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indulgentdaydream · 3 months

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BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE

what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT

And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear

Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.

Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t

M.I.A

Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758

Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.

Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.

It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.

He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.

All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.

Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.

He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.

Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.

He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.

His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.

You aren’t in bed.

He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.

The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.

Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.

Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.

He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.

You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.

“Want a glass, too?”

Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.

He just wants you back in bed with him.

He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.

You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"

He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.

Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.

Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.

You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.

He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.

Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."

Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.

You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.

Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.

Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic #dc #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood #jason todd x you #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x reader #red hood x you #cw gun mention #dc x reader #dc fic #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd x male!reader #jason todd x gn!reader

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fudgecake-charlie · 4 months

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"They think I’m the least dangerous person in this car, do they? Well, they’re about to learn very differently."

Decided to redraw a moment from On the Getaway Mile by Odaigahara on AO3/ @droidofmay !

This may have taken a ridiculous amount of hours condensed into a few days and I went through it drawing cars and car interiors, but this was an absolute blast to do :D I hope I've done the fic sort of justice.

Process shots and long comparison rambles under the cut!

Welcome to my secret lair!!

I spent roughly... 18 hours working on this, the majority during this week and over the past three days, so I need to share my toils with people <3

Character/car references and page thumbnails! Featuring an incorrect scene placement and bad camera position. I reread the scene and placed it properly in the actual page. I hate drawing cars!! I was actually the most worried about panel placement when I started this— I was a guy who only did non narrative/illustrative panel pages and layout-less comics, but it wasn't that bad with a script! I could separate beats into panels, note which panels should be emphasised/larger, and assembled that into a page.

If you compare the fic with this comic, you can see how much dialogue I edited and moments I cut out. I couldn't fit it all on without having to draw even more pages, I wish I could though! Poor Mumbo only gets one line here. I'm so sorry my darling man <3 I also gave him a slight cyborg design because his implants are really important for his character and I needed some way to visually show that, even if it's not canon/mentioned.

The colouring method for this was really fun! It's similar to my aggie rainbow painting method but with less steps, hence narrow value range. It looks pretty and gets the vibe across well though.

Rapid fire points!

I was planning to do 3 different fic comics! Not anymore!!!

This is absolutely for the hotguy comic zine applications. <3 "Can I try rizzing you up // PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" /ref

I drew page 2 first, then 3, then 1. I think you can tell!

Mumbo is sitting on the wrong side and should have his seatbelt on. He's also not carrying the stolen laptop as described.

It's explicitly noted that Mumbo cannot scan Grian like he can with Scar. Whoops!

Transmissions from the Foundation are via Mumbo and Scar's implants, but I couldn't think of a good way to portray that.

Despite guns and weapons being mentioned, I somehow didn't get the opportunity to draw a single one.

I love hand lettering. I also hate it! I will continue to do it.

Here are the no colour pages as a thank you for scrolling <3

#goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #superhero au #I don't know what the typical cw tags are for no casualty car incidents but let me know and I'll tag it #same with the hostage mentions #cw gun mention #art out the oven #[scheduled]#with all my heart pls reblog if you can bcs i spent so long on this 🥺

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shyjusticewarrior · 26 days

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[Jason and Tim training after Jason got his fear failsafe]

Jason: You're holding back.

Tim: That's what sparring is, Jason.

Jason: When I sparred with Signal he pointed my gun at me.

Duke: It's true.

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ao3-crack · 1 year

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#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #himbos w guns babyy #cw gun mention #tw gun mention

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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months

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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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p0pp3t · 1 year

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#‘shades are intangible’ to YOU maybe.#lasko moore has a gun now and he’s about to fuck some shit up #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted inversion #lasko moore #cw gun mention #tw gun mention

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rottenpumpkin13 · 28 days

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Chadley terrorizing AGSZ (Duolingo style) for battle intels. How are their reactions toward the boy?

*Sephiroth takes the stairs for once, trying to avoid Chadley, but is unsuccessful*

Chadley: Give battle Intel or be pushed down the stairwell.

Sephiroth:

Chadley:

Sephiroth: You're not actually serious, are you?

*Chadley promptly pushes him down the stairs*

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*Genesis is asleep in the break room when suddenly there's a face 1 inch away from his*

Genesis: ACK!

Chadley: Information or suffocation.

Genesis: What? What does—

*Chadley suffocates him with a couch cushion*

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*Angeal is coming out of the training room, chadley is waiting for him*

Chadley: Provide statistics or receive sickness.

Angeal: How am I going to receive sickness? You're a cyborg, you can't pass on any illness to me.

*Chadley blows a handful of black pepper in his face*

*Angeal falls to the ground, hacking, coughing, eyes watering*

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*Chadley stops Zack when he's coming back from an assignment*

Zack: Hey buddy!

Chadley: Help with research or have your funeral in a church.

Zack: What does that mean—PUT THE GUN DOWN WHAT THE FUCK

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #crisis core #chadley ff7 #cw gun mention

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catcze · 7 months

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wild wild west wrio has been eating at my brain all day. like, imagine western outlaw reader and SHERIFF WRIO. the amount of tension between these two is palpable. it’s a game of cat mouse. BUT A SEXY GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE.

OHOHOHOOH MY GODBN

Oaky,. my. figners are fucking not workingbc i got so goddamn excited at the vision you've given me AAAA

「 CWS : 」 Mention of guns !

literally aughhh i can just imagine a reader who is morally grey, kinda chaotic neutral, who does lots and lots of wild stuff just for the fun of it. And who always makes absolutely sure that the things they do are close enough to the town where Wriothesley is the sheriff, so that it's always his duty to respond first and try to apprehend them.

Reader doesn't do anything inherently bad— they just do things that they want. It just so happens these things are typically outside of the law. Oh, there's a group of bandits around these parts that are terrorizing would-be travellers? Sounds like some target practice. Oh? There are rumors of someone killing some sweet old man's cows? Can't have that, that's dastardly— even for you. Bang bang bang!

And Wriothesley is always the one who has to clean up your mess. And you're always there to meet him, too. It's like you're just asking to get caught. (You are.)

You never resist when he slaps the cuffs on your wrists, though he always blushes whenever you wink and giggle at him. When he seats you on his horse to bring you back to the sheriff's office and jail you, he can't bring himself to try and push you away when you lean back into him. If he leans a little forward into you too, that's only for him to know.

And, in the night, when you somehow alway manage to slip out of your jail cell, Wriothesley pretends that he's fast asleep when you kiss his cheek and promise to see him again soon.

Side note but my GOD I'm imagining a wild west style Wriothesley and I'm going whole ass insane anon. Thank you for your contributions to making me lose my mind over this man.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #cw gun mention #Wriothesley #genshin impact

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12davs21 · 10 months

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#tangotek #tangotek fanart #zedaph #zedaph fanart #cw gun mention #cw weed mention #davsart

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fellshish · 8 months

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Aziraphale eagerly eats crowley’s meat. He watches crowley grow big. He lets crowley shoot his gun in his face. Mini episode spoilers

#good omens spoilers #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #cw gun mention

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sarcasticmothdraws · 2 years

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gun.

#cw gun mention #homestuck #dave strider #alpha bro strider #CANDY BRO STRIDER #trickster mode

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shyjusticewarrior · 5 months

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lover-of-skellies · 4 months

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Lust: Hey, you wanna take a shower with me?

Red: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I've obviously gone crazy

#incorrect quotes #undertale #undertale au #underlust #underlust au #underlust sans #lust sans #underfell #underfell au #underfell sans #fell sans #red sans #tw gun mention #cw gun mention #just in case

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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no thoughts,, just,, the pc finally paying all the debt that they owe bailey so they demanded him to finally let them go but,, bailey just,, can’t,, they can’t handle the thought of them leaving the orphanage,, leaving HIM,, so they just make up some bullshit excuse as a desperate attempt to make them stay,, the pc immediately saw right through him though and just,, blew up,, what is it this time?? what other shit are they gonna be forced to do just to be set free?? why can’t he just let them go?? BONUS POINTS IF THE SIDE PLOT IS THE LAST BAILEY FICLET U WROTE WHERE THE PC JUST USES BAILEY FOR SEX JDNWHJSJSJSJSJHWJSJWJ 😼😼

eheh so

[part 1] [part 2]

(gn Reader, you/you; amab Bailey, he/him; noncon; incredibly brief gun mention; aaaaaaangst; penetration, reader receiving; collaring)

Words: ~1.1k

"Here."

Bailey doesn't look up as you hold out an envelope, this week's "rent" tucked safely inside. He doesn't see you roll your eyes dramatically as he continues to work on his computer, slowly yet steadily typing away, but he doesn’t need to. Not really. He knows you by now, more than he's really willing to admit.

You huff a small laugh, letting the door shut with a soft click as you take confident slides across the room. Unafraid. Makes his blood boil. Makes his jaw tense, his fingers twitch. You haven’t been afraid of him for far too long, since before the first time you took his cock. Of course not, not when you’ve just used him for a good lay. People don’t tend to fear their toys. Maybe mock shudder at the size, gasp about the thickness, mark out the length on their arm. But fear them? No. No, people don’t fear their toys, and that’s what you've been using Bailey as this whole time. A toy.

That would change today.

He’d make sure of it.

You toss the envelope on his desk, laughing as you slide between your caretaker and his work. Laughing at how he lets you. It’s with a practiced ease that you straddle him, arms draping over strong shoulders and a hand coming up to thread through dark locks. It feels nice, having you close, body pressed to his, nails scratching his scalp. Still, Bailey sneers as you block his computer from view, scarred hands falling to rest on your hips as their place at the keyboard becomes useless.

“Pouting?” you coo, laughing again when his only response is to give your hips a harsh squeeze. "Big bad Bailey, upset that his favorite is leaving? Mopey you won't get a nice fuck every now and then?” Teasingly, you rock your hips forward, pressing against the growing bulge in Bailey’s trousers. There’s a spark in your eyes, an infuriating grin on your lips as you delight in his body’s reactions to yours. “Want one last fuck before I leave the shit hole forever, hm?”

He ignores the twinge in his chest at your words, instead meeting your mirth-filled gaze with a deadpan stare. "I don't have favorites-"

"Course not," you butt in with another soft laugh.

"And you're not leaving."

Your laugh dies, body going stiff in Bailey's lap. "What?"

Squirming gets you nowhere, Bailey is more than ready for your reaction, his grip on your hips bound to bruise as he keeps you firmly in place. The bruises on your hips might even match the ones you’re giving him, fingers digging into his forearms.

“This is my last payment,” you snarl, all the light-hearted teasing long gone as you keep trying to put space between you and your caretaker to no avail. The only thing you achieve is to unintentionally grind against Bailey’s cock in your struggles.

“You still owe me.”

You freeze, fury burning bright in your eyes as you look at him. “That’s bullshit,” you all but spit. “I’ve paid your fucked up ‘debt’ back, I owe you nothing.”

There’s a beat of silence as you and Bailey stare each other down. Maybe you realize it then, that Bailey won’t let you go, that he can’t. Maybe from the way his pupils have blown wide, maybe from the tilt of his jaw, maybe from the way he hasn’t done anything to hurt you besides keep an iron grip on you. Maybe from the way his cock is still hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers.

It doesn’t matter, really.

With a half-strangled shriek, your hands wrap around his throat. That’s all he needs for him to justify slamming you back onto his desk, one hand keeping your wrists pinned so you can’t claw at his face, the other ripping away your clothing so he can show you where you belong. You want to tease him? String him along for months? Use him? Fine, he dealt with that, he dealt with the tightness in his chest and the long nights where he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering to you. He made plans and fuck if he wasn’t going to follow through on them.

You’re yelling, swearing, thrashing in his grip. But that doesn’t matter. It doesn't. Not when your insults turn to pleas or when your screams turn to sobs. It doesn’t matter. Bailey tugs down his trousers just enough to free his aching erection from the confines of his pants. It’s then that tears spring to your eyes as you feel the fat head of his cock press against your entrance, an act that makes something in his chest twinge even while it makes his cock twitch. Both are equally concerning if he were to be honest with himself, which he isn’t. Instead he ignores both, pressing into you with no prep, delicious friction almost painful.

It’s as he bottoms out, sharp hip bones pressed flush against you, that you go limp, fight dying out in you as Bailey sets up his customary brutal pace. Normally something like this would have you squealing, singing his praises with your ankles locked behind his back and any snarled demand for you to shut it only making you clench around him harder.

Not this time. Of course not, he knew what he was doing. Still, the way you just lay across his desk, taking it, eyes glassy with unshed tears and focused on some point behind him makes him want to get your attention. Fully.

The hand not keeping your wrists pinned grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t look away.”

“I hate you.”

If something cracks in Bailey’s chest at those words, he doesn’t show it. “I know.”

You don’t say anything else, don’t do anything else, silently fighting back tears of pain and frustration, enduring Bailey’s treatment of you until he cums with a soft grunt.

He keeps himself pressed against you as he cums, painting your insides with his seed.

Marking you, he thinks dimly, before shaking the thought from his head.

You lay there, motionless on his desk as he keeps you pinned.

Perfect.

Without looking, he pulls open the top drawer on his desk. Normally he’d have it locked, his gun tucked securely inside. Not today, though. Not when he knew you’d be stopping by to give your “last” payment. Before you get the chance to try squirming away again, his hands are around your throat, snuggly securing a shock collar in place.

Your hands fly to the metal, attempting to tug it off, but it’s already too late.

“See,” he says with a sneer, “you’re not leaving.”

#bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw gun mention #cw gun mention

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i-3at-s0ap · 3 months

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I think if I showed my hair dresser Gerard Keay fanart as hair inspo she would simply take me out back and shoot me

#Gerard keay #tw shooting #cw gun mention #tw gun mention #gun mention #shooting mention #tw shooting mention #tma #the magnus archives #gerry keay

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quintessential-candles · 1 month

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(SLAMMING HAND ON THE TABLE)

SHOOT ME IN THE FOREHEAD RIGHT NOW.

#Candles reads mpreg #cw guns #cw gun mention #tw gun #tw gun mention #I HATE THIS #NO. NO TWINS.#KILLIMG MYSELF #KILLING*#/j

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