#pls forgive

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Yandere sober Gamzee x male reader,,,,,,, sfw and nsfw,,,,w/pet play and omorashi,,,,,👀

Sorry man i highkey just did a nsfw fic MY B but u cant complain bc you dmed me about this fic like a gazillion times. also boyf and cash don’t read this #too ashamed this got freaky

Yandere!Gamzee Makara x Reader

Content warnings : NSFW, PISSKINK/OMORASHI!!!! pet play, yandere, dacryphillia, mentions of kidnapping

dividers by k1ssyoursister!!

When Gamzee brought you back to his hive, he was fully expecting a bit more resistance to what you're showing right now.

He didn’t expect you to be pushed down to the ground so easily, his hand shoved in your hair with your head against the floor.

When he shoved a collar on you under the guise of a joke, he expected a bit of a bite on you. Some sort of fight back

And of course, the collar wasn’t a joke at all. Gamzee needed to see how compliant you’d be. If he could shove a barkbeast collar on you with little to no objection, what else would you let him do? Would you let him keep you safe in his hive forever? Never feel the need to leave him, just sit and stay like good boys are supposed to do? 

Good boy or not, you’ve been acting like one for the past couple hours. Gamzee has had you collared in his lap for a while now and you’ve done no complaining at all. 

You’ve let him pet and stroke your hair, running his thin nimble fingers through it as the sound of his husktop played some terrible movie. Normally, Gamzee wouldn’t be able to watch one of these fucking things, not without his slime, but with you here, it seemed easy. 

Like he said, no complaints yet. But you have been squirming. 

Nothing crazy. Just little wiggles of your hips, or a slight movement to your legs. Gamzee would almost pin it on arousal or restlessness if it wasn’t for your hands that kept gripping the bottom half of your stomach.

He couldn't help but chuckle. When you look up at him, curious as to what he found so funny, he leaned forward and bumped his forehead with yours before pulling back.

‘WhAts GOt yOu AlL mOthERFUcKinG SquiRMiSh, pUp?’

You chuckle embarassingly and try to excuse yourself to the bathroom. But as soon as you stand up, you are reminded of the collar on your neck as Gamzee yanks the chain connected to it down. You fall back into his lap. 

‘WeLl, ThAT’s tOo moTHeRfUCkinG BaD, now, iSn’t iT?’

You look at him confused, but he ignores your backwards stare and wraps his arms around your waist.

You jump in his lap and warn him against it, you weren’t joking, you really did have to pee. Gamzee didn’t seem too alarmed by this.

‘I kNOw, I’M nO moTHErfuCkInG iDioT. SeEms to ME LiKE yOu Are, thOUgh. Can’T bLAmE Ya, BArkbEAsTs ArEn’t ExaCtlY kNOwN foR thEiR mOTherFuCKIng IntelLigEnce.’

The bite in Gamzee’s words surprised you, but you knew what he could be like when he was sober. You tried to pry his hands from your waist, if not but to just stop him pressing against your bladder. 

‘Seriously, Gamz, I’m gonna piss myself if you don’t let me up-’

He squeezes your midsection with his lanky arms. 

‘SorRy, BRo, cAn’T MothErfUCkInG UndERsTAnd yOu, Don’T SPeAK bArkBEAsT.’

You huff and shove your hands over your crotch, the pressure almost being enough to make you burst. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus on not pissing your pants on Gamzee’s lap.

‘BesIDEs, DoN’t GoT AnY PLaCE tO rEliEVe yERsElf hERe, No pUP pAdS oR ANythInnG. YoU’ll JuSt hAve To MOthErFUckInG hOld It.’

Your face starts to flush as you try to stress to Gamzee, you can’t hold it, if he doesn’t let you go soon, you’re gonna piss all over his lounge plank, and more embarrassingly, him. You were hoping that would be enough to scare him off.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed to do the opposite. 

He let a groan turned chuckle leave his lips as his arms squeezed against your stomach, his hips rising slightly to grind against your ass. 

Another whine leaves your lips as you desperately squeeze at your crotch again, feeling it get slightly wetter. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to fight off another spurt. 

And isn’t Gamzee just happy as a clam dude

His eyes seemed to be glued to your crotch. He strains his neck to look further over your shoulder from behind you to see the wetness that’s now stained your pants, but your pesky hands were in the way. He was not a fan of that.

‘c’mOn, PuP, Get tHOsE nAstY NubBINs AwAy FRom ThE goOds AnD lEt A gOOd OlE moTherFucKErfuCkEr gET A goOd OLe lOok.’

 You whine and ignore his pleas and squeeze tighter, feeling your bulge start to squirm around in your pants. Fuck, why was it choosing to be active now?! You flushed harder as Gamzee squeezed your waist again.

‘ShhHh, C’moOoOOn, lET gO, iT’lL FeEL SoOOo GoOd. iT’s WhAt mOthErFUckInG BaRKBEAsTs Do, I Won’T jUdgE. JuSt YoUR InSTincTs, MAn.’ 

His hands go to reach for your own, gently pulling them away from your wet crotch. You felt the wetness well in your eyes as you tried to push back the shame. Gamzee, seemingly not bothered by any of your tears, maneuvers both your wrists into one hand, while the other comes to push down on your midsection.

You whimper and cry as you start to piss yourself, the shame eating you alive. It felt good, it felt so good, but this was a humiliation you’d never forget. Pissing yourself while sitting on your flush crush wasn't exactly something you ever planned on doing.

Gamzee chuckles behind you as he watches your pants get wetter and wetter, feeling the wetness seep onto his own pants. 

And maybe he shooshes you and paps you better while pressing kisses into your temple, reassuring you that everything is okay, you’re just following what your little dumb dog brain told you to do 

okay post OVER!!!!

you know the drill, not proofread or edited blah blah blah

[jamnsketch]

halo-bearer

[halsins]

COMFORT HALSIN, COMFORT HALSIN. HALSIN WHO EXISTS FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU, TO SOOTHE THE ACHES THAT HAUNT YOUR BONES. TO BE A PLACE OF REST WHEN THE WORLD GROWS SHARP... !!! WHEN IT CUTS DEEP. TO STROKE YOUR HAIR, TO LULL YOU INTO A QUIET SLEEP. HANDS THAT HEAL. HANDS THAT HOLD. HANDS THAT NEVER LET GO... !! (My love!!)

[satellitespinner]

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i don’t believe i should have to turn off anon asks because people are sending me rape threats and calling me out my name like im not a human with emotions. There are people who wanna use that tool to be kind, and spread positivity without being put in the spotlight. and thats FAIR.

if you think that things like that dont effect peoples emotions youre sadly mistaken, and might need to take a walk outside. im aware ive made mistakes in the past but thats long over now and it has been acknowledged many times.

you can block me, unfollow me, and even ignore me, but stop with the unnecessary insults. its getting rather ridiculous.

and for the record, if youre gonna make empty threats, do it w ur chest 😂

thanks gn.

[daily-will-wood-lyrics]

dang it's been a hot minute aha.. posts will be back now i prommy

[themossyboulder]

SUGAR DADDY HEADCANONS - THE 141

What it says on the tin. Just some rambling thoughts I had in the totally probable event we ever found ourselves in a sugar daddy situation with the guys. Soap is from @50cal-fullauto-astarion (hi Rags it was so fun thinking about these with you al;sdkf;skld) because that man escapes my brain, I can't make sense of him.

No one read this, THIS IS SO DUMB OK, it's just some half complete brainworms from awhile back. I found this while organizing my wip folders, COMPLETELY forgot I wrote this. So I'm posting it here.

Brief 18+ NSFW content under the cut - MDNI

PRICE

I feel like Price might stumble into this. Maybe he's had a frustrating mission, and is looking for quick and dirty companionship, something he doesn't normally do. THE MAN JUST WANTS TO FUCK. After, you ask if he wants to hook up again, unfortunately he is only home for a few days. You let him know he can hit you up when he's back in town if he likes (you figure you'll never see him again).

HOWEVER he does take you up on it. You're caught off guard, you just thought it was a one night stand. You joke you'll only meet up if he pays you a days wage, and you'll call in sick. To your surprise, Price agrees, and you both continue this setup.

At first you're enthusiastic about this, you've made moderate success in your corpo office job, but are BORED TO TEARS. Feels like an arrangement with a dashing captain will give you enough excitement to prevent you from having the urge to strangle your coworkers.

Eventually Price gets the idea to formalize this. Asks if you wouldn't mind continuing this arrangement whenever's he's back home. He doesn't expect you to stay exclusive while he's on deployment. He would secretly prefer it, if he was being honest, but he knows that wouldn't be fair. Also feels a bit of guilt in asking you to be exclusive when you're not actually in a relationship.

At first, he's very transactional. Such as sending you the money that covers the time you would need to take off work (regardless of your sick/vacay pay you're receiving), it grows to helping with surprise bills, sending you money to treat yourself, etc.

As much as this starts as a desire for an uncomplicated fuck every few months, (and you have no qualms about receiving a stipend to be fucked into your mattress, bent over the kitchen counter, or across most furniture in your place whenever he's in town) BUT;

He starts to make requests for this to be an emotional hook up as well. To act like a couple, even if it's as simple as staying in to watch a movie.

Eventually, he can't help it, he tries hinting that he'd like the arrangement to be exclusive, which leaves you confused on why you don't just attempt an actual relationship.

GHOST

I have a very specific vision for this hc, but you are in video game design, like an asset artist or something. I just have this vision of you meeting Ghost at a pub, it both kills you to engage in small talk, but you do it anyways in case the other one is expecting it. Maybe you say something offhand like you design digital guns for a living, Ghost makes some cornball comment like, Yeah? I fire guns for a living. You share some terrible jokes, and can't help but stick around to share a smoke and suck him off behind the pub or something.

i also think if you ever show him what you're working on, Ghost would be super critical of the design, the little shit

Maybe at some point the conversation leads to you saying you're not with anyone, and don't have time for a relationship. Ghost bluntly asks if you'd like to be in an arrangement instead. For x amount of money each month, would you be willing to hook up discretely, no questions asked, the mask stays on.

You're unsure, but you've agreed to weirder stuff in the past for an interesting fuck. You take some time to think about it, but eventually agree.

You like hanging around with him and especially when it's simply the both of you sitting in silence, sharing a cigarette, him watching you work, and making mildly curious comments about whatever you're designing.

Unfortunately the majority of your contact with him is him showing up at random parts of the year for a rough fuck, some niceties exchanged, and then he's gone.

I think Ghost would be very practical/straightforward about the arrangement (i also hc Ghost being a little aromantic - maybe demiromantic), and this really appeals to him (ALSO DISCLAIMER/REMINDER this does not imply aromantic people can't have normal/fulfilling relationships etc etc), it's just practical for his current needs especially with not having time or inclination to build up meaningful relationships while off duty.

GAZ

After the umpteenth time of returning home and being pestered and lectured about settling down, having kids, etc, Gaz storms out of the family home to clear his head. The family means well, but he can't stomach the conversations this time around.

He runs into you, a childhood friend, and you walk around town, venting and commiserating. You about being the only single person left in town, and no one to share rent with. Gaz comes up with an idea, it starts as a bit of a joke, but quickly becomes serious.

You agree to fake date, and in exchange for you inevitably doing the legwork of this performance while he's gone, he agrees to pitch in with some bills.

Eventually you realize you could probably get approved for the house you've had your eyes on with his help. You'd be responsible for all finances of course, you just need a leg up with his credit score/bank account and name.

Everyone just gushes how you are meant for each other, commenting on how they all knew it was going to happen. You play it up, but remain friends. He eventually starts paying the majority of your monthly bills. Eventually listing this as his home address, moving from his old flat. Stays in guest bedroom at first.

Slowly you end up sharing bed. Sometimes it's just for the comfort of having someone near, sometimes its for sex. It's all very grounding, but it never really moves from fwb. Despite the arrangement, the progression feels very natural and organic.

After a bit, family starts pestering about marriage and kids, which does start putting pressure on you that you can't ignore. Do you call it off, do you roleplay an amicable break up? Anxiety creeps in as you realize without his support you can't afford this place. BUT MORE importantly (BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY I AM A ROMANTIC), you've fallen for him bad. You're a goner. Despite insistence you are only friends, you are madly in love with him, and start figuring out ways to tell him.

SOAP

I'm not going to lie, I could not figure him out for this one, so the majority of this is from Rags. Probably 99% of it.

But Soap is so wild and casual about it, it takes you a bit to realize, well fuck, I've found myself a sugar daddy. You can barely even call it an arrangement. I don't think either of you even think of it that way.

First time you meet is at a pub. He's there because a football match is on, he’s going FULL hooligan. Sees you and thinks you’re pretty, buys you drinks for the rest of the night and street food after and then pays for your cab, just smoothly as fuck gets his number in your phone.

Second you text him, that’s when it starts. He’s just constantly spoiling the shit out of you, he’s basically just looking for a good time and easy fun and you fit that bill perfectly.

Neither of you expect too much of the other, it’s just whenever you’re both in town, and it is AMAZING to let off steam with him and fuck and goof off. Doesn't hurt that he's the best fuck you've had for miles.

It's always a wild time when he's in town, him dragging you off to the pub for a rowdy night, maybe to a carnival, camping, or a damned hunting trip. This man seems incapable of turning down an invite from friends and loves to drag you on for the ride, always paying your way.

And even though this is no strings attached he always ALWAYS calls you my girl. How’s my girl doing. Cannae have my girl running around on an empty tank. Am always looking to steal a couple hours with my girl

Everyone just starts assuming you are together in a long-term relationship and it really starts blurring the lines, still the two of you are just as happy to fuck around and have fun.

[v2aattemptsart]

Drew this to cope while watching the election despite the fact I have classes early tomorrow and it's currently 4:30 am

Basically how this scene went:

Scene is from chp. 36 of @tunafishprincess 's amazing fic Blue Moon Rising

It's one of my all time favorite ToA fics so you should definitely give it a read if it's something you're interested in lol

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[everyandanything]

iekjw,ed;fclk headcanon for the Born a Grease storyline after Darry got jumped, Soda started locking the front door. Darry's high school friends knew where they lived and it was too dangerous. All the gang understood and just learned to knock (or sleep in the lot). Darry never found out. - 🍦

Wait omg yes you’re so real for this. Apologies in advanced but I’m going to be yapping about this for a minute because I love this thought

Soda had never felt unsafe in his own home before Darry got jumped, but in the weeks that followed, he found himself lying awake half the night worrying about what lurked in the shadows. 

It’d never been a problem before because there had always been someone around to protect him; when he was a kid he had his parents, and after they died, well, he still had Darry. But seeing his brother get jumped reminded Soda that no matter how many times they said it, his brother wasn’t Superman, not really. And as much as he hated to admit it, it had shaken his faith to see his once invincible brother so thoroughly beaten down, even if it wasn’t a fair fight.

The only thing that seemed to soothe his worries was locking the doors. He was embarrassed to do it at first. They’d never had a problem before keeping them unlocked, and the rational part of him knew they probably wouldn’t have one now. But that didn’t matter. All Soda could imagine as he lay awake at night was Darry’s friends coming back for another round. They knew where Darry lived, right? What if they decided they weren’t finished? What if they decided they wanted to take away the last line of defense Soda had left in this world? They’d nearly killed him before, what was stopping them from doing it now? 

So after he was sure everyone was asleep, he’d sneak down the hall and turn the deadbolt, the soft click in the night soothing his worries, then he’d get up early in the morning to unlock them again before Darry left. It wasn’t perfect, and Soda couldn’t keep it secret forever, but for the first time in weeks, he could at least get a few hours of sleep. 

Soda didn't even think to mention it to the guys, and if he was honest, he didn’t want to, but then Two-Bit came over one night after he’d had a bit too much to drink and started pounding on the door, unable in his drunken haze to understand why the Curtis’s front door no longer worked. He made enough racket to wake the whole damn neighborhood, and Soda realized his mistake.

By some miracle, Darry didn’t wake up, but Soda nearly ripped Two-Bit’s head off when he dragged him inside.

The next morning when Soda came tiptoeing down the hall to unlock the door, he was met with Two-Bit sitting up on the couch, sober, if perhaps a little hungover, giving Soda a worried look.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Soda laughed, but it didn’t sound quite right. “Ain’t nothing, man, the neighborhood’s just been rowdy lately, you know?”

Two-Bit’s expression softened, and he said quietly, “Soda, what’s going on?”

Soda didn’t know what it was about that moment, maybe it was the gentle look in his friend’s eye, maybe the words were just simpler to say in the mist of the early morning, or maybe Soda was just so damn tired of keeping it all in, but he found all his fears and worries of the past month spilling out of him; worrying about Darry, worrying his friends would come and finish the job, worrying that if they did, there was nothing Soda could do to stop it.

Somewhere along the way Two-Bit got up and pulled Soda over to the couch, and when finally he ran out of words, Soda apologized.

Two-Bit gave him a bewildered look. “What the hell are you sorry for?”

“I know this is where you guys crash, maybe we can figure some sort of system out or something. Like you could come knock on my window instead! Well actually, that won’t work either, I don’t want to wake Pony up. We could—”

But Two-Bit shook his head before Soda could spiral further, “Don’t worry about us man, we’ll figure something out.”

“But–” 

“I’m serious Soda, it ain’t nothing.”

A few days rolled by and Two-Bit came back with Soda’s house key plus two copies he’d had made (never mind that Soda didn’t even know they had a house key). When Soda gave him a confused look, Two-Bit shrugged and said, “For me and Steve. We can still get in, you can keep the door locked. It’s a win win.”

Soda stared at the keys in his hand, touched by the gesture, but unsure how to say it. “What about the rest of the hood? Hell, Curly Shepard slept on the couch for a month straight a while back. Where will they go?”

Two-Bit waved him off, “They know the deal, don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t want it to be a problem for anyone,” Soda said.

Two-Bit gave him a look so serious Soda didn’t know what to do with it, not from his friend who was usually quick to a smile and had enough jokes to fill a phone book. “I’m telling you, Soda, it ain’t a problem. You gotta look after your brother. Everyone else can figure it out.”

Soda paused, another thought worrying him. “If Darry ever finds out–”

Two-Bit rolled his eyes and gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “He won’t. Will ya get it through that thick head of yours? Me and Steve got it covered.”

Soda looked at the front door, then at the keys still in Two-Bit’s hand. After a moment he nodded. For the first time in weeks, he felt something settle. Maybe they could make it through this with his friends’ help, he thought. Maybe, eventually, they’d be okay again.