OCD Is One Of Those Mental Illnesses That People Show Support For Until They Learn About What Fucked

Do I really like men or do I like men written by women? Everytime I see that on tiktok I think of you ahaha

It’s fascinating to compare male sex/romantic fantasy in literature vs female. I think it was someone on twitter that said, men objectify women and women personify men and it’s so true.

Female writers are like: a man with complex feelings and a tragic past who perceived me as a person and enjoys giving oral sex because he values my pleasure as much as his own. And male writers are like: she was a bodaciously bodied woman whose breasts rose up to greet me like two cocker spaniels. Did she have thoughts? I do not imagine so, but I did not care for I was hypnotized by the lurid thickness of her eyelashes and her Amazonian thighs.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

SHADOW AND BONE (2021) | 1.07: The Unsea EUPHORIA (2022) | 2.08: All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned for a Thing I Cannot Name

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- ̗̀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓  ̖́-

𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 @dear-yandere 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!!

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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𝙰 — 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗱𝗮𝘆?

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𝙱 — 𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙾𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚂

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁?

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𝙲 — 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁?

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𝙳 — 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝙴 — 𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂𝙴

𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀?

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𝙵 — 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?

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𝙶 — 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚂

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?

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𝙷 — 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲?

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𝙸 — 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙰𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝙹 — 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺-𝙸𝙽-𝚃𝙷𝙴-𝙱𝙾𝚇

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝙺 — 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙾𝚄𝚃

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲?

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𝙻 — 𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀? 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲?

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𝙼 — 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲?

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𝙽 — 𝙽𝚄𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝙾 — 𝙾𝙰𝚂𝙸𝚂

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝙿 — 𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?

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𝚀 — 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?

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𝚁 — 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚂 — 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚃 — 𝚃𝙴𝙳𝙳𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚄 — 𝚄𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙰

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆?

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𝚅 — 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚆 — 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚇 — 𝚇𝚈𝙻𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚈 — 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴?

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𝚉 — 𝚉𝙴𝚁𝙾

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁?

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I’m so sorry, once more, with feeling, then I’m done— Yan!Din Djarin HCs, but focusing on when she finally gives in, and decides to try to love Din. Kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him when he hugs her, initiating affection herself, etc.

How many kids do they end up having after she’s finally in love? 🙈

No need to apologize! 🤬 I love these, it makes me feel validated 🤧

Hmmmm. It definitely started off slow. You didn’t want anything to do with him after you were initially taken. Purposely avoiding him in such a small space was not an easy feat, but once you started getting sick all of the sudden? It all started going downhill.

As always he watched from afar. Making sure that you realized on your own. He didn’t dare get close to you, instead he sent the kid as a peace offering.

Initially, very miffed that the man sent his own kid to do his dirty work, you ignored him, often allowing him to walk up in your space and waddle around. He brought some smiles to your face on occasions. He made things seem less darker than how they really were.

Mando acted (poorly, you thought) as if the child came up to you despite his ‘scoldings’. It was only a ploy to have an excuse to be close to you without your obvious hostility.

As you came to terms with your predicament, you grew tired. You were starting to feel lonely. You would let him touch you, kiss you, embrace you, but you never responded back.

He realized after a long while that you only reciprocated his touches during sex. Always being constantly turned on due to hormones (you assumed) was bound to make anyone crazy. He took what he could and he really took it good. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t have a day in which you didn’t have his cum leaking from you.

He relishes in the moments where you would grab onto him as he thrusted into you from behind. He relished in the way you would lead his hand down your panties and fuck yourself against him, the way you twitched and moaned when his mouth wrapped around your sore and swollen nipples.

One time he embraced you in your sleep. His chest was against your back and he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You shifted in your sleep and he froze momentarily. He immediately tightened his hold as you started to move.

He was expecting you to break out of his caging arms. You found him suffocating and you always tried to push him away, despite never reaching your goal. He tries to kiss away your scowl of disgust every time. You would stay still when you got tired of fighting against him.

This time though, you just turned to face him. Your eyes were half lidded and looking up into his. Your hand lazily came up to his cheek and your fingertips started caressing along his jaw, his nose, his brows and finally along his eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed as you lightly tapped his eyelids. He let out a heavy exhale through his slightly parted mouth. You’re hand fell to his hip and you shuffled closer, curling your head in the nape of his neck.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled demandingly against his skin. You woke up in the middle of the night, holding each other so closely, to the point where your legs were entangled. You changed positions quickly after, facing away from him and on the edge of the mattress. He managed to pull you up against him in his sleep and you sighed in defeat.

You would let him do things to you, on occasion sharing a kiss or a hug out of human necessity. He knew that your touches didn’t come out of love it was out of habit.

By the time you were pregnant the second time, despite your hopes that his many attempts to impregnate you wouldn’t take, you had managed to become downright affectionate towards him. Especially when finding out you were with twins.

You decided that things would be better if you cooperated fully. You started to feel something for him as the first baby djarin was born. His touch was so gentle with her, you could see the deep love he held for his children, making you realize that, that was the same look he gave you when you did something mundane, as you fixed up an astromech, as you feed your child mashed fruits or even just laying in bed, half dazed and delirious with left over pleasure.

He sits down with a heavy sigh. He turns to see you sound asleep, still swollen in the belly with his children. He smiled weakly as your chest rises and falls with every breath, the pendant still in between your breasts and glinting in the small candle flicking on the small table beside the bed.

He winces as he released the armor from his flight suit a little too harshly, causing it to fall to the ground in a loud clang.

You stir awake, cradling your bump, which was straining against the shirt you’ve borrowed from Din’s closet ever since he took the week long job. You sat up unsteadily, still half asleep.

He curses softly under his breath.

“Go back to sleep you need your rest-“

You cut him off before he could continue, placing your lips on his. He’s astounded by the way you deepen the kiss and especially by the way you pushed your hands into his locks so desperately.

Letting go of his face you maneuvered yourself behind him. You held him close to you, leaning the back of his head to rest on the curve of your breast.

“I feel like… I could try… for the children. For us.”

The two words echoed against his skull. For us.

You rested your cheek against his hair and sighed shakily. Your hands rubbed against his chest soothingly, feeling the ripple and curves of muscle and skin. You feel him shiver against you and start to tremble.

You looked down at him in concern, finding that tears were starting to run down his face. You kiss his cheek in reassurance and he grasps your hand in his.

It’s been two years. He was willing to wait more for you to be ready to fully accept him, but two years was a long time.

The days pass. He still gets chills whenever he feels your hands on his body. Wrapping them around him as he cooks something over the stovetop. Randomly coming up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He especially gets chills when your start to beg him for more. At first you told him, very clearly, that after the twins were born, you two were done procreating. He agreed despite the downright displeased look on his face.

He even took you to the nearby village’s doctor. But he saw the way you stared at pregnant women as they walked by in the markets, with a sense of longing. The way he can see your brain turn to mush as you saw a newborn baby.

He saw your yearning to be bred, he heard it. Especially as he whispered huskily into your ear about how he wishes to see you swollen again, to have others see who you belonged to.

“Why do you say these things?”, you groan as you cover your face in embarrassment. You have never cum as fast as you did by his words, as hard as you did by his implications.

“They’re just words, mesh’la.” He grins against your shoulder.

“Unless… your liked it so much you might want to… y’know.” He waited for your response. You didn’t say anything for a while, just tracing over the letters on his chest written in Mando’a. As each of your children were born he added their initials accordingly.

“We don’t have the resources.”

“We can always renovate the house, I’m sure the village will be more than happy to help.”

“We can barely handle four right now, including a magic, wizard baby. It’s like you forget about his tantrums-“

“We’ll get a nanny droid. Your very good with repairing them.”

You huff.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled. He chuckled at your pout.

A month later you found out you were pregnant once again.

He doesn’t tell you even after you’ve had two more kids together (in result of a ‘malfunction’ in the device he disabled on your neck, which was marketed as the safest possible birth control option), that he was able to bribe (threaten) the doctor to deactivate it and ensure that you wouldn’t know a thing about it.

It seemed like with each baby, each vulnerable moment, you wanted him more, you loved him more. But you most definitely did not love him as much as he loved you.

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Requests open! Feel free to share your thoughts and your own headcanons along with some requests ofc.

I saw your request's where open , how about yandere leon Kennedy or someone from ff7, NSFW if you're comfortable with it. Only if you want to tough💖💖💖💖

Love your Reno fic

Awwwww thank you that’s very nice! Sorry if this took to long or not very well written. I tried

Warnings as always are the same

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The lock of the door clicked open as Leon walked into his dark apartment. Staring down the hallway as he shut and relocked the multiple locks on the door, the agent saw a blanket covered lump on the couch that faced the tv. Leon placed his keys on the key hook, took off his shoes, then walked over to the couch, sitting down beside the lump, "Have you been sitting here since I left this morning, Dearest?", he reached out his arm, going to pull the blanket off of their head, only for you to flinch away, not wanting to be touch. He sighed as he stood up, not wanted to fight his darling after a long day at the office.

Leon stood in the lit up kitchen, looking in the cabinet and fridge, "Is there anything you want for dinner, (Name)?", knowing he wasn’t going to get a response, the agent shut the door then turned around. Only to find his Dearest, standing in the archway of the kitchen, still dressed in their pajamas, staring at him with blank, dead like eyes. Leon held out his right hand, an awful feeling going through his body, "(Name)? You okay, is something wrong?", then he saw it. In their hand was a thin small box cutter. Leon glanced at it then back at their face, "Dearest, where did you get that? How about you give that here, huh?", he toed his way slowly over towards them, "You don't need that."

Just as he got close enough to touch their wrist, (Name) swung the box cutter at him. Leon's trained reflexes kicked in and he grabbed their wrist, stopping them from taking his eye out. He twisted their wrist, making them drop their weapon with a cry of pain that hurt his heart. The agent picked up his struggling partner and carried them to their bedroom, Leon's partner struggling and yelling the entire time, "I hate you! I hate you! I. Hate. You!"

He sighed, placing them on the bed. Before they could do anything, he took two pairs of softly padded cuffs and cuffed each of their wrists to one side of the headboard. Leon sat down beside his Dearest and rubbed his knuckles against their cheek. Quickly moving away as (Name) snapped and gnashed their teeth near his hand, "Maybe an hour of two locked in here will calm you down.", they kicked and screamed as he stood up and left, closing the door behind them.