it in a tone that sounds more like my reason for breathing.

won’t let you walk on the street side of the sidewalk. you’ve tried switching sides — he’ll switch with you immediately. doesn’t matter where you’re going. doesn’t matter if the road is empty. “nope,” he’ll mutter, hand on your hip. “you don’t get hit. not on my watch.”

he has a folder on his computer labeled “them.” inside: blurry security cam screenshots of you walking alone at night (yes, he tapped into feeds), saved texts from people who’ve upset you, and a detailed list of names he keeps tabs on. you don’t know it exists.

takes everything as a threat. you flinch at a loud noise? he’s already scanning the room. someone bumps into you too hard in a crowd? he steps between you like a human wall. you say “i don’t feel safe,” and he’s already reaching for his coat.

he doesn’t yell unless someone talks down to you. he’ll take endless shit from people when it’s about him. but the second someone disrespects you? his voice goes sharp. dark. you see it flip in his eyes like a switch — “you wanna repeat that to me?” and suddenly the room’s ice cold.

he’ll sit in complete silence beside you while planning murder in his head. someone made you cry? he holds your hand gently, rubs circles into your palm, kisses your wrist — and behind his eyes, he’s already figured out the five best ways to ruin their life.

he keeps track of your patterns better than you do. you get headaches before rain? he brings you meds before you mention it. your trauma responses show in tiny shifts? he spots them immediately and gets you out of the room.

he might be unstable, but when it comes to protecting you — he’s the most focused man alive.

stares at your contact name before calling you, like he’s bracing himself to hear your voice. thumb hovering over the screen, eyes soft and far away. sometimes he doesn’t even call. just stares. like maybe that’s enough to survive another hour.

doesn’t know how to be casual. you say “i like your shirt” and he’ll buy five more. you compliment his cologne once? he never uses another one again. every word you say means something to him.

loves when you wear his clothes a little too much. he acts all chill but inside he’s screaming. watching you walk around in his hoodie with the sleeves over your hands? ruined. he has to sit down.

he has no idea what a normal reaction is. you get a weird DM? he’s already tracking the IP address. you trip and scrape your knee? he’s acting like you got shot. “you’re bleeding.” he mutters, completely still. “baby, it’s a scratch—”

gets scary quiet when you’re in danger. like full military-mode, voice low and flat. grabs your hand. pulls you behind him. “stay down. don’t move. don’t look.” and you listen — because in that moment, he’s not your sweet clingy ben. he’s the weapon the government built.

has trauma responses built around you. you’re late? his hands start shaking. you stop responding? he spirals. he doesn’t just worry— he catastrophizes. his brain jumps to body bags. blood. everything he’s lost before.

so when you walk through the door, totally fine, he just grabs you. holds you so tight it hurts. “don’t do that to me again,” he whispers. “please.”

doesn’t forgive people who hurt you. ever. you may move on. he won’t. he keeps the memory. files it away like a grudge on ice. and if he ever gets the chance to settle the score? he’ll do it without blinking.

knows all your “tired” cues. you yawn a certain way when you’re really worn out vs. just sleepy. you go silent when your brain’s overwhelmed. so he’ll quietly turn the lights down, warm up your hoodie, and run a bath without you even asking.

obsessively keeps the place safe. deadbolts, alarms, cameras, backup flashlights, reinforced doors. not because he’s paranoid. because you live there. and nothing — nothing — is allowed to hurt you where he sleeps.

he does not know how to regulate jealousy. like. at all. you compliment someone? he’s quiet for hours. you laugh too hard at someone’s joke? he stares them down until they suddenly remember they have somewhere else to be.

he gets clingy after. full body contact. face buried in your shoulder. won’t let go. “you like me better, right?” you tease him and say “maybe…” his whole face drops. “dont.”

and if he sees them in public, he’s pulling you closer with a hand on your waist like mine. mine. mine.

he repeats the same three phrases every time you’re hurt. like it’s a spell: “you’re safe.” “you didn’t do anything wrong.” “i love you so much it hurts.”

he checks in constantly. not just “are you okay?”but “did you eat today? do you need quiet or company? can i hold your hand right now, or just sit near you?”

started 4.23.2025. finished 4.23.2025.

( masterlist. )

©️ monicfever 2025

[4dr3n4lin3]

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[promitto-amor]

Saw Halloween Thoughtcanons

It’s no longer Halloween…this was definitely meant to go up yesterday…but it sat in my notes. 👻

John Kramer 🪚

As the years pass it amazes John how many individuals begin to dress as Billy the Puppet. Now the pig masks and red robes are also starting to catch on. They have no respect for the work he is doing, reducing it to games of dress up. Playing pretend. But John has always enjoyed Hitchcock, Kubrick and such horror greats and will gladly put one on while he works. When the doorbell does ring, John will get up and diligently offer the candy bowl to the good kids. Any teenagers looking to fill their greedy pockets are turned away with a sharp word. One look from John Kramer is enough to send them back down the street.

Amanda Young 💉

The lawless nature of Halloween is why Amanda adores the holiday. She roams the streets in her apprentice outfit and for one day of the year she’s complimented and adored by all for her antics and incredible portrayal of a Jigsaw Apprentice. No horror maze is too scary, Amanda let’s herself get high on adrenaline as she grins back at the clowns and dares the chainsaw wielding actors to get a little closer. She’s a survivor. There is nothing she cannot handle. She makes it back to her place around 3am, her mouth sticky from something sweet she ate and Amanda passes out onto the couch with her pig mask in hand. Another holiday well spent.

Mark Hoffman 🚨

Hoffman hasn’t celebrated Halloween since his sister died. October 31st always meant fresh Pumpkin Pie on the table and heaping helpings of whipped cream. He hasn’t been able to stomach the flavour for seven years now. Since joining Jigsaw there is no joy to be found in the horrific and the obscene, not when it has become his daily 9 to 5. He’s a favourite at the precinct because Hoffman will gladly stay late to avoid the incessant ringing of his doorbell, despite never putting a pumpkin outside. But he will indulge his sweet tooth and takes full advantage of the bulk bags of sweets he takes off perps who get rung up for petty crimes.

Lawrence Gordon 🩺

Halloween can be busy at the hospital, people tend to act stupid on Halloween and let their loose morals guide them. But with Alison despising all things horror after their abduction, Lawrence takes it upon himself to give his daughter Diana the full experience. He will wear whatever costume she dictates, this year being the Powerpuff Girls and he the evil Mojo Dojo. The best the costume store and Amazon had to offer! Trick or treating involves making sure his daughter is always safe and telling the occasional fabricated about his time in the bathroom to parents who recognise him. The cane always gives it away. Once Diana is asleep for the night, Lawrence turns his attention to the other child - Adam. He usually ends up picking his fellow survivor up from whatever party or rave at 5 in the morning. 

Adam Stanheight-Faulkner (Bonus) 📸

For Adam, Halloween is a week long event. He keeps his costumes old school horror icons - Freddy, Jason…and Luke Skywalker, because which kid didn’t want to be a Jedi?! Lawrence has unfortunately been subjected to a few duo costumes at Adam’s request. He drew the line when Adam asked about going as his rotting foot. Halloween is for late night partying, dancing Thriller. He point blank refuses to go bobbing for apples, submerging himself in water takes him back to the bathroom. Adam delights in the fictional because he knows there are true horrors in his reality. 

Bonus bonus 🎃

At the lair, the Jack O Lantern carving station is the most used workbench all month. Amanda’s are half butchered monstrosities, she gets all her frustrations out of her poor pumpkins. Children carve better pumpkins than Hoffman, he’s never done it before though, so you’ve got to cut him some slack. Gordon uses his surgical and anatomical expertise to create the most gruesome lanterns. They have guts spewing out of wounds, vomiting up their insides. They are gruesome enough to have even John wonder how anyone can make such monstrosities. Adam makes a series of Jack-O-Lanterns which mirror the Jigsaw crew. He stole Hoffman’s police cap and was nearly pummelled when the Detective found it a week later. No one can compete with John’s intricate creations, but then again having a high spec laser cutter makes light work. The Billy Jack-O-Lantern stands in first place.

[creepling]

hii idk if you’re comfortable but could i request just any headcanons of stockholm syndrome johnny slaughter x fem!reader? would he ever come around to being “gentle” after corrupting the reader of a relationship? would he ever let the reader see her family? just give me any details you brainstorm 🫣

this became more of a drabble but it encapsulates everything i'd except from johnny with a captive with stockholm syndrome. he'll be overthinking, he'll be insecure, and he'll take it out on you. then act all boyfriend material so you don't question it. he's such a joy to be around lmaooo

tags: can be read as gn. stockholm syndrome, knife as threat, near death experience, abusive relationship

Johnny’s tactics proved to be worthwhile the more you eased yourself into the role of a captive, viewing your surroundings as a home since you had no escape to go to your own. It surprises him how quickly you succumbed to it, offering to take up chores. He was suspicious of you at first until he let you out in the junkyard to gather scraps. The cattle grid off, the gate open, you had every chance of escape. Your footing stayed planted on the soil, bare feet in the dry dirt, humming a tune as the sun beat down on you. You acted as if you were at home, taking your time, comfortable in your surroundings. You were the first of its kind in Johnny’s eyes.

Sometimes he caught you gazing at the pressure gate. Looking beyond the road to the horizon, deep in thought. Johnny would keep his eye on you, his hands busy with the car he was fixing up. Then you would sigh and look away, getting back to work. Johnny needed answers, he had to know what you were thinking. A dream, an opportunity? Are you kidding him?

“You ever thought about running away?” He would ask. You never gave a direct answer, your words were always like “I like it here”, “I have everything I need”

It did not calm his nerves. You can’t leave, you can’t defeat him. You cannot be convinced of anything except your devotion to him, otherwise all his work has gone to waste. He had to test you again, break any thought that crossed your mind.

He ambushed you in the quiet of the night, snuffling your screams with his hand, and pressing his knife to your neck. You only screamed once, resting when you saw Johnny, calm under his knife as you gazed into his eyes.

“If you ever think about leaving,” Johnny warned, “Goddammit- I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” His words were insecure, his vowels broken. Masking his frustration with fury.

He shifted his hand to grip your hair, giving you a chance to speak. Your docile face gazing up at him, forcing a smile to appeal to him.

“I love you, Johnny… I do, I really do,” your calm words failed as he tensed his shoulders, pressing the knife closer to you. “But… I have a family. They’ll be worried sick about me. At least let me write to them, I’ll tell them that I found you, and I’m happy here. Please…” You weren’t necessarily lying, but there was still an inkling of what life was like before. Your whole life was ahead of you, letting you navigate the paths of life. You went down this one, longing for the possibilities there were before. You refused to admit defeat, mustering a fond smile.

It seemed like Johnny was thinking about it, but he was only steadying his knife, debating on slitting your throat. The spill of your blood flashed before his eyes before he made the split decision to replace the knife with his hand, closing your airflow.

“You have a family,” Johnny spat, “We’re your goddamn family. Got it?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, gripping his wrists, calling surrender. He lets go, scoffing at your pathetic coughs for air.

“You’re smart, so I suggest you start thinking smart thoughts,” Johnny’s remark was worse than his knife. You turned on your side, burying your face into the pillow to get back to sleep. Your eyes are wide open, tense under Johnny’s arms wrapped around you. He kisses your temple, soothing your head, as if nothing happened.

[succubaby]

Ugh I miss 2023 when I was obsessed with him