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hazelfoureyes · 2 months

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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)

I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.

It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldn’t even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time

tag requested: @astraechos , @thekanrojimitsuri2 , @hoeforalbedo , @crazylazybabyk , @oddball08 , @lovingyeet , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it , @random-3455 , @alicehasdrowned , @des-deswain5621 , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @doctorswife221b

When Val released, ‘The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice’, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.

It’s scary but also hot? ☆☆☆☆☆

Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!

I’ve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.

The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.

Until Vox said it wasn’t. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasn’t the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princess’s hotel was busier than ever.

And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastor’s breakout role.

“I said pull it, Val!” Vox slammed his hands on Valentino’s coffee table.

“Vox, baby, you’re being really sensitive about this. I’m literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.” Val took a drag of his cigarette, “Its good for business.”

“Would you rather fuck money, or me?” Vox’s screen glitched.

Val leaned his elbows on his knees, “That’s a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.”

“Augh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And that’s bad for business.”

Val’s eyes fluttered, “What if we like, say it wasn’t him?”

Flashes of Alastor’s face fazed in and out of focus across Vox’s screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.

Val took off his glasses, “Oh yeah, that’s pretty obviously him.”

“What is?” Vox’s face splintered back to the screen.

“Do you—- do you not know you’ve been like,” Val used his cigarette to gesture at Vox’s face, “just straight up playing his porno?”

Vox’s hands flew to his screen, “No! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!” He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, “Wipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban it’s fucking streaming! End of discussion!”

Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. He’d pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. “Whatever you want, amorcito.”

Alastor was quite happy the video went ‘underground’ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.

What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasn’t uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.

“Perhaps I should have thought it through?” He mused.

“Ya think?” Rosie put her tea down, “Was it worth it, at least?”

He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you weren’t even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.

"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.

“Well it seemed you had a good time… not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."

Alastor’s eyes were saucers, “Rosie. Are you implying-,”

“What?” She drew out the word, “I thought you weren’t into those things so of course I was curious!”

He sighed, “I’m not.”

Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, “Sure looked like you were.”

He crossed his arms, indignant, “You don’t have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.”

“Message received loud and clear dear! I won’t bring up the subject again.” She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.

Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.

With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldn’t see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.

With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.

His breath hitched, he hadn’t expected that. “It seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.

His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, “Hellooo,” He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, “Are you… sleeping, dear?”

This is ridiculous.

Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.

Nothing.

"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.

He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.

He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.

Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.

After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.

So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.

It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.

Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.

In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.

But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.

Still.

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.

He held his breath, unconsciously.

With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.

"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."

Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.

Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.

"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.

But today, they were soft and out of focus.

"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.

"Am I dreaming?"

He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."

"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"

Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.

Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.

"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."

He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"

You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.

"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.

A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasn’t his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.

“So gentle. Weird.” You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.

“Was I not gentle before, all things considered?,” he continued his way down your arm.

You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, “More than him.”

His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.

"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.

"When was your last time, mon cher?"

Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."

"You're in hell now."

"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.

"Look at me."

Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.

With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.

Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.

He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?

Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.

He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."

Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.

He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.

A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.

"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.

He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.

No.

Not enough.

Too soon.

A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.

He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.

When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.

Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.

He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.

"My doe?"

Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"

"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."

The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.

"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.

Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"

Suddenly, silence.

The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"

"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.

"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.

"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"

Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.

"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"

"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."

"Yet..." She cocked her brow.

"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."

Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"

"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.

She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"

His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."

He’d remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and then— they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.

But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldn’t have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didn’t afford him freedom than what good was it, really?

"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."

Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.

For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.

To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.

He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.

Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.

The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.

One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.

You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.

And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.

Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.

He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.

When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.”

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mytalemyworld · 3 months

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Yaman: You can't be a brother to me, Alaz. You can't fall in love with anyone. Because you don't know what love is. That's why you are condemned to lose in this life.

oH GOD HERE IT COMES

SOMEONE SEDATE ME I AM NOT READY FOR THISSSSS

You know this isn't controversial for those who love messy ships. Enemies-to-lovers with lots of angst require a tough skin, an unshakeble faith, patience and maybe a stress ball. I mean, I've been there so many times.

But I still can be surprised by how far the writers can go. (Last year I literally gasped because of the Russian Roulette scene in GHBG and now this.)

First of all Sir, YOUR FACE… I don't think I've ever seen such a pure emotion on his face until now. (He looks so handsome btw, innocence suits him as well. I can't.)

Second of all there's unbelievably a good writing and directing here. While he still remembers Yaman's words…he comes face to face with her. His face tells everything.

No…if he can't love anyone, then why is she there? If she, despite everything he did, still comes to him, then how couldn't there be still hope for him?

How could he be condemned to lose when he feels like he's won just by looking at her? What if there's still someone who can accept him as the way he is and is there for him?

Every time his world collapses, he sees her or goes to her. This is the affect she has on him. He hasn't said it aloud yet, but his whole body and soul knows it.

But then…

She stabs him.

Because she thinks he used her at that night as his alibi. A crime that almost took Yaman away from their lives. He already broke her heart by leaving her and not giving a good explanation for his actions…but this... This was the last straw. She just couldn't handle it anymore.

And when you think this is where you should stop screaming or it can't get worse than this…

Alaz: Don't cry, rebel girl. I deserved this.

I AM A PILE OF PAIN AND FEELS

#yabani #asi x alaz

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yandereaffections · 2 years

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Could you do B, J, K, L, and T for Sukuna?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Sukuna is more than willing to leave a pile of bodies in his wake if necessary, in fact he gets excited at the idea, for such a creature like him there wouldn't be a single objection to murdering dozens for you. Not only will he be entertained every step of the way but it's for his love, the ultimate expression of pure and devoted adoration for you, how couldn't he make himself into a bloody mess when it's in your name?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

As you can tell from his overall posture and tone when speaking Sukuna is confident in his abilities, whether it be to strike fear into the hearts of others or swoon you over and have his dear dove melt in his arms, this man doesn't feel anyone could succeed him in anyway

But let's say some human does get on his nerves, maybe it's you being a little brat and showing too much interest in some random person, maybe there was a guy who he heard make sexual comments about you they thought sukuna wasn't close enough to acknowledge, either way there's nothing stopping the beast from making a show out of this feeling in his chest. Expect to have his tongue shoved down your throat after tossing the human that was paying too much attention to you across the room.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's just as cold and cocky as the monster is with anyone else who has managed to be near him, being involved in some type of relationship with sukuna isn't going to save you from the passive comments he makes nor the brutality directed towards others

Though if you do actually react upset to something he said or one of the many violent actions he took you do see sukuna freeze into silence for a minute at maximum. Will he apologize? No, sukuna manages to redirect his full attention to attempting to comfort his love, though it's mainly in the form of possessive promises to you and saying that next time he'll make sure your eyes are covered when he rips someone to shreds as if that helps in the long run

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

If you can get pasr the freighting aura of this beast all of what would be seen as scary or suspicious suddenly turns into tense and somewhat awkward interactions. He would simply demand you stay in his possession as a form of safety or maybe just as a threat if you weren't simply a normal human going about their life, though under the circumstance that you are just some person finding where you're typically located majority of your day to have 'unexpected' run ins with you, learning more of your life before using the information to his advantage, is of utmost importance

Not that he's going to appear as normal to you, sukuna isn't going to hide who he is no matter how you might look at him in seer confusion and horror. Try to run away or just keep all the conversations he attempts to have with you painfully short, it isn't going to dismiss his interest in you. He'll find a way to pin his dearest down exactly where he wants you, violently or not sukuna will have what he wants

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Literally will sigh in annoyance a few feet away from you, muttering something along the lines of how your kind is so emotional before huffing out, turning to you and staring for a moment or two waiting to ask what would calm you down

It's been centuries since he was human, he isn't adapted to such behavior, usually he'd slaughter whatever complication that arises but here you are crying, it's not something he can defeat in physical battle so it's not particularly something he knows how to handle. Sukuna will stand besides you while wiping the tears away, though anything else you'll have to guide and explain to him, which is not fun when you're in the middle of a break down but it'll help him sooth his darling next time this happens

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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I've got soooo many prompt in my Black Widow/Sugar Daddy AU!

Prompt 3 -- [Fishbowl Rescue] Burgess unhappily thwarted from getting Dream for himself, kidnaps him from Hob's protection.

Someone on Hob's staff, made a few terminal mistakes: (1) being on the take for Burgess, (2) thinking regardless of what their relationship might seem like to outsiders, that Hob wouldn't care if Dream was taken; and (3) that there was any situation where anyone, ANYONE, could take from HOB! Let alone take Hob's Dream.

Hob salts the EARTH with all that is, or was, Burgess - there are raging - actual - fires burning all over the world as Hob searches of Dream.

Dream was right, Hob is not a nice man, and Dream is his.

It's a given that Hob is going to kill everyone who touched his Dream, but if there is a mark on him that Hob didn't give him - the person who put it there is loosing whichever body part caused the injury, before Hob kills them.

Dream is pretty sure Hob will come for him (he hopes) if for no other reason than Dream knows Hob views him, at the very least, as his. He hold on to that hope, as Burgess leers at him, naked in this soundproof room surround by cameras; when Burgess puts his hands on him and threatens him with worse; as no one helps him. Dreams wishes(/hopes) for Hob.

Then Hob walks in the door, soot covered, bloody and so achingly beautiful, saying 'Hello, duck.'

Here's the first part of your lovely black widow/sugar daddy au. And now we have more!! So wonderful!!

I ABSOLUTELY adore this version of Hob. To Dream he's the sweetest, most angelic man. He would do anything for Dream, would walk over hot coals for him and spend any amount of money to make him happy. He makes Dream laughs, makes him cum, and is generally the most darling man in the world.

To everyone else? Hob is not so nice. Particularly not to people who hurt his Dream. Generally Hob is happy to outsource his dirty dealings to his employees, but when it comes to Dream it's personal: he personally tortures his ex-staff member for information. He personally hands over money to contacts he's got across the world. He personally sets up the lines of explosives outside of Burgess's hideout.

When he finds Dream in that basement, he has to fight hard to contain his rage. Dream doesn't need to see that, he just needs Hob to get him out. It doesn't matter that Burgess gets away - it will give Hob greater pleasure to hunt him, in fact. The main thing is to get Dream out.

He immediately has the cameras in the room scrubbed and destroyed. And he has multiple staff members scouring all levels of the web in case the footage ever leaks. The basement and the entire place where Dream was kept are totally razed from the earth. Its like they were never there.

Dream is something of a mess, of course. But all he keeps saying is "I knew you would come." Hob has to hide his face and cry while Dream is sleeping because he's just so relieved that his most beloved is alive and reasonably well. Hob is absolutely 100% feral during Dream’s recovery and Dream loves it. He loves the way Hob kneels at his feet and kisses his ankles, worshipping him like a god, promising him in the world. For the first time ever, Dream actually believes. He believes that Hob loves him.

Dream spends a lot of time in the recovery period trying to reassert himself and regain his confidence, and Hob is so supportive. He lets Dream dominate and fuck him, lets him scream and shout. And they also just spend time touching each other under piles of soft blankets, safe and shielded from the world.

Maybe it's (literally) overkill to have Burgess's half-dead body prostated at Dream’s feet when Hob proposes, but Dream seems to like the gesture. Hob presents him with a ruby studded handgun, which Dream happily uses to finish Burgess off.

And he says yes, of course. Not for the money (although that is a bonus), not because he's going to get in the will and immediately dispose of his husband. But because no one can love him as Hob does. And Dream can't quite imagine living without him.

He still keeps the gun.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw violence #cw murder

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onginlove · 9 months

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miles…?

pairing: 1610!miles x black!fem!reader

summary: you win some you lose some.

warning: mentions of death, death, angst, survivor’s guilt

a/n: this was another shower thought. i swear all the good ideas come when ur in the shower 🤷🏿‍♀️

masterlist | taking requests for 1610 miles

you and miles were best friends. you liked him but you never got the chance to tell him. now, you never will.

it started when you were called to help out on a mission at the spider society. you, miles, miguel, jessica, and gwen were all participating in the mission.

“there’s a anomaly in universe 2531B.” LYLA pointed at an orange dot on a screen in front of everyone, showing where the anomaly current location is.

“alright, let’s move it people.”

a orange hexagonal portal opened up and everyone went inside of it, ready to get business done.

“anyone has eyes on the anomaly?”

“i do.”

“sent us your location.”

“copy that.”

you starting swinging towards miles’ location to see a vulture flying in the air. this vulture didn’t look like the others, actually, he looks more advanced than the others.

you quickly got into action are tried to swing on top of him, only to be flung off.

“please be careful y/n!”

“miles, don’t be stupid, im literally fighting a bad guy.”

you got back up and saw people also getting flung.

“we need a way to slow him down!”

“or maybe get him on the ground.”

you waiting till his back was turned and quickly shot a web to his wings, launching you on the back of the vulture.

“get offa me!”

you were tearing the vulture’s wings apart with sparks coming out of it. he was quickly taking out of the sky and onto the ground with you.

you whine in pain from the sudden impact and tried to get up.

you saw miles going towards you to try and get you up, only to see the vulture with something in his hand, a bomb.

“miles back away!”

the bomb went off, making everyone get launched back.

you had ringing in your ears, heard slight coughing, and almost went unconscious. you tried to get up but with all the pain you were dealing with you barely could.

after a few minutes, you were able to limp around to where you needed to go. you saw miguel trying to help jessica up and gwen getting back her consciousness, but you couldn’t find him.

you looked all around screaming his name but no response.

“miles?! miles can you hear me?!”

you finally saw him, laying on top of a pile of ruble with some on him. you quickly removed the ruble off of his and tried to sit him up with your arms.

“miles…?”

“hi y/n.”

“are, are you ok?” tears started to swell up in your eyes as you saw how badly wounded and injured he was.

your watch opened a screen that said “INCOMING CANON EVENT” but you didn’t even dare to look at it, for you were too busy trying to make sure miles was ok.

“it hurts.” was all that miles was able to say. you held onto him as tight as you can, not wanting to let go.

“im sorry.”

his body was still, no breathing, no movement of any kind. the tears that was swelling up went down your cheek as you continued to cry more.

“miles..?” you choked as you saw his lifeless body in your hands.

“i-“ you hiccuped as you tried to speak

“love you.” as the sobs continued, you placed his body down in the ruble gently, trying to see through the blurry vision.

you looked up to see miguel, jessica, and gwen surrounding you and the body. you didn’t care about them, you cared about him.

that’s how you ended up here, in a black dress surrounded by people close to him at his gravestone.

you knelt down infront of it and placed a flower.

“it should’ve been me.”

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales fic #atsv fanfiction #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x black!reader #angst #miles angst #1610 miles x reader #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 #spiderman 1610 #1610 miles #1610 miles morales x black reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #1610 miles morales x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 10 months

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Bumblebee (Transformers) Chapter 5

“No…”

You were quite literally running for your life. When you saw that giant robot show up, you weren’t sure what to think. You’d only manage to get a brief look off its silhouette in the darkness before you forced your body to move. You were just barely navigating your way through the junkyard. You couldn’t see a thing.

You just chose a direction and took off.

But you knew it was following you.

It had to be. You could feel the menacing energy like a cloud over your head.

The lights flickered, and when they blinked back on, you swore you’d never been happier. You were further into the yard than you would have liked, but you could see the exit. If you could just make it to your car, maybe you could survive this.

“Do you really think you can run from me, human?”

Your blood ran cold, and you didn’t even have a chance to turn in the direction of the voice. It shot a missile at the car right next to you, and the explosion sent you flying a few feet in the air in the opposite direction. You cried out in fear. The second your body hit the ground, you could feel the pain hit you tenfold. You’d landed harshly on your shoulder, the sickening crack of bone echoing in your ears. You cried, rolling over on the other side to elevate the pain. Your arm was definitely dislocated.

“How satisfying, it seems you are already incapacitated.”

The trembling sound of his feet getting closer increased your panic. You should have gotten up, forced yourself to. Your legs were still functioning. Surely if you just made it away from this monster you would survive. You could live.

You tried to get back to your feet, you really did, but it was useless, because now the metal giant was standing over you, and the horror on your face must have been entertaining to him.

“Were you the one who sent out the beacon? Where are the autobots!! WHERE IS PRIME!!”

All you could do at that moment was cry. Has your thirst for knowledge of the unknown really led you to death?

“Useless worm.”

It lowered its arm, and when you saw the canon forming, you said every prayer you could think of.

“Please...please don’t..”

The tears were rushing down your cheeks, and when the heat of the canon became present, you closed your eyes waiting for the inevitable. A shot did go off, just not from where you expected. You jumped when the monster over you was sent crashing into a pile of cars. A noticeable hole is now present in its shoulder. Your heels dug into the dirt as you tried to force yourself upright. You could feel the heavy steps of more robots behind you. When you lifted your head, a red and blue painted machine crossed your view. This one was sporting a sword in hand as he flipped in the air, landed in front of you.

“(Y/N)!!”

When you heard Sam’s scream, you thought for sure you were imagining it.

“S-Sam…”

He was running in your direction and there was another large robot following behind him. The bright yellow paint was hard to miss. For a moment you considered if you’d become delusional. Maybe the pain was clouding your mind. When he finally got to you, he helped you to your feet, taking notice of your right arm that was hanging low.

“I got you. We’re here. We’re going to protect you.”

We.

Who were we?

Your eyes drifted back, just in time to see the bigger robot draw a sword. The yellow one tackled the monster that had attacked you, holding down its arm as the other ran his sword right into the robot's chest. It twisted the blade, and pulled it out viciously. When you say the light drained from its red eyes you should have felt relieved. But your mind and body were fighting a battle of control. You pulled away from Sam screaming.

“No…no..no NOOO!! IT’S GOING TO KILL US SAM IT'S GOING TO KILL US!!”

He was alarmed at the outburst. You were fighting against his hold as you screamed and Bee’s eyes turned to you. Lennox and Epps were not far behind with Ironhide. They rolled up just as they saw the scene of your screaming and pleading for your life.

“DON’T HURT ME DON’T HURT ME!!”

Your yells continued and Sam was not sure what action to take.

“We need to calm her down.” Optimus advised. He grabbed the leg of the Decepticon to tow away.

“I-I don’t know what to do…”

Sam was still battling to hold you down and when Lennox walked over, he gave a somber look, slipping something out of his pocket. He bit the cover of the needle off as Epps held down your hands. Sam was stunned when they injected whatever it was into your neck. Your thrashing came to a slow stop. Your words dying out as you continued to let out desperate pleas. Your body sagged and Lennox caught you, lifting you into his arms.

“What did you give her!” Sam demanded.

“A sedative. You saw her reaction.” Lennox wasn’t exactly a fan of drugging people, but in this situation he had no choice.

“I saw this a lot in war. Get used to it kid. We ain't playing house. This is a battlefield. As long as those decepticons are running around everyone is in danger.” Epps words were harsh, but true. A few years ago his biggest worry was surviving high school.

Sam watched your unconscious body solemnly. He was still trying to process what had happened.

“We have to get her back to the hanger. If we take her to the hospital they’ll think she’s crazy.” Bumblebee stood over, looking at you sadly. He felt like he’d failed in every sense of the word.

“We’re best friends.”

Your words ran through his head, and you clenched his hand. Optimus took notice of the defensive position.

“There was nothing you could have done, Bumblebee." Optimus’s words didn’t help much.

He just hoped that on the other side of this, you would survive.

#fear #autobots #care #decepticons #bumblebee x reader #secrets #lies #hurt #optimus prime #saving #truth #battles #scientist #sam witwicky

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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May I ask Happy death day for Kaneki, Haise, Ayato, Karma, reaper(?? Well human Koro sensei) and Juuzou?

We’re going back to that concept, huh? For your information, there was once a request for Happy Death Day where only the Yandere and the darling can remember what happened. This plays either in an established relationship or after the kidnapping.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, controlling behavior, kidnapping, death of the s/o, suicidal thoughts, sadism, mutilation of corpses

Happy Death Day

Ken Kaneki

🔲He literally just dies the moment you died because this boy turns positively suicidal and homicidal after he sees his darling dead, should anyone be near him there is the severe danger of Kaneki attacking them and killing them since he stops using his head. He’s always been ever so paranoid about your safety since your life is basically the reason for him to exist. Now it’s been taken from him, you’ve been taken from him. His life, his heart, his feelings are shattered, cease to exist as a pain worse than Jason’s torture overcomes him and a chilling scream spills from his lips. He screams and cries his sorrow and agony out until he feels like his throat is bleeding but even that can’t stop him from continuing to scream. He wants to keep your corpse, not to devour it but to keep you in this house, to continue his life as if you’re still there.

🔲Instead of having to commit suicide or turning completely delusional and thinking that you’re still there, he awakes with a terrified scream. Shaking, covered in sweat and tears and in your and his home. The poor boy is completely disoriented at first, not able to recognize his own house. Anger, madness and the wish to die blinding his senses…until his eyes land on you. And then he has another full-on meltdown. He bursts out in tears, starts to sob loudly and instantly latches himself on you, blabbering and crying apologies and shaking in utter fear. He doesn’t even want his darling to leave the bed. More like he can’t because the moment they seem to want to get away from his grip he suffers from a cardiac arrest and slams them back into bed. It’s impossible to reason with him and it takes hours for him to think clearly and realize that his darling needs to eat and go to toilet.

🔲So the worst thing is telling him that in fact this might have happened since you’ve had a dream about dying as well which is unavoidable the more he starts freaking out when events from what he thought to be only a dream start repeating. Even without telling him he would have already seen it as real with his paranoia, your little story only makes it worse though. He’s the whole day over the edge and even the slightest sound has him going over in a violent attack mode. He can’t let you die over and over again, even if there are no words to describe how euphoric he is about at least you being still alive and him knowing what is about to happen. If you were murdered that person is screwed because Kaneki will be beyond murderous. He won’t even feel any pain if his limbs would be ripped away from his body, he just wants to stab and hurt that person until they’re long dead and he’s mutilated the corpse beyond recognition.

🔲His previous respect for privacy in moments where he felt more peaceful vanish completely and he is left with a wound in his heart that can’t be healed even after years. He follows you anywhere, even to the toilet or when you wish to shower. Kaneki completely stops functioning without you in his sight, loses all his shit and lashes completely out. Grows paranoid to the point where he crushes and kills even the smallest insects that hurt you mildly and you can only watch and protest as he completely takes over your life. Nothing is allowed anymore and in the worst nights where he dreams about your death, you’re left with a broken pile of a man who cries gibberish and screams and shrieks in anxiety and terror if you don’t touch him or calm him down somehow.

Ayato Kirishima

🌌Rage, utter and complete rage takes over his entire mind and body to the point where all of his surroundings turn blurry and only your dead body remains clear in his vision. He hears a ringing in his ears as he can almost imagine hearing his heart breaking and bleeding inside of his chest. He stands still a few moments longer. Then he explodes instantly, his Kagune and his fists and legs destroying everything and everyone close to him. It’s like watching a wild animal going mad as he doesn’t even seem to notice in his frenzy what exactly he damages as his knuckles turn bloody before the skin regenerates instantly. The only thing spared from his lunatic wrath is darling’s body. It’s only after he has destroyed his entire surroundings and shouted at a corpse that everything hits him and he releases a scream of utter anger and heartbreak, accompanied by a few stray tears.

🌌Awakes much like Kaneki completely distorted as the feelings of resonating rage and the confusion of where he is only infuriate him further. With plenty of willpower and desire to go off a second time and hurt someone in his fury, he’s that close to going on a rampage once again before you finally make your presence known, skittish what you should do and how he’ll react. When his head snaps at you, his eyes are still clouded with fury and the wish to hurt which has you flinching back and apologizing instantly. Instead of mean words, he just freezes completely, eyes widened and a dumbstruck and disbelieving expression on his face as some choked noises come from his throat. In the next moment he just grabs you, shakes you and seems to frantically search for injuries which he can’t find. When he pulls back, he stares at you for a while longer with too many emotions to recognize before he just silently leaves.

🌌His interactions with you for the following hours are strange to say the least. He keeps coming back to you only to stare at you with furrowed brows, grab you by your arms once again to scan you as if trying to spot something he can’t find. His remarks are gruff and mean, have lost their sharper edge as he appears to be almost nervous and hesitant, afraid to say something wrong. He grows visibly more guarded and paranoid the longer the day continues and so do you yet you refuse to tell him, expecting to be mocked and not taken seriously. It isn’t until the hour of death is close that Ayato completely snaps, unable to ignore and play down the uncanny sameness this whole day had to what he doesn’t believe to be a mere dream anymore. Ayato…he won’t admit that he dreamed of this since it’s ridiculous in his opinion. Not unless you admit it first which earns you a alarmed and shocked long glance.

🌌Ayato doesn’t want to talk about this, not even after he’s teared apart viciously the killer who killed you once before. Something inside of him has just been deeply unsettled by this paranormal phenomena. He’s never been someone to be superstitious yet there is no logical explanation for this. Even you had the same dream and remember vividly the pain and the terror of dying. Maybe that is why he freaks out a little bit whenever he dreams about darling’s death again which isn’t unusual after having seen them dying already once. It affects his behavior around you as well. Still a rude and arrogant ghoul, he seems to obviously pay more attention to you now and hesitates when he’s about to truly spit out cruel words. He fears for yet another death of yours from which both of you won’t wake up from, leaving his last words to you as those of the degrading kind. He…doesn’t want to be the indifferent and mean guy in your mind all the time.

Juuzou Suzuya

🔪Juuzou has never been one to exactly grasp his emotions well yet when he is aware of his own feelings, he connects deeply. His connection with his s/o was the deepest bond he’s had so far and with them gone, he has basically just lost half of his heart and soul. The realization doesn’t hit him instantly, his body and brain ceases to function the moment he sees their corpse. The world completely breaks away under his feet and as slowly everything hits him, a searing pain starts to pound in his body and tears force their way in his eyes. A guttural scream, capturing all of his pain and confusion as he kneels down next to you. Just like that he grows quiet, as if this screams cleansed him of all his energy as he just sits there silently. This pain is a unfamiliar one for him, this hole in his heart is new for him and before he knows it, a broken laughter spills past his lips as he grows overwhelmed with grief and rising anger.

🔪I don’t cannon him as someone who is a good sleeper so it’s a sort of raw experience to wake up from his slumber, though he definitely wishes he wouldn’t have slept at all because of this dream. Before Suzuya can do anything though, he has to get a grip on his own emotions as they’re still swirling around inside of his chest. Especially when he sees darling, he goes into another state of shock and a slower process of proceeding informations. The first thing he does is pinching himself, hard. To the point where his darling worries that he’ll actually tear his skin off. The next thing he does is slowly, as if in trance, walking over to s/o. Only to pinch them as well. Not nearly as hard as he did himself, just enough to feel their warm flesh and skin and observe their very lively reaction right before he throws himself on them, another series of broken laughs escaping his lips.

🔪The problem with Suzuya is that he is such a honest person. The dream is still stuck in his mind so it is very likely that he’ll tell you about his strange experience shortly after having seen you alive again. That is going to lead to some sort of reaction out of you since it is disturbing to be reminded of your own dream, especially since Juuzou apparently had the same dream and one look at the calendar tells you which day is today. Even if you try to brush it off or attempt to hide it, if Juuzou notices your strange reaction, he will start pestering you. The boy is a persistent guy so you either cave in or Suzuya himself comes to draw conclusions himself as more and more things starts to repeat themselves and the feeling that he’s already witnessed this day kick in. Whilst he can be quite childish, Juuzou isn’t dumb and since only he seems to recall this day, you have little choice but to turn to him.

🔪He has fun torturing and killing the person who murdered you, it doesn’t exactly matter if it was a human or ghoul in this case. They’ve killed you once and they’ll die ten times themselves for it. It’s a really twisted game he plays with them, a creepy grin on his face. If that person is a ghoul it’s even worse since he’ll inflect a lot of damage that is nearly lethal but not enough to kill them yet so that the regeneration abilities can do their job. Eventually he just kills that person off, gets rid of the body and leaves, feeling happier and better. On the outside he seems to keep the hyperactive and childish personality, he’s actually matured from the experience though and takes some things more serious now. There is a darker and duller glimmer in his eyes when his thoughts wander back to that day and he grows uncannily quiet.

Haise Sasaki

🔳His ears start ringing painfully and his breath starts shaking at first before he goes into full hyperventilation, tears already blurring his vision and cascading down his face as he starts feeling sick and about to throw up his lunch. The world grows smaller and smaller until it just shatters, crushing his heart with it as his world was his darling, his beloved. Memories of you flood his mind as a indescribable agony starts spreading inside of his chest, cutting his breaths shorter and shorter until he is choking and causing his whole body to shake violently. A voice deep inside of him is fuming, yelling, traumatizing him even further as a searing pain shots through his head and leads him to cover his ears in terror. Everything just hurts in that moment as Haise sobs and begs for it to stop, wobbling around on his legs before he’s forced down on his knees.

🔳Tears are still streaming down his face when he wakes up, disconnected from his surroundings and reality as his head is still filled with the fuzzy and dizzy pain. He needs to take a few deep breaths to slowly gain consciousness again, to start to use his head again. The first thing he does is checking on you instantly, heart rate spiking up in fear again as he vividly recalls images of your dead body. Incredibly relieved to the point where Sasaki feels his knees weakening again when he sees that you’re still with him, alive and healthy. He’s speechless, staring at you with wet eyes before he pulls you into a strong hug and starts chanting how much he loves you. Haise makes it a point to not worry you about that stupid dream, decides to not leave you out of his sight either. He’s surely going to feel better once he’s witnessed you fully alive for a whole day to leave that dream behind him.

🔳Unfortunately that does not happen as he comes to realize which date it is and as he recalls events happening exactly as they were in his dreams, leading to him dropping something out of shock as he feels cold terror washing over his every limb. Maybe he is paranoid, maybe not but how many coincidences can there really be? What about you then? Are you aware that you’re going to die today? That is the question Haise asks himself and he observes you throughout the day intently, noticing that you seem far more skittish and anxious than normally. That only seems to grow and increase the more hours pass by and your anxiety is transferred directly to Sasaki who only turns more paranoid himself until he eventually can’t hold it in anymore and has a talk with you. You know something, don’t you? Did you have the same terrible nightmare as him?

🔳Once you’ve told him, it’s over. He’ll most likely place you under security somehow, is on the borderline of begging his team to lend him a helping hand and watch over you and is against leaving you at all. He stays, constantly glances out of the window and has a small heart attack whenever he sees someone watching your house. He wants his darling to survive this day, their safety comes always first. That doesn’t mean that he can leave darling’s murder all alone and free either, he’ll start an investigation of his own and even if it is painful and traumatizing, you have to tell him as much as you can remember about your killer. Sasaki won’t react in the same hysterical way that Kaneki does, even if he wants at least two people he trusts around you in the future. He’s able to slowly relax after some time has passed and nothing else has happened though.

Akabane Karma

🔴Karma is usually a relaxed guy who loves to tease his darling a lot, that never changed the fact that they were a light of his life, someone who meant a lot to him. He keeps a blank face, completely void of the mischief look in his eyes. Something is hurting him inside his chest, something that takes over more and more the longer he gazes at his darling's corpse and together with the pain comes a rage, thirst for revenge that boils his blood. He doesn't cry, not now. Instead he starts laughing out loudly, a crazed and whimpering fit cackles expressing all of his emotions at once. The more the pain sinks in, the more the laughter turns to broken sobs though until the first tear drops down his face. Soon after the first one follows another one and another one until he breaks down crying, devastated giggles still escaping his throat in between.

🔴He's bewildered, almost insecure once he opens his eyes, panting heavily and having broken out in cold sweat. Tired, irritated and still fuming with the wish to hurt someone to hopefully feel a bit more alive again now that part of his joy and life has been taken from him, he gets more emotional than one might imagine when he lays his eyes on you. He almost gets dizzy since he is so relieved, hesitates to show it openly though since he concludes for now that he was just having a bad dream. It would be sort of embarrassing to act all panicked and paranoid now only because of a nightmare, right? Really, he almost acts all casual when he greets you the next morning with his usual teasing greeting and the chaste kiss pressed against your lips. If it wouldn't be for the only subtle way he seems more on edge and is only a bit more clingy.

🔴Karma is a very smart person though so he already starts being suspicious when he realizes that today is the day in his dream. A coincidence or two can happen, your own behavior is quite...weird as well though and that has him drawing new conclusions. It's most likely not even an hour later that he starts bugging you about it and he will get his answers. If the normal question won't do it, Karma will simply use fear and manipulation to force you to concede that something is wrong. He can become quite terrifying the longer you don't answer, he has the best value behind his motives now and you should know that too. It's your life that's most likely on the stake here and he's not risking it. Once you've admitted to having had the same dream, he locks you inside his room and refuses to let you leave. He has to go on a little hunt in the meantime.

🔴If you want to get to know his truly sadistic side, watch him killing the killer because Karma has zero mercy. He's always been ready to be violent and cruel when it comes to defending those close to him and this is taken to a new level because that scumbag was just about to murder his little s/o. The body isn't even cognizable by the end of Karma's torture yet he feels very lighthearted by the view, mocking them even long after their death with sadistic remarks. He's in a better mood when he returns back home and his darling knows what he did already without seeing his smirk. Feels like if he would have just been able to monitor you better the first time in the dream, he would have been able to safe you and so he starts taking more control over your life. It's for your own good, he tells you. It's better if you stay locked in his house and don't go anywhere without him watching you.

Koro

⚫The one time he decided to do his job as an assassin and not stalk his darling and the worst had to happen. It's not like The Reaper didn't play with the thought that his presence could bring you in troubles if someone who knows him finds out. Such emotions are a first for him, he's never quite experienced such a stinging and burning pain like this one even if this plays after the whole experiment thing and losing Aguri. He imagines that this must be the feeling when someone is being shot right into the heart as he confirms over and over again if your heart has really stopped beating, clinging on a pointless hope. The wetness flowing out of his eyes is close to startling him when he touches his wet cheeks and stares at the tears on his fingers for a while before he bursts completely out in tears and silently cries. Especially if he's gotten his power but can still contain his human form he will suffer a small breakdown and end up destroying everything in his nearest surroundings.

⚫He’s probably the calmest of all when he bats his eyelashes open, heart still beating in horror and a single tear escaping his eyes. Koro is someone who needs to think fast and analyze quickly though so after a few moments, he remembers what just happened. Now, he isn’t one to believe in superstitious stuff but that dream was the borderline of frightening and unnerving since it was way too detailed and felt way too real. He can still feel your cold skin under his fingertips, can still smell the scent of blood and still feel the wrath throbbing inside of his temples. Little time is wasted after he’s completely recalled everything that has happened before he decides to do something he wanted to do for a while now but held back so far. That is kidnapping you. His paranoia has taken over, you’ll be safer with him instead of living defenseless.

⚫️Koro feels the final relief wash over him when he sees you just fine, erasing his last worries that you really died. He’s not completely without a plan, he doesn’t go blindly into actions though there might have been a factor that made him hurry up a bit. It isn’t only his paranoia, it’s also the fact that today is the day he felt like he already witnessed once in something he believes to be a dream and it doesn’t do wonders to his patience. He still manages to take you away in a more professional manner and it’ll go especially fast if he has his superhuman strength and speed already. He’s as polite and nice with that practiced and friendly smile of his as possible whilst attempting to explain himself. His feelings, long period of stalking and he even is honest enough to talk about the dream which elicites this shocked reaction out of s/o. He sees this as well and in the next moment he finds out the unpleasant truth.

⚫️To the murderer, you’re screwed either way. Koro is the best assassin known to mankind and it’s either him killing the person whilst still being a full human or him killing them after he’s been the labor rat for a while and gaining amazing powers thanks to it. In this scenario they’re even more screwed because nothing beats him at this rate anymore. He’s fairly cruel himself, he lets the victim feel the true horror of their mistake they have yet to do before he just kills them swiftly and cleanly without much of a mess. The body will either be left behind or he’ll dispose of it before Koro returns to his freshly kidnapped darling. They’re safe now is what he tells them when he returns. He’ll keep them from now on always safe, nothing like this should happen again. You’ll get used to it after a while, you just need to acclimatize and deal with the overbearing assassin.

#yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere kaneki #yandere ken kaneki #yandere ayato #yandere ayato kirishima #yandere juuzou #yandere juuzou suzuya #yandere haise #yandere haise sasaki #yandere ansatsu kyoushitsu #yandere assassination classroom #yandere karma #yandere akabane karma #yandere koro #yandere korosensei #yandere reaper

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I'm so happy you got to see the Barbie movie! It's so great i LOVED it. What part made you laugh the most? For me it was when Allan was like "the Kens only know how to build a wall up and not sideways." Idk why but that bit had me howling. (also!! the Ken song is now on spotify!!)

HAHAHA YESSSS that part with the wall was SO funny I was in stitches!!!!! Literally every scene with Allan was brilliant. The bored "mm" from the Barbies when Allan announces his arrival and nobody gives a shit. WHEN HE'S KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF THE KENS BUILDING THE WALL?? My favorite part with Allan is the little shoutout to "He's Ken's buddy! All of Ken's clothes fit him!" when he says "hey yeah I'm Ken's buddy? all of his clothes fit me--" and then he just starts beating the ever loving shit out of the other Kens. so sexy. and him being so so so supportive of Ken, despite not being in the same frame with him even once (or at least not that I can recall). Him crying when Ken was crying?? Him screaming "NOOOOOO" when Ken was FLAILING after getting knocked over by a wave?? god he's so cute... him saying "great cheer, kens :)" when all of the kens were cheerleading during volleyball??? ALLAN IS SO CUTE............ kissed and thrown into the pile material ❤

What part made me laugh the most?? Oh my gosh, more like what didn't make me laugh?? Every single time Ryan Gosling opened his mouth, I was wheezing. HIS EXPRESSION WHEN HE'S DANCING WITH BARBIE??? SO GOOD. HIM PUMPING HIS FISTS AND CHEERING "YES YES YES" TO HIMSELF EVERY TIME BARBIE ACKNOWLEDGES HIM SDLFKJSDLFD???? His little halfhearted depression dance when Barbie tells him "I don't want you here". and where the fuck does he go, where do they live? Nowhere? The beach, do all the Kens just huddle by the fake campfire for warmth??

THE WAY HE LAUGHS??? "HA HA HAAAAA." ALL THROATY. It's so cute and so stupid. He's got that kind of laugh where you gasp a little bit afterward and scrape your voice so you get that lil bit of grit n' gravel and that's my favorite kind of laugh in the world 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 His laugh always makes me giggle and kick my legs every time I hear it like I've got some sorta CRUSH OR SOMETHIN'.... I will literally sit on the edge of my seat in the movie theater and hype myself up to hear him laugh in that scene. When I can go full Robbie Rotten Pirate and find the movie online I'm gonna be looping that 20 times

DO YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN I'VE HEARD HIM SHOUTING "SUBLIME!" IN MY HEAD ON REPEAT??? IT'S LIKE A CONSTANT TRACK IN MY HEAD OVER AND OVER. I'M STOCKING THE SHELVES OR MIXING DRINKS AT WORK AND I KEEP HEARING RYAN GOSLING SHOUTING "SUBLIME!" IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD LIKE I'M HAUNTED BY A BLEACHED BLONDE FRAT BRO GHOST IN A FAUX MINK COAT WITH HORSES PRINTED ON THE INTERIOR

Another part that made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe was the fucking ambulance scene when he's out of his goddamn mind panicked. And the Barbies holding up the little fake xray piece of plastic and then saying "you're going to be fine, and actually in the time it took me to say that sentence, you've completely healed :)"

Will Ferrell. His whole character. He DELIVERED... god that was so good... the part where he throws the key card and he breaks down SOBBING and then seconds later he's like "OH NEVERMIND WE DIDN'T NEED IT" SDLFKJSDFKLSDFL??? Oh I HAVE to mention there was one scene where I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard, it was when all of the workers in suits were fucking SCRAMBLING to find Barbie, you just see them FLINGING themselves between cubicles shouting "BARBIE" and idk I think it was the way they were wailing her name like that while flinging their bodies, I was just. I was so fucking out of my mind, I had tears in my eyes and I was doubling over in my seat

The goddamn horses... horses EVERYWHERE. We love Horsegirl Ken™. The way he swings his body around one of the poles of the dreamhouse when he's sobbing, right after he kicks Barbie out of the dreamhouse -- sorry, Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House. Him putting on TWO sunglasses so Barbie doesn't see him crying. The squeeeeeeak when he slides off of the truck...

THE ENTIRE DANCE SEQUENCE. THE SPARKLES. THE SPARKLES WHEN THEY'RE SCREAMING AND BARING THEIR CHESTS AT EACH OTHER, YOU KNOW I ATE THAT SHIT UP. "MY NAME'S KEN (AND SO AM I)." THE CHEEK KISSES??? THE DANCE MOVES... WHEN THEY FORM THE DIAMONDS??? Also this isn't related to the actual movie's song/scene but for two whole days I kept hearing Ken sing "blonde virginity" instead of "blonde fragility" during that song and I kept singing the lyrics wrong until I looked up a lyrics video. And I STILL hear "blonde virginity" no matter how hard I strain my ears (I blame my hearing disorders lmao) and it makes sense to me because yeah the dude has no dick and he can't get any pussy if genitals are literally nonexistent in BarbieLand ❤ ace4ace ❤

That's all I can think of at the top of my head, but there are a billion moments that made me laugh so hard, I'd probably just quote the entire movie. Most of them were Ken(s) related. Oh wait, one more honorable mention -- playing the guitar at you for FOUR. HOURS. goddamn CHEF'S KISS

#asks #somethingscarlet13 #barbie movie spoilers #barbie movie #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́-

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extremehoney · 1 year

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I am not the kind of mother I thought I would be in the morning. the one who makes a wholesome breakfast for my child, slowly starting our days together around the table, quietly talking as we drink our orange juices and fuel our body for the day. “Can I have the comic section after you, please, darling” I’d say to my husband as my son works on math problems in between his bites of crunchy homemade toast. ha!

it’s almost the exact opposite: somewhere you can hear Peppa Pig telling daddy pig he’s being too loud, somewhere you can hear someone crying over *literally* spilled milk, somewhere you’ll see one of us running around trying to find missing shoes or rocks or a baby calico critter and a brush to get yesterday’s syrup out of his hair, all the while a beautiful child is shoveling cereal into his mouth like large piles of sand into a pit; halfway sitting up, halfway dressed, probably late to some place important.

The mother I thought I was going to be is still the mother I want to be and can be. But she comes in glimpses now. In bursts. She comes with deep intention. In kneeling down. Not when the dust settles, but when it floats. What can you know, anyways, of what you are to become? If I was everything and everyone I thought I was going to be how could I grow? How could I become?

I made muffins this morning (one package of vanilla cake mix+1 cup water) and still warm from his blankets with pajamas riding up his pouty belly, I handed him one and smiled so big as he ate it standing up next to the stove. He was so overjoyed, nearly screamed as he was handed something so simple. But that’s why we do anything worthwhile, isn’t it?

these muffins just reminded me so much of who I wanted to be and who I can be and who I am. A mother who makes muffins before they rise isn’t a better mother than the one pouring cereal, nearly 1 foot out the door. Both are worthy. Both are wonderful. Both important chapters to understand.

Just a whisper-thought: Maybe being the mother you thought you were going to be isn’t as important as the mother you are right now.

#BeNiceToYourSelf #Mom

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xsapphirescrollsx · 2 years

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Bender

Written: 05 Jun 2020

Pairing: Black Female Reader x dark! Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve Rogers has picked up a bad habit, Asgardian spirits.

Lipstick the color of blood clots smudged against the argyle pattern of the pillow case. Steve’s vision dipped in and out while the bitter aftertaste of bile coated his throat. The flavor didn’t stop his thrusting and him being drunk did little to deter him either. The woman underneath his body writhed, she fought back too. Steve grated his teeth and with one sweaty palm he pushed her face further across the pillow. He spread his thighs wider, dug deeper in her as he pressed her face into the sheet and fucked her harder.

She felt strange. Her skin wasn’t as soft as he liked and something was wrong with how she moaned too, so he shut his eyes tight. Steve jammed his forearm into the back of her neck and thought of you.

With those sad, knowing eyes you had been giving him lately. That was his fault. With the hurtful, resentful tone you had when he drank too much that day. That was his doing, too.

And how you hardly let him touch you anymore.

Your face swam in these thoughts. The smell of you too. But that was most likely because here he laid, with Stark’s assistant, ignoring her pleas to go softer, right in the middle of the bed he shared with you.

Pounding this woman as if she were the one to blame for his mood. Wrenching her arm back, laughing at her tears, like she was the cause of his malaise.

She wanted to fuck the Cap. Perfect soldier, the decent man that helped save the world was balls deep, almost there when her scream shattered into his thoughts. It cracked the facade, shook him up so much that he jerked away. Steve sat up, and at the same time the woman crawled to the floor from the bed. She rolled over on her ass and stared up at him.

He had seen that look before. Fear, shock–but he wasn’t used to seeing it directed at him.

Rolling up the waist of his sweats he barked down at her.

“If you tell anybody about this-,”

“I won’t.” she said with a muffled sob. “I’m leaving. I quit.” she said quickly and adjusted her clothing as she stood up. Steve’s eyes moved with her across the room. She never looked back again after grabbing her purse.

He sat there on his knees until the front door slammed shut. His dick had gone soft and with it the fantasy of fucking a fan went limp. His willpower sagged too.

He glanced at the clock in the kitchen, another hour and you would be home. Steve moved the fridge away from the wall, there inside of a fist sized hole he pushed his hand through.

He pulled a liter sized bottle back out, twisted off the cap and took a long pull of it. Asgardian spirits tasted like centuries old grain plastered in grape jelly. It went down hard but the rush was back. The sticky bitterness disappeared off his tongue and with that he felt nothing at all. Not the whiplash of resentment and guilt of living this long. And most importantly the fear of you finding out what happened today was washed away by another swig.

You wouldn’t hurt from what you didn’t know, he thought.

You looked like you had seen better days. The outline of your hair frizzed and muddled with the sleep in his eyes. Steve blinked sluggishly, with every pass your face became clearer and angrier.

How long have I been out? Steve sat up, his hand crunched underneath something hard and cold.

Where the fuck am I? His confusion spread as he looked from you back to where he was laying. The skin of his cheeks felt dry, it felt tight as he winced at the mess around him. Was I crying?

The smell of gasoline filled his nose, tools from the workbench wall were scattered between you and him. He was on the garage floor, but sat in a pile of parts that was probably of his own making. Nuts and bolts, long silver rods that once looked beautiful were twisted, as were the rest of the parts. Just to your left his eyes fell to the blue and red chassis of his bike, his favorite, it was once perfect but now it looked like a crushed beer can.

You were saying something. But as his metabolism processed the booze, Steve couldn’t hear anything but the bang of his heartbeat in his head. He sat there watching your pouty lips curl and move fast. It wasn’t until you grabbed a bunch of tools off the workstation and threw them that he snapped out of the daze.

The clang had him up, barefeet grazed patches of oil and dirt on the garage floor with little care to how unsteady he appeared to you. The racket stuck in his head and joined the ringing in his ears which in turn kicked off the anger. Maybe you saw it in his eyes, he thought and then ran dirty hands through equally dirty blond strands. You walked back out of the door that led to the house. And as he stared at the door one thought crossed his mind. God, I need a drink.

He just needed a taste, really. The hair of the dog, a little sip, something to knock off the rust in his mind from the night before, so he could really get started for the day. And he could be the man you fell in love with again. Yes, I’ll be the man of her dreams, Steve promised himself.

Steve walked to the cabinet just above the work-station. He threw aside a roll of paper towels, and behind it sat a mason jar of Thor’s secret brew. Steve took a big sip of it. The burn on his lips satisfied parts of him he didn’t even know existed. The pieces of him he held close to the vest cheered that this had an effect on him at all. But the other, the torn and tattered wisps of dignity, plummeted toward despair. And he took another, a deeper drink and placed the lid back on.

And just when he thought the verbal lashing was over, you returned. He shut the door in time to meet the fierceness in your eyes.

“What the fuck is this?”

You balled up a piece of cloth in your hands and threw at his face. He snatched it out of the air, he glanced at it before letting it fall to the floor.

Steve shrugged like it didn’t matter. But he saw it as sure as he knew you had seen it too. The swipe of lipstick you never wore.

Steve rolled his eyes and began to shuffle passed you. And with him being so near the unmistakable odor of alien liquor caught your nose. Your eyes glanced over his features, his eyes were pinpoints--skin dampening in the few seconds that you observed him.

“You’re just a drunk, pathetic.” you sniped back.

He stopped short of walking behind you. Steve glanced at the door to the house, not bothering to look at you, he spoke.

“At least,” he said at first softly. “I wanted to work on it. I came back, for you.”

Steve turned his head to look at you, bringing the full force of repressed anger down on you and yelled in your face.

“You didn’t even try!”

There it was again. The same argument with the very same root of his resentment. You shook your head with a snarl and started to speak but Steve began to walk off.

But you didn’t let him. You stepped up to his right and held his thick upper arm, daring him to look you in the eyes.

“So was she better than me?” you growled. “Did she-”

Steve shook you off in the middle of your tirade. But you were still there, a voice echoing off cement walls. You quickly walked back up to him and held his arm between shaky hands.

“You cheated on me! ME- Steve!” your voice cracked with the shout but he didn’t stop. “I like nobody in this world, not even myself sometimes,” You yanked back on his arm but it did nothing. “But I gave you a chance the first time we met and then I took a chance again when you came back!”

Steve flicked his arm so quickly you stumbled back hitting your hip hard on the workstation corner. You started to sob openly after that. Right there, with his back turned to you, tears slid down your face. Fuck that. Suddenly you sprinted the few steps to the stairs of the door. You used your momentum to push yourself forward, shoving Steve square in the back as he entered the laundry room.

“You think I’m stupid?” you hissed and then after that, no words from you were uttered.

Steve whipped around as you moved to go passed him deeper into the house. He snapped you back to him by the wrist colliding you with his body. Steve pushed his crusty dry lips on top of yours. He was stronger and made use of it by forcing you face first over the washer to his left.

In the tussle you thought of your safety. Certainly the one person you loved the most on Earth wouldn’t hurt you? And as Steve ripped at your pants you relinquished the question to the fact that he had already done so. If it hadn’t been the cheating then it was the drinking, the swearing at you, the late nights. And all because you had abandoned him to his emotions. But he had left you first, and in more ways than one.

You tried to crank your arm back forward from behind but Steve was there, twisting and forcing you to a submissive position.

He had been determined to go back to Peggy. To return to that shit ‘40’s timeline to live out a fantasy. Even after he had married you first.

It wasn’t your fault that after he returned you refused to see him.

That you denied him entry back into your life and heart.

Steve loved you.

“You wanna know how it felt for her?” he choked out between grunts. Steve yanked down his sweats and no sooner did you feel him at your entrance was he buried within you. He felt hot inside you, the fright, icy and left you numb.

Steve chose you.

Steve leaned over your body and jabbed in harder than before. He took his right hand, pressed it to your forehead and dragged your face up from the cool surface of the metal.

“You want to be my whore?” he whispered vehemently.

Shame replaced your fear as Steve’s breath fanned over your face.

“Is that what it takes to get your attention?” he accused and smashed his hips in at a brutal pace against you. “I’ve missed you too, so much sweetheart…”

Steve squeezed your wrists hard, it felt like bone on muscle on iron to the point you cried out. He didn’t let go, Steve ignored it, he continued to hold your forehead forcing you to arch your back.

Your pussy ached, it dripped, to your embarrassment around him. Steve took it as yielding. He accepted your body’s reaction as obedience and continued to assault you.

Steve’s chest pressed against your shoulder blades, the three day grow of his beard scratched against your temple. “-You think this pussy is ready?” he groaned.

You knew what he meant before he uttered another word. Your eyes widened as your shoulders tried to shake loose of his control.

“No protection this time honey. You haven’t been taking that shit for months.”

Steve’s hand slipped from your forehead and moved to the back of your head. He smashed your face into the metal and stood up straight. He held you there, pinned under his weight and emptied his balls into you.

And when it was over, Steve let you go. Your arms fell limp back to the surface of the washer as his soft steps faded away to another part of the house. Shaky hands pulled off what was left of your cotton shorts and panties to the floor.

You walked aimlessly back through the kitchen with your mind stuck on how carelessly he had treated you. And once in the living room there sat Steve, perched on the edge of the couch with his head bowed into his hands.

Steve dragged his face over his hands, fingers over his mouth he stared at you. And when he started to shake his head, when unshed tears made his eyes look like blue black marbles-- you turned from him.

You entered the room you shared with him without a glance to the bed and put on a pair of old leggings. Slipping on shoes, you grabbed your wallet and keys.

Teary eyes stayed forward as you walked from the room, through the living room where Steve still sat, and then without looking back left the house.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Steve awoke to blood coating the vision in his right eye and the taste of it in his mouth. His head laid crooked against the shoulder of the passenger side seat. Steve remembered leaving his house this morning clearly. Or was that yesterday morning? He couldn’t tell which. He just knew it had been weeks since he last saw you. But as his one clear eye rolled to the cracked and shattered windshield, darkness was broken by the beams from the truck's headlights.

How did I get here?

Steve forced his body into a sitting position back behind the wheel. Covered in glass, leaves and a few twigs he dragged himself out of the truck. Which was easy enough because the drivers side door was missing completely. The dinging of the vacant door combined with the cry of pistols scraping on metal within a damaged engine.

How long can I keep doing this?

Steve stumbled through brush a few feet from his smashed truck. He wiped at the cut roughly while mist swirled around his ankles with every step. At the nearest tree, he turned around and leaned against it and then stared at the buckling paint of the hood. Fog began to roll in, it took back the space until the soft glow engulfed the truck. You had said he picked out the most bland truck on the lot. It was the color of daisy petals, not quite white but dull enough to be ignored. Boring. But now, even you couldn’t say this looked particularly dreary.

You were very much not like him in all the right ways. Steve slunk down the bark of the tree to his ass and let the fog swallow him too. He wiped at the blood over his eye again and felt the high of the buzz fade away. You weren’t like Peggy at all either. Thank God, he thought and sloughed off his leather jacket. She didn’t have an off switch. You had passion, pride, but you also knew when it was time to pull back and reassess. Peggy had nothing on you and he was glad that he returned back to you.

The whine of the engine was growing louder. Steve listened closer, it sounded so human. Hell, maybe even his truck was asking him for peace. He tilted his head back against the tree and began to create excuses to hit Bucky with before he would inevitably call him for a ride. In an instant the thought was gone because screams erupted from the forest around him. Steve’s eyes shifted from the hood of his truck wrapped around a tree to the other end. Another round of shouts and panicked screams once again field the space.

Steve stood up fast, too fast, the gash above his eye poured as he looked at the covered bed of his truck. Holding his head he slowly walked over to it, the cries continued as he pulled down the hatch. They stopped immediately.

What have I done?

It was too dark to see who it was, but the smell--the rosey vanilla soap you loved came to him first. Steve reached in, grabbed for whatever he could grasp first and pulled.

He slid you out feet first over the edge of the hatch. Eyes wide you stared at him, blood dripped from a splint in your lip but you looked fine, not hurt.

Steve thanked whoever watched over lost causes, as his voice fumbled. “Baby,” he untied your ankles and then wedged himself between your legs to untie your wrists too. He held your face afterwards, you weren’t talking instead you shook all over. He hugged you and there was no response to that either.

“What--” He kissed your cheek, deeply and held his lips there.

There was no use asking how you got there. He knew exactly how, and possibly why.

“I’m so sorry.” he mumbled and held you tighter, still nothing. “Please, say something.” he asked gently.

Steve pulled back up and he looked upon the fear in your eyes.

“I’m not- I won’t hurt you. Baby…”

“You could have stayed in 1943.” you said with a shake in your voice. He should have spent his life there, you thought. You would have been heartbroken, sure, but at least it would have healed with time.

“I took you back though.” Your voice had an unmistakable, fuck you, tone to it that Steve picked up fast.

“You weren’t wrong.” Steve interjected quickly.

Before you catch the words, they blurted out. “I came back to you when thought I was pregnant!”

The truth was strong enough to allow you to push him aside. Dizzily you jumped off and hit the dark soil wobbly. You stared at Steve, but then slowly as you stepped backward, your eyes drifted to the truck.

“When I got back,” said Steve hurt, he held his hand over his heart and took a step forward.

“I knew it would be hard for us. I didn’t think you would hide-”

“Shut up!” you yelled and started to follow the path of wreckage out of the fog, trees and brush. "I'm sorry I pushed you away!” you shouted over your shoulder, “But this doesn't work anymore!"

“Where are you going?” Steve called after you but you didn’t stop. You tried not to focus on the wild beating of your heart and find a way out. But he was faster than you could ever be. He rushed up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Sweetheart..” he whispered in your ear.

“Just one more chance,” he hissed and wrestled with your wrists. “I won’t let you down.” he heatedly insisted.

You panted hard while attempting to pry out of his grip. Sucking and heaving the air down to burning lungs and you tried to think with certainty. Anything but what was going through your mind. Which was nothing but the animalistic fear of prey being captured. Your eyes hurriedly roamed the area around you. Trees for miles, and fog cut through by headlights mimicked the shapes of ghostly people.

Steve stopped your walking completely. He wrapped one arm around your waist and the other across your chest. He pressed the side of his face against yours and said, “And I remember why we’re out here.”

Steve began to drag you back toward the truck on your heels. “Whatever secrets you have.” He jerked you around, spinning you on the balls of your feet to look at him. “You can tell me, okay?” he assured.

Steve cupped your face, he pressed his lips onto yours, smearing your blood into his mouth with a kiss. You tried to step away but Steve was there with his hands coasting down your back pulling your body back to him. He brushed his hips forward, pushing his hardening cock against your thigh.

“I’m going to fight for us,” he said quickly. “No more drinking too.”

Frightened but unable to look away you watched Steve switch gears. He looked around the forest, the stars and then back to you.

“That’s why I brought us here. To work it out. It was too noisy, too many distractions. Do you know what we need sweetheart?”

You said nothing as dread pressed your gut into a pit. Steve turned you around toward a seemingly empty, pitch black, forest. He stepped to your side and held your left hand within his.

“We need a reset. And we are going to stay there until we find love again.”

Even with his voice leveling out into a more stable tone, his eyes shifted wildly as he scanned the trees. Hesitantly, you reached for his arm, pliantly you caressed it. “I already love you. That wasn’-”

Steve shook his head and began to walk you into the darkness. When you stalled, he snatched you to walk in stride alongside him. Again you pulled on his grip but he brought your hand up to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles with a long languid brush of his lips.

Steve’s eyes appeared to caress the features of your face. “I’ll be the man you deserve.”

“You already are,” you said and brushed his arm once again. “Let’s go back home, please.”

Steve pulled you along. Your voice now small, terrified of the dark and what awaited you in it, whispered.

“Whatever this is Steve, we can work on it at home.”

He did not look at you and simply nodded as the last of the head lights glowed in his strands like that of a halo. He squeezed your hand tighter and patted the top of it.

“There’s a beautiful cabin a few miles away, just waiting for a woman’s touch. A wife’s touch.” said Steve lightly and waved his hand indiscriminately ahead of him.

“We are home sweetheart, together.”

#dark!Steve Rogers #black!reader

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cremazione · 2 years

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me wanting dabi to Live aside, the phoenix quirk theory would just be objectively cool as fuck. can you even imagine? good fucking god. i would cry so much. i can see it now...

dabi has burned away all the skin they grafted onto him during his coma, revealing the black, charred, corpse of a man he is underneath. he fights shouto, screaming in his anguished insanity all the while, and shouto, being who he is, is eventually able to inflict him not with a lethal blow, but a change of heart. he does not forgive endeavor, no, as that would be too much to ask of either of them. but he admits his deep love for his siblings.

touya lies on the ground, trembling over his first pain in years: the first physical pain he has felt since sekoto peak eleven years ago, and his first emotional pain since the newly-born dabi mourned touya in his own home. shouto kneels beside his brother and reaches to give him a comforting touch, because they both know his body is worse-off this time; they know this is the end.

the black, still-searing excuse for skin beneath his fingers gives way at his lightest touch, crumbling as if he were momentarily possessed by tomura shigaraki. it is when touya says nothing to this development that shouto's first tears fall, his grief spilling over. that single touch began a cascade of decay, and soon, touya's entire body has crumbled into a pile of ash, collapsed, shaped roughly as he had laid there dying.

shouto, ever dutiful, pushes his feelings aside and rises to confront the ongoing battles around his brother's grave. he seals touya's ashes to their temporary resting place with a great hill of ice, and he turns away. minutes later, as he stands atop a great, defeated noumu, his attention returns to touya's icy gravestone--namely, the sudden absence of its existence.

he approaches the ashes, which are unmoved from where encased them before, wondering at how even in death touya burned impressively enough to manage such a feat. the ashes themselves, it seems, speak of another wonder for him to behold.

no, literally: it startles shouto when the ashes speak aloud.

shouto rushes towards them, having completely thrown aside any hesitations, not even registering the intense heat that grows with each footfall. in short seconds do his hands find another, and his breath catches, the fear of more fragile skin crumbling at the contact overwhelming his rational thoughts and causing him to flinch away.

but in the same moment he pulls his hand back, the contrast of pale skin against the void before him stands out. he does not register how his hands tremble intensely until he, without a conscious thought, is using them to wipe away the ash from his brother's body. when had the pile of ash regain its human shape? how hadn't he noticed?

any questions of how or why are forgotten when touya's face, whole and smooth and unscarred and familiar, is revealed by shouto's hands from underneath the event horizon of his own death. he could swear in that moment that touya's eyes, when they snap open despite the layer of soot that should obscure their function, burn with the same blue flame of the quirk that killed him not twenty minutes ago.

those cyan eyes gleam with a palpable exhaustion, however, and they close more quickly than shouto could have formed words to greet their newfound rejuvenation.

shouto realizes he did not know how to feel about touya until that moment, not in comparison to what he had felt hitherto. when dabi revealed himself during the war, shouto knew disbelief; he knew anger, he knew dread; he knew helplessness, and he knew betrayal. when dabi had died in that moment and touya was borne out of the liquid black dripping from each spoke of his hair, shouto's world became a chaos he could not reconcile.

this time, when dabi has been killed again and touya lies unconscious having arisen anew from his ashes, shouto knows, with a contagious confidence that brings a broad grin to his face, that today he did not once lay his eldest brother to rest, but instead he buried dabi once and for all, and merely awaited his brother's return. touya may be dabi's walking, living, breathing gravestone, but shouto can feel in the tug of his heart that dabi will nevermore obfuscate his touya's inner fire.

#i took liberties with the concept of a phoenix okay don't look at me like that.#100 #touya todoroki #toya #toya todoroki #shouto #shouto todoroki #shoto #shoto todoroki #mha anime spoilers #original #touya #dabi

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takeaslicex · 3 years

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The Obey Me! Undateables + Making A Sex Tape Headcanons

Pairing: The Obey Me Undateables (MINUS LUKE) x Female! Main Character

Content Warning: NSFW (minors do NOT interact), sex tapes/filming yourselves having sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex, third person, etc.

Word count: 1.1k+

Authors Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I didn’t quite pull out all the stops for the undateables as I did with the demon brothers, because I am 10000000% biased towards the brothers - but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

Also, since this has gained quite some traction on both here and AO3, would anybody be interested in one shots of each individual making a sex tape with MC? Let me know if it’s something y’all would be interested in!

The Obey Me! Demon Brother’s + Making A Sex Tape Headcanons

Lord Diavolo:

Okay, let’s be real. For being the future King of the Devildom and ruler of all the demons, Lord Diavolo is a pretty cheerful demon who will do whatever the hell he wants just because it looks fun. Also, who exactly is going to scold him if anyone were to find out that he had made a sex tape with his star human exchange student? He wouldn’t care one way or another.

He would respond so cheerfully to you asking him too, as he usually does to anything that sounds pleasing to him.

“You want to make a sex tape, darling? Of course! Anything to please you, my dear. Come with me - we’re doing this right now, princess.”

So, where do you want to do it? Did you want to get railed in his larger-than-life office against the biggest desk in all of the Devildom with your phone propped up against a pile of paperwork? Did you want to get fucked against every golden wall in the Demon Lord’s Castle by a video camera? How about a video camera directed on the Lord’s king-sized bed while you ride his cock?

He would show absolutely no mercy on you, either - and the sex tape would be proof of that. Just because the Lord of the Devildom just so happens to be a happy and cheerful demon doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know what he’s doing in the bedroom, and while you’re cumming all over his face and dick, he’s got all your screaming and crying on video to hear whenever the hell he wants.

“Euh! That’s it, princess, cum all over my cock - just like that. I’m gonna breed you so full of my cum for the camera - just like you asked.”

Also… don’t you dare think about Lord Diavolo asking Barbatos to film it for all those filthy close-up shots of you swallowing his cum or taking his cock like the good girl you are. Lord Diavolo would at least ask Barbatos, at the very least.

Barbatos:

I mean… any wish is your command, right? I can’t see him actively wanting to make a sex tape with you, but he also wouldn’t see the harm in it either. Like, yeah… something new the two of you can do in the bedroom. Sounds good to him!

“Oh? Do you want to film this, my love? Very well, anything for you then - hand me your phone and I’ll take care of the rest, my dear.”

Any sex tape with Barbatos would be so soft and loving - like perfect, aesthetic porn. Despite being an all-powerful demon, I genuinely don’t think that he has a rough bone in his body when it comes to his lover. That’s not to say he doesn’t know how to make you cum all nice and pretty for the camera, however.

He would make it such a nice experience for you, too. Like candles all over the room, and soft music playing, while needy hands run up and down your sides while you sit pretty on his lap and ride him like it’s the whole reason you’re in the Devildom.

“Yes, sweetheart - so good for me. So pretty for the camera. Now lay down and let me be at your service, my dear.”

A sex tape with him would be so sweet - 10/10 recommend asking him to make one with you.

Simeon:

Simeon would most likely be the most against making a sex tape out of all of the brothers and undateables. Simeon has strict morals and is a literal angel of the Lord, so I feel like filming the two of you having sex just wouldn’t be a thing for him. However, since it wouldn’t be very fun to write about how much Simeon wouldn’t make a sex tape with you - let’s say he’s totally down to make one with you.

So, let’s paint a setting here - Simeon finally got to see you again after you both departed back to the human world and the Celestial Realm respectively. His time with you is so limited, and you both can’t wait to be in each other’s arms again - so why not film it so the two of you can look back on it again when you’re missing each other? You recommended a sex tape to mark your little reunion.

Just like Barbatos, I think that any sex tape with Simeon would be sweet and loving. I can’t imagine that an angel of the Lord would ravage you as Lord Diavolo would - but Simeon knows exactly how to make you cum like the good little angel you are.

“Yes, my Y/N - show me how much you missed me. Cum with me - let’s do this together, my love!”

Simeon would also be someone to go out of his way to make this a memorable experience with you - you two would film your sex tape after a nice date with wine, a nice hotel with the prettiest view, and he’d be bringing you to orgasm so hard that you wouldn’t even need a sex tape to remember the night.

Solomon:

Oh, he would be SO down to make a sex tape with you - I mean, what better way is there to prove that out of all the demons and angels and humans in all three realms pining over you, that you chose him?

Solomon is overall a pretty confident and powerful human - he’s going to make you irrevocably his all over video. You can’t convince me that Solomon isn’t a little bit of a freak, and I feel like he would be no different in bed.

Picture this - it’s the end of the day at RAD, and the two of you are about to leave the classroom, the two of you being the last ones to leave. As you’re trying to leave, you can’t get the door open, and it doesn’t take you very long to figure out that Solomon used magic to keep anyone from entering or leaving - long enough to fuck you on a school desk with his phone propped up on the teacher’s desk.

With your arms wrapped around his waist as he fucks you hard into the desk, kissing you to stifle your loud moans - you hardly have time to consider the repercussions if Lucifer found out.

“Shh, be quiet for me, Y/N. You wouldn’t want to get caught and have me stop, would you? Ugh, that’s it - take my cock, baby!”

Solomon would make multiple sex tapes with you, too. It would become a thing between the two of you - each one being filthier than the last.

#obey me #swdom #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x reader

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Louder Now

PAIRING: All Guns and Roses Member

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. There is a lot of unprotected, kink, sex under the cut

Summary/ Request: “hey can i request an x reader with duff where they are playing a game to see who can make the reader moan the loudest?? i feel like it would be super interesting 🥰 (technically it’s a whole group x reader but maybe a duff ending?) xx”

A/N: Four posts on the Fourth of the July seems fitting

Steve Adler

-Okay, he doesn’t get enough love

-But this dude is so good at making you cum when you’re on top

-Like Sometimes being on top sucks and you feel like you’re doing. lot of work but this man is worshiping your body

- He can give you nipple orgasm

-Rolling Your nipples in his rough hands and tugging them taunt as you bounce up and down on his cock before a show

-Because he loves the band hearing him fuck you on the couch in the dressing room

-He doesn’t need a pet name he wants you to call his name

-His mouth licking your collar bones well his hands cup your breast

-He talks through everything telling you how good it feels when you’re riding him

-Toucing your thighs and slapping your ass as you’re bouncing like a good little cock slut

-He also has you fully naked because even though he is dressed for the show he loves the clash of your naked body against his

-He’s so encouraging

-”Look at how good you take my cock now. You bounce it all into that tight pussy like such a good cock slut, Y/N”

-Squeezing around him and literally SCREAMING his name

-Steve loves to cum on you

-Splashes of his cum on your stomach and up your tits

-Having you clean up and dress well he goes on stage

Slash

-You’re in public and he decides right here right now he wants to fuck you

-Like at the carnival when you’re tucked on his lap in the photo booth

-He loves having you in his lap, touching your body and getting you all wound up and stupid for him so you’ll agree to let him fuck you

-You’d think that since you were in public he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself

-Absolutely wrong

-This man will press his cock into you and fuck you so hard you’re speaking in tongues

-The Photo Booth is shaking as he’s fucking ramming you into where the camera is

-And the dirty talk

-”Look at you, swallowing my cock. You can’t help yourself can you? All these people can hear you crying out as I fuck you. Do you like that baby? Do you like letting all the nice people know that you’re my little pet?”

-The louder you get the more turned on her gets but also he doesn’t want to get arrested so he shoves his fingers in your mouth making you suck on them as you moan

-Cumming against his cock so hard he pulls your hair back, forcing his lips against yours to try and kiss you quiet.

-Filling your pussy up with his warmth.

-Slapping your ass as he pulls out of you and knowing you’re still cock drunk so pulling your clothes back on

-Literally has a shit eating grin because he’s so proud of himself for getting you to agree to have sex in the photo booth

Axl Rose

-Axl loves when you’re loud for him because it just strokes his ego

-He loves fucking you on the tour bus so everyone is stuck hearing you fucking scream his name and they can’t escape it

-He also has a mirror in his bunk so he's always looking at himself as he fucks you

-Loves doggy style

-He gets so deep into you and can play with your clit

-The sound of skin against skin is so hot and he loves the way you’re so needy for his cock that you spring back into his thrust

-Smacking your ass as he watches his cock split your cunt

-Watching the glisten from your wet pussy sticking to him as he slides in and out of you

-He’s quiet with you, just telling you what a good job you're doing taking care of him

-”Pretty girl, sliding on my cock. You know exactly how I like it. I love the way you feel. You and me fit perfect together.”

-He is so sweet with his sex talk and it’s so different from the usual piece of shit attitude he has

-Pushing your lower back down so you can arch and he can get a better grip on you when he is fucking you

-”Scream my name. I want to hear you want me.”

-Panting his name in time with thrusts

-” FUCK AXL IM GOING TO CUM ON YOUR COCK”

-His hands gripping your ass as he rewards your obedience by slamming into you, really fucking you. His balls smacking your clit with each thrust and taking you over the edge as he’s releasing into you

-Rubbing your back as he eases himself from between your legs

-Cuddling after and forehead kisses as he feels safe with you

Izzy Stradlin

-Dance Classes, Yoga, Those weird aerobic tapes that you like to do. Yeah, Izzy loves that shit

-Because all of those things lets him bend you and fuck you in all these positions

-He loves tying you up, how you look at him so vulnerable and completely at his mercy

-But also he has a soft side and makes sure that you tell him what the safe word is seven times so that you’re okay

-Takes hours on you

-He wants you loud for his ears only. Your moans and pants are all just for him to hear

-The trust between you two is what builds the intimacy

-He loves over stimulating you after you cum. You’re all tied up and he keeps licking your pussy as you are fucking screaming feeling like he’s taking you to a cliff and pushing you off

-And after you’re ready to die from phase one of his plan he’s rocking you on his cock, filling you up as he stretches you around him.

-”Look at how your pussy loves wrapping around me. It knows I belong here.”

-He’s so protective and possessive of you.

-Also very controlling and he needs to be in charge of everything that is going on

-Loves pulling out and humming on your pussy, making you play with yourself after and finger fuck his cum into you

Duff McKagan

-He gets so fucking horny on stage

-Coming off stage and literally dragging you to the showers, his cock pressing into your ass as you weave through the crowds and he had you in fronton him to block his boner

-Boner Brain Duff thinks of nothing but getting his dick wet

-Clothes are left in a messy pile and he’s grabbing your hands in your hair into the showers

-Pushing you against the tiles of the shower with the water falling over you

-”I was thinking about you on stage. I got so fucking hard. Feel.”

-Taking your hand and making your grasp him, helping you jerk him off as he moans with his head thrown back

-Duff is so horny he’s trying to touch you and kiss you and cum all at once

-Hot horny chaos

-these long kisses and his fingers slipping between the fold between your legs, dipping a finger into you and him groaning in appreciation

-He gets impatient and literally picks you up, your legs around his waist as he’s guiding the head of his cock into you

-He’s moaning out as he’s sliding into you, the warmth of your cunt engulfing his cock as his mouth tries to keep up with the sloppy kisses

-Your back is being scratched by the tiles as he's holding your up, hand on your face so he can still kiss you

-Duff is so fucking loud as he fucks you

-You’re panting and moaning too but Duff is out here breaking sound barriers

-His deep groans and Oh Fucks are definitely making their way out of the showers for everyone to hear

-When your reach between you to touch your clit Duff gets wild

-Your heads are together as you both watch you toy with your clit as his cock slides in and out of you

-The water from the shower getting trapped on his public curls that are brushing against your fingers

-When you tell him you cum the man is so ready for it

-”Cum on my cock, baby. Squeeze that pussy and milk my cum out.”

-He is louder during your orgasm than you are. The deep groans making you feel so hot

-When Duff cums his head falls to your shoulder as he tries to remember how to breathe and regain control over his brain

-He holds you up for a minute before easing you down on your own two feet.

-Lots of eye contact as he asks if he was too rough and if you're okay

-He literally takes so long washing you off and making up for his rough boner brain sex

#GNR #guns n roses imagine #Guns and Roses headcanon #Guns and Roses imagine #Guns and Roses fanfiction #slash headcanon #slash #steven adler #Axl rose #Axl Rose head canon #Axl Rose one shot #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan imagine #Duff McKagan fan fiction #Izzy straddlin request #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #GNR smut

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