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2023 Qatar Grand Prix - Sprint - Oscar Piastri
#not my best ever gifs i dont think BUT IM SOOOOO HAPPPYYYYYYYY!!!!!!#OSCAR P1!!!!!! OSCAR WIN!!!!!! OSCAR ROOKIE WIN LETS GOOOOO#i still cant believe it this is absolutely insane#i feel like i find myself saying this every week about oscar but wow#back in bahrain i could never have imagined him winning a race this year!! IN HIS ROOKIE SEASON!!!!#I was shocked when i woke up to see him have gotten pole in the shootout#AND THEN TO WATCH HIM WIN!!!! SOOOOOOO GOOD#Im so proud of him sob sob sob#again: throwbacl to me and dru talking abt the possibility of him podiuming or even winning#and i was like no way i doubt it with this car. nevermind :) ive never been so happy to be incorrect#WHERE IS MARK!??!!?!??!!? WHERE ARE YOU???? YOUR BOY JUST FUCKING WON!!!! WHERE IS THE HUG???? WHERE IS THE CONGRATS???#i swear to god if i check his insta and theres yet another animal vid on his story im going to kill the old man#HE WAS WANDERING AROUND THE GARAGE YESTERDAY FOR QUALI!! WHERE WAS HE TODAY AAAGHHHHHH#oscar piastri#f1#formula 1#formula one#2023 qatar grand prix#2023 qatar gp#we do a little bit of f1
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"ethical killing" sounds like an oxymoron to me idk why
#will ponder on this#my brain just saw this term and went “??????”#txt#i dont think humans always have to be ethical we should just admit we do fucked up things sometimes idk.. like killing in this instance#although humans are the only creatures who even care about ethics. ethics are a “social construct” right?#anywho im gonna overthink and ponder for a while this fine morning#theres only a few instances where i see killing as ethical as in the good outweighs the bad but idk if i should list them#like would killing an abuser who brings only terror to the people around them be ethical? or#im talking like very very violently and sxually abusive. like an absolutely dangerous person. is it ethical?#anyway this whole thing was just in reference to killing animals for food and here i am overthinking#i guess ethical killing would mean no pain. at all. but is it ethical if the creature didn't consent to die and we inflict it anyway?e#like no matter how kindly we kill or how mucy the good outweighs the bad; is it “ethical”..#anyway i still think sxual abusers should die yet i scoff at killing animals if we dont need to for survival#maybe something is wrong w me for these opinions idk lol yet. i still hold them#im willing to admit im maybe a bit of loon idc tho. even if “ethical killing” of animals is a thing we are so far removed from it nowadays#templin grandin tried her best to make the slaughter process less stressful but i don't know if its enough
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Well fuck they can't remove the tumor in Bezi so it's pretty much a death sentence. The only hope is that her meds will stop the growth completely and she lives a month or 3 at best...
She's fine now, will talk to the vet a bit in like an hour and see what are the options. But the surgeon who called me to inform me abt all this told me not to get my expectations very high
#i just#i really had hope#i will have to have her put to sleep when she cant have a good quality of life anymore#it fucking scares me#i love her shes so innocent shes such a little child...#I swear that if it could help her I'd give her my organs I'd give her some of the years I have left#I'd kill and I'd steal and I'd do ungodly things#and yet i cant!!! theres nothing to do. nothing.#do you have any idea? how it feels?#im not being dramatic when i said i love my rats like a mother loves her children#and now I find out my little angel is not going to grow old#i wanna rip my throat out cause jt hurts from howling like a dying animal#i wish i could die for her#shes just a baby shes not lived even half of her life#as much as other rats dying did hurt. none were still babies. none acted like a baby. they all were grown up and all#and shes just a little innocent angel with funny eyes. who loves to play and kiss me and run around jumping up and down. silly#i feel like im gonna throw up its just a nightmare#i had so much hope this cant be real. please
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Accidental Courtship :3
Accidental courtship
ft: Savanaclaw, Octavinella
cw: possible minor spelling errors (blame the dyslexia), established relationship, swearing, implied fem reader
Penguins have this adorable courtship ritual where the male gives the female a smooth pebble, if the female is impressed by the pebble she accepts the gift and mates with the male
I know that jade, Floyd, and Azul aren't penguins, but i thought it would be so cute if their s/o gave them a pebble and basically proposed but not knowing what it meant.
And for the beast-men (Leona, Jack, Ruggie) i thought it would be cute if there was a special beast-men way of courtship, I couldn't think of anything though, but then i remembered that for a lot of mammals (and animals in general) grooming is a form of bonding, so what if licking was a form of courtship?!?!
ENJOY
Savanaclaw
Leona: he awoke from his nap when he felt a pair of hands running through his hair, he sniffed the air, realizing it was just his s/o he closed his eyes once again, surrendering to the comforting feeling of your hands, he hated to admit it but he loved when you played with his hair, it was something he looked forward to and expected. what he didn't expect however was the sudden wet feeling that graced his cheek his eyes shot open and his head snapped in your direction
"so soon? at least wait till we graduate"
your so confused, he realizes that you probably dont know what you just did
"for beast-men, your lick was you asking me to marry you you dumb herbivore"
he wont admit it but his heart was pounding in his chest
Jack: he had finished his classes for the day and was walking around the campus grounds, when he spotted you his tail started to wag a bit, he attempted to stop, annoyed that he was giving away how he felt. he walked over to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek, he smiled at you and walked with you to the ramshackle dorm, you guys sat in the guest room you had been working on you had been pretty bored all day and wanted to do something to make you laugh, why not lick your boyfriend see what his silly reaction would be, little did you know the implications behind this supposedly innocent action. as soon as your tongue brushed his cheek he was off to sofa and staring at you in shock, he moved so fast that your tongue was still hanging out of you mouth
"i-im not ready"
his voice was shaky and his tail was wagging at a super sonic spread
"i mean you need to meet my parents and my siblings, and i dont have any money, i mean were still in high school, marriage is a very large leap"
you were so fucking confused Marriage? when you asked what he was talking about he looked at you confused
"you licked me... you want to marry me...right?"
you blushed and told him that in your world its just a weird thing to do. he sighed in
"so no marriage then, good, i love you but im not ready for that yet... try again in a few years"
he winked, his tail giving away his feelings
Ruggie: you had gotten some powdered donuts from Sam's store earlier and you were super excited to eat them, you rushed to your dorm hoping to avoid the food thief you called a boyfriend but it was useless, he could probly smell them from 3 miles away, he saw you running smelt the sweet scent of donuts and took off after you, he caught up quickly, snatching the box from you hands
"watcha got here shihihi"
he held the box out of your reach and took a donut out, he quickly shoved it into his mouth as you pouted, you loved him to death but god was he annoying sometimes you noticed how he had gotten some of the powdered sugar on his nose and an idea of revenge sprung into your mind, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to you
"you gonna kiss me~" he teased you, he wrapped an arm around you resting a hand on the small of your back while his other held the donut box.
you licked his nose, he tensed up, his eyes widened and he stumbled back almost falling over
"i-i dont- i mean-" he turned around, he grabbed his ears and pressed them down, trying to calm himself down, he had never felt so flustered before, but could you blame him? his s/o just asked for his hand in marriage "i accept but... so soon?"
you looked at him confused, he took a moment, realizing that what is a marriage proposal for beast-men might not be the same for humans, but everyone was aware of the tradition, then it clicked, you weren't from here, you had no idea what you had just done. his blush was still there, and to be honest he was dissipated, he licked you cheek "that is a proposal for marriage" he admits, looking away embarrassed, he shoved the donut box back into your hands and quickly walked away mumbling a quick "i love you" his tail was small, but it was wagging as he zoomed away from you.
Octavinelle (penguin esc courtship)
Floyd: he hated working at the cafe, it was so boring, why would he work when he could be with his little shrimpy? he found you outside of the ramshackle dorm, you were on your hands and knees digging round a pile of rocks
"shrimpy~" he lifted you up and hugged you from behind "what are you doing?"
he asked, examining the rocks you held in your hands, you didn't answer, instead you picked on of the rocks you had and handed it to him, it was smooth, and had a faint blue undertone to it, he squealed and snatched it out of your hand, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you till you felt like you were about to burst, he kissed you passionately before skipping off to tell his brother and Azul, you just stood there, confused as to why your boyfriend was so happy about the rock you gave him, i mean sure it was cool but was it that exciting for him? a couple hours later there was a knock on the door to the ramshackle dorm, you opened the door and say Floyd standing there frowning slightly
"do you know what a rock means"
you shook your head and you swear it looked like he was about to cry
"so you weren't asking me to marry you?"
you shook your head again, now understanding why he was so upset, you hugged him and kissed his cheek promising him to marry him one day, as soon as he heard that he was happy again, hugging and squeezing you all night long.
Jade: he was observing the mushroom he was growing, they had a strange mutation that he hadn't seen before and was eager to study, he was writing down the differences and comparing them to known mutations when suddenly you burst into his room clenching something in your hand, he turned to you smiling at you, he closed his mushroom guide and walked over to you, kissing your forehead and ruffling your hair, you hold out your hand and show a small smooth rock to him, he blushed, hugging you tightly
"are you aware of what your asking me?" he asked, his voice shacking lightly as he hugged you tighter, part of him wished you meant what mer-people mean when they give rocks, but he knows you arent used to the tradtions and culture in this world
he pulled away slightly and when he saw your confused face he smiled sadly "in merfolk culture you asked me to marry you" he chuckled as you blushed "i want to be the one to give you the rock dear" he mumbled into your hair he pulled away caressing your face before picking you up and taking you to the couch to cuddle.
Azul: he was in his office doing paper work and for the cafe, he was stressed, his hand was starting to cramp from the amout of writing he had been doing. the door to his office opened and you entered, his eyes lit up as he say you, your presence always made him feel better.
"hello my love"
he smiled at you softly, he open his arms for a hug and you wasted no time crawling into his lap and hugging him tightly, he kissed your shoulder, you reached into your pocket and handed him a pretty rock you had found earlier, his faced flushed with a blush
"m-my love? i- i mean y-yes ill marry you, but at least meat my family first, do you have a venue in mind? a dress? i can help you look- wait your not proposing? oh... you dont know do you"
as disappointed as he was that he wasn't going to marry you he chuckled and laughed
"my beloved your little rock was a proposal of marriage"
he smirked at you, watching as you face as you realized what you had done, he kissed you shoulder and cheek again
"just know love.... i will say yes, i will always say yes to you"
a couple days later when you walk into his office you she the rock you gave him on the shelf behind his desk, it was in a glass container, when you asked Azul all he said was
"its special to me, i wish to keep it forever"
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i had no idea what to do for leona and i think its pretty obvious, but i had fun writing this! its my first time writing for twst characters and i think i did ok... i hope
I am accepting requests :)
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Ghostface's Sex Doll
Ghostface x His Sex Doll
Part One: Please Don't Kill Me Mr Ghostface!
cw: dubcon, kidnapping, being held hostage, being used as a personal sex slave, hair pulling, being dragged by hair, choking , blood, restraints, bondage, doll pet name, gags and blindfolds, cunt slapping, face slapping, brutal sex, degradation and praise.
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Daydreaming about Ghostface dragging you into his car after he just brutalized your pathetic body in an alleyway, taking you away to be his sex slave. He tied a rope around your wrists tight so you couldn't escape and blindfolded you. You were crying and whimpering as you squirmed. He gagged you and gave you a harsh slap to shut you the fuck up.
You were so scared yet so wet. Your wet cunt was throbbing at the thought of being his doll. How disgusting. You bucked up your hips and your legs trembled from the rough treatment earlier.
He noticed the way your body yearned for his rough touches, he chuckled at your shaking blood-stained body and started to rub your clit slowly. The sounds of your muffled whimpers and moans filled the car and the masked man couldn't help but get even more hard at the sight of you whimpering like his dumb bitch. He couldn't wait to fuck you until you passed out.
He traced his fingers along your used cunt with the other hand on the wheel and slowly slid one of his fingers into your cunt, teasing you and driving you insane as he tried to focus on the road.
"You're such a dumb little doll. You're practically dripping all over my fingers, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat."
Your response was muffled whimpers, you tried to close your legs out of shame but he forcefully opened them, "Did I say you could close your fucking legs? You need to learn your place you little fucking cunt."
He then slapped your wet cunt, making you whimper and tear up. Despite your shame, you wanted nothing more than to be brutally fucked by the stranger in the mask.
The car stopped and you assumed you arrived at your destination, you heard the man get out of the car and slam the door, making you jump in fear and arousal. The next thing you know he was dragging you out of the car by your hair, scraping your body on the hard pavement. The way he was treating you like some worthless animal made your knees weak.
He dragged you inside a house, you couldn't see anything with the blindfold on yet it was so cold and dark. "Keep up, doll."
He dragged you into a room and kicked you to the floor, "this is where you're going to be staying for the rest of your pathetic life. I'm going to use your body over and over again, you're never gonna escape me darling."
You let out a small cry, you couldn't say anything with that gag around you. You were trembling at the thought of spending the rest of your life as a sex slave for a serial killer, it made you wet.
"Oh, you're a sick one." He said as he touched your exposed cunt with the tip of his shoe. "Your cunt is dripping all over the floor, you're so sick. I love it." He chuckles.
He picked you up by your hair once again and guided you to the middle of the room. You felt a hard wooden object as he positioned you. He roughly grabbed your hands and positioned them in the object, restraining you. Then it clicked to you, It was a wooden medieval stock they used for punishments and the thought of being restrained and fucked without being able to resist made your heart beat faster.
"Be a good little girl and stay still." Ghostface says as he locks your head in. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, "Open that pretty mouth of yours doll. I'm going to ruin that mouth of yours until it bleeds."
You were hesitant yet you knew disobeying would make it worse, you opened your mouth wide and stuck your pretty tongue out for the stranger like a good little doll.
"Good girl." He says as he pulled his cock out, without warning he grabbed your skull as tight as he could and jammed his cock inside your throat, making you whimper in pain and gag. His thrusts were brutal and hard, bruising your throat.
"Such a good fucking slut for me, stay still." He says as he digs his nails into your skull, forcing his cock to stretch your throat as he brutally pounded into it. He had no mercy for your throat, your gags and whimpers were like music to his ears. The way you cried and choked on his cock only turned him on more. He wanted to ruin you.
He grabbed your throat harshly, using it and tightening his grip around it. He choked you as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight. The way he used you made you so wet, you felt yourself approaching another orgasm.
He noticed the way your body shook and realized you were cumming without him permission, making him stop and give you a harsh slap, "Who gave you permission to cum, doll? I think you need to remember your place." He says as he positions himself behind you and looks at your used and puffy cunt.
"Look at your cunt, it's begging to be abused." He teased your lips, sliding his cock in between your lips and teasing your clit.
You moaned and you bucked your hips up, begging for his cock. He chuckled at your desperation, he positioned his cock along your stretched hole and slid right in. "Fuck, your pussy is still lose from earlier. You sucked me right in." He pounded into your loose pussy causing you to tremble in pleasure.
Your pussy was throbbing like crazy, begging for more. He noticed and continued to brutally fuck your restrained body. The thought of being able to use and abuse a doll like you, restrained and gagged, drove him insane. His touches got more possessive and his thoughts got more obsessive. You were his, he wanted nothing more than to claim your pathetic body as his.
"You're mine, you're my little sex doll."
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“No guy ever made me cum yet…only myself”
pussy slapping, implied experienced fem!reader. mult. anime characters.
This guy will be delighted, he feels like he’s born to do this with that big smirk on his face.
What do you mean no one made you cum yet? EVER? Those guys must be so bad who uses you to just get off for themselves.
“Hmm? Let’s change that—“ He says through his smirk while he grabbed the back of your knees and spread your legs open, your drenched cunt on full view just for him— aching and clenching at nothing so badly for some release. “Hah— fuck, im going to do you justice baby…” He whispered to your cunt as if he’s talking to it.
He then attached his lips around hood of your clit while his flattened his tongue and lick up the slit. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling. He then started flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it softly, enough to send you to the heavens.
He continued eating you out messily, both arms hooked over your legs, trapping you in that spot as he buried his face deeper against your pussy. Chants of his name slip out of your mouth as you grip on his locks.
He’s been going at it for an HOUR you felt bad because you still don’t feel that feeling, it’s good but you’re not reaching your high yet. You decided to just… well…. lie.
“Mnngh…. cumming— ahh” You moaned while your mouth hangs open, forcing yourself to reach your release soon, but it just can’t.
He stops, and detached himself from your pussy, he look at you with full of mischief in his eyes. “Were you really?” He smirks.
You gulped nervously. Your silence is enough answer for him. His thumb went over to rub your clit slowly. “Don’t lie to me baby… im doing this f’you y’know?” He gave you a half hearted smile but it soon turns into a wicked smirk, “… I won’t stop until you cum and gushing mess, are we clear?” He cooes, his thumb rubbed faster on your clit as you mouth hangs open again in pleasure. “S-sorry…. please… make me cum” You pleaded through your moans.
He chuckled lowly, almost mockingly. He took away his thumb away from your clit and slapped your wet cunt. “Bad girl” He mocked with a smirk. You moaned at the sudden slap on your cunt, babbling sorry’s. He dived back in again, this time he’s more hungry eating that pussy!
He did stood with his promise not to stop until you cum gushing, because before you know it, you lost track of time already and all you know is you came HARD.
“Ahh… there she is… hmm.. that’s how it should be, pretty” He smiled proudly ad he watch your chest rise and fall as you chase your breath, your kegs twitching and the sheets underneath you is SOAKED. Oh boy… he’s proud that he just wanna pound you hard and make you cum hard again and again just to see you break all over again.
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WROTE THIS IN CLASS HAHENSHSHAJS
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The Dog And The Deer
Alastor x werewolf/dog GNreader
ever since i found out alastor was attacked by dogs i awaited for a fic with a dog reader but alas i never found one, honestly love the idea so i splurged one out but im not sure im the happiest with it. also thank you to anyone who read my lucifer x reader it’s pretty wild like that many ppl liked it made my butthole pucker tbh. i hope y’all enjoy this kiss kiss
warnings: no YN, no alluding to or mentioning of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour or gender, morally grey reader(maybe?), descriptions of blood and animal death (nothing gorey yuck), cannibalism on alastors part, swearing, slowburnish, i think that’s all?
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Alastor’s eye twitched watching as the mutt demon trotted around the hotels foyer with Angel. There was no worse stench then that of a dog. One of the few traumatic memories Alastor still holds close is the smell of wet dog along with memories of their jaws and teeth. Although, no one would ever catch him showing how uncomfortable your presence made him, that’d take away the image he’s created and potrayed throughout his nearly hundred years of being dead.
Yet as much as he hated every bit of your demonic form, he couldn’t help the slight tinge of desire to get closer to you, strange as it may be. You’re charasmatic and expressive, you let your ears and tail display the emotions you felt freely without holding back like he did. You got along with everyone at the hotel perfectly and you seemed to have a head on your shoulders; helping Charlie out with problems she couldn’t solve, and quipping back with fast remarks to insults thrown at you. Hell, you even got on Husks good side, a literal cat, a dogs worst enemy and vice versa.
Luckily no patron paid mind to the fact he always took the furthest spot from you at the table, or how his eyes never met yours in conversation, or that he never directly talked to you, more at you before walking off. No, nobody cares about his distance between himself and you, and if they did they knew better than to bring it up to him. Therefore he worried not about confronting you- that was up until this point. Watching with an unamused look, eyes lidded as he followed your figure waving bye to Angel and turning to him. You practically skipped your way over to him with a smile and he fought make the urge to get up and zip away.
You on the other hand, despite knowing his carnage good and well, respected the demon for the formalities he carried, as well as the little mortality he did have. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how much he seemingly hated you, you weren’t dense, but Charlie explained that Alastor was a generally private and mysterious overlord so you chalked it up to being his ‘thing’ paid no mind.
You will admit though, you were hoping that after a month or so of attending the hotel, he’d open up to your presence a little more. He wouldn’t. But! He still fed you when he cooked, woke you when you slept in, and kept you out of harms way as he did the other attendees, as well as escort you out whenever others were busy.
After a gossip session with Angel last night, you two concluded it was time to get to the bottom of the situation. Angel immediately went to the assumption he either wanted to fuck, or kill you, which you hoped he didn’t want to kill you, thankfully you moved along the topic by distracting Angel with other topics. You knew Angel out of anyone would be able to sniff out the fact you had the hots for the radio deer.
But that conversation is what landed you beside the radio demon on the couch, who statically crackled as you did so. “Hello Alastor, you look relaxed today, how’s everything going.” The deers eye twitched, a slight fog of black lingered up and around the couch, his smile strained and you could hear the sound of staticy disembodied voices in and around you.
You weren’t stupid to the fact he didn’t like you for sure now, but you were stupid enough to pretend you didn’t know. So you stayed smiling nervously up at him, but he simply stared forward. And after a few short moments he seemed to perk up ever so slightly snapping up and out of it. “Well my dear, i am doing just fantastic! Today has been one of leisure, i very rarely get to take those!” He exclaimed broadcaster voice in full effect, the smog and stactic zipped away as he composed himself entirely. You relaxed just slightly feeling just a little more welcomed. “That’s good to hear Al, I’m glad you get some time to yourself. You’ve done a lot with your magic for this place. Must be draining.” Alastor hummed daring to take a peak down at you.
You seemed to have all guards down around him, your canines poked out of your mouth slightly, quietly your tail thumped happily beside you, which he admittedly found to be quite adorable and idiotic why aren’t you more alert?. “You’re too kind darling, too kind. But I must go, I have to prepare my dinner.” Standing Alastor dusted himself off and swung his arms behind him, but before he could get anywhere you stood with him, your tail rapidly wagging. “Could i help?” Alastor’s ear twitched at that, his escape plan wasn’t very effective.
“Well, my dear, it’d be a little difficult, i like my meat, fresh.” His voice dropped an octave static taking over his voice, this time though he properly looked down at you, meeting your gaze. It sickened him that the first thing that crossed his mind was how enchanting your eyes are. You were a breed of demon he’d rather not associate with, and any lovey dovey emotion weakened his demonic image, and scrambled his mind with confusing emotions he’d rather not confront.
“Don’t worry Al, Vaggie told me you eat deer, i don’t really see the big deal about that one. Maybe i can try some.. oh do you hunt? I can totally catch it for you, this dog body is built for that!” You said hurriedly standing alongside him hands clasped in front of you almost like you were begging. Never would you say so, but were desperate to spend some time with him, it was stressful walking on eggshells all the time just for him.
Alastor’s eyebrows rose, he was decently pleased with the idea of a hunting partner, shrugging his shoulders he agreed, humming indifferently at you. “Follow me sweetheart, there are no deer out here!” Grinning wildely you skipped behind him, finally getting the attention you so desperately wanted from him. You mostly hid the longing to have the same attention the others got, while he literally pulled the others toward him, he kept metaphorically pushing you away. He never pulled you into song and dance, touched you, talked to you, hell half the time he wouldn’t even look at you as if you were a ghost. You also tried to interrogate everyone on his behaviour without appearing to obsessed, luckily the only one who seemed to notice this frantic questioning was Husk.
Husk was a good guy though, and took it with ease promising to not mention the sudden interest in Alastor and his behaviour. He did warn you to ‘watch your ass’ diggin into business that wasn’t your own. Outside of Husk mentioning that Alastor’s never been a fan of animals, a one off thing you barely paid mind to, the investigation left you empty handed. Nobody at the hotel really understood Alastor’s behaviour. Or Alastor in general, but you held hope they would.
“Here we are my dear,” Alastor exclamiend theatrically swinging his door open and leading you inside to the woody section of his room with his microphone positioned in the middle of your back. The furthest he’s ever gone to touch you, in truth. Focusing your eyes ahead you didn’t look around much, not wanting to be rude and stare at everything, though it was hard. You wanted to see how he liked things in his personal space, when he was all alone.
“Is this like a personal farm or something, are you like a breeder or…” You questioned quirking a brow up at him. Alastor chuckled quietly you could hear an audience echoing his laugh around the two of you. “No no, this!” He exclaimed stretching his arms out toward the greenery. “Is a glimpse straight into the forest, where the freshest of meats frolic.” Alastor looked back at you wicked grin on his face. “Ready to show me what you’re capable of, pup?”
Swinging his microphone around he then stuck it out toward the wilderness. With what he said you felt the need to impress him, so with smile and a nod you took off. After fifteen minutes, you returned. Alastor stood impatiently picking at his claws bored expression gracing his face, although his smile still present. Considering you planned to show off, you came back full demonic form on display and with two deer; one deer, sagged dead between your teeth, the other in your grasp.
Once Alastor decided to look up from his nails, he was petrified, and fought against the urge to flee like the prey he was reborn as. Alastor wouldn’t ever admit his fear directly but it was palpable, you could even smell it on him thanks to the fact you had the heightened ability to smell the stress hormones. To Alastors defence you appeared more dog than sinner at this point, a twisted mutation of what could’ve been a dog or possibly werewolf, he wasn’t sure and honestly neither were you. What he was sure of was that it made him nauseous looking at you and angry that you had that effect on him by simple existing.
Coming back to yourself, and what you’d typically look like, you dropped the deer at his feet, but he only stared at you, particularly your blood covered teeth. “Alastor what’s wrong? Uh, whatever happens in the forest stays in the forest?” You quickly say, panicking at such a display, you didn’t know him that well and visually you couldn’t entirely pick up on what he was thinking but you could pick up the way his blood rushed quicker through his veines, and how he clenched his teeth tighter than ever. “Nothing.” He snapped out fast as ever, but what shocked you most is the radio static in his voice left completely, you actually heard him.
Stepping an inch closer, testing the waters, you slowly reach out to his arm. Your gaze was locked on his eyes to try and find anything that could have given you the slightest hint at whether or not to pull away, but you found none. So crossing your fingers, metaphorically, you closed the small gap between you and him, very gently placing your hand on his arm.
Quietly you spoke. “I’m not sure whats wrong Al, but i know something’s up, and I know how you like to protect your image so don’t worry, i swear on my after life i won’t tell a soul about this.” Much to his dismay, he gave into your words of comfort, his posture falling slightly. Alastor’s smile never fell, but other parts of him did, like his ears and finally his eyes. He looked down to you and you could finally tell something was seriously fucked with how easily he let himself give in. “I was attacked by dogs before i died, is all, my dear. Ahhh, sometimes those pesky human emotions still remain present.“
“Is that why you avoided me?” You questioned putting the pieces together. With more confidence you moved a step closer to him, and he made no moves to stop you. “Yes, I apologize for my rude display, I’m not fond of dogs.” You inwardly scoffed. Dog, you were like, more of a werewolf anyways which was way cooler. “Well Alastor, what better way to overcome discomfort than befriending a dog! Than you’ll never have to worry about any dog sinner getting the upper hand!” Somewhere in that sentence was comedy gold, apparently, considering Alastor erupted into insane laughter which just had you awkwardly standing there watching as he vibrated joyfully.
Once his cackling was finished, he wiped away a non existent tear and bent toward you. With a pinch of your cheek Alastor gently shook your head side to side. “How adorable you are, someone getting the upper hand? On me? Ahah! Now i see why you and Husker get along so well! Silly little house pets, assuming such silly things.” You gently pushed his hand away a little upset by the quick switch in demeanour, not that he’s not been like this before, he was known for this. “Well, whatever, i meant well. Anyyhoo, does that mean we’re cool now?”
Al cocked his head to the side, repeating ‘cool’ to himself as if he didn’t know the word before shaking his head, and confirming that you two were indeed ‘cool now’. “Perhaps we should hunt together more often my dear, after all i’ve never had someone bend over and swear secrecy in return for nothing. You must be dying for a little bit of private time with me.” Gaping at him you watched as he turned his back and started a walking away. Snapping his fingers, the deer disappeared from your feet and reappeared on a table, big enough for two.
“Yeah right, I’d never that’s, uh, barf y’know.” You muttered collecting yourself, still a little ashamed he had seen right through you. “Come, dig in! After all this was your catch my little pet, it’d be so unkind to leave you without. Dogs do enjoy that, correct? Rewards.” Now sat across from him, your mouth fell in a flat line, ears drawn down. “Yeah, sure, just as much as deers like to be eaten huh? Why don’t you hop up on the table deer, doggy wants their reward.” You shot back, possibly a bit flirtatiously as you’d truly prefer him being your treat, your reward.
A record scratch sounded out from him, effectively causing a silence to wash over the two of you. You coughed, and a meek smile graced your face as you eyed the meat in front of you, then back to his eyes. Alastor seemed to be in quiet contemplation as he looked at you, his smile once open, now closed but his eyes relaxed signalling that he wasn’t going to launch himself over the table and maim you for what you said.
You both sat watching each other seeing as he made no movement or noise. The silence made your worried mind wander, while other parts of your mind foolishly wondered if what you said sparked any particular interests in him.
After all, you believed it was pretty hard to miss the double entendre there especially when you purred it out to him like a horn dog succubus. Sitting up straighter in an attempt to conceal your anxieties, you met Alastors calm gaze that never strayed from your form. It was like he could see straight into your mind and your heart kicked up with the worry of ‘could he read fucking minds.’
“So! I’ve seen you and the spider have gotten along swimmingly. Tell me, why does such a shy thing like yourself prance around with such a fellow? One that draws unruly attention wherever he goes?” Alastor finally broke the silence materializing a fork and a knife to dig into his meat. You were relieved the tension finally broke and you could move past the comment, for now. However bringing up the topic of Angel seemed quite calculated on his part.
“Angels amazing, especially when you get to know him Al. Plus, he knows what it’s like to be pushed around by men, he never puts me in the position where i’m the target of some sleazes desire.” You rant turning the dead deer towards you, not bothering to ask for cutlery as you planned to dig in- claws and teeth. “Hm, i suppose that could be true my dear, but i can’t help but be skeptical seeing how utterly opposite the two of you are.” You waved a hand lazily, ripping into the deers leg and nawshing down.
“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” Alastors eyebrows quirked at your rude gesture, that being speaking with your mouth full, but he wasn’t too surprised as he reminded himself you were just a dog. “It’s as clear as a sunny day pup! You are so unsure of yourself! Oh my, I just love watching you shrink into yourself at the sight of any demon outside the hotel. One of my favourite past times is walking around the ring with you as you shake like a chihuahua that lost its mother!” You watched mouth full as he threw his head back and laughed, again, quite theatrically.
The laugh track sounded with him as he did so, his ears perked happily, hand draped over his heart. You couldn’t be mad at what he said when he just looked so, adorably goofy. Obviously you hated being in hell and near other sinners, they were gross the majority of them wanted to harm you in some way, so you weren’t bothered at all that he could tell you were afraid of them, but you were curious as to why he decided to steer the conversation this way.
“Well Alastor, we’re all afraid of something. Oh and by the way- even though you only come to watch me cower- i still enjoy whenever we go out together.” You admit switching between inspecting your meat and looking at Alastor as he ate his. Alastor covered up the shock that he felt by taking a few silent bites. Briefly he reflected on what there was to like, after all he barely spoke to you during the outtings, he always walked fast and slightly ahead of you so you were always racing to catch up, he couldn’t find a single reason you’d enjoy being with him.
“Do you?” He finally inquired his head falling to the side, looking up to him you nodded, swallowing before speaking this time. “Yeah, truthfully it’s entertaining to me too. Watching everyone around us move away from you, whisper n gossip about you, all while you pay no mind with your head up, unbothered. Oh! And your radio too, I am not sure if you notice, but when you hum your radio just hums out with you, it’s nice especially since i’m too afriad to put in a headset. Oh and of course, you make me feel safe.”
Leaning forward slightly, Alastor placed his silverware down and placed his elbows on the table. Behind him his tail subconsciously wagged, pleased to hear that you had felt safe with him. It was an unusual emotion that sparked through his chest and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like he was loosing control to another sinner, and that was a big no no.
Alas, Alastors curiousity outweighed his distaste for the emotion soaring through him and instead decided to full speed ahead into it. Perhaps because that felt like he in some way gained control back by choosing to breathe into it rather than run. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” Alastor started slowly, dragging out his words buying him time for what to say next. “Had I known before i could’ve arranged something. You do know i have quite the little posse of shadows on my side, correct?”
Alastors eyes were lidded watching you lean back in your seat ever so slightly, shadows beginning to wisp around the floor by your feet. “I didn’t think you’d do that for me Al.” Resting his head on his hand, he ‘tsked’ at you. “And why is that my dear.” The expression on your face read pretty clearly as ‘are you kidding me’ but Alastor wanted to hear you speak. “To me it was pretty obvious, up until this point I had asssumed you hated me!”
The frustrated exclamation really didn’t bother him, instead he kissed his teeth, rolled his eyes and shook his finger like a scolding mother. “Silly pup, you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me.” Rolling your eyes right back you cracked a smile at him. It seemed to you he was trying to banter along with you, which was progress, and made your stomach flip. “Oh shush Alastor, you absolutely loathed my presence up until you could find a use for me.”
Alastor hummed flatly, checking out his claws. “Not true.” Snapping his fingers the deer left untouched disappeared leaving the table barren. Alastor stood and undid his coat walking away leaving you hanging. Shocked by his sudden reaction, you stood the table vanishing behinfd you. “What do you mean Al?” He hung up his jacket, now left only in his vest you standing behind in patiently. Once hung up Alastor turned to you and smiled mischievously down at you. Before you could question him, he grabbed your face under your chin and grasping your cheeks.
“Oh my silly little dog, you think your form was the only thing pushing me away. No,” Gawking up at him as he invaded your space for the first time in your months of being here, he stood inches away from you forcing your head up to look into his eyes. “I admit, i’ve been dealing with more unpleasant emotions than fear. You’re quite divine, you know.”
You felt like you were melting and your heart raced in your chest and the radio demon looked down at you with a softness you’d never seen in his eyes before. His hand released your cheeks and instead he started gently caressing you, loving the way you shivered just at his touch. “You’re hard to put up with, my dear. Allow me to confess you’ve been the the most difficult sinner to rid from my mind. Silly as that may be. I have ridiculous thoughts about what you may think of me, how i look, my golly i even ponder whether you desire my presence when i push you away. I also wonder what other undeserving sinners have your attention, have their paws on you.”
As he spoke he inched closer to your face, his hand cupping your cheek while the other ghosted up your arm, barely making contact with your flesh. You felt weak at the knees as he hovered above you with suck a coy smile, his red eyes looking straight into your own. “Al..” You trailed off almost warningly, but all he did was hum lazily bringing his face even closer to yours.
You could smell his fragrance one you couldn’t fully pinpoint as one thing. Definitely a cologne of sorts, mixed with blood, deer guts, and the faintest scent of pine. “Tell me sweetheart,” Alastor started dragging his hand from your cheek to gently grabbing your neck, making you swallow. “Do you hold the same interest in me as i do you?”
He almost sounded as if he was mocking you when he asked, but you were too lost in a haze from this fucked up foreplay he had going on to notice. Instead you nodded just barely moving your head but you knew he’d see it. “Of course you do, good little pup. I noticed.” Alastor hissed out darkly before pulling you by your neck flush against his body.
You squeaked but it was hushed by Alastors lips connecting with your own. You hands flew up to his chest grabbing on for dear life. In fairness the kiss was pretty soft, but you were so shocked your body reacted a bit harshly. He kept his smile against your lips, you matching his pace unashamed at how quick you kissed him back. His right hand kept on your throat controlling how close you were to him while his other hand danced up to your head to push your lips closer to his.
Pulling away abruptly Alastor shot up straight suddenly holding you at a distance by both shoulders. Your body ragdolled to his command barely catching your footing as you were in a lovey dovey haze. “Perhaps that is enough for today! Don’t want to get carried away now! You deserve proper treatment from a gentlemen!” Broadcaster voice back in play, you winced as he tonned down his volume for quite awhile up until this point.
However your annoyance didn’t last seeing as Alastor actually wanted to go out with you, so instead you smiled up at him. “How kind of you Al, maybe we can have more deer?” Dusting yourself of invisible dirt, Alastors hands retreated behind his back. “Of course my deer sounds like a gas! But for tonight perhaps we should relax. I have to get to a meeting within the next few hours, but i thoroughly enjoyed our time today!”
Smiling at him as he lead you to his door this time his hand pressed gently against the small of your back. “I really enjoyed it too Al, especially the part when you kissed me that was my fave.” You teased watching as he looked away his ears tilting to the sides ever so slightly.
“Yes, well, i did as well. Now then! Carry on i must get appropriate, ta-ta!” He exclaimed pushing you out of his room and shutting the door behind you, and while you giddily ran off hyped to tell Angel about everything, Alastor collapsed against the door smile strained heart pounding in his chest, incredibly uncomfortable with how to deal with these emotions, but please at the same time with experiencing something he’d not felt before.
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keep you safe ~ m.s.
in which matt snaps at you because he is having anxiety before a show.
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matt had begged you to go on his second tour with him. you two were a fresh couple during the last one and he absolutely hated it.
he just missed you like hell and didn’t want to do that again. so you agreed to go on this one with him.
it’s currently the second show and you loved going to the first one with him so you were excited about this.
you guys had been driving for most of the day before stopping the tour bus at the hotel then checking in and dropping off all our stuff then driving back to the venue. now just waiting in the tour bus until the triplets needed to go in.
you had noticed that matt seemed a bit off but you just figured it was because he didn’t get good sleep last night.
“hey baby are you excited?” you ask matt who was watching tv. “mhm” he sighs not breaking his gaze from the tv.
you entered the venue with various security guards around you and the triplets.
meanwhile matt was biting his nails feeling extremely stressed and anxious. he felt sweat prick at his hairline. he started doing some deep breathing as he entered his green room type of area to get ready.
you quietly sat on the floor backstage wanting to leave matt and his brothers alone to get ready.
nick entered the room first wearing a purple shirt and some jorts. “looking good nick!” you compliment “thanks babe, i gotta go check with the sound people so ill be back soon” you nod.
then matt enters backstage. he’s wearing a blue tshirt and jeans, simple, yet he still looks so pretty. “hey baby, you look g-“ “shut the fuck up! god you’re being so annoying!” he shouts quickly storming out.
matt felt panic rise in his throat.
shit. shit. shit.
he felt himself start to sweat as he’s breathing restricted. he tried to take deep breaths but they’d just get caught in his throat.
“matt?” you shout down the long hallway knowing something was up with him.
“i-i-i” he tries to yell but it comes out barley a whisper. luckily you heard him in their because it was fairly quit in the hallway cause nobody went down it unless they had to use the restroom.
you quietly open the door and the second you see him your heart tugs. he’s sitting on the ground with tears running down his face, sweating, and trying to breath.
“hey, hey, matty.” you slide down next to him. you pick up his hand and place it on your chest covered with a blue shirt. matt looks up at you with glossy eyes. you take deep breaths as matt try’s to follow “so sorry” he mutters three times through strangled breaths. “matt it’s okay” you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.
he quickly kisses back, putting his shaky hands on your waist.
after a couple minutes you pull back.
you speak before he gets the chance to, “matt what’s wrong?”
“i-i don't know.” he mutters “i-im so sorry baby, i d-dont know what’s wrong. i don't feel good.”
“its okay matty. i love you and if something is wrong, even if you don't know what it is, please tell me and i can help."
he takes a deep breath“i love you more and i promise i will.” he sighs “i have to go, we go on in 10” he groans.
“okay baby, win for me. i love you so much,” you say with an idea popping into your head. he kisses your nose. you run a paper towel under the sink and wipe his face with it. “i love you too baby.”
you walk him over to his brothers and you place a parting kiss on his lips with a “you look so amazing matty.” and a flushed matt enters the stage.
you walk over to you favorite security guard and speak to him. “hey, i have to go get some things for the triplets i should be back about 20 before the show ends, ill text you when im back.” “oh yes of course mrs.sturniolo, ill be there to walk you in when you text me.” he nods “thank you so much!”
you leave and stop by your favorite flower stand and get a bouquet for matt. then you stop by target and get candy and stuffed animals of their animals for each triplet. you leave and arrive back 16 minutes before the show is gonna end, holding a bag full of stuff.
you enter the backstage area seeing the triplets enter from the stage, all three of them sweaty.
matt glances around before landing on you before he jogs over to you “baby! baby! i won!!” he says holding up his medal.
“good job matt! here you go, there’s more stuff in here but they're for your brothers too so can you go get them?” you ask while handing him the flowers you look up at him after your rant and see a shocked matt staring at the flowers. “these are for me?” you nod aggressively. he looks up at you and places a soft kiss on you lips, slightly leaning because there’s a bag and flowers in-between you guys.
he pulls back, “thank you so much baby. i'll go get nick and chris.” he says placing a soft kiss on your nose.
when matt, nick, and chris are in front of you you hand them their candy and stuffed animals.
they all hug you thanking you.
"are we ready to go back to the hotel?” you ask “mhm,” chris says, he looks exhausted.
matt drives them back to the hotel and you all settle down in your rooms.
matt dumps a bottle of water in a cup and uses it to put his flowers in placing his stuffed shark next to you in bed. “to keep you safe.” he said
you smile and open your arms, he lays on your chest. “i love ya’ so much baby” he mutters “i love you matty.” you kiss his head.
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Deprication
Miguel O'hara x Reader
Miguel Masterlist
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW (reader is female and 18+), dub con/non con, captive reader, My miguel is a bad boy, not a good boy, aggressive miguel, he's a nasty lil mans, biting, blood, mentions of force, implications of ownership.
Had to get this out of my system. I did not proof read this!
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"When has running ever worked for you?"
The lab floor felt cold against your skin but compared nothing to the ice in Miguel's eyes. He stood over you, claws curled and red eyes searching. You hardly recognized him like this, feral and borderline beastial. With a groan, you shift in your position and attempt to sit up, ready to begin your apology when something sticky locked your wrist to the ground.
"Answer me."
You were trapped now. Even with one hand free, you'd never be able to claw the webbing off your skin without his help. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you force a timid smile and look up towards O'hara's brooding form. "I-im sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. Just was being a little spontaneous." You laugh, but your nerves are shot and the unease is clear as day in your expression.
Miguel wasn't buying it, but he never did.
He dropped effortlessly into a crouch before you and shook his head. "We talked about this, kiddo. You don't try to run, and you don't get punished." Your breath draws in your throat as his large hands push your legs apart while he crawls between them. Miguel nudges your dress up your hips as his suit retracts over his pelvis.
"Im sorry," you whisper, tugging at your arm and watching him carefully.
"No, you aren't." The red dims from his eyes, but the callous expression remained. "Not yet."
Swiftly cutting your panties open with his claws, Miguel shifts himself into position against you. While you cannot see his cock, you knew how big he was from memory. The man drops his head to your neck and breathes in your scent, listening to you whine as he nudges your entrance. "Better relax." He licks your throat and nips. "Or don't. Doesn't matter to me."
The pain is searing. He bottoms out on the first thrust, filling your cunt excruciatingly full. Your head tilts as you scream, heat blossoming across your cheeks as he forces you to stretch around him. Your cry is cut short as his palm covers your mouth, muffling you as he sets a brutal and focused pace. Each thrust causing your smaller frame to bounce under him.
"There you go, just like that. Knew you'd come around." His voice grunts in your ear, his hips impacting yours bruisingly hard. Your free hand flails, grasping at him where it can and sinking your nails into the meat of his bicep. All you can do is take his cock while he used you like he owned you. Miguel gives a groan, smitten by how tightly you squeeze around him and how warm you are. He fucks with purpose, driving his cock with precision and knocking your cervix.
You can only scream against his hand, your pelvis taking the brunt of his assault. Stars pop behind your eyes, and in your dismay, you feel yourself rapidly rising. Miguel could smell it and shifted to sink his claws into the floor and begin rutting into you harder. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" He snaps his hips to yours, plowing your cunt relentlessly hard. As Spiderman, he had endless stamina and strength to use against you.
As your orgasm rose, you hit and pushed at his arm, trying to fight it. Even while he bullied your cervix, your eyes rolled back, and your body arched. You were chasing it now, your legs opening wide and hips angling to help him glide unhindered inside of you. It only took two more thrusts before you came crashing down. Clenching around him, you shudder as you burst, sobbing against his hand while you cum.
Miguel rocks harder, fucking you through it before he hunkered down and shoved as far as he could go. Snarling like an animal, his eyes close, and his mouth latches to your shoulder. Pain blooms as he breaks your skin with his fangs. He ruts twice more before stilling and shuddering. You can feel his massive cock throb within you, followed by the heavy, hot spurts of his cum drenching your innards.
Removing his hand from your mouth, he moves and kisses you hard. Blood smears between your lips, and he dips his tongue between your teeth, groaning as he keeps you two connected. He remains on you like that for a few moments before finally lifting his head and sitting up. Relaxed back on his knees, Miguel watches as he slowly slides out of you, smirking when you twitch and whine.
"Next time you run, I won't be so gentle."
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JUST CO-WORKERS : aki hayakawa
warning(s) public sex ? idk, but it’s balcony sex at reader and aki’s apartment lol. fwb, unprotected sex, creampie, slight spanking
word count 1,537
author’s note honestly didn’t wanna post another drabble but this has been on my drafts for months now n im having a little aki phase anywayz so hii
aki smoking that pack while giving you backshots, the morning news playing in the background, sun slowly rising across the horizons.
the air felt cool and groggy, the city still awake with lights from the long night, yet no one was outside to see your tits bouncing against the metal bar of the terrace that’s preventing you from falling over 9 stories down.
aki groaned in frustration, a cloud of smoke slipping out his nose and lips as he finally pressed the butt of his cig on the ashtray next to you , “baby, stop moving around so much, would ya?” he was literally asking the impossible judging by the way your body jolts with each thrust.
you mewl, face down to watch as some of the residents from your apartment complex exit the building and vouch for a taxi. “fuck, fuck— aki…” the molten stench of the cig was making you dizzy, enough that you were forgetting that people can hear you.
it’s definitely not the best type of noise to hear first thing in the morning for your neighbor’s sake, but you and aki have been up all night for work and are unable to fall asleep due to the adrenaline rush from killing devils so what better way to cure that than to just fuck like animals for a good night’s— or morning’s rest?
aki hunches over your shoulder, one hand squeezing your tummy while the other tilts your jaw back to meet his eyes. “ ‘m gonna need you to quiet down, alright? i want to be the only one who can hear you.” he leans in for a kiss, one that was full of lust, all wet and messy.
it’s complicated with aki, really. he doesn’t want to be in a relationship but would constantly get your hopes up whenever he’d probe you into these types of situations. the first time was when you came home after a dinner with other co-workers and a drunken kiss led to a hook up. something like this should’ve been expected as soon as you both were assigned to live in the same apartment, you just didn’t expect to like him as much as you do right now.
his cock was stretching you open, clit starting to feel cold from being deprived of touch. your cunt was so fucking wet, the sound of your slick slapping against his balls tickling aki’s ears. his hands were firm on your waist, adam’s apple prominent from his perspired neck.
the base of your ass slammed against his abdomen as you throw it back on him, his abs gleaming from the sheen of sweat and the sunlight peeking past the cracks of the buildings in front of you.
your knees were starting to give out, arms hooked around the railings of the terrace. “aki- i want you, please. please make me cum.” desperation lingered in your voice, it was comical honestly.
“hm? don’t you say the same thing when you’re with other men?”
you mewl when his tip plunged onto your g-spot. “wh-what other men?”
he scoffs, palm striking the skin of your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. “you don’t think i know? all those nights you’d invite some random loser from the bar and i have to listen to you fake your orgasm? i gotta say,” he slaps you again and grabs a chunk of your ass to grip on. “you’re a pretty good actress. but i know you, sweetheart. and i know how fucking beautiful you really sound when you cum.” he chuckles in between pants.
“why do you care so much anyways?” you yelp and aki rocks his hips vigorously, your hole starting to seep with arousal, dripping down your thighs and the curve of your ass marred with the print of his palm.
aki isn’t a chatty person at all, but you’ve been around him long enough to know that if he’s rambling like this, he’s pissed. under those nasty words of praise, his cock is bullying your insides and is risking you of getting a noise complaint.
he isn’t wrong though, you go around sleeping with other men on purpose to make him seethe in jealousy— to make him realize how much you mean to him. you intentionally exaggerate your moans for him to hear on the other side of the wall and he’s taking out the envy on you right now.
his clammy palms bruised the plump of your waist, his breathing heavy and teeth digging on his bottom lip. “because…” he punctures the same spot over and over again at an intermittent pace in between his words. “you deserve more than that.”
you grit your teeth, fists clenched while you whimpered. aki pulls out and wraps his palm around his fat cock, resting it in between your ass while jerking himself off.
he grunts, slapping his tip against the base of your back and taunting you. “so you want me to beg? is that it?” you groan.
“sure. not with that attitude though.” you couldn’t see him, but you bet he probably has that shit-eating grin plastered on his face right now.
it’s a change of pace from his usual stoic attitude.
he sneaks his hand in between your legs and teases your clit, the flat of his finger flicking you. “aki- don’t do this, shittttt…” you were starting to feel your stomach contract, sweat trickling from your forehead down your nose. the heat of the sun was starting to cower the dewy air, you turned your head, mouth quivering from the immense stimulation.
“please aki? i’ll be good to you. i’ll be a good girl for you…” it was so unnatural for you to pout as you are right now, bottom lip sticking out as you plead to him.
aki laughs, moaning while he fucks into his fist before poking his tip back in between your folds. “ ‘wasn’t that hard now, was it? ‘knew you had it in you.” he takes one of your arms and pins it on your back, a ball of his spit plopping down his cock before he snaps his hips against your ass.
his cock stretched your tight hole deliciously, thighs jiggling with each thrust. the tv’s noise and your moans was now swallowed by the honking and the engines of cars downstairs, you can practically see the whole road with your tits smashed against the railings. your arm is sore from being held behind you, slick running down your inner thigh.
“aki, fuck, cum with me, ah fuckkkkk” you curse out loud, your breathing jagged and sharp.
he stutters, grunting as he lets go of your arms and bruises your waist with his calloused hands. “w-where?”
“inside, baby. hah- ‘want you to make me yours.” he frantically slipped himself inside of you once more before fucking you full of cum mixed with your own, pulling his cock out with a pop! sound as translucent white cum dripped down your clenching pussy.
“fuck,” aki gasps and you turn around, seeing his face drenched with strands of his raven hair sticking to his forehead. he massaged your breasts, your palms cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a longing kiss as you walk back into your shared apartment.
you hadn’t realized he was leading you to his room and onto his bed, you were too lost in his familiar lips that tasted of spearmint and cigarettes. you pulled from each other, your thumb pressing on his bottom lip.
you never slept in the same bed even after sex. it’s as if it was an unspoken rule— a boundary you should never cross.
however, this time felt different. aki got you to lay on his mattress and covered you with his fluffy comforter, the buzzing of the ac easing your sore body.
he settled next to you after putting his boxers back on, back against the headboard. “you’re free tomorrow, yes?” he asks, opening up a bottle of water from his nightstand and chugging on it before passing it to you.
“yeah duh, we’re in the same division.” you take a sip from the plastic bottle. probably not the best idea to share a drink with a chronic smoker, but you stopped caring.
aki always hated having to express his feelings especially after the tragedies that had occurred in his life. you were the only one that didn’t pity him when you found out about his past and that gave him a sense of hope.
maybe he’s not cut out for this and more so that you’re supposed to have a wall of professionalism in between you two, but to hell with all that. “let’s go on a date tomorrow.” he sighs.
“as…?” you slumped your head on his shoulder.
“as a couple, duh.” he places his nose on the top of your head, getting a whiff of your coconut shampoo.
“awh, is this your first time asking someone out?” you scoff.
“don’t make me take it back.”
“okay, okay! fine, i’ll go out with you tomorrow.” you’re being nonchalant, but nothing can express the amount of happiness bubbling up inside of you.
he hooks his arm around your shoulder and pushes you closer to him. “this means we’re dating now, right?” you whisper, pecking his jaw lightly.
“yes, babe.”
#the ending was kinda eh but wtv#aki hayakawa#aki csm#aki hayakawa smut#aki smut#csm#chainsaw man#csm smut#chainsaw man smut#aki x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#aki x reader smut#aki hayakawa x reader smut
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Hyrule, wild, twi, time, and sky’s reaction to reader squirting on them for the first time? How would they deal with the reader being super shy after?
ur a genius. i love this ask MWAH let me give you a kiss. i’ve been having a hard time writing but i really like this idea
i played around with formatting here lol, looks weird.
cw: squirting obv, overstim, coochie eating, praise, breeding kink in times, he also calls you pup, fingering, doggy, mating press, reader has a vagina no pronouns
minors do not interact.
hyrule
will be shy himself! he’s in such belief that he did that to you. he made you feel so good you squirted on him. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came right there or even came untouched. and even then, he’s hard again immediately. he'd flush with excitement, asking you over and over how good it felt. it only makes you more embarrassed.
you whimpered his name over and over as the knot in your stomach began to unravel. he groaned into your cunt, lips attached to your clit. you looked down at him, shuddering at the sight of him staring back at you like a starved man. your orgasm hit abruptly, causing your legs to kick out and your cunt to spray all over his face. your boyfriend almost choked at the sudden orgasm that hit him, staring at you wide eyed as his cum pooled onto the sheets. once the both of you caught your breath, you apologized profusely.
"n-no! it was, fuck, it was so hot, sweetheart. c-can we... i wanna try that again.”
wild
oh he’s smug. he’s so proud of himself. he’s always doing things for others but pleasing you was special to him. he stops for a moment to just watch you gush and then goes down to kiss your clit. he'll quiet your embarrassed cries by telling you how pretty you looked.
your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. your legs trembled in his hold, his fingertips leaving small bruises on your thighs. he stared down at the spot where you two met. your soaked pussy was still fluttering around him. when wild looked back at your face, you were whimpering in embarrassment, arms hiding your face. he chuckled softly, gently moving your arms out of the way.
"f-fuck babe im sorry-"
"no no, baby, you were so pretty. you think i can make you do that again before i cum?”
twi
an animal. you don’t get a chance to be shy because he doesn’t stop, not even for a second. whether he’s drinking down your cum or fucking you through your orgasm, he needs you to do it again. he needs to taste it, to feel it— he just needs more and will go for as long as he’s allowed.
you hid your face in the pillows, the soft material muffling your wails. twilight wouldn't let up, pounding into you as if he didn't know when he'd get the chance again. he'd been desperate, barely giving you a chance to breathe as he ravaged all of your sensitive spots before manhandling you onto all fours. you felt your orgasm coming, and he could too. "go on 'n cum, you deserve it, doll." you obeyed without a word, sobbing when you squirted all over the sheets. his thrusts never stop, making you squirm to escape his grasp.
"not done yet. i want you to drench me, 'kay darlin'?"
time
a menace! will tease you about it relentlessly both degrading and praising you. immediately goes to make you do it again, watching your face the entire time. he wants to watch your face this time as you cum so hard that you soak him. it because his goal now to make you squirt at least once every time you have sex
your dear husband had you in a mating press, dick stretching your poor cunt as far as it could go. your eyes were crossed as you let out little 'ah-ah-ahs' at his harsh thrusts. time wanted to fuck you full, making sure you had at least 3 loads in you by the time he was done. he wanted you stuffed full with a kid asap. time felt you clenching around him and began to play with your clit, making you feel so good you could cry. you shrieked suddenly, body seizing up as you came. “dirty, dirty pup," he called. you whined, uttering a quiet 'don’t look, please' that made him chuckle and grab your chin. "you squeezed me so hard, felt so good. you're so messy... could you do that again for me, dear?”
sky
lets you ride it out and then asks you what the fuck was that LMAO. like he knows, he's just so surprised that it happened out of no where. he wasn't even trying. but now he's going to have to make you cum like that every time. so he's gonna take his time making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, and his dick. it may take a few nights but he is determined.
your sweet boyfriend had been in between your legs prodding at your g spot with his fingers for what seemed like forever. you'd already cum twice, but this one felt stronger. your moans rose in volume as you finally caved, sensitive cunt gushing all over sky's arm. sky didn’t know where to look. his soaked hand, your trembling legs, or your fucked out face. you just sprayed all over him and you were mortified. you pulled your legs in, turning your head and hiding your face from him. he smiled down at your form. "don't be shy, sweetheart... need you to do that again. on my cock this time. maybe on my face later if you're not too passed out. pretty please? wanna feel your cunt squeeze me like you did my fingers."
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javier peña x f!reader | chapter five of late night texts
summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes.
an: it's happening. everyone stay calm. also, we have a new header ;)
wordcount: 2.2k.
text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi
Woke up this morning and remembered that we’re going to meet
I may have also woke up smiling
On a scale of Javi smiles was it bigger than the one when we destressed one another?
bigger you flirt
I’ve learnt from you. Never used to be like this. I was innocent before talking to you.
somehow baby I doubt that
We can argue about it later if you want? When I kick your ass at the crossword.
cant wait. try not to let those assholes get you down
I’m on my best behaviour this week. Need them to not revoke going to Houston.
oh any special reason
Not really.
ouch baby
Ask silly questions, win silly prizes.
im going to houston too
Oh are you? Any special reason?
gonna meet this beautiful woman who is an outrageous flirt
Great now I'm blushing.
you make it so easy
I have to go, the meeting is beginning, I'm sorry. Speak later, baby xx
Pop doesn’t bring it up, even if he knows. He waits—like dads do.
Forcing Javi to bring it up, all awkward—sweat pebbling around his neck, lower spine and brow. Not helped by the sun beating down on them, having to shout parts over the occasional animal grunt heard over their discussion as they repair the barn door.
Lately, his Pop leaves him to do bits like this alone. But he’s been hovering. More since the phone calls began and a level above that since he walked in on him the other night.
He stews in it. Allows it to thicken before he really brings it up—unsure whether to come out with it or skate around it. The two of them have gotten out of practice when it comes to sharing.
Javi is more used to lying to save face than being honest.
A hazard of his old job, he supposed. A mask he applied so his old man didn’t worry. Now, with those same occupational worries gone, Javi still finds it hard to let people in. Truly in. Not wanting to discuss Colombia, discuss Cali or Escobar.
It all adds to a pile of things the two Peñas don't talk about.
This wasn’t even bad news. It was good. Precisely what everyone wanted—including him—yet the words still seem to ball up in his throat. Rounding off, becoming a lump that sits.
Making it hard to breathe as he lifts a piece of wood; making it hard to twist when he moves to grab the hammer.
So much so, the words eventually just burst out of him. More like a confession than anything else.
“—that must have been real embarrassing for you.”
He can hear you stifling a laugh. His verbal reenactment of the conversation in the field with his Pop having tickled you.
“You’re an awful person,” he says, twisting the cord around his finger, smirking.
“If you feel that way, baby. We can always not meet.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. We’re meeting,” he says, coating his words in playfulness, even if there's a serious undertone remaining.
Turning on the spot, he leans against the wall. Finger looping more of the cord—hearing you lightly laugh.
“What... what is the plan, anyway?”
You hum, and he hears you shifting. Likely getting comfortable or reaching for something.
He’s learnt that often when he calls, you’re on your sofa—a blanket, sometimes over your lap. You like to be cosy, even if it's a warm day.
Other times you’re in your room, sitting on the bed—or under the sheets. It depends entirely on how warm you are, and how you’re feeling.
“Well, work will pay for my hotel for my two-night stay, and then if we, y'know, wanted to stay, I’ll just need to sort a room out for after.”
“How long have you managed to book off?”
It comes out shaky, more than he means it to.
Some of the finer details of your two’s meet left simmering in the centre of your usual conversations.
Both of you are evidently too afraid to ask.
“I’ll have managed to book off the week. Two days, including the day I land, for work and then the rest—if you're not a weirdo—can be with you.”
Grinning, he leans his head back, resting it against the wall. “Bit late now for you to be worrying about me being a weirdo, baby. I know the sounds you make when I make you—“
“Javi!”
Smirking, he bites the inside of his cheek. “It sounds good. Tell me the hotel, and I can book a room there.”
He hears it, the relief. The way you let out a breath, it blowing down the phone—making him smile.
“Y-you don’t mind?”
“You expected me to?”
Pausing, he hears you shuffle again. Sounding more like you’re on your bed than your sofa. “I mean, no. I guess I wasn’t sure what you’d assume. Cause, while there’s a good chance when I see you, I’ll want to spend every waking moment with you, there’s, y’know…”
Grinning, he curls the phone line around his palm, fingers sliding between parts. “The chance it could be a lot?”
“I just don’t want to fuck this up.”
He doubts you could.
From what he knows of you, he’s sure of it.
But, he also isn’t quite ready to confess he’s already pretty head over heels for you. That he is without seeing your face, knowing how tall you are—whether you have dimples or not, whether you smile with your lips or your entire face.
“How’re you gonna fuck this up, baby?”
You go silent, wondering if that’s the point you’ve shrugged to no one but your apartment.
“I’ve heard I’m a lot,” you say quietly.
Something snaps in him, a fracture running through him. “That’s alright. Steve told me I’m an asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole—“
“And I promise you’re not a lot. If anything, you could actually talk more to me.”
“Shut up, I talk loads.”
He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek as he sighs. “I'm excited to see you.”
“Me too.”
Moving closer to the wall, he swallows, looking at the chipped tile in his kitchen. “You’re not gonna fuck this up, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Promise. Let me book the room for the same amount of days as you, and then we can take it from there,” he says.
Struggling to hide his smile as you excitedly tell him you'll go grab your hotel details. More so when he's sure he heard you trip over something.
Are we going to do this when we meet?
you want to still do the crossword together
Yeah! We can find a place to pick up the paper if you want?
id like that
Good! Now, hit me with the next one so I can get some sleep so I can see you quicker.
got me blushing baby
7th word is d from ciders and clue is replacing, nine
Insteadof. This one is easy.
yeah im beginning to see that
Maybe we’re getting good at it?
let’s put it to the test, self-confidence six
Okay that one did take me a second but it’s aplomb.
you amaze me
Thank you. I think I should try and get some sleep, don’t want to look half-dead when I see you.
I doubt you ever could
I can’t believe I’m going to see the face that matches that suave voice.
suave ay. cant wait to see how pretty your smile is
You’re making me blush again.
tomorrow ill get to see it in person
You will. Goodnight, baby.
If I wasn’t meeting you it would be criminal being up this early.
Actually, it isn't even early. It is still night.
morning to you to baby I’m about to get on the road
Ok, I'm going to make myself the largest coffee.
Also if you’re not there after half an hour I’ll just head to the hotel.
hermosa I’m picking you up
I know but just in case, least you know I won’t be standing around.
you won’t be because I’ll be there
Javi, this way you have options to take one look at me and drive the other way.
I won’t do that
I’m just giving options and in case there is traffic
hermosa, im not going to stand you up
Okay, can’t blame a girl for wanting to help.
you can help me by getting your ass to the airport
Getting bossy, are we? I like it.
fuck baby you cant say things like that to me when i need to leave
Just something to think about on your long drive. Please drive safe, baby. See you soon.
see you in several hours
Javi is surprised at how smooth the drive is.
He watches the sun rise up as the miles tick on, sliding his aviators from his shirt to up on his nose. He finds a surprising road stop that serves not-bad coffee.
The kind that doesn’t leave that cheap tinge on his tongue or bitterly sitting in the back of his throat.
He doesn’t feel nervous, either.
And on top of that, he finds a parking spot at the airport with ease.
In a way, he worries it’s too good to be true. That such smoothness now means a rocky hill later.
That’s when the nerves kick in. It sitting, fluttering in his stomach—at first, all little wings and then all of a sudden something larger.
Shifting the parking brake into place, he turns the key to silence the car. His pulse creates a beat—steady, almost orchestral—as he glances up at the sea of people stepping out of the airport.
This is it.
He’s been trying not to picture you—attempting not to turn shapes into something solid. Javi wants the experience when his eyes land on you, as though his world is in black and white, and then he’ll see colour.
It’s what he hopes.
A part, small but insistent, keeps chipping away at him, reminding him to plan for the worst. To have a backup plan—a way out.
Picking up his phone, he stares at the blank screen. Somewhat reassured that you hadn’t either texted that you’d arrived earlier—or worse, you’d changed your mind.
Lifting his chin, sliding his palm over his jeans, he takes a breath—deep, heavy, the kind that expands his chest until it can’t anymore.
You should have landed by now.
His eyes glance at the time on his watch as he takes another breath. Checking down at his shirt, making sure for the hundredth time he hadn’t spilt coffee—ensuring dark brown hadn’t stained pink.
It’s what you had asked for.
How will I know it’s you?
youll know
Because you’re oh so handsome?
yes that and ill wear bright pink
For me? You spoil me.
Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he brushes his palm over his face.
It’s only then that he allows his eyes to flick from face to face, worry creeping in. It trying to merge with the happiness he’s been stifling on the drive. Scanning and scanning, glancing and glancing—
Then, in a worn denim jacket, legs out, dragging a battered suitcase behind, he sees you.
Or who he hopes is you.
If it is, you look nervous. It makes you stand out from the crowd of bustling people around you, as they struggle to get past you, and you struggle to force it behind a smile or banish it from your cheeks.
Even from here, it pulsates. You finding it more difficult as shaky hands pull out something from your pocket, unfolding it, before he sees the most ridiculous hand-drawn sign in between your fingers.
It’s definitely you.
You who has scratched Javi P onto a piece of paper, all accompanied by a worried expression on your face as you shift from leg to leg.
Javi isn’t sure why you made the sign. You didn’t need it.
Somehow, against all logic and odds, he knew it was you. His arm shoving the car door wide as he exits, not looking back to check it slams into place as he crosses to you, watching, waiting with his heart in his throat for your eyes to land on him.
And when they do.
It’s an eclipse.
It hits your eyes first, making them gleam like a beacon guiding him home. Then it reaches your cheeks, lips sliding up, teeth showing as you lower the sign, staring at him as he moves closer, forgetting all the others around the two of you.
As though a single soul has never even existed outside the two of you.
It’s just him and you.
Coming to a stop in front of you, he lets himself stare you up and down—voice and texts stitching themselves to the face he now sees.
Flexing his fingers at his side, Javi watches you slowly lick your lips as his heart slides back into its rightful place. The nerves slowly stop fluttering, and his mind begins to catch back up with him.
And the only thought that remains is: You're beautiful.
More than his mind could ever conjure or create.
“Hi,” you say.
And it falls like glitter from your lips to his ears.
His lips are unable to relax from their grin, spreading wider, cheeks aching as he fights running his knuckles against your cheek. “Hi.”
an: if this was a sitcom, this would be my season finale...
but alas it isn’t, so you only have to wait a week for them to be hanging out *wink, wink*
✨ also, check out this really cool moodboard a beautiful soul made for LNT for the birthday bash
next chapter ->
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“ it's your choice! „
submissive! afab! toji fushiguro x dominant! male! reader.
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, toji has a pussy, mean! reader, fingering (toji receives), needy toji, reader has a dick.
summary: will toji let you fuck him? you’re not sure he can even handle sucking your dick… but, it’s his choice.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.3K+
im thinking HARD about afab toji fushiguro. how he would be as you play with his pathetic cunt.
“so wet.” you comment, giving his bare pussy a light slap, making toji jump and arch his back toward you.
“i want you inside.” toji murmurs, a haze over his eyes as he looks at you.
you thrust two fingers inside, lightly chuckling as toji rides your fingers with a shiver, you finally reply, “yeah? do you deserve it?”
“nghh—yes—anggh! want your dick inside~” toji babbles, grabbing your crotch, making you hiss and purposefully curl your fingers inside toji, making his eyes roll back as his body shakes with an orgasm.
you continue thrusting your fingers and toji whines, “no, i can’t! no - stop!”
you lean closer to him, using your free hand to grab his chin roughly and make him look at you as you left kisses down his neck.
“thought you wanted me inside.” you tease, slipping your fingers out of toji and shoving them into his mouth.
toji gags at your fingers reaching so far down his throat. his hands paw at your hand, eyes watering. yet toji still sucks on your fingers, desperate to please you. you lightly chuckle and finally pull your fingers out of his mouth after a enjoyable moment of watching him struggle. he gasps for air, coughing.
you wrap your arms around him and kiss the side of his head, sighing, “if you can’t even handle that - how will you take my dick down your tight fucking throat?”
toji whines, his cunt throbbing, pathetically clenching around air. even from the thought of being overstimulated, he wants you. you guide toji’s hand to your belt.
“but still—it’s your choice.” you say with a shrug.
toji’s eyes are locked on your erection poking through your pants. you smile as toji’s hands fumble to undo your belt. he’s panting like a bitch in heat.
“i want it.” toji rasps out.
“good fucking boy.” you praise as he spreads his legs for you as you start to undo your belt.
a/n: i fucking hate everything about the way i wrote this. & idk what i should write next😢…
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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:
[Part 3]
Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions
CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates
BO SINCLAIR
He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill
"Let me help you with that,"
BAM!
Blood splatters all over him
"THE FUCK-"
He's absolutely shocked
The hell did you come from?
"Sorry, Baby Bo."
He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat
A bloody bat.
Theres blood on him.
And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...
click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done
You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...
"H-HOLY SHIT!-"
"Y-YOU JUST?!-"
"WHERE DID YOU?!-"
"HUH?!"
He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt
He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips
And where you this hot...?!
Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.
He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people
LESTER SINCLAIR
"Les, i got something!"
"coming!"
He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair
"Good job! What animal did you get?"
"You'll see~"
What in the hell did you mean by that.
He shrugged it off and let you drive
He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals
It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies
wait,
WHAT THE FUCK-
Blood spilled all over the car windows
You just sat there laughing
When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill
NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES
He's shocked, he will not get over this
"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."
He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car
BUBBA SAWYER
He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls
He was very upset
He only managed to get 3 out of 6!
the other 3 went missing
He just assumed they had escaped
Though, there was no trail that they had escaped
Which confused him greatly
He noticed you cutting up something
Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken
Just what he needed
Some nice dinner
Wait.
Where'd you get those heads?
WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-
"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."
He's silent for a minute
"Bub? is something wrong?-"
You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his
Happy babbling from him
KURT KUNKLE
Lets all be honest,
You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame
You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone
He would pretend that its special effects
Only on Halloween since its more believable
Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat
Will actually laugh at this
He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone
Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers
Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help
He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers
Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though
He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store
You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand
He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet
That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down
You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks
You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him
"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"
You held your gun down
You thought he was cute
He was your type
So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him
"W-wait, where we going?!-"
You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway
You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips
He thought you was mad cute
"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"
"Shut up, and move faster."
PATRICK BATEMAN
He honestly would not care
Oh, you kill?
Well, he kills too!
He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him
He thinks you're attractive when you kill
Sex after you or him had killed
He would literally go DOWN on you
slight blood kink
But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate
Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either
So, he'll shower or have you shower first
And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body
One way of him marking you
He'll show you off even more
He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone
And not because of him
HANNIBAL LECTOR
He came home and couldnt find you
He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place
The garage
He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items
And 4 un-bagged...
Human bodies...
And 3 chickens
"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"
He was shocked to say
But he quickly got over it
"Any is fine, dear."
He had a sincere smile plastered on his face
This made him feel more secure about you
His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?
How...
Lovely.
He would have to find out a way to repay you
NORMAN BATES
He liked you. A lot.
But his mother didnt
At first.
You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you
Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you
Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person
He made it towards your room, in front of your door
Then he heard screams
Norma was absolutely shocked
He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with
Norma took a liking to you
Someone who was like her son...
She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you
But you were an exception
Norman had also liked you
The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you
Norma had encouraged him too
"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."
"Hello, Norman."
He fainted.
#hannibal#norman bates#bates motel#patrick bateman#bubba saywer x reader#bubba leatherface#american pyscho#house of wax#texas chainsaw massacre#texas chainsaw 3d#texas chainsaw the beginning#texas chainsaw 2#lester sinclair#bo sinclair#sinclair brothers#house of wax 2005#spree x reader#spree movie#kurt kunkle
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Modern AU!
ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄
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author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
this is like 100% inspired by this song "red flags by tom cardy" because it made me think of how the first date with dottore in the modern au would be similar to that song LMAOO,, something short b4 i post smth long, this is a mix of dottore hcs and hcs with you!! if i hadn't given up in art i would've made an animation with dottore with this song :( barely proof read and got a bit lazy im too tired LMAOO enjoy this mess
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: basic dottore warnings, usage of 'zandik' (dottore is like a nickname between friends), (this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE okay? an AU where dottore is kinda normal-ish, so don't hate on me for the HEADCANONS. this is totally different from canon dottore), childe x kaeya cameo 😮, again, reader and dottore kinda crazy :3, timeline's fucked but the last section of hcs is when you've dated long enough yk!!
As one of Zandik's oldest friends, Ajax could only want the best for him! Even if it's something Zandik doesn't really care about; take dating, for example.
Zandik's love life was basically nonexistent, and he was never interested in it in the first place. He thinks it's such a waste of time, plus, he is well aware that his 'hobbies' are considered weird, and his personality is hard to get along with.
He'd rather stay in his office, studying his piles of files and documents of his 'hobbies' before he goes to work.
Zandik only agreed to go on a date with this person Childe managed to find through his connections in an attempt to stop his nagging while he was busy.
It's not like he expected the date to go well. Zandik knew that once his date starts asking questions about him, he will be candid about what his interests were, and eventually, his date will run away in fear.
Good, the faster they leave, the faster he can go back to his research.
Even though he didn't want to go on a date, Zandik will still be so formal about it. He will arrive 5 minutes early, spray on one of the most expensive cologne he has, bring a bouquet of flowers for his date, and wear a very presentable outfit.
Zandik appears to be the best date of the century; that's what most people would think as soon as he walks inside the tavern Childe had set up the date.
But, oh, it was just a mere illusion of what he truly was. The question is, can you handle it?
He couldn't wait to see the disappointment on your face once you realize that he isn't what he appeared to be.
"So, what kind of guy is your friend?"
On the tavern's second floor, a group of people were peering down to the first floor. Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche, and Kaeya sat at the same table, spying on the ongoing date between you and Childe's friend, Zandik.
Childe nervously chuckled and avoided Kaeya's puzzled gaze, rubbing the back of his neck when he raised a confused brow at Childe. Scaramouche, who followed Childe when he heard that Zandik of all people, was getting a date, along with Pantalone, took the liberty of replying to Kaeya instead. "He's weird." He remarked, sipping his cup of tea. "Your friend's likely to run away once he starts talking about something he's into."
"Allow me to clarify," Pantalone interjected before Kaeya could express his concern about you, "He's remarkably charming and well-mannered. Your friend will be in safe hands, rest assured." He offered a reassuring smile, yet Kaeya detected a hint of caution in his demeanor. "However, I must admit, he can be... intense at times."
Scaramouche crossed his arms and laughed sarcastically, "Intense is too shallow of a word to describe him." Then Scaramouche smirked at Kaeya, leaning towards him with a dark expression. "You were foolish to trust this idiot for a decent date for your friend. They'll be devoured alive."
Childe shot Scaramouche a warning glare and playfully punched his arm, then proceeded to put an arm around Kaeya's shoulders. "Don't worry too much, babe! They'll be alright," He said, though it sounded like he was trying to make himself believe with his words instead, "He's not as bad as they're making him out to be!"
Kaeya couldn't help but sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Not that bad..." He muttered under his breath, watching you from above. Well, on the outside, Zandik looked well-kept and even arrived earlier than he expected, with a bouquet of flowers at that. It appeared as if it wasn't his first date, just as Childe had mentioned.
But there was an uneasy aura that surrounded him, and Kaeya didn't know why. And with Childe bringing two other friends along with him to see how the date would end did not quell any of his worries. Fortunately, he has Diluc to keep an eye on you as well as he serves other customers.
He trusts Childe a lot, but he doesn't know if he could trust this 'Dottore'...
Kaeya could tell that you were bored as soon as you walked inside the tavern and spotted your date. You seemed attracted enough to his looks, but it seems like you don't sense anything off about him. All Kaeya wanted was to help you find a lover, so you'd stop pouting at him whenever he talks about Childe to you, but you were so not into the dating scene. So he's a little relieved you're showing a bit of curiosity over your date.
But when you asked about his hobbies, Kaeya couldn't help but let his jaw drop to the floor. He couldn't believe what he heard. It was utterly disturbing and something that should never be said on a first date! His gaze shifted to Childe, who facepalmed in exasperation, while Scaramouche and Pantalone struggled to contain their laughter. He was at a loss for words.
"That sounds illegal!" Kaeya exclaimed, pointing at Dottore, his disbelief evident. "What the hell is your friend?" He stared at them, waiting for an explanation, but Childe, Scaramouche, and Pantalone simply shrugged in unison, as if they expected this to happen.
Childe offered a weak smile to Kaeya and placed a hand on his arm, saying, "Sorry about him really... I tried talking to him, I swear! But I guess he's just—"
"Is that so?" Your eyes were wide at his response. "I don't think you should be saying that in public." You commented with a sly smile, sipping on your drink.
Dottore's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that strangely fascinated you. "Why not? You asked about my interests, and I answered honestly," he said, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "Don't worry; it is a completely legal hobby." His slightly threatening demeanor added an eerie allure to him, leaving you even more intrigued.
To everyone's surprise, including Dottore, you only smiled at him, face lighting up with newfound wonder. "That so? Then tell me more!" Dottore was caught off guard, blinking at you as if you were the one who told him something so absurd.
"Pardon?" Dottore straightened up, his eyebrow raised in surprise as he tried to process your unexpected interest in his peculiar hobby.
"Think I can't take it?" You chuckled, a challenging spark in your eyes. "I didn't expect you to say that, but now I'm curious. Now go on, tell me more."
It was surprising really, to see their friend, who showed little to no interest towards others, even towards his friends, be so engrossed in talking about his recent research and projects to a total stranger.
There was a light in his eyes that they've only seen when he's enthusiastically rambling about it. It was even more shocking that you were actively participating in the conversation with remarks, and questions, just full of genuine curiosity.
Dottore quickly forgot his disdain for this date, a grin permanently etched on his lips as you allowed him to keep talking about his research, no matter how perturbing it was.
He just felt so delighted that someone has finally recognized the potential his research held, and not only were you inquisitive about it, you gave him suggestions that expanded his realm of ideas!
All the while, you were excited to have such an interesting date this time. Kaeya always presented you with some of the most romantic dates you've ever had, but they always ended up boring you. And socializing with boring people tires you.
It was clear that it was such a big red flag if he was into such things, but you couldn't help yourself. He has a cute charm and the way he lit up when you asked about it? You were hooked.
Yes, wear that red-tinted glasses of yours.
Though the context of your conversation was slowly catching other's attention, other people in the tavern glancing and shooting the both of you disturbed looks the longer you talk.
The group spying on your date was still shocked at the sudden development.
Kaeya could feel himself grow weak upon the realization that this is your type of man. And as disturbing as it was, it appeared to be a... perfect match.
Scaramouche couldn't help himself and burst out in laughter. It was a welcoming turn of events; Childe was patting himself on the back, his previous worries turning into pride once he saw them getting along, and Pantalone merely smiled in relief.
But when Kaeya looked back down at your table, Dottore was gone from your table, and you were smiling and waving.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder, and Scaramouche stopped laughing.
"Having the time of your lives?"
Let's just say, the date ended with four people running out of the tavern with a pissed doctor tailing behind them.
Either way, it was successful! You exchanged numbers and set up another date.
Both of you wonder what this new connection would lead into.
♡.♡
Dottore has his own social media accounts. Shocker, right?
He rarely uses them, though, since his friends only force him to make one.
But he does use Instagram to post some images whenever he felt like it.
And just as you'd expect, he posts the most crude images you'd ever see in an account without getting banned or deactivated, despite getting reported half the time.
The posts aren't that bad, most of them are just aesthetically pleasing pictures of his study with filters, like his messy table, jars of preserved organisms, vials of dubious liquids, and his medical tools.
Sometimes, you'd even see some drops of blood in some pictures...
But it all changed when you started dating.
He still posted his weird, mysterious posts of whatever, but it included you.
It spans from just a part of your body being barely in the frame, pictures of your back while you examine his shelves of books he has collected over the years, or simply just you.
At first, you were barely in the pictures, and it still consisted of dark themes, like you holding a scalpel while wearing latex gloves. But the long you've dated, his pictures slowly became quite normal.
His Instagram account? There's never a picture that doesn't have you in it.
Dottore takes a picture of you whenever he feels this sudden urge to capture this one particular moment of you doing anything. Walking, talking, or simply eating.
He always posts the most unintentionally romantic stuff about you. He's so intricate when it comes to taking pictures of you, able to capture such photogenic shots even if you weren't paying attention to the camera.
And the captions to his posts always have articulately composed poems of how he feels about you, and his friends comment on the post, all confused at his sudden romanticism.
Dottore generally doesn't have a train of thought when he does this, though. When it comes to you, his brain merely thinks of you and goes "Hm, the lighting looks wonderful here, I must take a picture here."
And the poems? It's not like he thinks he has to post one to show how much he loves you through the posts, or anything like that. He just literally feels like it. It's like the emotions he has never felt before forming into words, and so he writes them down in the posts. That, and the fact that you seem to like them as well!
Dottore now posts the most jaw-dropping pictures you have ever seen of yourself in your life on Instagram, and no one's stopping him.
"Seems like you can't resist capturing every moment with me, huh?" You chuckled playfully, glancing back as you took a skip with each step, leaving him trying to catch up with his phone already in hand.
Dottore huffed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips in acknowledgment of your playful remark. He held his phone steadily before him, keen on capturing the essence of your beauty. As you continued to walk, you could feel his eyes on you, waiting for any instruction or cue from him.
You knew how much he loved taking pictures of you.
"Look back at me, darling," He called out from behind, prompting you to turn with a bright smile. In the midst of your movement, you heard a faint click! from his phone, and you quickly rushed toward him, eager to see the picture he took.
With a smirk on his lips, he held his phone just out of your reach, enjoying the playful pout that formed on your lips as you tried to get a glimpse. You got on your tiptoes in an attempt to see, but he kept the photo just beyond your grasp. "Hey! Let me see," You huffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. "It's my picture!"
"Ah ah ah, patience, my dear," Dottore teased, slipping his phone back into his pocket, safely out of your reach. You let out a playful whine of disappointment, but he merely grinned in response. "You'll see it later when I post it,"
At the end of the date, Dottore posted the picture on his Instagram as soon as he dropped you off at your place.
Safe to say that you were shocked at how he managed to make a simple picture and pose look so divine with a bit of tweaking with the filters. And the poem he wrote in the caption? Nearly made your heart almost explode.
(This is silly, but he'd probably print out pictures he's taken of you and then put them up on a board or something, so he can look at you while he's working or just doing his 'hobbies'.)
But you, on the other hand? You always manage to capture one of the worst pictures of Dottore and it almost makes you feel bad. It's not like you're doing it on purpose, but when you try to take pictures of him when you aren't on dates, it looks so horrible...
Dottore isn't one for pictures either, so you can only take them when he isn't looking or paying any attention to you (which is rare in itself).
One time, you took a picture of him when you were visiting him in his apartment, and it was so bad.
He looked so haggard, his hair was a mess, and his room was dark, so the flash was automatically on, and his eyes did the shining thing the cats do.
It honestly terrified you when you looked at the picture, but you refused to delete it because you just captured the truest form of Zandik when he was at home.
Still, you decided to post it in your Instagram story, tagging him in it.
You expected him to get mad at you for posting such a ludicrous image of him on the internet, but he didn't even mention it when he saw it.
He actually smiled instead; he was just happy that you posted him in your account. Dottore may not enjoy having his picture taken, but he can't deny the genuine joy that fills him whenever you post about him.
♡.♡
Dottore is a pediatrician. And he absolutely hates it. He loathes every single second he has to do his stupid job instead of expanding on his research.
Like, it wasn't his first decision to be a pediatrician. He wanted to do something else (that may or may not make him a criminal, but we're not going to talk about that).
His family were all doctors and owned their own hospital. His parents noticed his rather odd interests and decided to force him to become a pediatrician to 'tame' him a bit. Make him less weird.
(It kinda worked in my opinion. I mean, in my modern AU HCs, he hasn't killed someone.)
He kinda couldn't do anything about it either way, he has a hard time getting along with others. It would take a lot of patience to even have a conversation with him, so he has been rejected for other jobs.
Despite Dottore hating his job with his entire being, he's unironically really good at being a pediatrician. Just because he hates it doesn't excuse him for doing it half-assed.
He knows he can do it with ease, so he will accomplish as much as a pediatrician.
Dottore doesn't like children, but he's so friendly with them when he's on the job. He's so attentive to their needs and responds smoothly to each kid based on their personality- you can say he's the best at it.
He can tell if a kid isn't being treated properly by their parents and will not be silent about it. Dottore would literally lecture them about it in hopes they do what they're supposed to be doing.
As long as he does his job properly, he can continue with his 'hobbies' without any problems.
Well, his opinion changed ever since you came along.
"It's odd to see you so friendly towards children." You teased with a playful grin, trying to suppress your laughter as you took a seat opposite him at his desk. Dottore wearily rubs his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh of exhaustion, before eagerly reaching for the paper bag you've brought and unveiling the lunch you specially prepared for him that day.
As he hungrily devoured his lunch, he grumbled, "Let me assure you, my dear, I'd rather be engaged in something far more appealing." He paused for a moment, when you wiped some crumbs off his chin with your thumb, "They tend to be loud, messy, and not particularly brilliant, you know."
You giggled at his response, shaking your head. "What do you expect? They are still developing." You remind him gently, trying to bridge the gap between your opinions.
"A stage of humanity where they are utterly useless and vulnerable." He bites back, his disdain towards them evident.
Before you could respond to his comment, a loud cry pierced the air, originating from somewhere outside his office. Both of you turned your heads in surprise.
Dottore furrowed his brow, clearly annoyed by the disturbance. "What on earth is going on out there?" He muttered, standing up from his seat.
Without hesitation, you opened the door and peered outside. The cries continued, and it became evident that a child was in distress.
Dottore sighed, recognizing the situation required his attention, regardless of his feelings towards the children. "Let's see what's happening," He said, reluctantly but responsibly, as he led the way toward the commotion outside his office.
He was about to take care of the situation himself, but seeing how bothered he was, you decided to do it yourself. Crouching down before the crying girl, you cooed at her and wiped her tears away.
"What's wrong, little girl?" You ask softly, patiently waiting for her to speak through her hiccups.
"I can't find my mommy!" She cried, wrapping her arms around your neck and sobbing onto your shirt. Dottore winced at the sight of your shirt getting soaked with tears and snot, but you couldn't care less, picking her up in your arms and rubbing her back.
"Don't worry sweetie, we'll find your mommy, okay?" And with that, you managed to quiet down her cries, keeping her calm throughout the search for her mom, all the while entertaining her and making her laugh.
Dottore was impressed at how easily you consoled the little girl. It usually took a kid's parent or a very long time for him to make them stop crying. How did you do it? Is it simply because of your sheer empathy toward children?
But what puzzles Dottore even more is the warm feeling throughout his body when he sees you interacting with children with such tenderness and kindness. It was as if it was just so natural for you to be so good with children... You'd make a good pediatrician, he thinks. A parent too.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" You ask, raising your brows at him. As the question breaks his reverie, he shakes his head, slightly flustered, and returns to his office. "Oh, it's nothing," He replies, trying to brush off his momentary distraction. "I was just marveling at how naturally you handle children, even better than I do, and I'm the pediatrician."
You merely laughed at his response, playfully nudging his arm. "Looks like I'll be taking your job then," You tease, watching him mockingly sneer at the notion. "I'm just kidding. But you know more about this than I do. You're the doctor here, after all." You give him a reassuring smile.
Dottore was silent for a while, eyes on you, as the thoughts of you being such a good caretaker lingered in his mind. He wonders why he felt so warm inside at those thoughts. He then glances at your ruined shirt, and he scowls. "Get changed, my dear," He insists, "I have some spare clothes in my office. You shouldn't stay in those wet clothes."
Smiling brightly at him, you press a kiss on his cheek, watching the tips of his ears burn. "Thanks, baby!"
His thoughts never left him ever since that day.
You've decided to visit him more often at his work whenever you're free. Watching you play with the children, talking to them, and reading books to them, slowly helped him develop a shift in perspective when it comes to being a pediatrician.
You're basically the catalyst of his developed empathy. He learned how to communicate better with children through sincerity, and it honestly helped him more than he could ever know.
Now, he's coming home less stressed because he's having fun taking care of them.
But he will never admit it, no matter how obvious it was. He still dislikes children to an extent, but you really paved the way for him to become more caring.
It's always such a sight to see Dottore, a sophisticated, grumpy guy who would prefer doing his own research or being with you, grab a toy and start baby-talking to console a kid.
When you first witnessed that, you almost fainted from shock.
God forbid his friends to know about his slight change of nature.
But the biggest change of all? Him realizing that he probably wants to start a family with you.
It simply started with him talking to Childe about how good you were with kids, and he commented, "Dude, then start a family with them."
Then the realization slammed him like an oncoming truck.
He couldn't help himself. He loves you so much that he'd be willing to have children of his own (adopted or not).
Be prepared for a proposal soon :0
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hiii im here to outsource work 🎉
SO. the yohaji wiki. u may have heard of it. u may have even seen it and thought "wow what the fuck this is totally empty what piece of shit wiki editors" well its me. the piece of shit wiki editor who made it back in 2018 and never did much with it.
long story short (mostly bc impending anime) i wanted to actually work on filling out the wiki finally and while i was at it moved the wiki to miraheze bc of a variety of reasons. (its still very much a wip i only started working on it 4 days ago)
anyway. preamble over
i need YOUR help
to get nice images for the wiki, specifically good fullbody ones (or good halfbody ones), heres sort of a visual guide ⬇️
and upload them to this google drive! (more than one image per character is okay, in fact its very welcome)
how else can i help?
and im so glad you're so eager to help! nothing much else right now since i still have to iron out all the css and html, but i do have the characters page done, you can take a look through that and add or improve to the descriptions there (try to go for a more objective tone, look at other wikis to see how their character descriptions are like)
and if you know your way around wikitext, you could also copy the preexisting characters' templates and make pages for the characters who dont have pages yet
also, if you want to write chapter summaries for the volume pages, that's also very welcome!
#yohaji#also preferable if u do any editing on desktop bc i think the mobile page only updates every 24 hours#im rly bad at describing things like personality and relationships. u know like 2 of the biggest sections on a wiki page#i kinda never realised until i made the yohaji wiki bc the last wiki i worked on i was the css and translation guy and also#i just had to copy descriptions and stats from the game it was for#anyway i shut up now. if u let me ramble abt wikis i will talk forever
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