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mockerycrow · 6 months

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okay, so something unsettling. with ghost x gn! reader. “don’t worry, it’s not my blood”. maybe you are ghost’s civilian friend in an abusive relationship and one day it reaches a point when you’re so scared you lock yourself in the bathroom while your s/o is raging outside the door, banging on it and threatening you. you manage to call simon and ask him to come get you. the result is, well, blood that is not his. 👁️👁️

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JUSTICE (Ghost x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; HUGE warning for abuse and reactions to abuse (I had to take a break writing a part of this), murder, blood + gore + injury, major hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic.]

BEING ON LEAVE means Simon needs to restock his fridge and cabinets with enough food for a couple of days. Leaning against the bar of the shopping cart as he turns over the box of tea in his hands. He grumbles since he’s having to buy a new brand of his favorite tea, figuring out that his favorite company discontinued that line. Simon lets out a huff of defeat before tossing the box into the cart and he begins to roll his cart to the self check-out.

Simon bags his items up into his reusable bags and hauls them out to his car, putting a bag down to dig around for his keys. He finds them and unlocks the back, putting his bags in—and then his phone begins to ring. His eyebrows furrow a bit as he takes his cell phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows raising as he shuts the back. Simon swipes at his screen, accepting the call and pressing the phone to his ear as he gets into the driver's seat of his vehicle. “Hello?” Simon asks into the phone, a bit confused on why you’re calling him.

His heart nearly drops to his stomach when he hears you sob into the receiver, a muffled static banging in the background and some unintelligible yelling. “Simon—“ Your tone is laced with intense fear and alertness, and he can immediately tell you’re in a state of a need to survive. He calls your name, not even bothering to buckle up, starting his car.

Simon calls your name more insistently, his tone bordering on panic. “What’s goin’ on, love??” His heart begins to pound as you sob a near incoherent “go away” to whoever is making you act like this. “Hey, hey hey—focus, sweetheart, what’s happening?” Simon insists, pulling out of the parking lot, already decidedly going to your place of residence.

You shudder and sob into the phone and clear your throat. “Please, Simon, pleaseplease hElp me, he’s—“ You let out a heartbreaking sob that makes Simon’s chest ache, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel harder. “Derek, he’s fuckin’—he’s trying to—“ You’re barely able to push the words out, and fuck, Simon is so glad you’re not too far from the store he was just at.

“He’s tryin’ t’hurt you, love?” Simon asks—it’s so obvious your partner is, but he needs to double check; have you confirm it. “Yes—he’s trying to break dOwn the door—leave me alONE—!” You scream, piercing his ear through the phone. Simon lets out a huff, his heart pounding against his rib cage. “I’m on my way, alright? I’m nearly there, I won’t let ‘im hurt ya, love.”

Simon is definitely going over the speed limit, weaving through traffic and his tires screeching in protest at his movements. You choke and cough, letting out a terrified weeping noise, barely able to breathe. A painful itch blooms underneath his skin, the sensation burning and bubbling, bursting at the seams. Simon was not allowed anyone’s blood to spill except his. Derek’s.

“Breathe, alright? I’m on your street—do ya have anythin’ in the restroom to protect yourself with?” Simon asks, hearing you whimper as the muffled sounds of Derek’s maniacal screaming and pounding is apparent. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re scared, I know, but you’ve got to stay with me.” Simon insists, and you make a timid “mhm” noise. There’s a shuffling sound, and he’s assuming you’re looking through your cabinets. Simon soon rolls up to your home, and he barely puts the car in park, not even bothering to turn the vehicle off.

“I’m here, darlin’. I’m here. Stay as far away from the door as possible.” And with that, he hangs up. You stutter out his name in fear, but you quickly hear your partner—soon to be ex—Derek redirects his anger from you to Simon, who you hear bellow out Derek’s name. Something about Simon’s tone is.. eerie. Something about how Derek begins to yell and gasp and fucking scream is satisfying.

You cover your ears, curled up in the corner of your bathroom, heaving and sobbing as your head is swimming. You’re dizzy from the lack of sufficient air entering your lungs. You aren’t sure how much time passes, but when you hear a gentle, muffled knock, you hold your breath. Simon calls your name from behind the door, causing you to scramble to your feet.

You sob softly and shakily unlock the door and you freeze at the sight of him—there’s blood splattered across his face, dripping down his neck, caking his hair and his clothes. You nearly scream but Simon quickly holds his hands up, his tone gentle. “Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. I’m alright, love.” The relief that floods you is crashing like waves, just like how you collapse into his arms.

Simon cringes just a bit, Derek’s blood smearing against you and staining your clothes, but your desperate sobs and grabby hands make him forget about the mess. Simon quickly wraps his arms around you and leads you deeper into the bathroom, making sure you don’t see the mangled and unrecognizable body of your ex-boyfriend laying in the hallway, in a puddle of his own blood, organs, and excrement.

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catholic-character-tournament · 10 months

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Round 5 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

HELLO. IT IS I. THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTY ITALIAN TOURNEY. PLEASEPLEASE PUT HIM IN THERE WAS SO MUCH POPE DISCOURSE ON MY ACC AND HE WAS SOLOED IN THE FIRST ROUND BY LUIGI😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 PLEASE AVENGE HIMMMM

The existence of Catholicism in the Cars universe implies that there was (or at least there was believed to be) a car Jesus who died for the cars’ sins, and I for one would like to see how a car gets crucified or sins. I guess the blood/wine here would be gasoline, but what would the body/bread be? How did they sit at the last supper? What is the layout of car church? How does a car build a church? Do other human religions exist in the cars universe? How does a goddess with the body of a human and the head of a cat translate to a car? Do Buddhist cars rein-car-nate? Do cars have souls?

he lost the italian character tournament, he will win here

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

I love the Locked Tomb series but Harrowhark has daddy issues with God, had a childhood crush on God's cryogenic partner, and is in love with God's daughter, not to mention that she's essentially a bone-bender. The religion on her home planet exists in a way that is technically against the will of the canon in-universe God, even. All of this to say, Harrowhark is heretical at minimum if not an outright witch. Terrible Catholic. Burn her.

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #cars #pope pinion iv #pixar #pixar cars #r5 #polls #harrowhawk #harrowhark nonasigmus #tlt #the locked tomb

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stardustsorbet · 1 year

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♡ ― 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 ✧ (nsfw)

• taking care of your pretty puppy, kaveh is no easy feat ;3 CW: puppy play, swearing, humping, kissing, leashes, dom/sub dynamic, femdom, use of “good boy” and other nicknames, use of toys, aftercare dom!fem!reader!

• it’s so unfortunate, both of you being working members of society :( Kaveh works hard at home while you’re out and about. Your poor puppy gets so lonely sometimes, he misses your touch against his soft golden hair, your words of praise when he’s done with all his work, and the tug of his leash when you want him to follow swiftly behind you.

• if he finishes his work early, he’ll pace around for a while by the door, eagerly anticipating the return of his master, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment the longer the hours dragged on. You find it adorable when his pretty golden tail wags uncontrollably, hugging your shoulders and taking in your scent as much as he can as soon as you walk through the door.

• your poor puppy is so shy, he never says what he needs most from you unless you figure it out yourself. It’s easy enough to tell what he needs when he clings to you like a leech, pants hiding his growing erection. You know Kaveh too well now, how pent up he is when you get home, how cute he is when he needs you most.

• it doesn’t take you long before his pretty collar’s around his neck, leash attached and being yanked by you, demandingly. “Strip, Kaveh,” you order, releasing his leash momentarily so he can remove his shirt and pants with ease, only to have it quickly taken back by your grip.

• spreading his legs out on your bed, you ran your fingers up his stomach, palming his chest. It’s cute to watch his cock spasm, his tip an angry red, cute whimpers come from his mouth as his ears folded back. You took your middle and ring fingers and stuck them in his mouth, having him suck and salivate on them. “You want mommy to finger you, huh, puppy?” You tease.

• his ears bounce with every immediate, desperate nod of his, tilting against your shared pillow and pulling you closer to him with his leash. “Want you in me.. so bad, been waiting all day—,” he pleads, nearly delirious, so ready and vulnerable for you.

• you slip your finger into his cute hole, poking and prodding at his gummy walls. Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, his thighs tremble as he moans into his hand, eyes closing with furrowing eyebrows. You finger him gently, just enough to help him slow down before pushing another finger inside. You’ve gotten used to the pattern of his body, finding his g-spot isn’t a hard task.

• “mmmh, fuuhck moremore, pleaase right there!” He trembles, pushing himself into your hand as he fists the sheets. You scratch behind his ears, loving the softness of them and the way he leans his head into your touch. “Feels so good when you haah, tou— ah, touch me there, shiit.”

• abusing his prostate with your fingertips, you began pressing into it and taking in every whine elicited from Kaveh’s throat. His tail was slowly wagging against the bed, the soft fur rubbing against your arm. His stomach was rising and falling in stuttering breaths, feeling his release coming on already.

• you took a dildo from your drawer and coat it with lubricant, teasing Kaveh’s hole with the toy until he tries himself to put it in. “Ah.. naughty boy, you know mommy controls the pace,” you scold, kissing his forehead. “You want it in you, Kaveh? You want my cock that bad?”

• “‘m sorry, master, please- put it in, pleaseplease, I need—,” he whines, interrupted by the tip being shoved into his cute hole. His ass was so smooth, so soft. You kneaded at it while slipped the toy in, the trembling of his thighs too cute to look away from. You sucked a few hickeys into the soft, pale skin, the bruising standing out against his creamy thighs.

• you thrust the toy in and out of him, each cry of your name and desperate search for your hand making you chuckle. Holding his cock in your other hand, you stroked it, the lewd squelching of his precum making butterflies come alive in your abdomen. “You wanna cum, puppy?” You teased, your thrusting a lot more rough and quick than it was initially.

• “mmmm.. mhm.. pleaseee mommy!” Kaveh groans, tears slipping from his pretty eyes as he tugged on your shirt. A few more thrusts and the knot in his stomach was coming undone, white ropes of cum splattering on his stomach, hole clenching around the toy. “Love you, I love you so so much—,” he cried, his back arching as he rode out his high.

• “that’s a good boy, you needed that, huh, puppy? Needed to cum that bad, you poor, poor thing,” you comforted, kissing him all over as you pulled the toy out, whimpers of disapproval coming from your blond boyfriend.

• “just wanna be with you, please,” he whispers, letting you clean him up. You cover him with a blanket and turn down your fan, holding him close to you, scratching his ears and kissing his head.

• “such a good puppy. I love you, Kaveh,” you whispered, feeling his tail wag from under the blanket. He was just too cute.

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 2)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 1.1k+

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, virtual sex/livestream, cheating, sexual use of a popsicle, age gap (reader in their 20s, andy in his late 40s) daddy kink, masturbation (f), degradation kink, mention of spanking, VERY SLIGHT mention of cnc play (you’ll see).

authors note ⋆ you all will definitely see andy’s dark side next chapter <3

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

PART 1

3 days earlier

“you just need to feed sprinkles three times a day, and that’s pretty much it.”

your best friend, lila, handed you her family’s cat as she rushed to gather more of her belongings and tossed them into her luggage.

“the guest room is all yours, make yourself at home!” you followed behind her as she scrambled down the stairs at the sound of her mother calling out for her.

“if our house is still intact when we come back, you’ll get paid,” lila rolled her eyes at her mother as she hugged you goodbye.

“come on, tony! we’re gonna miss the flight!” the eighteen year old boy waved goodbye to his best friend and next door neighbor, jacob barber.

“keys are on the counter top, help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. love you, bye!”

present day

andy huffed as he scrubbed at the dishes, listening to his wife chat loudly on the phone while the television was blaring whatever brain-rotting reality show was trending at the moment.

he tilted his wrist to reveal the time on the apple-watch, 7:03p.m.

it was torture having to wait.

“andrew! go water the plants next door, cindy and the kids aren’t home— carol, stop!” laurie continued laughed on the phone with her friends, forcing andy to count to ten before drying his hands, although the simple act gave him a flashback.

sucking on a popsicle in nothing but your light pink lingerie, you told 60.8k of your loyal subscribers how your day went, how you were terrible bored during a job interview and could only picture yourself spreading your legs for the employer, begging him for the job as he slaps your pussy with his rough belt.

“I’m not sure if I got the job, but at least I have all of you,” you lean back into your cloud-shaped, getting comfortable in the bed you got to call yours for two weeks.

barber543 donated $250.00!

barber543: stop pouting, you make me wanna fuck that slutty mouth of yours til you’re begging me not to

your [e/c] eyes lit up at the familiar user, giddiness running through your veins as you hook your panties to the side with one hand.

“barber543, I did promise a surprise, didn’t I?” You whisper as your other hand moved the blueberry-flavored popsicle towards your sex, moving through your folds before tapping your clit.

“you choose what I call you.” sliding the cold treat inside your cunt, you whimpered at the feeling, heart racing at the notifications of subscribers screen-recording.

barber543: greedy little girl, say mr. barber

“m-mr. barber,” andy shuddered at your breathy words, “don’t fuck me with the popsicle, please.”

barber543: you better fucking take it if you want my cock, you don’t deserve it

“ah- pleaseplease, ‘s too cold-“ your words contrast against how quick you began fucking your cunt with the popsicle, clenching it around it so delicately.

barber543: harder.

“mr. barber, m’ gonna cum, feels too good-“ you choked on your words as your free hand zeroed relentlessly on your numbing clit, back arching as your hand flew out to clutch your bedsheet, leaving half of the blueberry treat in your pulsing cunt.

barber543: wish I could bend you over and slap your ass raw for cumming without my permission.

“don’t punish me, daddy,” your fucked out glance was priceless, removing the popsicle from your center and licked the tip with a breathless giggle.

andy shook his head with a idiotic grin as if he actually was face to face with the angel that you were— or pretended to be.

andy wiped his cum-tainted hand on spare napkin, before something caught his eye.

kneelforhansen donated $3000.00!

kneelforhansen: I’d love to have you for myself. direct message me if you’re interested, kitten.

andy despised the glimmer in your eyes— a look he wanted to believe only belonged to him.

“oh my, thank you,” andy could tell your soft voice was entirely genuine, and he was about to raise the amount, but he remembered than any purchased higher than a thousand would send an alert to his and laurie’s joint email account.

“you’ve made my night, mister.”

andy scowled at the memory— even if a billion people watched your stream, he liked to think you two were simply having a skype-sex session or whatever the younger people used now for video chatting.

facetime?

“hold on- andrew! the plants!” laurie shrilled, waving her hands as she pressed her phone between her ear and her shoulder.

“fucking hell.” andy mumbled, slamming a drawer into place as he made his way out of the house, glancing towards his right and analyzed the garden.

suddenly, he saw purple lights go on in one of the rooms on the second floor.

if cindy’s daughter is still home, why is he doing their chores?

he shoved his hands into his jeans, opting not to water their stupid roses and stupid hortensias and stupid—

his childish thoughts were interrupted by a sweet maserati revving carelessly into the driveway.

he’d be humiliated to admit his jaw dropped at the sight of a celebrity walking about 10 feet away.

devin peters, movie star.

“I’m outside, baby.” he sang into his phone, most likely sending a voice chat as he leaned against the goddess of a car.

the front door swung open, revealing a girl with nothing but a oversized shirt and pink panties, [h/c] hair and beaming [e/c] andy couldn’t mix up.

there was no way.

“there she is.” devin reached out his arms, engulfing you in a needy hug, guiding your legs around his narrow waist.

no. no.

“my pretty girl. how’s my kitten been?” the movie star began walking blindly to the house, mind racing on how many ways he could utterly destroy you.

“oh, crap, that’s lila’s neighbor. hold on,” you wiggled yourself away, shyly making your way towards the older man who was three seconds away from passing out from shock.

“im sure Cindy must’ve told you to take care of these flowers, but I’m house-sitting for a couple weeks. I can manage, mister…”

“barber. mr. barber.”

your eyes widen as your head spun for a split second due to the unquestionable coincidence.

no way.

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PART 3

a/n; this is my multiverse: lloyd hansen, andy barber & devin peters

(devin peters is chris evans’ cameo character in the movie don’t look up, just a reminder :)

#kali writes !#andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader smut #andy barber fluff #andy barber x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #andy barber smut

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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and they waited [part 1.]

"they waited, for so long for you to come. you din't come, instead your body laid in the grassy green hills as flies swarmed around the air."

━ IN WHICH KEIJI SHINOGI, ADACHI TOHRU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND RANPO EDOGAWA DEAL WITH FINDING THEIR S/O DECEASED. THEIR REACTIONS, AND ACTIONS.

#KEIJI SHINOGI

He's tired.

It's been- what? like a week since he's been trapped in this death game. Honored he's even included, really. It's his duty as, Mr. Policeman, to investigate every inch of the area.

So that he can return to you safely.

So when he does, following Sara, he notices film type that had the name of "NON-PARTICPANT.MP3" And decides to himself that it would be intresting to watch it.

"Hey Sara, could you put this on the computer for me?" He asks, to which Sara berudingly nods to. Sliding the disk in, the computer flashes a screen and. .

Why are you in the video?

"Please! Pleaseplease let me go... !! I wanna go home.. !! I wanna see Keiji ..!! He's still missing- I- I can find him! I swear, please! NO- No! Nonono..." You screamed, as the box was filled with gushing water as you momentarily drowned.

He's stunned and tired.

You.. weren't even a particpant, so why were you dragged into this? Why, why would someone so precious ..? Was it because of him? Was it his fault?

"Ahhh.. That's a shame! Really! I was thinking of bringing a random person who almost everyone knew... Too bad the key was dangingly by their necklace, and they din't even know!" A voice eerily cheery exclaimed.

Their necklace? You mean, the necklace he gave you? Stop it. No. That can't be true.

Why, Why was it your turn to die? For the first time, he felt true despair.

#ADACHI TOHRU

"A body of a forensic artist was found deceased five days ago.. their body was discovered by their co-workers near Yasogami High School's entrance. The student who has found the body refused to be interviewed. The culprit has not yet been found, but-"

"...Turn it off, Dojima-San."

"Alright. Well, Bye Adachi. I'm going back home."

He sighs, sitting emptily on the chair. It's hilarious to think the detective agency couldn't find a single fingerprint- and the sole reasoning behind it was because he wore gloves. (For legal reasons, that was a lie.)

Adachi Tohru, also part of said agency, is having the time of his life. When he gets pissed, he can kill people off with just a flick of a finger. It was- It was so easy. No one would find out. Still...

"Adachi-San, you're the one killing people off, am I correct?"

How the hell did you find out?

"Adachi-San, are you happy? It appears to me you aren't."

Shut up.

"Adachi-San, you seem to like cabbages. Haha, that's funny!"

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Adachi-San, I knew it! you're parents-"

You don't know anything about me. Stop blabbering and keep your mouth shut. Stop spouting nonsense, for the love of God, please.

"Adachi-San.... T... Thank you... for ... everythin..."

You still blabbered your mouth even when you were on the brink of dying. Ironic, you'll never keep your mouth shut.

...Still.

He saw you. He killed so much other people. Yet, when he killed you... Why did it feel different? He's still doing his normal routines, yet whenever he looks at your office..

Why does it hurt?

#SHUICHI SAIHARA

Cold. Painful. Sorrow.

There was so much things he wanted to say, yet silenced choked him out as if he hadn't had a voice.

It was so uncomfortable- so bizzare. He had just left to finish a case, and here you laid cold on the ground with a thousand of spikes penetrating through your body.

He badly wanted for you to just stand up and exclaim that it was simply just a prank, apologize for doing so and the both of you could go on their merry way.

But he knows, that your pranks never go this far.

Is he just trying to believe? There was nothing to believe, there was no fingerprints, no DNA samples- no nothing. It's as if the culprit murdered you then disappeared as well.

He's trying to look for the truth. The one you oh so encouraged him to open his eyes to seek. But your eyes were closed, seeing no truth at all. How he wishes you can just- blink.

Please, please blink.

Rang through his mind. He just wants you to stop. Please. Please stop, wake up. Wake up. Wake up, please. But he knows— he knows you won't wake up.

It hurts him, it hurts him like hell. But whenever he looks back to your body in the autopsy room, he can't help but feel at ease. Why, why were you so frozen and dull still bring him comfort when your body laid cold?

He doesn't know. Please tell him. He knows nothing. And it's pathetic for him to even embrace the detective title now if he had to give it up to the higher ups. I beg of you, please wake up.

#RANPO EDOGAWA

"...Ranpo-San, My condolences but....they have died. They died, and there are signs they were assaulted. We.. We found them in the allyway today."

Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

"But- In my vision, They din't..." Was it because the change of those stupid glasses? Was it because he wanted to wear the glasses you gave him that he couldn't see what happened more clearly?

"Ranpo-San! It's okay to make mistakes, after all, you can still improve!"

It wasn't okay to make this mistake. It costed too much. It costed you. He can't improve, not without you by his side. Where would be his encouragement? His praise? His..

Where would your smile be?

It's over. It's gone. He's the most worthless and terrible detective out there. But.. You... You were just here yesterday. How could have you died? You could protect yourself, he knows, but ...

Maybe it was because of him.

It was because of him that you died. Was... Was he the greatest detective on the earth that everybody said he was? That- That he said? That you said?

I'm sorry for being an idiot. Please come back to me, please. I'll do better, so just hug me and praise me once more with that stupid grin of yours.

#mod chihiro #i got inspiration from mod maki and mod nezumi from their convos :D #ranpo edogawa x reader #keiji shinogi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #adachi tohru x reader #angst #LOTS OF ANGST #would adachi care for you?#answer is no #also the amount of times i see adachi in dojima's house like ok houseiwfe #bongou stray dogs #bongou stray dogs x reader #danganronpa x reader #v3 x reader #thh x reader #yttd x reader #persona 4 x reader

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mermen · 9 months

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my neighbor's dog has such a solemn face with the biggest wettest eyes it's so funny when she comes to me for pets like 😔😔 youre home again...!! pet me pleaseplease please 🥺😔

#her name is indy :~)#.txt

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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(pervy albedo au) omg sorry i just know kaeya and you have fucked in his room while roommate diluc was there. absolutely no cares or consideration. dilucs just in his room writing his business paper or whatever and he just hears *papapapap* "oh fuck kaeya harder" and snaps his pencil.

answering this after eons of holding it hostage but

cw: voyeurism, pseudo incest (?) kaeya and diluc are bros (sorta) and roommates, afab reader, multiple orgasms, asking permission to cum

“kaeya please,” he hears you whine softly, your moans practically pushed out of your mouth as the man on top of you coos down your throat. each messy thrust into your sloppy cunt makes a wet squelch that should make the red head absolute disgusted.

but diluc can’t help but grip his pen tighter, squeezing it till it digs into his palm and he tenses his thighs. he glances up from his paper, trying to drown out the sick sound of each residual pap of his roommate’s balls smacking against your ass, and the sucking of kaeya’s mouth against your chest.

diluc can hear how wet you are, can fucking envision it in his head without having to turn around. and he hates that he’s envisioning your creamy cunt gush around his cock, grinding his teeth as he ignores your whimpers and moans and pleads for kaeya to slow down.

you let out a particularly loud moan, high pitched and breathy as kaeya grinds his cock into that far gooey spot inside you that makes you tremble. and your boyfriend is clamping a hand around your mouth and tsking at you in faux chastity. “come on pretty, don’t wanna disturb my brother, do you?”

and diluc knows the bastard is smirking at him from behind while he pounds you with his cock. “or maybe he wants to hear your sloppy pussy getting fucked.”

kaeya taunts from behind him, and diluc knows it’s true. he could’ve left, could’ve put on his headphones, fuck- done anything than just sit there and listen and watch out of the corner of his eye.

diluc says nothing, keeps his pen in his hand and tries to stifle the raging tent in his pants. ignores how kaeya mumbles out, “come on baby, let ‘em hear who fucks you nice and deep, yeah?”

when diluc turns around, it is a sight to behold - and he damn near wants to cum in his pants. you with your ankles pushed up to your ears, pussy on display creaming down kaeya’s cock, a sticky white halo around the base that squelches and makes a pap each time he slams home.

tits bouncing with each pound into your cunt. diluc feels the swelling of his cock in his pants and the leaking pre start to drip from the tip.

“you fuckin’ son of a bitch.” diluc curses lowly, shuddering at the sound of your mewls and moans, how you’ve gone stupid. he sees kaeya grin, feral smirk on his face as he palms at your bouncing tits, leaning down to smack a big kiss on your mouth.

and he whispers something, something diluc can’t hear but understands when you turn your loopy gaze on the red-head, drool pooling out of your mouth as you look at diluc.

“f-fuck, please— diluc can i cum? please?” you whine, and diluc swears he feels his heart stop in his chest. it’s like all the oxygen has been soaked in gasoline and set on fire, and diluc stares at your flushed teary face.

he doesn’t know whether this is a trick or not, if kaeya will be pissed if he answers. but when he doesn’t answer, more pearly tears line your waterline and make smooth tracts down your skin, and diluc can faintly hear kaeya chuckling.

“pleaseplease diluc- lemme cum, i’ve been good i promise,” you sob, small hands reaching up to wrap around kaeya’s biceps, legs shaking as you try to stave off your impending orgasm. all while diluc stares like a fish out of water, mouth gaping and eyebrows pushed up, cock fucking straining against his pants.

“i— don’t,” he tapers off, he can see how it’s complete torture for you. how your hips make jerky movements to meet his thrusts, how kaeya’s fingers have slipped to circle and rub your slick puffy clit.

“come on diluc, don’t be so mean to the pretty baby, just say the word so she can cream on my cock, yeah?” kaeya is grinning like a madman, and clenched as he bucks into you with a brute force that makes even diluc shiver. and your sniffles and little pleads make diluc nod, breathing out a shaky and quiet,

“yeah, yeah you can cum sweetheart.” and you practically sob in relief, immediately gushing down kaeya’s cock and wetting his base with your cum.

eyes rolling back into your pretty head, legs twitchy and jerking around your boyfriends waist. and kaeya is next, stilling inside you to pump you full, groaning as he grips onto your calves and pushes them down near your chest.

“thank you, thank you,” you pant, lids droopy as you shiver and shake in the afterglow of your, what is it? fourth orgasm?

kaeya is smiling, looking down at you and kissing your parted mouth with an eager tongue. he sits up, letting go of your legs and looking at his brother with a smirk, “i hope you enjoyed the show.” kaeya says, and the red head is blushing, looking away with a faint nod.

“good, maybe next time you can fuck her instead of just sitting there like a loser.” kaeya muses as he starts kissing you down, and diluc stands - takes on last good look at your fucked out form and leaves.

shuts the door of the shared room and groans low in his throat, “fuckkkk,” the tent in his pants obvious, wet patch staining the front and diluc is curling a hand around the bulge.

perhaps he’ll see if kaeya takes him up on the offer.

#val.writes ❦#genshin impact･ﾟ✧#—svgarslut 💌#kaeya smut #diluc smut #diluc ragnvindr smut #kaeya alberich smut #genshin smut #thirsts. ☁︎︎

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krabmeat · 3 years

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𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚡

𝚌𝚌!𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚡 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: tommy

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: light cursing

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

this short fic is for the wonderful @ohworm-writes and their follower event!! im so damn proud of you worm, you deserve every follower and more! PLEASE JOIN THEIR FOLLOWER EVENT PLEASEPLEASE I WANNA SEE AT LEAST 3 OTHER PEOPLE JOIN THEIR EVENT THEY HAVE VERY GOOD PROMPTS I PROMISE

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“Jesus f*ck tommy, why is your room so cold?!”

You were currently hanging out with Tommy while he was finishing up editing a mod video for his main channel. It’s the exact middle of autumn and you were freezing your mind off from how cold Tommy’s room is.

“It isn’t even THAT cold! Plus, it’s your fault for not bringing a jacket, dickhead.”

You had come over per his request, since you two had planned to go out on the town for a while. It wasn’t for anything special, Tommy realized how long it had been since both of you spent a day together when your schedules weren’t cluttered with things like twitch and college. You weren’t a streamer of course but you’ve been Tommy’s right hand man since the beginning, so it was natural that his audience found out about your friendship soon enough.

“It is autumn and you have a fan going in your room!”

“Ooooh, look at me! I’m Y/n and I say AUTUMN! I say AUTUMN instead of FALL because I think I’m better than everyone!”

Tommy speaks in a mockingly high pitched voice, leaning back into the black fabric of his chair. He spins his chair towards your shivering body, tauntingly shaking his hands besides his head and letting them flop back into his lap. Of course you guys knew that this was just how you two are playful with each other.

Now that Tommy’s chair wasn’t blocking his computer anymore, you had a clear view of his computer screen. He was captioning the video with the iconic font he always uses for his mod content. You’re now able to look at the bottom of the screen to see the words currently presented.

“You spelled ‘can’ as ‘cna’.”

He glances back at his moniter and realizes his typo.

“You’re a pussyhole, you know that?”

Tears and fits of giggles burst out your eyes and mouth, cradling your stomach and flopping backwards onto Tommy’s twin-sized bed. He mutters curses under his breath as you regain your composure and quickly start to shiver again. This is when you see a navy blue sweater spread across his comforter.

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?”

“Yeah sure, just make sure to give it back when you go home.”

And with that, he turns back to his monitor. The first thing he does is correct the typo that had been so graciously pointed out to him. His sweater is already over your body when you take in the familiar scent. Jokingly gagging and catching his attention once more, he looks at you expectantly.

"It smells like you."

“Then I don’t see why you’re gagging, I smell delightful!”

“When you smell like Linx, that claim will always be a lie.”

“Oi, talk to me when the chucklers over at chuckle sandwich tell you how great you smell!”

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Can you please do a mean Dom Harry smut

His sanity

Guess who's back

Warning: 18+

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The door to your shared home slammed shut with a deafening thud, followed by heavy footsteps. You jerked with momentary fear of the intrusion until you saw Harry standing in the doorstep of your living room.

You put your book upside down on the couch and get up to greet Harry properly. When you were close enough to see your boyfriend‘s emotionless expression, your smile went from happy to timid, until it disappeared completely. Harry seemed to be looking right through you, his whole body trembling with an effort to keep his magic inside. His aura was overwhelming, so intense that you stayed a few steps away from him so as not to be completely surrounded by it.

Harry seemed to notice your mistrust and carefully put his wand on the side, his green eyes now fixed on yours. Not that that would make a big difference, he could crush you without the stupid stick if he wanted to, but it was a sign to you. A sign that he was still in control, even if only scantily.

It was deathly quiet for a passing moment and a trembling breath escaped your drying lips. You hadn't even noticed to what extent Harry's magic was crushing you until he closed his eyes and seconds later the air seemed more bearable again.

You knew that this night could end dangerously, that Harry's sanity was hanging on a millimeter thin strand, but no matter how hard your brain tried to stop you, your feet had already made their decision. Only when you felt his warm breath on your lips did you realize that you had moved. Harry was motionless, hands still shaking, clenched in firm fists.

There was a gleam in his eyes, something that resembled a warning. You couldn't hold yourself and in the second in which you hugged your warm body against his trembling one, Harry's disciplined posture shattered into a million pieces. He buried his trembling hands in your hair and pressed you closer to him, his mouth dominated yours with so much strength, as if he was trying to drown in the taste of your lips.

Harry pulled and tore at your clothes until you stood completely naked in his arms. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, never long enough in the places that ached for his touches. Taking quick strides he forced you to walk backwards, pushing you into a seating position on the couch. You stared up at him compliantly, making him smirk at you with obvious delight. Your book long forgotten on the cold floor.

He was silent when he opened the buttons of his shirt, his bright eyes followed your hands and he watched you as you undid his belt. He lifted his brow as your hands left his body to rest submissively on your thighs.

„Did I tell you to stop?“ He whispered softly, teeth gritted together.

You shook your head and blinked up at him, mulling over your next sentence.

„You didn‘t tell me what you want...“ You said softly, not wanting to awaken his anger, which was simmering very close to the surface. You saw it glinting impatiently behind his irises, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into your soft flesh.

„Want me to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.“ He hissed, eyes flashing with irritation.

You immediately fell on your knees, barely feeling the pain and pulled on his clothes until they rested by his ankles. His cock hit your face and you looked up at your boyfriend, tongue outstretched to lick the underside. Harry's control burned through and he pulled your head back until your neck protested with the pain. His other hand smeared his cock on your lips and cheeks, spreading his cum on your skin and smiled as the lower half of your face shone with him. Oh exactly this view he wanted to burn into his brain forever, you on your knees like his personal whore, nothing else but the thought of his cock in your stupid head.

His hand on your jaw opened your mouth wide to insert his cock, deep needy moans escaping him when you ran your tongue along the underside of the tip. Without paying attention to your well-being he started to fuck your mouth, eyes narrowed and lips parted, his groans were so desperate, he sounded like your mouth couldn't satisfy the hunger in him. Harry wanted to be inside of you, to he ached to hear your pretty whimpers and pleads.

„Your mouth isn‘t enough. Tell me what else can you offer me?“ Harry snarked, giving you a challenging grin.

You tried to pull away but he kept your head in place, pouting when you didn‘t answer.

„What is it, can‘t talk?“ Harry chuckled, eyes flashing with evil amusement when you struggled to breathe with his cock stuffing your mouth full.

„How rude of you. I should teach you a less-“ Harry‘s voice broke off with a surprised gasp and his hips bucked forward. He gave you a glare and you only sucked him harder for it, knowing that you were pushing his buttons just right.

„You wanna play? Hm? Is that it?“ Harry grunted, already forcing your head to lean on the seat of the couch, one knee resting beside your head. „Alright, take it then.“

Nothing could have prepared you for the punishing thrust of his hips. He almost crushed you against the couch, his balls pressed against your chin. You were forced to stare up in this position, your vision obscured by the tears rolling down your temples, but it was worth it, Harry was irresistible in this position. Fuck, the way his head was leaned back, mouth wide open and he sounded the room with his rough voice, your name on his lips like a prayer. Jaw sharp and veins visible in his neck, upper body tense and hands buried in your hair.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, your nails left long, angry scratch marks on his arms and legs. The pain only made him more aggressive and he pulled himself out of your mouth.

„Stop crying, you wanted to fuck me, remember?“ Harry kissed you hard again, teeth and lips met painfully but you didn't care.

„I want you to let yourself go. Show me what you want.“ He whispered hotly, groaning into your mouth when your hand wrapped around his cock again.

„Want you to fuck me, Harry please.“ You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses all over his throat, nipping at some places to leave your marks. Harry loved being covered in your bruises.

„What? Can‘t hear you, sweetheart.“

He was doing it on purpose at this point, wanting you to beg for him to take you.

„Please“ you whined, tightening your hand around him painfully, but Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he didn‘t enjoy pain.

„Please fuck me, take me-“ Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when two fingers pounded into you with such speed you came seconds later, vision exploding with a blazing white light.

„Yes, cum!“ Harry commanded, drunk on your screams of pleasure, craving to feel your cunt tighten around his cock and not his fingers.

"More" you gasped at the overstimulation but still pressed your cunt against his fingers, "Cock, want cock."

Harry proudly boasted that he reduced you into a mindless cock slut with just his fingers. He sat on the couch and gestured on his lap, arms spread out on the armrest in a dominant manner. There was that cool, dangerous shine in his green eyes again and his expression was illegible. Harry was unreachable and you wanted to see him fall.

Your breathing was irregular as you crawled up to him, your hands sliding gently over his legs. Harry let you do it and admired your naked body, his eyes fixed on the lips you are biting on.

"You wanted my cock so come on and fuck yourself with it" Harry commanded and you whined submissively, seating yourself on top of him. His cock brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, leaving a hot trail of his cum and your spit on your skin. Sinking down your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a silent o and you sat there for a few seconds, getting lost in the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

Harry's hands clung to your hips and he moved in circular motions, watching you intently as you moaned and squealed whenever your clit rubbed against his flesh or the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

"I'm barely doing anything and you're already shaking." Harry forced out, thighs clenching under yours when you gave him a look so full of pleasure and submission that it overwhelmed him. He could do anything to you right now and you would go with it. Harry was drunk on that power, thumb pushing past your spit glistening lips to make you suck on it.

"Everyone always thinks you're so fuck do that again so fucking smart and proper, but ah look at you now..." His voice was trembling with bliss, your quick thrusts and sharp movements making him weak.

You keened, clinging on this shoulders when Harry lifted his hips to literally drill into you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his sweat soaked chest.

"Should show them how dumb you are" He hissed, biting at the skin of your jaw, "Show them how much of a fucking slut you can be."

The only sounds you could make were high-pitched moans, his dirty words only made you hungrier for him.

"Only here to make me cum" Harry moaned at last, letting his deep voice flow freely in the room, "Only here to take my cum, hm?"

You cried out, going faster when you felt the familiar ache in your stomach, the tension building up rapidly.

"Yes!" you sobbed, "Give me cum pleaseplease!"

Holding you down on his cock by your shoulders Harry pounded up into your pussy, once, twice and on the third push you came with a shout, biting into the thumb he pushed inside of your mouth again. Harry let out a broken groan at the sight of your release and came only seconds later, going momentarily silent with the amount of pleasure flodding his blood. He didn't let you go, holding you down until you were dripping with his essance, uncomfortably full with him.

"There you have it" Harry mocked, breathlessly, "Full of my cum, just the way you like it."

You whimpered when he pulled out, clenching around nothing to keep in as much of him as you could. Harry pulled you on your knees and pushed you forward, craning his neck to watch his cum drip out of you.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart" His fingers pushed his cum back inside, pinching your thighs when you scrambled to get away. "Stay still, I want it to stay inside."

"Sensitive" you whispered, legs trembling to keep yourself upright on his lap.

He finally took his fingers out when he was satisfied, pushing his fingers past your lips and watch you suck them clean.

"Satisfied" He raised a brow, ready to fuck you again if you were to say no. He is a gentleman after all.

"Yes, thank you." You mumbled around his fingers, content to just lean against him and dose off with his fingers gently pushing in and out of your mouth.

Harry leaned back as well, the tension from before falling away. He let himself dose off, enjoying the calmness of his mind while it lasted.

#harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry potter #dark!harry

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 7

a/n: im sorry but takeru could take my uwus like hes so adorable yall 🥺😭

anon:

-LETS BE HONESTTT WITH OURSELVES. oikawa bringing takeru to practice cuz he forgot he promised to watch him n so he asks you to watch him while he rushes off to change— and then takeru goes OFF after he hears that YOURE the person uncle tooru keeps talking about. he basically just exposes oikawa, gets on your good side w all the embarrassing blackmail material he can provide, and oikawa comes back to you grinning like a madwoman HAHAHAHAHA c,:

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-‘ Omg Takeru spills to his mom and grandmother how Oikawa had a crush and how awkward he is around this girl. Which leads to them inviting her over without Oikawa knowing. He comes home one day, a lil upset because yn wasn't at practice only to hear her giggling with his mother and sister while having tea ‘

NOW THIS IS THE REAL TEAAA!!!!!!!

TAKERU IS SUCH A MOOD MY GOD IMAGINE HAVING A CRACKHEAD UNCLE LIKE OIKAWA!!!!😭😭😭😭

uwu yes i love this req so lets start

so basically

two words:

uncle oikawa

bahahaha no not really but yes really tho

anyways

this is going to basically be the scenario where takeru has accepted you as his auntie

so sit down my little grasshoppers because this is finna be a long one

it all started when oikawa forgot his promise

now,

oikawa prides himself in being a know-it-all and being ‘responsible’ or shit like that but hes,,,,, far from that

like how he was currently running towards the gym where takeru’s volleyball class was at because he forgot that his sister made him promise to pick his nephew up since she was working overtime today

oikawa tooru didnt care about his appearance and the way he huffed as he sonic nyoomed his way there since he was more scared of what his sister would do to him if she finds out he was late

the sight of the gym door has never felt so good

‘TAKERU!!’

he yelled and a head peaked out that belonged to the one and only boy

‘uncle, youre so loud’

he chided and tooru rolled his eyes before grabbing his hand

‘hey, go get your stuff. im late and y/n is going go kill me if im not there’

takeru rolled his own eyes and went at a snail’s pace as he packed up his knee pads and his water bottles

‘TAKERU HURRY UP WHAT-!’

‘hmm,, dont lie uncle. you just want to see the pretty goddess nee-chan’

OKAY TAKERU DANG

so basically,,

its been mentioned that you call the boys a lot or its them calling you and oikawa happens to be the one who calls you constantly

and takeru lives with them and he’s usually up quite late so he hears tooru downstairs while talking to you

like one time, he couldnt sleep and his mom told him to drink warm milk to help him so he was just going down the stairs when he heard tooru laugh

now, dont get him wrong

hes heard his uncle laugh before so hes seen how he laughs around girls and it was like nails on a chalkboard

but this time, it sounded very genuine and his chuckles were almost,,, shy

and he figured that tooru was talking to a girl since he kept saying a girl’s name

‘y/n-chan~ youre so cute~ dont make me come over there and kiss you~’

oikawa cooed and takeru cringed

so he was talking to you

he was no stranger to your name as he once teased his uncle for being whipped and got an hour long rant about how beautiful you were and nice and angelic and how you were just an angel on earth

so yea he knew you

tooru’s voice became clearer as he stepped foot into the kitchen

even a child like him could tell his uncle was basically in love with you

and he doesnt even really know what love is!!

‘disgusting’

the child said and tooru, who believes in ghosts and is the biggest scaredy cat, shrieked at the sudden voice

‘oikawa-san? what’s wrong?’

your voice could be heard through his phone but tooru quickly told you good night and ended the call before he got off the chair and crossed his arms to stand in front of takeru

‘what did you say?’

he asked and takeru looked up at him, mimicking his pose

‘i said, its disgusting, uncle’

oikawa looked offended

‘what?! how could you say that?!’

takeru shrugged then he walked over to the fridge

‘yozora-kun told me that girls have cooties and we would die if we get it’

god it was such a childish thing to say but to an actual child like takeru, it sounded perfectly valid

‘its gross and nasty and he said you get all sweaty and you get a fever and ew’

tooru shook his head in disbelief before going over to help the boy get a glass

‘its not nasty or gross or disgusting, takeru. its actually,,, really nice. you dont die from it and you get sweaty when you get nervous and you dont get a fever, you just get flustered, thats all’

takeru still didnt believe him

‘well, he also said girls become monsters and they would eat your face’

KFJDSLFJSLDKIM SCREAMING

oikawa chortled

‘what?!’

‘you heard me. all girls are monsters and you should protect yourself, uncle’

but when he met you, my oh my, you were no monster

you were,,,,,, really really really pretty

poor takeru doesnt really know the real meaning of beautiful so he settled on you being really really really really pretty

like when oikawa dragged him in the gym, takeru stared at you

his mind couldnt process on the fact that someone as pretty as you even existed

but that doesnt really say much since hes only like 8

BUT STILL

oikawa was hurriedly shoving them both in the gym and he was annoyed that takeru was just standing there but he was really just watching you as you scurried around to give the team their towels

‘takeru! come on!’

tooru’s voice snapped him out of it so he finally walked forward

‘y/n-chan~!’

oikawa called out and iwaizumi was about to yell at him for being late but you already had your bad bitch face on and you were strutting over

‘oikawa tooru, do you know how late you are?!’

you scolded and pulled his ear down to your height

‘eeeehhhh~~??? y/n-chan dont be so rough! it hurts! dont hurt oikawa-san!’

he teased to ease your anger but you sucked in a sharp breath

‘ill make sure it hurts more’

oikawa turned pale and started pleading and stuttering

‘please pleaseplease y/n-chan, i had to pick up takeru and it was a total mess and-’

at the mention of takeru, you let go of him and you finally caught sight of the little boy

ohmygee he was so adorable and youre just a sucker for adorable kids so you kinda squatted to his height since the height difference wasnt that big

you gave him a big smile and waved a hand

‘hey, you must be takeru. im y/n’

the poor kid’s face turned red unknowingly and he stiffened before nodding aggressively

‘my name is oikawa takeru and i am 6 years old’

he hand out his hands to prove his age and you giggled before nodding

‘my name is l/n y/n and i am 16 years old’

you held out 10 fingers then switched to having 6 up like he did

‘waaaa youre,,,’

the boy paused to subtract with his fingers before looking up at you with wide eyes

‘youre 10 years older than me!’

you sweatdropped at the sudden thought of being old

‘hmm i guess i am’

you tilted your head to the side and continued to talk to the boy, completely oblivious to the stares from the others

they all sported a bright red blush and red ears at the thought of you being so good with kids and what if it was their own?

kindaichi gasped and held his hands to his face to cover the burst of all shades of red that decorated his entire face

OHMYGOSH THEYRE SO WHIPPED WHAT

‘ne, nee-chan, i know you’

takeru spoke as you led him to sit down on the bleacher, away from the practicing team and from any rogue balls

‘oh? you do?’

‘eung! uncle talks about you all the time! and he calls you too! i live with him, see, and nana yells at him for being on his phone during dinner because hes talking to you’

takeru admitted and you turned red, suddenly flustered

‘he talks about me? what does he say about me, take-chan?’

the little boy paused, holding his chin to think, then he lit up

‘he calls you beautiful goddess y/n-chan!’

YALL TAKERU IS SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK

‘he does?’

you asked, wholeheartedly surprised

takeru violently nods his head

‘yes! uncle talks about you all the time! my friend yozora wants to meet you too!’

‘hah? who is that?’

takeru sheepishly scratches his cheek

‘yozora-kun told uncle that girls are gross but uncle got mad and told him you were different because you were pretty and nice and yozora wants to see if you really were’

you laughed at the childish claims of this yozora boy

‘well,,, take-chan, do you think im gross?’

you asked, making the boy flustered again

‘no,,,, nee-chan is really pretty’

he mumbled while twiddling his fingers and you squealed before hugging him

‘oh, take-chan! you should visit more often!’

takeru nodded, smiling at how warm you were

‘eung! i love nee-chan! see? i can say i love nee-chan because im not a coward like uncle!’

you pulled away just slightly with a raised eyebrow

‘what are you talking about, takeru?’

the child puffed out his chest and his lip took on a smug angle

‘uncle talks to the mirror every morning! he says hes practicing! he takes forever just saying he loves you in the mirror and he doesnt let me pee! but its okay! because uncle can keep being coward but i get the pretty nee-chan!’

a disbelieving smile settled itself on your face and you absentmindedly caressed his smaller hand

‘what else does uncle do, take-chan? you see, nee-chan wants to tease him!’

takeru paused then lit up

‘oh! before i was born, mama told me uncle ate flowers because he thought his fart would smell like roses!’

‘hah?!’

your cries of shock made the boy laugh and you joined in with him

‘also! iwa-nii made me a tree house, right?! and uncle wanted to go in but he was too big so he got stuck at the front door! iwa-nii had to take the front part out and used soap to get him out!’

your cackles attracted the now ready captain and oikawa had an uneasy look

that little brat mustve told you some embarrassing stories based on how you laughed

‘oi! takeru! you shut your mouth right now, young man!’

he shouted and quickly stomped over to you at the bleachers

but you held the boy close, protecting him from the angry brunette

‘no! you stay away, oikawa-san! nee-chan will protect you, take-chan!’

you proclaimed and takeru was more than happy to snuggle closer and stick his tongue out at his uncle

you had a similar mischevious look and a wide but scary grin on your face that spelled nothing but trouble

was he,,,, being blackmailed right now?

tooru was scandalised at the thought and the act causign him to lunge over to you, tickling your sides so you could loosen your grip on the child

but you held on, giggling loudly causing takeru to also laugh when tooru’s fingers would touch his side too

‘no! stop-! ack-! tooru!’

you shouted but tooru was able to find an opening to grab takeru by under his arms and you reached over to grab him back but he was already lifted high

‘now what did you tell her, you brat?’

‘nothing!’

takeru shrieked but tooru hummed, not quite believing him

‘i dont think so’

tooru sat down on the floor and placed takeru on his lap with his fingers quickly hitting his ticklish spots

‘NOOO!!!! UNCLE!!!!’

you giggled and joined over, completely forgetting where you were and what your responsibilities are

okay can we take a second on how cute this moment is?

like despite the team practically being in love with you, they couldnt help but think of how much you guys looked like a family

iwa herded everyone to stop staring and keep practicing bc he knew that this was the first time tooru has been truly happy in a very long time

by the end of practice, you and takeru were practically best friends already

you were very sad to have to let him go home but he promised to come back soon

tooru gave him over to iwa so he could talk to you while you were packing up

you were putting on your jacket when you felt him tap your shoulder

with a smile, you turned around and he mirrored your grin

well,,, it was more like a shy and bashful grin

from behind him, you could see takeru being lifted by mattsun and his laughter echoed in the wind

tooru noticed your gaze then chuckled softly

‘thank you for,,, yanno,, keeping him busy’

you waved your hands around with a laugh

‘nonono! its okay! really! hes so adorable that i look forward to seeing him again!’

he let out a relieved sigh then placed his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet

‘y/n,, youre really good with kids’

that comment made you flustered but you waved it off

‘nah, i just connect with them more. theyre so easily entertained and the innocence is nice’

‘well,, youll be a great mother in the future’

you chuckled then ruffled his soft hair

‘youll be a great father in the future then oikawa-san’

at first, he was just going to laugh it off but then the image of you playing with a child who possessed chocolate brown locks and beautiful e/c eyes appeared

he turned red and he fumbled for a response, completely speaking gibberish with no idea of what to even say

unfortunately for him, the team was not in a far distance and they could hear oikawa sputtering nonsense so to ‘help’ him, they started shouting for you guys to hurry up

‘come on! lets go, you guys! the bakery closes in a 10 minutes!’

makki yelled and you perked up and waved to signal you were going

‘come on, oikawa-san!’

you grabbed his hand and pulled him along

takeru noticed his uncle’s red face and a cute sly smile creeped up on his face

‘hmmm,,,,’

then he started a plan

and wow god must’ve wanted him to succeed because its like the fates and the stars and the universe just aligned

takeru was walking with his mom around a supermarket when he noticed your familiar h/c hair

‘y/n nee-chan!’

he shrieked before he could even stop himself and you were startled, wildly looking around for the person who said your name

‘nee-chan!’

takeru shouted again, running away from his mom towards you

‘takeru-!’

yall what is oikawa’s sister’s name? lets name her ‘tara’

tara shouted for her son and ofc ran after him when he didnt listen

‘takeru!’

you greeted back and winced a little when the force fo the little boy crashed into your legs

‘nee-chan! momma, look its nee-chan!’

takeru said when his mother caught up to him

‘oikawa takeru! you never run in the store like that again, you hear me?’

she scolded but then smiled up at you

‘oh hello darling, you must be y/n. im tara, tooru’s older sister and takeru’s mom’

she outstretched her hand for you to shake so you awkwardly shook it

‘uh-im l/n y/n’

‘momma! shes the pretty nee-chan i told you about! and shes the one uncle talks to every night!’

you cringed a little when takeru was excitedly talking as he was attracting other people with his loud voice

tara bless her heart noticed your discomfort and told you to go and follow her to the checkout if you were done

she ended up paying for your stuff despite your protests but she excused it as ‘consider this as payment for putting up that idiot brother of mine’

takeru wanted to show off so he held your bags but you still held on to their own to help tara out

‘ne, nee-chan! why are you not with uncle? its practice today, right?’

takeru asked as you three walked down the street

‘natsu’s sick so i was picking up some porridge for him to eat. i excused today because i wanted to take care of him’

takeru lit up

‘nee-chan! you should come over! nana wants to meet you too!’

tara rolled her eyes at her son with a smile

‘no, take-kun. nee-chan needs to go home to look after-’

‘ah, its okay, oikawa-san! natsu wont be awake for a while so i can spare an hour or two’

‘yey!’

tara made small talk with you while takeru hummed in front of you

‘thank you so much for putting up with my two boys, y/n. i heard from hajime that you kept takeru company while tooru practiced’

you nodded

‘it wasnt a big deal though. i love takeru, hes a sweetheart. and oikawa-san takes good care of him’

tara chuckled

‘as much as takeru loves to poke fun at tooru, he really does appreciate him you know? without a father, i worried on who would be his male figure. but tooru lived up to his title and takeru wants to do everything he does. like say, volleyball’

you followed along and you could see the little bits of tooru even by the way takeru walked

the little skip that his uncle had seemed to copy itself on to the nephew with even the happy humming

‘oikawa-san is,,, a really great person’

you off-handedly mentioned and tara looked at you from the corner of her eye

warmth blossomed in her chest because although she knew how much of an insecure and rash person her brother was, he deserves someone who talks about him with such love in their voice

even the look in your eyes was enough to make her think,

yep, you are the one

omg nana oikawa is ltr head-over-heels for you already

the love for y/n is an oikawa thing

when takeru opened the door, nana oikawa rushed to greet her grandson when she saw another person

a girl

‘nana! nana! this is y/n nee-chan! uncle’s pretty goddess!’

uwu nana knows who exactly you are

lets just say shes exactly like takeru and has witnessed her son lovingly talk to some y/n girl at 3 in the morning

and her son has expressed his love and admiration towards you every chance he can

so yes lets just say she knows who you are

thats why nana brightly smiled and quickly ushered you into the house

‘oh come in! come in! takeru-kun, go lead y/n-chan to the couch and make her comfortable! ill get tea!’

takeru nodded and he grabbed your hand with his small one to go to the living room

you awkwardly sat stiffly, not exactly knowing what to do as this entire family seemed to know who you are

takeru settled himself beside you and was actively talking about what they did at volleyball practice today

you were enamored in his story that you didnt notice nana walk in with a try of tea with tara trailing behind her with cookies

you moved to help her but nana shook her head with a gentle smile before sitting down at the chair beside the couch

‘here you go, dear’

you bowed slightly and held the cup of green tea

everyone was now settled and you were nervously tapping your finger against the cup

you dont even know why youre nervous

its like youre suddenly meeting your boyfriend’s family without your boyfriend actually there

‘so,’

you jumped a little at the voice of nana and she smiled at you

‘oh dear dont be so nervous! we’re not that bad! we dont bite’

‘unless you want us to’

takeru whispered and you giggled, ruffling his hair with your free hand

‘so youre the famous y/n-chan then?’

you nodded again

‘takeru told us all about his adventures at seijoh the other day and, well,, he likes to tease his uncle but,, we believe him’

tara smiled, remembering her son’s words

‘nee-chan, i told them that uncle was very weird and shy and awkward and it was so weird’

he whispered, yet still able to be heard by everyone in the room

‘oh my, when we heard that we couldnt believe a person, much less a female, could even do that to him! i worried that my son would never develop interest in any girl but it seems i was worrying for nothing!’

nana giggled and you couldnt help but smile, realizing her laugh sounded exactly like tooru’s

‘you know, y/n, tooru’s never really had a crush before. and believe me, id know but even with his last girlfriend, which was also his first, he didnt seem interested at her in that way-well, maybe he was but he wasnt exactly enamored with her like he is with you’

you knew little about tooru’s first and last girlfriend

it was the butt of mattsuhana’s jokes all the time but you never partook bc you could see how,,, sad,,, tooru looks whenever its brought up

but you turned red,hand waving at her last comment

‘oh nonono, youre wrong. uhh, how do i say this,, oikawa-san,,, he just appreciates me bc,, i,,, reject his advances,, and,,, bring him milk bread,,, and banana milk,,,, and such,,,’

you trailed off and the two older women shared a look behind their cups

heh, it was refreshing to have tooru do the chasing this time

‘you must be wondering how, we, you know, know you, right?’

you nodded at nana’s question

she chuckled then placed her tea down

‘you see, we are aware of tooru’s,,,, expiditions. and by that, we mean the interest of others in him and his returned interest. but hes our family so we know that his interest is,, actually fake’

you looked down, knowing exactly what shes talking about

‘especially with girls, we see his annoyance, his ignorance, and we’re not proud of it. but with you, when he talks about you, its as if he was talking about the,,, the love of his life!’

you were startled, not sure if you should be proud of that or confused about that

‘mom! dont say that!’

tara nagged but nana shrugged her off

‘no, i want to express my gratitude for this girl. y/n, i want you to know now that,,, my son is damaged’

‘takeru cover your ears’

tara hurried and the boy shot his mother a confused look but still did it anyways

‘tooru,,, feels that he shouldnt burden us as he’s now the man of the house after his father and i’s separation. and,,, perhaps its the past of his father’s but,,, he doesnt let anyone in, except for us and hajime’

nana oikawa’s eyes held sadness

a raw emotion that shouldnt be shown to a stranger but by how much and how often tooru talks about you, she practically knew you already

‘and he refuses to do anything that isn’t necessary. he hates doing pointless things unless they will serve him purpose in the future thats why he focuses on that damn sport so much, even giving himself injuries! i worried and worried for him but then,, you came along. all the sudden, i see the life in his eyes that was wrongly taken from him, be replaced and its all because of a girl. ive never heard tooru talk about someone else other than his team or hajime so it was quite a surprise for us that he found someone who was, what he considers, worth his time. and the way,, the way he looks when he talks,,, y/n, i believe you are what he says, an angel’

a sudden wave of tears appeared as nana oikawa looked up to meet your eyes and you let out a stiff laugh but you tightened your grip on your cup

‘you are,,, my son’s angel’

DKFLJSKDFJDSLKFJSDLKFJD MY FEELS

the conversation was quickly shifted by tara as she could see the conflict in the way your eyebrows furrowed and the rapid movement of your pupils

she knew that you were probably still at a stage that you didnt realize your captain’s real and authentic feelings for you and she didnt want you to find out this way

tara knows how emotional her mother can get regarding her son so she switched to another topic to not get too in deep with the whole situation

next thing you knew, you were giggling and laughing at nana oikawa’s merciless onslaught of her son’s childhood events

you attempted to hide your laugh by sipping your drink but it still came out wholeheartedly

‘yes! i wondered for a whole week as to why my roses were disappearing and i never would’ve thought id find my son eating them at 6 in the morning!’

nana cackled while takeru was so laugh-tired that he slumped over to your side, completely breathless

‘oh! dont forget the mickey mouse one! you see, y/n, we spent about a week at my aunts house and tooru saw a mouse! the poor child woke everyone up at midnight, screaming about a mouse sleeping next to him! and just to top it off, we visited disneyland and, whew, we just know now to avoid mickey mouse. to this day, that child is still traumatized by that cartoon’

meanwhile at seijoh,

oikawa was sneezing nonstop and iwaizumi has bonked him many many times now

‘OI! IF YOU GET SICK RIGHT NOW I WILL HIT YOU!’

‘OH GREAT! ILL BE SICK AND HAVE A CONCUSSION AT THE SAME TIME! THANKS IWA-CHAN!’

tooru irritably snapped and iwa was even surprised at how snippy he was

‘oi, what crawled up your ass and died today’

oikawa pouted then stomped his foot like a child

‘y/n isnt here today’

‘oikawa shes taking care of her cousin! she has a life outside of us you know?’

makki teased but flinched when tooru stomped his foot harder

‘but im her life! im all she needs!’

the entire team sweatdropped at the sight of makki and mattsun holding back their bara arms vice captain from beating up their captain

‘ill be sure to give him mickey mouse stickers next time!’

you teased and they laughed

there was still remaining giggles left when the door handle twisted and the front door opened, revealing the man of the hour himself

takeru perked up and ran to the door to greet his uncle

‘uncle! uncle!’

he exclaimed and tooru sighed before grinning at him

his ears twitched at a familiar muffled giggle but he thought nothing of it by excusing it as him missing you so much that hes now hearing you

the thought of you dampened his mood again

‘uncle is too sad to play with you, takeru’

takeru’s head tilted to the side and one eyebrow was raised

‘heh? why? iwa-nii bonk you too hard?’

tooru shook his head solemnly

‘no. my darling wasnt there today and-’

‘oikawa-san, welcome home’

you emerged into the small hallway and tooru’s jaw dropped

then he snapped out of the surprise and ran straight towards you, picking you up and twirling you around

‘Y/N-CHAN~~~~~!!!!!’

he cheered and you giggled, trying to hold on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself

‘dont be so loud, oikawa-san’

you chided but with a smile

tooru calmed down however he still held you in his arms and was looking up at you with a grin, completely missing the fact that youre even at his house

‘its so nice to have y/n-chan greet me at the door. its like i have a wife! you wanna be my wife, y/n?’

you blushed a deep red and flicked his forehead

‘oikawa-san, your mother and sister is-’

you whispered harshly but a sudden shout made you both turn

‘NO! NEE-CHAN IS MY WIFE! NOT UNCLE’S! SHES TOO PRETTY FOR A COWARD LIKE UNCLE! I WILL FIGHT FOR NEE-CHAN! SURRENDER, UNCLE!’

you and oikawa looked at each other exasperatedly but with a fond look in your eyes

‘go’

you whispered

‘avenge me, oikawa-san’

that was enough for him to drop you gently and run to tackle takeru, who was giggling and kicking the air

you returned to your spot on the couch but shrunk back at the smirks the two oikawa women were directing to you

nana oikawa wanted you to have dinner with them so you stayed and oikawa held your hand under the table

even though they could obviously see it but yanno just stay quiet

‘y/n-chan, as much as i love you being here and meeting my family, how did you get here?’

takeru proudly raised his hand and swallowed his food

‘I BROUGHT NEE-CHAN HERE! I SAW HER AT THE MARKET!’

tooru nodded and reached over to ruffle his head

‘thank you, takeru! you turned uncle’s bad day to a good one!’

you turned to him with a worried look

‘huh? did something happen while i was away?’

tooru shook his head and pouted at you with his puppy eyes

‘y/n-chan wasnt there at practice today and oikawa-san missed her very much and-’

‘oikawa-san, please refrain from speaking in third person’

‘BUT Y/N-CHAN-!’

again, the two oikawa women shared a look

yep, you are the one

oikawa naturally took it upon himself to walk you home by saying ‘y/n-chan shouldnt walk home by herself!’

but in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you because he didnt get to do that today

he just wanted his daily fill of you

O_O

aNYwAys

you both were walking down the street, hand-in-hand

KDSFJLSDKFJ FLASHBACKS FROM THE OIKS ROUTE

‘i love your family, oikawa-san’

you said and he giggled

‘well, just wait a few years and youll be a part of it too’

you blushed and smacked him on the chest making him wince and exagerrate an ‘ow!’

‘your mom,,, really loves you. and your sister, and takeru! theyre really nice and im happy your family loves you so much’

‘what about you? do you love me?’

you hummed

‘eung! i love oikawa-san! and the boys! i love all of you!’

DKFLJSDKFJSDLKFSJD NOOOOO FLASHBACKS AGAIN TO THE KUWS EPISODE OF THEM LEAVING AND OIKAWA TELLING HER HE LOVES HER ANDFJDKFJSDKFLDKJ ACK! FEELINGS!

oikawa had a sad smile on but he didnt push any further

‘well! you met my family already so now its my turn to meet yours!’

you turned to give him a deadpan expression

‘oikawa-san, my father chased you with a broom. i dont think its safe for you to even step foot at my front porch’

oikawa scoffed and puffed out his chest smugly

‘hah! your oikawa-san is a strong man! he doesnt get scared over some broom!’

‘oh! oikawa-san! i need to get your opinion on this! i want to give iwa-san this mickey poster but-’

noticing that oikawa was no longer walking beside you, you turned around to see him staring at the spot you were previously at

‘oikawa-san?’

he didnt answer and you giggled

‘oh? is it mickey mouse? you scared?’

you neared the phone to his face and then his eyes settled on the terrifying face of the disney character

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAAAAAAAA WE FINALLY GETTING THROUGH REQS AND IM SO HAPPY THAT MY TEACHER IS SO NICE AND OMGOMGOMG MY FRIEND GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW A BIRD GOT INTO OUR CLASSROOM AND SDKFJDSLFKJSDLKFJSDLFKJNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways, how yall been? i know ive been gone for a hot sec but uwu hey!!!

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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@corruptedconfessions asked: “I can smell you~” and “You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.” for Bakugo maybe???

Prompt: Demon!Bakugou - “I can smell you~” and “You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.”

Spooky Prompt Masterlist

a/n: You didn’t specify which creature so I picked for you, ahhh hope you don’t mind!!!

Warnings: Noncon, slight degradation

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His footsteps sounded near thunderous, drawing closer to your position and causing your blood to run cold.

You’d been so, so stupid―thinking you could ever escape him. Stupid enough to think that making a deal with this menace of a demon was a good idea, and stupid enough to try running from him when you found out the price for his already enacted help. Your life was just a sad list of stupid decisions really, ending with your current one: hiding from him under the bed.

“I can smell you~” The deep baritone of Bakugou’s voice bounced off the walls of your home, tone ever so painfully taunting.

As he finally reached the bedroom you were hidden in, you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle any noises. Which was a smart decision, when the abrupt commotion of the demon kicking your door right off its hinges would’ve earned a shrill scream had you not preemptively stifled it.

With teary eyes you watched him enter the room from underneath the bed, only able to see up to his shins. Slowly, he ventured closer to your position. “I know you’re in here, be good and come out so this doesn’t have to be harder than it needs to be, yeah?”

Mouth dry and body still, you dared not move a muscle. You prayed for him to just leave you alone, give up on your sad attempts of weaselling your way out of his wants and head back to wherever he came from.

He stopped for a moment right in front of the bed, and as he completely disappeared, a blink and his form had vanished, you thought that he really had given up.

This time you did let out a shriek at the feeling of a hand wrapping around your ankle. You desperately clawed at the floor as Bakugou dragged you out from your hiding spot, attacking from the side of the room that you weren’t watching.

He ignored your cries and pleading words for him to stop, a wildly enraged grin on his face terrifying as he threw you onto the bed.

Instantly, you grappled against the sheets in a frenzied attempt to get away. That too was met with similar resistance, Bakugou gripping your leg and yanking you back to him. Fresh tears were streaming down your face as his towering frame climbed on top of you, straddling your hips and pinning your wrists above you with one hand.

“You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.”

Seeing his free and clawed hand come down to your shirt, you began writhing under his hold with everything you had. “Pleasepleaseplease don’t, I’m sorry!”

“Shut the hell up! We made a deal and you were dumb enough to try and fucking get out of it.”

No amount of pulling against his grip did anything, him being stronger than life itself. He tore away at your shirt, followed by your bra, shredding both to pieces until your upper half was left completely bare.

“S-Stop, Bakugou. I didn’t mean to―”

“What, didn’t mean to try and run away? That’s what you were gonna say, right?”

Before you could get out another protest, he was decimating your jeans in the same fashion as the rest of your clothing, now choosing to kneel in between your legs. You looked up at him, eyes wide in terror as he drank in the sight of your almost naked body, save for the flimsy lace panties remaining.

“I fucking told you not to run, but you didn’t listen. S’not my fault your stupid human brain needs to be taught a lesson.” His hand finally came down and ripped through the thin and lacy material.

You parted your lips to defend yourself, only for Bakugou to shove your now destroyed panties inside your mouth, effectively muffling any further protests.

He laughed to himself at your fearful expression, its energy only giving him more power. “I don’t wanna hear it, you brought this on yourself.”

You choked on a cry as his hands began to wander, a nauseating pit settling into the bottom of your stomach, only worsening at his crude words.

“...Now, why don’t you take your punishment like the good little slut I know you are.”

#yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere bakugou katsuki #yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere x you #tw noncon #tw degradation

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the-actor-himself · 4 years

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"Where do you want me to cum?" with Damien making sweet soft love to Mark (Because the boys are soft but IF Damien tops... HE T O P S)

Mark is a man who exudes social dominance like one might a particularly fragrant perfume. He rules conversations, his laugh booms above most others in a party, and he thrives on being the center of anyone’s attention.

Damien, on the other hand, tended to use a more deft hand. Listening until he had a particularly insightful addition, smothering chuckles behind hands, leaning on his cane and watching with a smile as Mark performed.

Those who knew the pair often marveled at their partnership. It seemed a clear enough picture to them; what these two must be like alone at home, in the privacy of their bedroom? Perhaps it was inappropriate to gossip, outlandish to assume—

That never stopped people.

Damien often relished, softly, without malice, in knowing just how many of them would be wrong in their assumptions.

Mark’s nails are digging into his forearms, thighs trembling on either side of Damien’s hips. His head is tilted back, face flushed and lip caught between pearly teeth. Damien wants to kiss him, but he’s also terribly attached to the sounds that he knows will come if he leaves that mouth unoccupied.

The good Mayor moves, slowly drawing back, and Mark shudders, knees trying to dig into his sides, wanting nothing more than to be filled. Damien hums fondly, and his thumbs sweep in slow circles over Mark’s waist. “ So eager tonight, ” he murmurs, and delights in the way Mark’s blush darkens. “ Mmm... So desperate. But you’ve been so patient, haven’t you? Letting me savor you like this. ”

Damien rocks his hips forward again, and lazily buries himself to the root inside of the actor writhing under him. Mark keens, clenching tightly around him. Damien’s nails press more firmly into Mark’s skin for only a moment before relaxing again. “ Hmm... let me hear you say it again, Mark. One more time. And I’ll give you what you want. ” He presses in closer, and the change in angle makes Mark nearly sob with need.

“ Where do you want me to cum? ” Damien whispers, and Mark’s body twitches, quivering, eyes dark and bottomless with need. His lips part, and the breathy exhale that precedes his words carries all the barely-bottled desire Damien had been slowly cultivating within him.

“ I-in— nnngh, inside me, Dames, please, pleaseplease, I want you tocuminsidemepleasepleasepleASE—!” He shouts, loud and wordless, hips bucking as orgasm rockets through him. He clings to Damien like he fears flying away, like gravity might abandon him. And then he sags into the mattress, like gravity doubled down upon its return.

Damien continues to slowly fuck into him for another few minutes, enjoying the heady whines and overstimulated whimpers, until he gives the older man exactly what he asked for.

#always nice to meet a fan;#it’s best to keep me pleased;#purple anxiety blog #purple-anxiety-blog #marmien #( i do so love when you send me marmien prompts )

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sageinacage · 3 years

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i just thought of this and im so sorry you have to read it

this is how you got the he/him pronouns /j /j

Ranboo had already boarded up the doors. He knew, he knew you were coming all too soon..this was the only thing he knew how to do. He had borrowed Tubbo’s nerf gun. Tubbo was out somewhere, it was only him. No one is going to do what he does, not on his watch.

He shuddered as he heard a bang on the door, oh no, he thought. You’re already here. No, please.. He let out a whine as you kept banging on the door, gasping when the banging knocked down the chair as you swung the door open. He pointed the nerf gun at you, as you grinned deviously at him. “Come on, im-im sorry. Please, pleaseplease..I didnt mean to. I know i stole it all those years ago but you didnt have to come back. I-Im-“

“Sorry? Then give it to me if you really are.” Your grin turned into a soft smile, cocking an eyebrow as Ranboo stood up. “I-..i have inches on you, Sage!” He awkwardly fought back, almost falling back down in a fit of giggles when you squeezed one of his hips. “And? i have hands.” (insert u know i had to do it to em pic here)

After a long while of convincing, Finally, Ranboo gave you the gender. The gender you always needed. You went home, smiling softly as you changed your pronouns to He/They.

AGAIN, I AM SO SORRY

HELP??!?@$RNMEKWKJSKJDKSJKSJFH THE LAST STATEMENT IS SENDING ME

"The gender you always needed. You went home, smiling softly as you changed your pronouns to He/They." THIS IS SO GOODHKJDFSKJHDSFKHJ

#gargalethezzia #asks

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wthcew · 4 years

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Nightmares And Dreams

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Warning: This is smut. I wrote it just to see if I can write it😂

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Tim had bad days, of course he had, everyone have those, but this day was a nightmare. Why? Because he have a migraine. He couldn't sleep well without his boyfriend (Jason, who was gone now for a week in who knows where because of a mission) so two nights ago he decided not to sleep. And Dick made him promise that he will help him with researches for a case.

Not to mention that Bruce asked him to go to a WE business meet instead of him (not that Bruce came to those meetings anyway).

And to top it all with him being stuck with Damian for there and half hours (because Dick was going to be a little late but Tim should wait for him at the manor), while Damian tells him how horrible he is was definitely a nightmare.

"-ak are you even listening to me?" Damian's voice cut him off from his thoughts and he looked at the boy, blinking slowly.

"That's why we will be doing much better with out you. You can not even listen-" and he kept talking as Tim just blocked his voice out of his head. Again.

He looked at his phone screen, he got a text message from Dick an hour ago that said he was sorry and he will be at the manor any second.

He started to write a message-

'You know what? It's not even my own case. If you wanted me to help you you should have been here three and half hours ago, the time we agreed to meet at. I'm leaving'

- and sent it. He closed his phone, not even bothering to look at the new messages he got from Dick that promise he would be there at any moment now and that Tim should wait a bit more, and pushed himself up from the sofa. He ignored Damian who kept calling him names, said "Bye" to Alfred, receiving a nod and a smile from the man and out of the manor.

When he walked inside his and Jason's home he felt himself relaxing. Jason's smell was in the air, even if it was a little, and Tim knew that he now have to take one of Jason's hoodies (because, Jason's smell) and he will make a cup of tea. He don't think his body will take more caffeine (he decided not to sleep two days ago, it didn't mean he did sleep before though).

Tim took Jason's pink hoodie ( The hoodie was once red, by unfortunate incident that involvesv: Tim, washing machine, good intentions and not knowing how to operate a washing machine, the hoodie turned pink and eventually became a pajama -like a lot other clothes) and curled in the bed, covered by a lot of blankets and a cup of tea in his hand.

Jason's smell surrender him and made him relax even more. Slowly he started to drift to sleep so he put the cup on the nightstand by the bed and let the sweet dreamless (and nightmarelss) sleep take over.

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Jason smiled at his sleeping boyfriend. He just came out of the shower, after a long ass mission. Tim was on his back, one blanket covering his feets, another one on his chest and curled around his right hand, another one part on the floor part on the bed and his legs were apart.

Then Jason noticed that Tim only wore his pink hoodie and boxers. An idea started to form in his head and he smirked.

He stripped himself from everything except his boxers and lay on the sheets between Tim's legs, humming to himself.

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Tim woke up moaning, someone was sucking his tip through his boxers. He freed his right arm from the blanket and got himself up, leaning on his elbows, he was met with Jason smiling at him.

Jason pulled away and smiled fondly at him his fingers resting on his thigh.

"Hey Timbo" he said in a quite voice.

"Jay, when did you came back?"

"Just in time to see you here all alone and I just thought, why not make it better?" He nipped into Tim's half hard cock and smiled at the little gasp that escaped Tim's mouth.

"Jay please-"

"Please what?" Jason asked and Tim really tried to talk again but was stopped, suddenly crying out as Jason's mouth placed a wet, open mouth kiss on his clothed cock.

"Come on babe, just tell me what you want and you can have it" he said and went back to sucking Tim's tip.

Tim was now full hard and his boxers made it painfully and he just needs them off- "Jay pleasepleaseplease take my boxers off pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" -and he can't stop saying "Please" until he feels Jason's hooked thumbs underneath the strips of his boxers and it was pulled down, releasing Tim’s erection.

He sighed in relief but that stand only for a second beforehand Jasom licked a strip from his balls to his tip and his breath was catch in his throat.

"God I love the way you taste" Jason moaned and started sucking at the head of Tim's cock.

After couple of minutes Tim started to move, trying to make Jason take *more* and Jason smiled devilishly, pushing Tim's hips down with a strong arm and he started bobbing his head, each time taking more of Tim deeper into his throat as on of Jason's hand massage Tim's balls.

Tim tried to move his hips again but Jason didn't let him. It wasn't like he couldn't take it (he no longer have a gag reflex), it was more just to tourter Tim (like making Tim ask for what he want, Tim barley could talk when they were having sex and Jason knows that).

Little by little Jason had all of Tim's cock in his mouth. His nose touched Tim's smooth skin, just above his dick and he breathed in Tim's smell. And he swallowed, hard making Tim arch his back and moan Jason's name loudly.

Jason moved the hand that massag Tim's balls to the drawer next to the bed, searching for the lube bottle. He cracked the bottle open and sliked his fingers, putting them down Tim's body, looking for the enter to his boyfriend's body, and then he started massaging Tim's rim.

It didn't took long before- "Jay God I need-" -Tim started to beg.

"You need? What do you need? You just have to tell me"

Tim cried out and tried to push Jason's fingers inside him.

Taking a little mercy at his boyfriend he let him and slipped two fingers inside him.

Tim moaned and with fast movements he was rocking his hips against Jason's fingers.

The taller man chuckled and lifted his head, looking up at Tim.

He was starting to sweat, dark hair plastered to the base of his neck, his mouth open in soundless moan, his eyes close and his blash was creeping down to his chest, under the pink hoodie.

'Perfection' Jason thought and then started talking:

"Such a good boy for me, grinning against my fingers, giving me this beautiful cock" Jason whispered in Tim's thigh and then bit it.

He started sucking hickeys on Tim's thighs and smiled at Tim's moans and gasps.

He slicked another finger and pushed it inside Tim, starting to search the sweet spot that will make it 10 times better for Tim.

He knew he found it when Tim screamed silence and breathless scream. Tim's hands were in his hair in less than a second. "Found it" he said and went back to suck Tim while his fingers started tourter this spot.

Tim couldn't stop moaning and gasping. Jason's name and pleases passing his mouth more often than not.

On one particularly harsh suck, Jason curled his fingers, hitting Tim’s prostrate and making the man arch off the bed with a gasp.

Jason closed his eyes, enjoying Tim's sounds and than he himself moaned, it made Tim shiver and shudder under him and than he came in Jason's mouth.

Jason slipped his fingers out of the small man and sucked him through his orgasm.

He let Tim push his head from his softing cock and then Tim claimed his mouth in a dirty and messy kiss.

When Jason pulled away Tim striped himself from the hoodie, and gasp from the cold air against his skin.

"You up to round two?" Jason asked and smirked at Tim's nod.

Tim had bad days, and this day was a nightmare. A nightmare that turned out to be a dream. Why? Because he have Jason Tood as his boyfriend.

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