#when he gets mad you better dig your grave
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Everyone's like "wHeN iIdA aNd MoMo ArE mAd ItS rEaLlY bAd" well yes
BUT WHEN DIS MOTHERFUCKER FINALLY SNAPS ITS OVER FOR YOU BITCHES
#bnha#mha#Ojiro#bnha Ojiro#Ojiro Mashirao#mha ojiro#no but like#litterally#he is the most normal in their class#hest the real cinammon roll#when he gets mad you better dig your grave
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crazy, crazy for loving you
Summary: Loss can make people go insane.
(Yandere! Miguel O’hara x Yandere! Fem! Reader)
MINORS DNI
Warning: They’re both insane and a bit immoral. They are both very, very unstable people. This is a dark story of mutual obsession. (Mutual Non-Con Voyuerism, Mutual Masturbation, P in V, Swearwords, Mutual Stalking, Mutual Non-Con Spying, Oral (F receiving), Dark themes, Cockwarming) YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS ON YOU AND YOU ALONE!
When you see him, it's hard to keep your hands at your side and not run to him. It’s hard not to look at the man that wears your dead husband’s face and not weep like a baby. But you know it isn’t him. No, this man with the war in his eyes and fangs of a beast is not your Miguel.
But, God – God, did you wish it was.
So, yes, you were quick to agree to be apart of his little operation. Quick clipping the gizmo onto your wrist. The Spiderman logo spread along your torso like some awful red target. He knew your name, but it was obvious that you didn’t exist in his world. If you had, you were sure they would have been together. No. The you of his world was dead, like the him of your world. It was darkly poetic.
Lyla had taken a liking to you – his AI. She unintentionally helped you keep track of him; you didn’t stalk just keep track.
Then it happened. The fine click that had truly sent your observing of Miguel corrupt into something else, something darker.
Something had caused the collapse of your world. It was a war, much like the great Titan on EARTH-199999. Your world crumbled before you; you already didn’t have much left after the death of your Miguel but now you had nothing left.
When the collapse of it came, you were not on the battlefield with the other Avengers. You had been in the cemetery, fingers clawing into Miguel’s grave – determined to bury yourself in there with him. The cold mud coated your hands and body, knee digging in. You were about two feet deep, mad with intent.
“Y/N?”
The word stilled you. It was Miguel, you turned your head in a horrible hopefulness. Disappointment settled on your shoulders, in some half-mad frenzy, you’d thought it was your Miguel. But it wasn’t it was Miguel.
“Leave me alone.” you growled. “My world is dying.”
“You don’t have to.”
I died when you did.
“I’m right here, Y/N.”
“No.” you muttered, fingers in the dirt. “You’re below. I’m getting you out.”
A warm body dropped down, covering your back and pushing you forward. You wiggled and fought but felt a pinch at the side of your neck. Your mania subsided, a false peace overwhelming you. Before you knew it, you collapsed in the mud.
It had taken weeks of manic behaviour. They had to sedate you to get you to calm down – barricade and and chain you to stop you from attacking. You’d gone mad.
When Miguel came to visit you, you’d taken a turn for the better.
“I heard you broke Spiderman 8077’s jaw.” Miguel doesn’t seem amused. He stands over you – through the fizzing cage that electrocutes you everytime you touch it. You can’t bring yourself to snarl or fight. You look at him – flesh, bone, hope.
“He tried to make me forget.”
Miguel flinched. “He suggested something to help you sleep.”
“If I sleep, I forget him.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Miguel’s tone was soft and low. You closed your eyes and imagined being home in your apartment, the record player on and rain falling. Miguel dancing with you, dipping you low and laughing on your skin.
The daydream dissolves when you hear the click of your cell open. His voice of stone ordered; “Lay down.”
Instinct, really – the way you move to the cot and wiggle until your back hits the wall. The bed shakes as Miguel’s massive frame sets itself on the bed. He held you, pulling you close. He smelt like your Miguel. Felt like him too. But were all rugged edges compared to the softness of the man you were married to. Your fingers threaded in his hair, snagging a few by accident to bring them to your nose. You tucked some strands into your suit. For later.
For the first time in years, sleep came to you with ease. With that ease came the confirmation of what a gift reuniting with this different Miguel was. You had a second chance. Now, it was time to make use of it. Properly.
***
Miguel had started watching you when your world collapsed and you’d transition to his universe. Now, it wasn’t that he hadn’t been stalking – following – shit – observing you before. He’d just wanted you to get used to the Universe first. Ensuring you had a good identity, a day job and income.
You’d been grateful. So, very grateful.
He imagined that gratitude as something baser, raw and trembling. But he knew not to test the hand of fate. Yet he hungered for you. The devotion you’d shown to your husband, a version of him, was indescribably delicious. He wanted that for himself. Wanted you, all tears, all love. Each aspect of you a memorising thing; greed flooded him at the thought of claiming you.
It seemed like fate to offer you the guest room of his apartment. He hadn’t used it in years, and it was a waste not to let you in. You’d jumped at the opportunity – a perfect gift. You didn’t know what you were doing to him. Yes. Having you in his house, showering, eating, naked, open – mierda!
He took a deep breath to cool himself down. You were still at the dorm quarters of HQ, significantly more sane than you were a week ago when the two of you first slept together. Your scent still lingered in his mind. Lilies and cucumbers, fresh and vibrant. Thick and rich, god – he wanted more of that. More of the security of holding you. More of having you have him. The feel of your body curled into his, the softness of your silk skin breaking the delicate thread of his self-control.
Miguel looked at the room he’d allotted to you. Climbing to a corner to screw in a non-reflective camera. Getting you here was the first step and he was a patient man. Miguel had to make sure the apartment looked lived in. Making sure that some floorboards creaked, chipped at some paint on the walls, and ensured there was a leaky faucet in the guest bath.
His watch dinged. Fifteen minutes away.
Lyla flickered into existence. “Wow. This violates so many laws.”
“Didn’t ask.” he grumbled, wrenching open a panel of the wall to place a listening device.
“You get that for free.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Anamolly on Earth-7834, they need backup.”
“There are thousands of other Spiders to call.” He placed a nail between his teeth, hammering the panel back on.
“Yeah, well, Y’N asked for you.”
That made him pause. Swearing, he hurriedly put the panel back and suited up, tapping his gizmo and falling into a different dimension.
***
You only felt a little bad for deceiving Lyla.
Sure, Miguel would probably be pissed when he found out that you had lied and made his AI lie to him with some clever coding but it would be worth it in the end when the two of you were finally together. You just couldn’t get out of HQ unnoticed without some sort of distraction. So, you figured what could be better than calling in a favour with a friend you’d made while traversing Universes? Felicia was more than willing to play the part, ever wanton for chaos.
She helped you cause a minor anomaly which sent off enough of the Spiders off and allowed you to sneak into Miguel’s apartment. You looked for the master – the only room with a photo in it, one of him and his passed daughter. It broke your heart to know the pain he’d experienced. But you knew you were here now and more than willing to provide comfort and a new child. You’d even let him name the first one.
You weren’t here for that. You were here to plant a few presents. Sticking to his bedroom ceiling, you planted a camera in the corner, near his closet. In his bathroom, by his shower and mirror – you planted another one.
Time was limited. You knew the false alarm would only give you a short time. Before you left, you went through his closet, nose dug into his clothing and inhaling his scent. Sandalwood and oud. God, the earthiness sent a shiver down your spine. Unable to control yourself, you snatched a T-shirt and left through the window. You have five minutes left until your proposed arrival. Five minutes until Miguel consensually lets you into his home.
Foolish boy.
If only he knew what you had in store for him.
***
Miguel hurriedly returned home. Frustration laced his sojourn, as he tried to figure out just how Lyla had mistaken you calling out the anomaly of you being there and requesting his help. It was probably some bug. A minor thing he would fix after he greeted you.
One minute left.
He was cutting it close, climbing through his window and showering as fast as possible. He hadn’t even had time to dry himself off when the doorbell rang, pulling clothes on with wet skin.
“She’s here!” chimed Lyla, a little too cheerfully.
Miguel rolled his eyes. “No soy sordo, Lyla.”
When he opened the door, you were standing there with just two bags and a smile on your full lips. Eyes fluttering up at him with thick lashes and a soft look; “Hey.”
“Come in,” he welcomed without preamble. Miguel purposefully kept the space for you to pass narrowly. You were shorter than him and plush as you passed, buttocks jamming him slightly as you turned your back to pass in. Your toes shoved behind your feet to slip out of your shoes without him asking, he forgot for a moment that you knew him, even if it was another version. There were parts of himself you probably knew better than anyone did.
That made him excited.
“Your apartment is lovely.” You said earnestly. “Where do I put my bags?”
He moved to you, taking the bags and walking ahead to lead you to the guest room. It wasn’t bad. A queen-sized bed and all other necessities for a room. Miguel gestured to the opened door, “That’s the bathroom.Might give you some trouble but you’re welcome to use me – I mean mine anytime.”
You didn’t seem to catch him fumbling – ayúdame dios – walking around the room to get a better view. In the dim light, you looked fantastic, the neon of the outside shining on your skin and the expanse of your perfect skin exposed in those tiny shorts you wore.
Jealously bloomed in his chest. Had you fucking worn those on your walk here? How many people saw you? How many men had seen you in this way? Feral rage gripped him. Miguel set your bags down in the doorway, stepping back before he did something violent.
“You eat yet?” the question came out as a snappish growl which seemed to startle you. He cringed. He didn’t want you to fear him – he just wanted you to know your place as his.
Your brows furrowed. “You good, Miguel?”
“I’m dandy, princesa.”
A delicious blush bloomed on your skin. The honey was not enough to stop it from beaming forward. He wanted to drag his tongue down – to see how far this blush went. “I-I haven’t eaten yet.”
He smiled a slow, easy grin. “I’ve got some food in the kitchen. Eat with me?”
“Sure.”
Dinner went by slowly. Not in an awkward manner but it was agonising all the same. Agonsing to watch you sit across from him, agonising not to touch you, agonising not bit into your flesh and claw into your pussy with his hard cock.
His patience wore thin but he maintained.
The two of you had drinks afterwards, sitting on the couch until it grew too late. You yawned, hands stretching to the ceiling and pointed breasts jotting out through the cotton of your tank top. Your hoodie was abandoned somewhere. He eyed the pleasant curves of your body, the grooves that came from you being Spider-Woman and the softness that came from your natural figure.
“I’m gonna take that shower.” You announced. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, Miguel…I really appreciate it.”
Could you appreciate it with your mouth around his cock? “Of course. Anything for you. Y/N.”
You smiled prettily scampering off into your room. Miguel wasted no time in heading to his own, pulling up a camera feed from your bathroom. He sighed, watching you undress. You were humming along to something, hips shaking and hands running down your body.
He raised his hips, shoving his sweatpants down. His half-hard length plopping out. Fingers encircled the base, rubbing up and down as he watched you move.
You stepped into the shower and he switched the cameras. You sodded your body up, perfect nipples hard and hand slipping between your thighs. You rubbed yourself frantically. Rolling your nipple under your palms as you humped your fingers.
Miguel turned the volume up, his own cock coated in his special essence as he watched you. His hand became frenzied, tighter as it took him closer to an orgasm. His peak came as your voice sounded the last thing he expected to hear.
His own name.
“Meirda…Y/N…you want me too, baby?” He coated himself, groaning as you slumped on the video. You shook off your climax and finished showering, stepping out with a glow. He restarted the video, turning the volume louder – thankful for his soundproof room.
The knowledge that this wasn’t one-sided set something off in him. He threw his head, stroking himself from top to bottom. Desire coiled in his belly, like a snake ready to pounce.
Who was he to deny your wants, princesa?
***
Your fingers rapped on Miguel’s door somewhere close to midnight. You’d timed it perfectly. Your fearless leader hardly slept anyway so you were sure you wouldn’t be intruding. After all, you were sick? Weren’t you? The pills weren’t working, you needed to sleep. You hadn’t slept properly since that night. Lies concocted to make it all work. You just had to maintain your facade of innocence.
You smiled, thinking of Miguel’s little performance for you on your camera. You’d seen him stroke himself over and over at some random video feed. You saw his thick seed spurt out. Saw the girth of his length twitch to life. Fuck. You wanted that.
“Y/N?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse with sleep. You softened your face and frowned. “Did I wake you up? I’m so sorry…I just couldn’t sleep and you’d helped me that night…”
Ever generous, he opened his door wider to let you in. He’d changed form his earlier sweatpants. No doubt it was covered in his own spunk. A shame, really. “Of course, come inside. I’ll get another blanket for you.”
“Oh no.” You showed him the lilac blanket you’d brought with you from HQ. “I have my own.”
“Hmm.” He led you to the bed and slipped behind you to spoon you as easily as he had that night. You hummed, wiggling against him. You made sure to throw your blanket on both of you. You heard Miguel groan behind you, his body shifting and arms holding you close.
The synthetic material was interwoven with your pheromones, wired to set Miguel off. That night he had slept with you, you had plucked hair enough to get his DNA to pattern it so that it made him rut like a beast in heat. It was a chance you were taking. It would only work if Miguel wanted you too – if only a little You grinned, smiling as your payment boiled up. Miguel would be yours, it was what was best.
Even if he didn’t know it yet.
Hours passed. You laid awake listening to him torture himself. Your patience grew thin. Why didn’t the idiot just hold you down and fuck you yet? “Miguel?” You whispered. “Everything alright?”
He murmured in Spanish, nothing clear enough for you to even hear. His hand, large and spanning, set itself on your hip.
You ground your ass into his crouch. “Miguel?”
“Cállate princesa,” he growled in a tone that made your toes curl. An excited smile spread across your face. “I need to take a walk.”
That made your smile drop. “Now? It’s so late.”
He didn’t say anything, his weight lifting from the bed as he went to hurriedly dress. His back turned to you as he tried to be modest. Your eyes dropped to his round ass. Was he really going to go out and fuck some bitch after you did all the work? Not on your watch.
“Miguel,” you dropped your tone, low and purring. “Come back to bed.”
He turned his head, eyes red as they flickered over you. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
Was he afraid of losing control? How adorable. You sat up, letting the blanket fall from you, the muscle shirt that was three sizes too big fell off your arm exposing an entire breast to him. You were being desperate but you’d be damned if he wasn’t going to rearrange your guts tonight.
He paused, staring at you. You almost grinned. That seemed to do it.
He dropped the t-shirt he held and crawled over to you, pressing his forward to your as he inhaled your scent. “Tell me this is real.”
Oh.
You desperate thing. How I will devour you, How I will keep you. “It's real. I need you, Mig. I want you.”
His lips slammed onto yours. Tongue piercing the seam of your lips to kiss you fully. His hands pawed at your body, grabbing and groping at everything. Your sleep shirt was ripped in half as he claimed total access to your body. Your hands touched him everywhere, settling on the hump of his buttocks, pulling it close to your hips. You rubbed your bare crouch against his sweat, humping him with blind need.
Miguel pushed you back, your head hitting a pillow as you watched him take his cock out. The fat, beautiful thing you’d been dreaming about riding since you met him. There wasn’t anytime for preamble – you wouldn’t suck the beautiful thing just yet.
He stroked himself for a moment, red eyes boring into you as he lowered his face between your legs. Miguel ate you sloppily. Lips smacking and tongue licking, he sucked your swollen clit, pressing his index in and out of your weeping pussy.
You gripped his head, arching your back as your thrust your hips up, truth spilled from you: “Eat me so good, Miguel. Fuck, you don’t know how long I wanted this.”
He was too busy enjoying his meal to respond. The lewd noises making you tremble as much as the act. Miguel’s fangs brushed against your folds, before he fucked your pussy with his tongue, pressing his dampened fingers to rub your clit as he licked your insides.
Clenching around his head, your mouth spewed all manner of dark desires, the height of your arousal squirting all along his face. Words failed you as he continued to worship your pussy with his mouth and fingers.
He raised his head for a moment. His left hand cupped your tit for him to suck while his other fingered you to your second orgasm. Thumb rubbing your clit in precise circles as he bit and sucked your areola. Faster than the first, you mewled your orgasm out on his fingers. Miguel let your nipple fall, watching you as he sucked his fingers dry. He sat on his hunches, leaning back as you writhed, quivering pussy begging for more. Begging for his cock.
“You look pretty like this princesa, pretty falling apart in my bed for me. You want me to fuck you now? Want me to spread this pussy wide? Want me to make you fucking bawl? Beg for it, baby.” His face read of cruelty while his lips purred to you. You watched helpless as Miguel looked down on you. One of his hands stretched forward to your wanting hole and slapped it. You whimpered. He grinned and slapped it again.
“I want you to know something before I fuck you,” he whispered, leaning forward, mushroom tip brushing along the seam of your slit. “You’re mine, princesa. You’re my puta. My perra, zorra. Mi amor. Mi todo. And I’m greedy, so when I fuck you – know that it's all over. I become your world and you become mine.”
You bit your lip. The words fell like poetry in your haze: you were truly made for each other. Did he even know how perfect he was for you?
“Ye…s.” You croaked out. “Yes, Miguel.”
His hips snapped, bottoming out into you so hard you screamed against his laughter.
***
Was this heaven?
Miguel had long since thought he was banned from such a place. Long since thought salvation was removed from him. But right now, while he held your waist and fucked his cock into you – he knew he had found it. You looked divine. Your mouth agape and hands rubbing all over him. Your breasts, bounced and full as he made his mark in you. He wanted every groove of his cock known by your pussy. His cock was to be imprinted, moulded into you. You were to know no other but his by the time he was done fucking the common sense out of you.
“My pretty cock dumb, princesa.”
You hummed, heels digging to his ass as his hips snapped. You squeezed him tight but he knew he was leaving marks on your body as he fucked you into his mattress. “Gonna keep you on my cock every day. You'd like that wouldn’t you, perra?”
“Love t-that.” Nails scrapped his back. “G-Gonna cum.”
He could feel that in the tightening of your pretty cunt. The slimy stickiness of your desire echoed in the room, he pinched your nipple making you cry out. “I know, princesa. Do that for me. Cum on my cock.”
Miguel felt your climax, wet and whimpering. You cried beneath him, overstimulated as he fucked you. He fondled your breast once more, hand going between the two of you. He rubbed your sensitive clitoris, smirking as you moaned from the ache. “Good girl. So pretty crying like that. Think you can go again?”
You shock your head, tears forming in your eyes. He felt his balls grow tight but kept at your clit. You shuddered at another shockwave. Finally, he thought leaning forward to cover you until your breasts smashed against his chest. His own release came, loosening the taut feeling that had centred his whole body. Miguel’s hips jerked, making sure his seed took its rightful place in you.
When he tried to roll off, you kept him on. He looked at you questioning.“Don’t want any to drip out just yet.”
“No chance of that,” he muttered, kissing your neck. His hips jerked, as he found himself in a slow rhythm. “I’m not nearly done with this pussy yet.”
***
“I don’t think I’ve ever visited this universe.” you pointed out at one of the monitors. It was an Earth without a Spider-persona filled with cannibals.
Miguel looked to your side and grimaced. “Fuck no.”
You rolled your eyes. “What’s the sense of me being here if not to go to unknown places?”
Miguel huffed, hand sneaking under the skirt of your dress. “Princesa, you came here because you saw me talking to a female Spider-persona and then insisted on warming my cock for the rest of the afternoon.”
“So?” You waved your hand. He was lucky you didn’t her to that universe. Perky little bitch was looking a little too googly-eyed at him. “Maybe I was bored. You ever thought of that?”
“You can always go back out on the field.” He suggested.
You snorted, rolling your hips to make him hiss. His cock twitched, surrounded by your leaking cunt. “The last time I went on a mission I thought you were going to kill my poor partner.”
“He was being a little too friendly.”
“Honey,” Miguel’s hand slipped inside the front of your dress, popping out your full breasts as he slowly rocked up into you. “Peter from Earth-997845 is very much engaged to Johnny Storm.” You wouldn’t mind going out again but you were so comfortable living simply with Miguel and helping him manage HQ. Who was he even talking to? He hadn’t gone on a mission for the months you two had started seeing each other either.
“You’re a hyp–” he stood up, making you bend over the desk, your breasts hitting the cool metal, he pressed the side of your face down as he slowly plunged in and out of you. “–ocrite.”
“Me?” He grunted, hands going up and down your sides as he took his time dragging his cock. “You’re the one who assaulted me in my office just so you could fill it up with your scent. You don’t think I know your tricks, zorra?”
You grinned, working your hips to meet him. “You better make me squirt a few times – just to make sure the scent takes then.”
Miguel chuckled above you, his talons ripping open your dress as he made good on your challenge.
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I'll probably make this a reoccurring thing. Hope you guys liked part 1. Reblogs and comments are nice.
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COD boys + Farah and Valeria
Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off
I literally forgot like five people-
Characters used: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Alex, Farah, Valeria, Konig, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai, Grinch, Sandman, Laswell, Graves, Makarov, Frost, Horangi, Keegan
CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-
Simon "Ghost" Riley
He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called
He's observant y'all
He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer
He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket
He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did
His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did
He noticed how you shrinked away
Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.
"Luv? What happened?"
His voice was angry, but not at you.
Never at you.
You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself
"Can we just... leave..?"
He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.
He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.
He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.
He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu
Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.
So he reached over and grabbed you're hand
Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone
He answered as he drove.
"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."
He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside
He was there in twenty minutes...
out of an hour drive
You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.
You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked
"Yer dad give you those?"
You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet
Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel
You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you
So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.
"Yer okay Bonnie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Him? Absolutely. You? Never."
John Price
Dad instincts when you called him
He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field
He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie
He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.
He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him
He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid
You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.
"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."
He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house
You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence
John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze
"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Rage
Just pure rage
Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong
You don't call him
Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something
He left the room and answered your call
Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes
Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up
He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in
He didn't knock
He didn't announce his presence
Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left
You didn't ever go back
When your stuff went to be retrieved
Kyle did it
Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit
I see him as a very protective boyfriend
Sebastian Krueger
Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway
He had gotten your call and sped to get there
He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff
The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry
Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon
Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out
Protective as fuck
Nikto
(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)
He was halfway there anyways
He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up
You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in
You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back
Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself
He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off
He knew the area well, he grew up there
So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over
He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly
His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall
"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"
Then you broke
You ugly cried against him
All the while he held you close and let you cry
He wasn't even mad right now
He was hurt
Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt
He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep
"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."
Alex Keller
Kinda just showed up after your call
He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close
He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate
He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair
He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night
The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you
Farah Karim
No one fucks with her baby
She showed up with that angry lesbian look
She just has that look y'all
I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨
Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back
You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road
"She hit me Far..."
You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around
She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color
She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one
"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."
She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours
10/10 girlfriend
Valeria Garza
Showed up in a black SUV
Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you
She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours
You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.
"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?"
(Sweetheart)
Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head
Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered
"Are you mad..?"
Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost
The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin
"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..."
(never at you)
She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any
"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"
Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.
There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.
She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.
"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..."
(My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)
You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.
She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you
At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.
You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.
"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."
Konig
Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night
Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window
Then you when you jumped
He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered
You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road
Then he left
When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried
You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats
You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car
Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head
"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."
He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled
He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass
He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending
And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.
the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out
She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out
Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.
He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up
He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were
Your dog and him.
It was always your dog and him, never yourself
Which was something he admired, but worried about you
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
He doesn't do anything confrontational
Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night
Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives
Keeps you on base with him
Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted
Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you
Gets your stuff at a later date
Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally
Alejadro Vargas
What's calm? Never met her
So many curse words
Literally broke so many road laws to get to you
Very angry
But very tender with you
Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his
Very carefully drives with you in his car
Movie night after and kisses your head a lot
Bandages up the gash on your forehead
Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly
When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better
Still loves you so much though
Rodolfo Parra
Scarily calm
Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy
Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up
"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?"
(I'll take care of everything, okay?)
Sweetest boyfriend 10/10
Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles
Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you
Nikolai
Silently angry Russian
A very... terrifying person when angry
Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house
He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt
"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"
He whispered when the two of you were in his car
"Yeah just a little beat up..."
You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently
Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy
"Fucking sunshine..."
He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off
Grinch
The Southern came out
Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words
Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break
The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.
The two of you got ice cream after
You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm
He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...
But if you were happy, so was he
Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry
Sandman
A MENACE
Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up
He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead
"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."
He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door
He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face
Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses
Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours
Frost
Your called ID popped up
He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)
He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache
You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway
He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil
He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand
"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"
You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek
"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."
Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him
"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."
His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.
He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission
He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.
He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door
He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground
He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks
He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well
He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone
So he slept out there with you
He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course
Kate Laswell
Mmmmnnnnn angry
Just angry
But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them
She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state
Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you
She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way
She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you
"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."
She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police
She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed
She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts
She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly
The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before
She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-
Phillip Graves
hm
hehehehe
He's not the government
He's a complete jackass
Made sly comments like:
"So... you wanna die?"
or
"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"
You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands
The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red
He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm
His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched
It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room
You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms
"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"
He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm
You giggled gently and softly played with his hair
"I love you Phillip..."
"I love you too babybell"
Vladimir Makarov
He's a terrorist
He was a terror (pun intended)
He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close
No fucks given
You had to coax him into putting the gun away
"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."
He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were
He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix
The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before
As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you
"Anything for you darling..."
You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you
You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face
By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore
He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.
He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden
Which you agreed
You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it
"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"
You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist
"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"
He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip
So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him
"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."
You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did
Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste
You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue
"Ew!"
You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face
"You're disgusting Mak!"
You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm
"Yeah but... you love me Darling"
You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him
"Damn right I do Sweetheart"
You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds
"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"
He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound
"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"
You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach
"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"
"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"
He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to
Your face burned and you scoffed
It took a few hours to actually get in bed
When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian
Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut
His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore
He pressed a kiss to your head and whispered:
"Sleep Маленькая кукла, you're safe now"
(Little Doll)
Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin
Kinda just lurked behind you like a shadow
Very silent as he helped you pack
It was like two in the morning
He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff
He kissed your hand as he drove
He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out
10/10 boyfriend
we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-
Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside
You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest
You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands
He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming
His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.
"Is there an issue here?"
He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly
Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:
"They hurt me..."
His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back
He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."
He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.
"alright... I love you Kees..."
"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."
He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door
His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you
You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it
You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep
You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home
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Wednesday Addams Headcanons
Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff and Smut (aged up!!)
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SFW
-When you both met Wednesday hated you she only disliked you because you were better than her at lots of things
-She didn’t actually really hate you she was just mad because she actually loved you
-All she would do is ignore you when she discovered these feelings. Enid told her that she should put on her big girl pants and ask you out
-Wednesday was always blaming you for this feeling, it wasn’t partially your fault I mean you’re so goddamn pretty
-She finally accepted this feeling and asked you out on a coffee date at WeatherVane. It went nicer than Wednesday expected, you exchanged numbers (you had to help her), gave her a kiss on the cheek and planned another date
-Sooner or later you asked Wednesday to be your girlfriend and how you really liked her
“The feeling’s mutual” she’d say
-After not even a few months of dating Wednesday was pretty protective of you
-If a guy were to flirt with you she’d give them a death glare causing them to flee
-You didn’t mind the Over-Protective-Wednesday-Addams it was honestly sweet that she cared for you so much, even if she wouldn’t show it physically
-Wednesday wasn’t much for physical touch, she was rather more for words. Eventually she adjusted to some touching like pinky holding, hugs, kisses on your knuckles, a kiss on her cheek or forehead
-some physical touch is always behind doors, Wednesday hates pda. The closes thing to pda you’ll get is her pinky holding under a table. It’s quite cute infact
-Wednesday was never for pet names but she’ll call you “Cara Mia” “Mi Amor” “Mon Tresor” “mea vita” in Spanish, French or Latin
-Enid tended to tease Wednesday about you, how she was so head over heels for you without even realizing it
-You guys eventually get a room if your own together
-Fencing matches, watching/listening to her play cello, hearing her type on her type writer, going to the raven with her, investigating together, she offers to grave dig with you and you actually enjoy it
-You’ll give her ideas for her writing and sometimes she’ll write them in
NSFW (Everyone is Aged up)
-More dom for sure, if you’d fight her over it she wouldn’t be slow thats for sure
-Honestly most times you guys have sex she prefers it vanilla, unless she’s feeling kinky and mad then roughness will come in
-Sex at night, never usually during the day because she’s worried Thornhill or Enid will walk in
-She’s moderately quiet there’ll be groans and whimpers from her, while as you…she wants to hear you scream but in the environment you’re in it won’t work out
-Enid almost walking in on you guys
-She’d definitely do knife play and pain play, she won’t be crazy about it like actually stab you. She doesn’t wanna hurt you too much. (So she’s still soft even during intimate)
-probably owns a strap, a black strap ina box under her bed (uses it once in a while)
-Will throw thing out of the room and will lock him in a drawer if he ever attempts to spy
-She really tries to pleasure you, she’s never done nor thought about having sex with someone (obviously this is aged up)
-She loves pleasuring you, even if she likes to make you hold your orgasm or pulls away before you cum but other than that she likes to please you well
-I’d say she is the type to do queening (face sitting) she loves having you sit on her face, like actually sit she likes the thrill of not being able to breath while tongue fucking you
-She is soft during sex, making sure your okay if she does something different or if she accidentally hurts you
“This okay?”
“Okay…I’m going to put it in Amor”
“Shit, are you alright?” “Wednesday Addams apologizing? No way” “shut up…but seriously”
-Whenever you’re top (rare) she wants you to be rough with her she loves pain. You are always unsure about it but she claims she’s fine
-Aftercare is a meh for her. She’ll make you a bath but you’re kinda on your own from there (depending on how you feel) like if she went rough and you’re super tired and can’t walk she’ll help you to the bathroom but otherwise ur good
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Where are my little gays at?
Sorry for a late upload I’ve been going through something and I broke up with my gf so it’s been hard for me to find motivation but I’m alive! I think?
Anyways, I’m starting something for Tara rn I think you guys will like it cause I love it
But have a good day/night! 😃
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Camping Trip 🏕️
•Summary: in which a group of drivers decide to go camping between races.
•Author’s note: no warnings! This isn’t proofread so l hope you enjoy. No specified team for fem reader. Also this is my first time posting on tumblr so trust me it will get better 🙊
I’m thinking of doing a part 2 so definitely let me know if y’all are interested in that 😊
•pairing: f1!drivers x Fem!driver
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yesterday i spent an hour in the shower talking to myself about how I think a reverse robins au would go, mainly in the case of Tim taking Jasons place as the revived second robin. I took the Joker Junior thing and decided "Hm.. yes, this is how Tim dies."
I have many thoughts about it.
Basically, Tim's 15, has been Robin for almost two years, when his dad dies. Like in canon, Tim makes a very strategic plan which could lead to the murderers death, but Batman finds out and Tim doesn't enact it. Bruce is still mad about it, and Tim storms out the manor to go visit his dad's grave. While on the way, he gets kidnapped by the Joker and he's tortured for three weeks because Bruce thinks he's just being an angry teen giving the silent treatment. By the time he realises something is wrong and goes to find Tim, the boy is already dead. After shooting the Joker, he shot himself, and Harley Quinn is no where to be found.
Then, six months after being buried, he wakes up in his grave, right besides his father. He digs out, is found by Talia, and taken to be trained. With Jason, Ra's didn't want to heal him and Talia did it without permission, but in this au, Talia is the one who doesn't want to heal him. She thinks he's too similar to Bruce, and that she won't be able to trick him. Ra's thinks he can. He's wrong, of course.
Instead of reclaiming the name Red Hood, Tim decides to stay as Junior. After all, he was extremely mentally unstable before his death, so i think he'd still be suffering fron the torture and think Batman = bad, Joker = good. After a little while, he manages to recover a bit, but he's still mad at Bruce.
Jason forgave Bruce for not saving him, but was angry he didn't get justice.
Tim forgave Bruce for not getting him justice, but he's angry he didn't get saved.
Tim comes back to Gotham and is a lot more sneaky with his crimes. Red Hood came in guns a-blazing, straight away starting to clean Gotham up, but Junior is much more behind the scenes. If the criminals decided to do good, they'd live. It's not his fault the house they broke in to had rabid dogs squatting in it, or that their hard drives were suddenly copied and shared to everyone they knew.
Instead of attacking the new Robin, he kidnaps her instead. Sends Batman cryptic messages like "better find her soon or she'll end up like the last bird" or "you should keep a better eye on your things, Batsy". Bruce is tearing Gotham apart searching for Stephanie, thinking she's being tortured by a Joker wannabe, when actually she's just being forced to sit through slideshows about the dangers of being a child soldier and told annoying knock-knock jokes over burgers.
I might write a fic about this 🤭
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Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 3
So apparently love and comments are a surefire way to get me to write more, who knew?
*looks over at parts one and two* yeah so...I may do a proper write up this sometime because holy shit the errors in both were BAD. *realizes fully that this will probably be as bad if not worse*
And it may have a total of four parts. Plus this thing really needs a title. Suggest something in the comments. Because I don’t even know what it is at this point.
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Eddie went back to Steve’s and spent the night. He told Steve about the meeting they had while he was asleep.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Steve murmured.
“The hell I didn’t,” Eddie growled. “Besides, I don’t think that Jonathan or Will was going to let it stand either. El, though? That was awesome.”
“So Joyce is going to make them apologize?” Steve asked, unsure.
“Yeah,” Eddie said. “And I’m going to talk to Uncle Wayne. I just don’t get why he did that. He likes you. Sometimes I think he likes you more than he likes me.”
“He was just trying to be protective of his boy,” Steve said softly.
Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head. “I don’t care. I’m an adult. It just makes me mad about Hopper and Dustin. And Robin. Jesus Christ! What were they thinking?”
Steve sighed. “I don’t think they were.”
Eddie sighed, too. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
*
Eddie strolled into the newly minted government funded house that they were given after the shit show with the earthquake, feeling a little better.
“What did I tell you about calling when you weren’t gonna be home?” Wayne asked. He had been waiting by the window for Eddie to come home.
Eddie shrugged. “Sorry about that, but Steve had a breakdown yesterday and I was too busy consoling my boyfriend.”
Wayne blinked. “Is he okay?”
Eddie turned to with a sneer. “Not really. It was something about ten shovel talks, two of them with an actual fucking shotgun. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“Ten?!” Wayne squeaked. “I thought it was just me and Hop.”
Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth. “And that’s another thing. Why did Chief Hopper give Steve the shovel talk instead of me? You know, the metalhead, drug dealing, three-time senior?”
Wayne blinked. “I don’t know, son. You’re right. That doesn’t make sense. I just never thought it through when he suggested it. Just give Steve a bit of a scare to take care of you.”
“I would think that of the two of us,” Eddie growled, “the one with absent parents, three concussions, and a hopeless romantic would be the one that needs taking care of, not the out and loud metalhead who’s older.”
Wayne’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right, Ed. It’s just that beneath that hard exterior, you’re soft and tender. And I wanted him to know that.”
Eddie gave a high pitched noise of distress. “He knows! That’s why he fell in love with me in the first place. God! Do you not see how messed up this all is?”
Wayne pulled Eddie in for a hug and he went reluctantly. “I do. And I’m sorry your boy got hurt. That wasn’t my intention. Bring him over for dinner and I’ll apologize proper.”
Eddie nodded. “Jonathan said he wanted to throw himself into the pool,” he whispered into his uncle’s shoulder. “I could have lost him.”
Wayne let out a curse. “I’m sorry, Ed. This has gotten so far out of control and it never should have happened. I’ll make it up to Steve. I promise.”
*
Hopper showed up at Steve’s door sometime after Eddie had left to go shower and change.
“Get dressed,” Hopper growled. “We’re going for a ride.”
Steve crossed his arms. “This another shovel talk? Because if it is you can shove it up your ass.”
Hopper’s shoulders slumped. “No, son. It’s an apology.”
Steve eyed him warily but went to go get dressed. He wrote a note for Eddie and taped it to the front the door. “All right let’s go.”
They drove out to the diner and Steve was told get a milkshake. Steve got a double fudge brownie milkshake, while Hopper got a plain strawberry.
“I just wanted ya to know before I get into the actual apology,” Hopper began. “That ya have a lot of people looking out for ya. Joyce, my El. Even Wayne chewed me out once he found out from Eddie about all the other shovel talks.”
Steve raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“The shotgun thing was all my idea,” Hopper explained. “He wasn’t even gonna do it until I brought it up. It was supposed to be funny. Just a little joke from us to you. I don’t know why everyone else got involved and I am sorry about that.”
“But why me?” Steve cried, his voice cracking on the last word. “I thought--I mean I looked up to you! If I wanted a bully I would have called my real dad.” He was suddenly on his feet.
Hopper looked up at him in shame. “Sit down, Steve. Come on. Please?”
Steve stood there breathing heavily for a moment before he sat back down. Hopper glanced around them and saw that no one was looking.
“You do realize your reputation, don’t you?” Hopper asked after a moment.
“Well, it’s bullshit,” Steve grumbled. “It was all Tommy Hagen spreading rumors to help me get laid. I’ve been with a handful of girls. Sure I’ve dated a lot. But that’s because they leave me.”
“Oh.” Hopper reached across the table and took Steve’s hand. “I’m really sorry, kid. You have no idea. I’m cop. I’m shouldn’t have taken your reputation at face value. I know you’re a good kid with a good head on his shoulders.”
Steve nodded. “I guess it’s just that no one stuck up for me. I just wanted one person to see that I was worthy of defense, too.”
Hopped tilted his head back to stop the tears that threatened to overflow. “Come over here.”
Steve got up and shuffled over to the other side of the booth. Hopper put his arm around him and tucked Steve’s head under his chin. “That’s a valid feeling. And you absolutely deserve that.”
*
Steve arrived back at his place just as Eddie pulled up in his van.
As Hopper drove off, Eddie turned to Steve. “I hope that was a lot of groveling.”
Steve nodded. “It was. A milkshake, too.”
Eddie nodded back. “Good. You deserve nothing less.“
Steve let them in, pulling the note and handing it to Eddie, because he knew Eddie would be curious to know what it said.
“Thanks for the note, babe,” Eddie said. “I’m glad you got here first, though.”
“You’re welcome. It was also for anyone else who might have tried to come apologize,” Steve explained as he made his way to the kitchen.
He pulled out two water bottles and handed one to Eddie. “I don’t know why I get so thirsty after getting milkshakes.”
“That’s because, beautiful, you always get the richest milkshake on the menu,” Eddie teased.
“But it’s also the best!” Steve protested.
Eddie kissed his cheek. “It sure is.” He chew on his lip for a moment. “Uncle Wayne wants you to stop by for dinner tonight.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Okay. Yeah, sure. According to Hop, Wayne also called him to bitch him out.”
Eddie grinned. “I know, I was listening. It was glorious.”
Steve laughed.
*
The second Steve walked into the Munson’s house, Wayne pulled in him for a hug.
“I’m sorry, Stevie,” Wayne murmured. “I know you’ll take care of my nephew. Because he takes care of you.”
Steve nodded, melting into the embrace.
Wayne gently pulled away. “Come on, I made your favorite.”
Steve’s eyes lit up. “Holy shit, really?”
Wayne laughed. “I don’t know why you like it so much. It’s super simple.”
“But that’s why it’s so good,” Steve said. “I love your tater tot casserole.”
Wayne waved him in. “Then come on then. It’s hot and waiting for ya.”
They talked and Wayne properly apologized. And after dinner Wayne put on a pre-season football game and got Steve laughing and cheering in no time at all.
Wayne and Eddie shared a glance over Steve’s head. Yeah, this boy was theirs now.
***
And I’ll see about having the last part up tonight. It’ll be everyone apologizing. The reason they didn’t apologize the next day (not only to give Wayne and Hopper a chance to apologize) is because they had to do some real soul searching before they did. Especially Robin and Nancy.
I also hope I got everyone who wanted to be tagged.
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I know this would be terribly inaccurate and morally wrong, but it's taking too much space up in my brain and I can't write NSFW to save my life and I'll stop rambling and get to the point about this random hoe ass dream I had the other night about Bear (Graves).
But that table in the middle of their storage area room thing (with the cages)? Imagine getting railed on that table. Horrible consequences if you're caught, but in the moment that doesn't matter.
I didn't even really clock the morally wrong portion of this until just now—I just immediately started writing it.
Warnings: MATURE | 18+ — pseudo exhibition kink, corruption (as in, MC does everything possible to break Bear), risk-seeking behaviour; light smut
Word Count: 2,2k
Notes: it's been so long since I wrote smut that I kinda forgot how. alsoooooooo. it's deffo early season 2 Bear. With the beard and the unhinged madness and tragic angst. Okay? Okay.
It's a whim.
One of those terrible ideas you sometimes get—like the insatiable curiosity to know what it would feel like to snuff out an open flame between your thumb and forefinger, or lick the anode and cathode of a 9V battery just for the thrill of it. The electric hum of recklessness that surges through your veins, pitched right between the accompanying high of a short-lived adrenaline rush. An addictive sense of danger that isn't really dangerous.
It isn't enough to kill you, or cause any severe injuries—no. You're not stupid. It's just one of those passing no good, bad, and very terrible ideas that leak from that place inside your head where madness and idiocy spool.
Sometimes, it doesn't even hurt.
(But you've always liked it better when it does.)
This, then, must be that.
This, of course, being:
Bear—so austere, so stalwart—bracing his thick fingers against the back of your neck, palm so wide it swallows you whole. Clipped nails pinching your skin when he digs in tight, holding on to you as he fucks you stupid, fucks you senseless against a metal table, perfectly perched in the middle of the room like an altar.
His nails cut a scratch on your hip when he pulls you back by the bone to meet his heavy, hurried thrusts, growling low in his throat at the madness of this all. The danger. The recklessness.
Eyes oscillating between the open doorway split into three possible entry points where anyone—Chase, Trevor, Buddha, Caulder—could walk in and see, catching Bear fucking you over a table; and you—
Bent over, fingers scratching at the linoleum beneath your hands, keening desperately for more.
It's more brutal than you'd expect him to be considering where you are, where he is, but there's a weight to the way he pounds into you, a palpable sense of urgency, and need. Rapacious, you think, and wonder if it's the tantalising aspect of exhibitionism, the fear of getting caught, that brims white-hot in the balmy air between you, or if it's the setting alone that threatens to undo him.
Fucking out in the open—with a man who yelped when you tried to ride him on the bed of his stupid pickup truck under the stars; vanilla incarnate, all American apple pie left to cool on an open windowsill in the heartland—is probably as close to true trouble as a man like him, the one bent over you now, has come before. You wonder if this is his Saddam. If he scents brimstone in the air when he curls over you, staining your skin with droplets of sweat that pools down from his brow, drips off his temples.
It was that same sweat that started it all.
Anger carved canyons into his forehead, ploughing five neat, little lines through tanned skin—flushed slightly pink near his hairline, and bleeding down across the bridge of his nose, the patch of skin between his lash line and beard, undoubtedly from standing on the sun-beaten shores of Virginia Beach all morning. The sweat that beaded across his skin was patchy, drying into patches of congealed salt above his brow, but dripping down his temples in rivulets of exertion, and cutting a clear path to his jaw, where it fell, pooling like a lagoon in the dips of his collarbones.
You wanted to lick it off.
An odd thought considering the arched reprimand he was in the middle of doling out. Sharp, slurred words of can't be here, and reckless, all undercut with an air of something balmy, something hot that simmers below the surface.
His eyes flashed, cool blue to cobalt, when you lifted your shoulder in a lazy, half-hearted shrug, shirt slipping down, exposing skin to his irritated gaze, and, oh. Oh.
The scorching heat you felt wafting off of him in puffs of humid air had little to do with temperature, with anger.
The words, then, took on a new meaning.
Can't be here, can't do this here. Reckless.
And so, you leaned up on the tips of your toes, and flicked your tongue across his skin, eyes lidded and heavy as the briny tang of sweat and seawater flooded your senses.
It was surprising that he let you. That after some more growling protests about shame, and public decency, he quieted fairly quickly when you slipped your hand into his trousers, letting the heft of him fill your palm.
An incorruptible man, corrupted.
Opposites attract, you think, and then bite the notion in half when he slides in as deep as he can go, husking out a muted fuck, fuck, fuck, feels so fuckin' good into your shoulder. Opposites, maybe. But something about the way he grabs you hard enough to leave marks on your bones, drags you back into his harsh ruts, his frantic pace, makes you think something reckless, something damning, lives inside him, too.
(He never would have let you tug his trousers down over his hips, let you arch over the table for him, if he didn't, after all.)
"This is—" his breath is humid on your skin, hands spasming over your flesh. You taste clarity in his words. Cognisance bleeds into them, spilling panic, and frenzied worry over your flesh. "This is stupid. We're gonna get caught—"
He huffs, and the rough scratch of his beard skates over your skin when he mouths against the curve of your bone.
There is a moment when you think he might pull away. Where the urge, the drive, to be proper and pious, prim and good, brim up through the overwhelming dizziness of cacoëthes that spindles through your marrow, but you arch into him until you're pressed taut to his hips, full and gasping from having big Bear inside of you this deep, and tuck it back into the box it snuck out of.
There's no place for decency when he has you bent over a table where anyone can wander past and see how good you take him.
So, you push back against him, taking him in as deep as you can, and then deeper still when his hips stutter at the sudden push. It edges into too much when he's pressed flush against the soft curve of your ass, but you swallow down the whimper, and rock back on your heels, swaying against him until all you see is hazy gunmetal swimming in front of your eyes.
It's always on that uneven edge of pain with Bear—dual sensations of too much intermixed with a heady thrum of pleasure that buffers out everything. A test of your mettle. He quizzes you on the limits of your resolve when he bucks his hips, sliding inside as deeply as he can go. Eking out a place within you that you might have been untouched, undiscovered, until him.
Where his tests are physical—pushing into you as deep as he can, until you swallow him whole—you excel in destruction. The erosion of propriety. His self-control.
(He shatters so prettily in your hands, like a supernova scattering across the inky black sky.)
This, then, is his test.
And he clues into it almost as quickly as the plan formed inside your head, spooling fast and recklessly in that place that convinces you that adrenaline is your friend, and that climbing higher is always the goal. The spot inside that makes you always pick dare instead of truth.
Bear knows—knew—of your plans when you pressed your lips to his, and still let you. A quick glance to the open doorway as you slide your tongue against his. The press of his fingers on the bow of your lips, a firm admonishment not to be too loud.
You could take it as:
Don't let us get caught.
And you do. But you also hear the unsaid words murmured into your ear when he fucked you harder, hips pistoning into you as if daring you to make a sound:
Don't let this end too soon.
"You're so bad, Bear," you coo, words tangled in pleasure as the blunt head of his cock batters into that spot behind your navel that never fails to make you sing. It rises. A quick flash of heat roiling in your belly; the whine of a coil being pulled too tight. Liquid bliss in red-hot agony. "Fucking me like this. I bet you want them to see. I bet you want them to watch you fuck me, don't you?"
The hiccup in your voice belies the accusations in your words. A tremulous, teasing warble that is met with his sharp, heady groan.
"Oh, f–fuck—"
He's close. You feel him swell. Hear the rumble in chest as he loses that mechanical rhythm; a stutter of his breath, his hips. The bones in your hip ache when he digs in tight, holding you still as he pounds you with a fury unmatched by anyone else you'd ever known. He takes you like he's working out a problem. Like he's on the opposite lines of an allegiance, and is trying to fuck you stupid enough to ramble out the answers to the questions he asks. It disintegrates into madness. Desperation. His measured thrusts grow sloppy. His breaths ragged.
The implosion of his self-control is almost more euphoric than the flood of molten pleasure blooming in your core. Your release offset by the unignorable crumbling of his resolve.
"Come for me, Bear," you pant, your breath whitening the gunmetal table with plumes of condensation. "Come for me—"
His hand presses against the smooth slope of your neck, pushing your cheek into the slick table. His thick fingers spasm as he grows frantic, desperately chasing his own end in your spasming body, ready to follow you—quick and reckless—over the edge of a precipice, filled with an adrenaline-rush spiking through the pleasure.
Things just feel better when it's dangerous, after all.
Bear comes with a groan he can bare smother, pulling your hips back into his as he spends himself inside of you, the punchy grunts of a well-earned victory tumbling from his lips. The sound bounces off the condensation-slick walls, renting the air in two. His heavy breaths are magnified in the sudden absence of silence that always seems to follow a loud sound.
His misery-filled groan is muffled by the back of your crown when he tips forward, and buries his face into your hair. In his defeat, you victory. A sweet damnation that you relish as he struggles to regain footing after losing control. His brassbound resolve is still in tatters, and spilled across the back of the table he'll use tomorrow with everyone else, haunted by the images of you spread out and willing as he tries to pretend he doesn't know what it feels like to grip the end of the table and fuck you senseless in a room designed to amplify all sound.
You grin into the metal when he husks out a mangled fuck into your sweat-slicked hair. It reeks of resignation. Of a man who stood so long on the crown of propriety slinking down to the depths of hedonism and bliss. Breaking the rules feels almost as good as fucking on top of them, and your mind races with all the ways you can break him again.
And Bear, as usual, has a tap into that place inside that leaks bad ideas, and can only shake his head with a huff.
He doesn't even bother saying no.
(Caulder owes you ten bucks. It seems you can teach an old, pious seal new tricks.)
Your legs are still shaking like a newborn fawn. You feel him inside you still, and the phantom stretch of him touching places and pieces of yourself he really shouldn't makes you quiver. The ache in your thighs is the good kind, though. The lasting impression of success after obtaining exactly what you set out to do.
Climbing a mountain. Running five miles. Fucking Bear Graves in the locker room with everyone else just a breath away.
(Check, check, and check—)
He helps you into the truck, eyes sweeping over your shoulder to look for anyone else in the parking lot who might ask questions. Solid, reasonable ones like why do you stink like sex? and did you just fuck them in the locker room, Bear?
You could try and reassure him that it's empty. That no one cares. That it's all in his head.
But you like the clench of his jaw, the flash of teeth when you giggle at him. Once the high of his release comes down, anger will follow. The kind that makes him loom. He'll lecture you about safety and decorum and not to sneak into his work to fuck him—
He'll wind himself up. Get himself nice and heated. He'll see it as a question to his authority. A tremor in his self-control.
And to regain the footing he lost—
Well.
It'll be a good night for you.
"You're a bad influence," he mumbles into your jaw, words muffled by his heavy breath he buckles you in.
You count each line in his forehead as a win, and try not to preen. "You love it."
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄.
Zhongli, Itto, Childe & Diluc x fem!reader
CW: smut, a smidge of angst [hence the title], v. penetration, a big use of ‘little one’, names; sweetie, little one, a couple creampies, oral [m. receiving & f. receiving.], cum eating, hair pulling, one mention of spanking, implications of jealousy,
Heyo!! This is my work for the lovely sweet & spice event collab that @bluexiao and @anantaru are hosting! I’m very happy to be a part of this one!
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𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈
secretly doesn’t mean it. he says it when he’s having one of those rage moments he tends to have often. he doesn’t mean it when he slams you into the wall, his golden eyes burning into yours, his hands holding your hips forwards against the thigh he’s put between your legs. how he would be so mean but brush hair behind your ear, ‘you know it wouldn’t been better if you stayed away from me, you know that?’
even when he pushed away from you, continuing to walk down the hall he felt such guilt. but later that evening, when you slipped into his long coat that he’d left laying abandoned on a dining hall table, nothing under it then made your way into his private chambers, he couldn’t stay mad. you’d be on top of him, rocking your hips down against his cock as he’d be lightly bucking his up into you, letting his pretty, golden pubes grind and tickle your clit and thighs. ‘i can’t seem to stay mad at you.. especially when you pull little escapades like this, little one..’ oh how he would curse under this breath before laying down against the blankets, using his hands to continue your movements as you bounced on top of him, sliding his cock in and out, watching how it glistens as you get wetter and wetter with each thrust. ‘my dear.. where did all this come from? was i not scolding you hours ago? oh.. you liked it didn’t you.’ a deep, gravely chuckle would erupt from his throat, sending chills down your spine, just as he would grab at your hips to hold you down and still from moving. his entire cock sheathed balls deep inside you, stopped so he can feel you desperately trying to move and gain friction, he laughed again at the feeling of you clenching uncontrollably. ‘yeah you did..’
𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
now listen, you were out on a walk on some trail in the deep forests of Inazuma and in your defense, you didn’t hear Itto behind you. truth be told, he’d been following you for some time, watching as you bent down in that dress.. to smell some flowers, touch the water of a pond or try to play with a small animal on the ground. but of course, he would make it all about him. ‘hey!’ his voice would scare you, causing you to jump a little. your back would press against a tree, wanting to turn around and run when you saw him but part of you was telling you to stay and see what he would do. ‘what are you doing out here all alone, little one?’ he wasn’t as scary as you remember him being, since you hadn’t seen him for years and years, he wasn’t a big as you remembered. taking a deep breath, you speak up. ‘why were you following me?’ you’d ask, watching his lil fangs show through that pretty smirk.. he’d laugh. ‘me?! following you!? HA! now sweetie, i thought i told you to stay away from me?’ hed walk closer, your hands placed on the tree right behind your back seemingly digging into the bark as he got so close his forehead might of well have been pressed against yours. he can tell by the way your eyes are blown wide and breath has hitched in your throat that you’re nervous. he’d bend down even more, the tip of his nose just barely brushing against yours. ‘have you got a little crush on me? hm?’ the way he would condescendingly shake his head while laughing, before placing his hands on the tree next to your head. ‘you do. then why haven’t you done something about it? hm little one? cant speak now?’ and just like that, in mere moments later Arataki Itto would have you pressed against the tree, on your knees while you kitten licked the tip of his thick cock, resisting the urge to press his hips forward and watch your eyes roll back as you gag on his length. ‘oh that’s it.. ya.. right there sweetie.. fffuuuck-’ his long nails would dig lightly into the back of your head, wanting you to take more into your mouth as his cock starts to twitch, but you just continue teasing the head. ‘little one.. look up here.’ his jaw would drop as he sees your mouth filled to the brim with his thick seed. ‘fuck it.. we need to act like i hate you, but look at me cutie, i don’t hate you. god i love this fucking mouth.. come with me tonight..’
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄
you’d always see him standing at the front of that bank, and yes he was extremely feared but it only grew your interest in him. and that’s why on that one night, you climbed out of your bedroom window, crossing the city and climbing some stairs before seeing him leaning against a railing talking to another, larger man. you peeked around the counter just as he looked past the man, spotting you with that look on his face, the one where he knew you weren’t supposed to be there and he loved it. he turned to the man again and looked as if he were saying goodbye. you turned the corner and started racing down the stairs as he starts chasing after you. the thrill of having his man running after you send a chill down your spine, but also a swarm of butterflies. you’d only spoken to him once, and it didn’t entirely go the best. ‘stop!’ he’d call out, making you turn your head to see him slowing his pace, turning into a walk. you did the same. ‘come here.’ hesitantly, you approached the man, that thrill still ringing throughout your body. and look at that? approaching the man has gotten you here, between the back of a building and the wall of rock that surrounds the city. he has you bent over, hands running up and down your spine as his hips rhythmically slap into yours, his balls slapping your clit and it sends a shock up your body each each slap. ‘oh yeah.. shit.. when i told you not to come near me.. or even look at me, this is where it would get you- fuck- and this is where we are. if you’d just been a good girl..’ he’d pause for a moment, pulling all the way out before grabbing your hair to pull you up, your back pressed against the slightly open shirt that’s covering his body. ‘you wouldn’t have me here like this.. but oh you love it don’t you? you fucking love the thrill of having me, one of the most feared of the Harbingers.. using your sweet pussy huh?’ he’d pull your head back more, arching your back so you could look back at him, that look in your eyes that makes his tummy churn. ‘yeah you fucking love this..’ he’d bring a hand back down, using it to push himself back inside you. as if he knew, he clamped a hand down over your mouth to keep you silent. it was hardly fair though, with how much he was grunting about how much he loved your sweet cunt, about how good it must feel to have his hot cum dripping out of you, leaking past your clit and onto your thighs, ultimately sliding down your legs as he drops your nightgown before pulling you into his arms. an oddly sweet gesture coming from the feared man, but quickly changes as he whispers, ‘it would’ve been better if you’d stayed away from me.. yeah?’
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
‘it would’ve been better if you’d just done as i said and stayed away from me for a while.’ you didn’t care. and truthfully, you didn’t know how it happened so quick. one day, the two of you were happily in love, sharing different experiences together, and he next his hatred is burning for you. was it perhaps he caught kaeya flirting with you? or was it when he saw you with your hand on the 11th Harbingers chest. either way, his mind was changed. pretty bitter of him, how cold he can turn so fast. but still.. all of that and here he is, still devouring your dripping cunt as if the two of you were still in love. you loved how his tongue was flicking against you, moving down to dive deep inside and pull out again. his words still floated around your mind.. how could he tell YOU to stay away from him when he knows he’s overreacting? doesn’t matter now.. what matters now and how he’s using his gloved thumb to spread your wetness across your thighs, looking up at you and the way your tits move with your movements. doesn’t matter really, you can tell by the end of this things will go back to the way they were before. often times, diluc will have a fit like this, a jealous fit in which he sees someone with you and then lashes out. you were tugging at his soft, red hair, pulling it until the hair tie came out, letting his hair fall past his shoulders and onto your thighs, tickling them and he didn’t care one bit. ‘i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for-’ a kiss to your clit. ‘acting like that.. i know your never do anything to disobey me, sweetheart.’ another softer kiss to your clit. oh but how fast is he able to get up onto his knees, pull your thighs over his to align his cock with your absolutely puffed and sensitive cunt? like that. ‘let me show you i’m not mad.’ and just like that, he would shove every inch deep inside you. despite that crazed, angry look upon his face, he isn’t going nearly as hard as you expected. he would drop his gaze, watching his abs flex as he pushes his hips forward and backwards from you, seeing that ring of cream start to gather at his base. he just couldn’t stay mad at you for long. he’d bring a hand up to your mouth, letting your teeth catch at his glove before telling you to leave it in your mouth, using that hand to start rub small circles on your clit, little tight ones that he knew would send you over within seconds. ‘dear.. heavens.. yeah just like that..’ he spoke out as you started bucking your hips up gently, rocking on and off of him. the sensation of you cumming around him sends him over, he’d hold tightly onto your thighs as he’d begin to twitch violently inside you. the pretty moans he would have, finally cumming after being pent up for the last few days. as he pulls out, he kisses your tummy, rubs his hand softly on your hips and helps pull you down. and of course, his eyes wouldn’t help but stay on where he was leaking out of you..
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Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread!
(This is based on this post I made a while ago, shoutout to @bunk12bear for suggesting the format!)
(I know the formatting is a bit weird because of how tumblr is posting it, but it’s much clearer/cleaner over here on ao3! But generally I think it works better on desktop than mobile...)
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TheNumberOneBanished 8hr ago
Ok everyone, this is the official megathread to discuss this post from Eddie. Mods have decided it’s been too crazy in here and it needs to be compressed.
If you missed it, although I don’t see HOW at this point, Eddie and a man (who was named by fans in the 90s as Hotdude Inthebackground) have apparently been engaged since 1989 and were among the first same sex couples to get married in Indiana this morning. Hotdude has previously been assumed to be part of their security but *shrug* looks like we were wrong. We’ve been overwhelmed with posts on the subject so keep it in this ONE PLACE please from now on.
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EddiesGirl 8hr ago
Are we sure it’s not a joke?
---mrboombastic 8hr ago
Yes baby we’re sure
---EddiesGirl 8hr ago
How though?
---mrboombastic 7hr ago
They’ve never joked about anything like this, sex and sexuality
is probably the one thing they’ve always been super serious
about. Guess this is why.
---user37397564397569 8hr ago
U mad?
---EddiesGirl 7hr ago
Just not sure I believe it
throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago
burning all my cc shit right now man. don’t need a fucking fag on my car stereo. fuck eddie.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 7hr ago
They still have your money, dude. But sure, go ahead and destroy
all your shit.
---throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago
fuck you too.
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---frogger75 8hr ago
You kiss your mother with that mouth?
---lokisbabe 8hr ago
What the fuck?
---allthegoodnamesweretaken 7hr ago
That’s…an interesting threat? I think?
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---freakmeup 6hr ago
Digging your own grave here. Just stop.
---(comment deleted)
---seven8nine 5hr ago
No way you could fit your entire truck up there
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pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago
Do we even know Hotdude’s real name? I mean I doubt Eddie’s going to be Mr. Inthebackground from now on?
---bornindenial 7hr ago
I don’t think so? Someone on twitter said Eddie used the name
‘Steve’ literally one time when they were at a signing and Hotdude was the
one who came to the table. No proof though.
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago
Strange thing to wait until NOW to mention. Also, Steve?
Generic af. My money’s on that being a lie and ‘Steve’ was the first name
they thought of.
---babygotfront 7hr ago
Eddie’s got the name ‘Dustin’ tatted on his leg?
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 6hr ago
Along with about eight or nine others, so unless we’re also
thinking Hotdude’s name is also either Jane or Erica, I don’t think
that makes sense.
---lokisbabe 6hr ago
Twitter right now is saying Steve and this tracks for me. Eddie’s got
that big S tattoo on his ring finger.
---frogger75 6hr ago
Did he not saying that stood for ‘sucking dick’?
---EddiesGirl 6hr ago
When did he say that? Like is he even really gay?
---Mycoffinisfineactually 6hr ago
sweetie he’s been out a long time, its time to move on
---indianaguy 5hr ago
I knew eddie in highschool and that is absolutely something
he’d get a tattoo of.
---mrboombastic 5hr ago
My guy. Check your fucking yearbook rn to see if Hotdude in
there.
---sevendogsinatrenchcoat 5hr ago
No way to verify, Eddie never graduated, ergo no yearbook.
Got his GED in 98.
---mrboombastic 5hr ago
We get yearbooks every year but yeah you’re right, too
hard to verify
---freakmeup 5hr ago
Ignore this guy, he’s always on all the conspiracy boards
claiming wild shit about. Russian invasions and monsters.
Says the earthquake that gave Eddie that scar on his face was
an evil wizard. The band themselves have renounced him as a
fan.
---indianaguy 4hr ago
Fuck you you fucking sheep
---freakmeup 3hr ago
Baaaaaa
CallMeByYourMothersName 5hr ago
holy fuck HOLY FUCK everyone needs to watch this video right now. Eddie blowing a kiss to the side of the stage at MSG and if you turn up the brightness HOTDUDE IS THERE AND HE CATCHES IT
---ninebrassmonkeys 5hr ago
Oh shit that’s cute
---ninebrassmonkeys01 4hr ago
I have a bone to pick with you
---burningmanwasboring 5hr ago
Oh shit that’s cute, indeed
Chesticles03 5hr ago
Does this mean Lollipop is about Hotdude’s dick?
---pissbaby75 5hr ago
…yes I believe it does
---showmeyourfeet 5hr ago
lol you’re right it probably does
---drumbitch98 5hr ago
There’s a video of Hotdude wearing a Lollipop shirt at a meet and
greet! Eddie told the person recording that it was a merch sample
that never got made!
---pissbaby75 5hr ago
I’ve seen this video omg wait let me find it I’m sure it’s on
youtube
pissbaby75 4hr ago
HERE is the video of Hotdude in the scrapped Lollipop merch and I swear at 1:23 he SAYS HIS NAME. Headphones on full volume. This was from 2002. Whoa.
---CaptionBot
Here are the captions for this video!
“Hi guys thanks for coming”
“I’m so excited to meet you, your music saved my life”
“Awesome to hear that man, glad you’re still around. Is this the
shirt you brought to get signed?”
“Yes please. I think all the Lollipop merch get sold out already but
this one is awesome too”
“I’ll pass it on to Will our designer, thank you. There was only
samples made for
Lollipop stuff *laughing sounds* They said looked too much like a
dick to sell. (Steve?) back there has the only actual one. Here you
go, enjoy the show tonight!”
“Did you call me?”
“Oh my god Hotdude! Hi!”
“Uh, hey?”
---Chesticles03 4hr ago
STEVE!!!!!!!!!! He definitely does say Steve!
---interestingreaction 4hr ago
The tattoo of the S on his hand. It all makes sense now.
---jackskullboy 4hr ago
As much fun as the story he tells about it being about his love for
sucking dick is, I agree that this is a better fit
CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago
Hotdude has an E tattoo! Repeat! Hotdude has an E tattoo! This video of him in shorts lifting an amp into a van is grainy because hey, cellphones in the mid 00s, right? But the tat on his left leg has a very definite E shape. Props to tumblr for spotting this one.
---punchanazi 4hr ago
How is it that we’re literally only clocking this now?
---CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago
He’s also topless. We were not focusing on anything but
Hotdude without a shirt
on.
---punchanazi 3hr ago
Valid.
EddiesGirl 3hr ago
There’s been nothing posted online since. I still don’t think this is for real if he hasn’t posted a follow up.
---coffinfucker 3hr ago
How does that logic work?
---EddiesGirl 3hr ago
Well wouldn’t you be posting your wedding day for everyone to
see?
---coffinfucker 3hr ago
He kept it secret since the 80’s and you think now is when
that’ll change? We were lucky to even get this. There was more
info about Beyonce’s first trimester on Blue Ivy than there was about
this relationship until literally 10 hours ago.
---EddiesGirl 2hr ago
I just think he owes us more of an explanation. We’re the ones
paying his bills.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago
I think you should log off
---EddiesGirl 3hr ago
Why? Because I want to know why he’s lied to us for so long
he’s not the person I thought he was if he’s been lying about
being in a relationship for so long.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago
*facepalm*
---EddiesGirl 2hr ago
If you’re ok with supporting someone who has the capacity
for such a huge lie then fine. Some of us are on discord
writing an open letter about it.
---Mycoffinisfinactually 1hr ago
oh my god of course you are
allaboutthatbass 3hr ago
Is this Hotdude in this video? In the yellow? Is someone calling him Harry?
Edit: sorry, new to this. LINK
---showmeyourfeet 3hr ago
You forgot the link, champ
---allaboutthatbass 3hr ago
Sorry, fixed it.
---ozzyozzy 3hr ago
That’s Hotdude! It doesn’t sound like Harry though. More like ‘Here,
Tony’. Is his name Tony?
---CallMeByYourMothersName 3hr ago
No we’ve figured out it’s Steve, but you’re right that there’s two
parts to whatever he’s being called. Surname maybe?
---thedoctordonna 3hr ago
He looks great in yellow
---pissbaby75 3hr ago
He looks fuckin great in yellow
---milestellme 3hr ago
Definitely his colour
---daisiesonyournightstand 2hr ago
More Hotdude in yellow content please
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---CoffinUpMyHeart 2hr ago
If you slow the video down it sounds like they’re saying Harrington.
Could that be it?
---coochieluver 2hr ago
Steve Harrington is such a Midwest name jesus christ
---bodysnatcher 2hr ago
I hear it too. Sounds like Harrington for sure
EddiesGirl 2hr ago
If anyone wants to add their name to the letter of why we as fans feel betrayed by not hearing about this before now, I’ll leave the link here.
---mrboombastic 2hr ago
Are you still here?
---Mycoffinisfineactually 2hr ago
This is so funny
---showmeyourfeet 2hr ago
What the fuck is this?
---TheNumberOneBanished 2hr ago
There are easier ways to ask me to ban you
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 2hr ago
Careful throwing that ‘we’ word around
tusconarizona 1hr ago
It’s kind of hard to see for sure because it’s a screenshot of an old Top Of The Pops performance, but this looks like Eddie holding Hotdude’s hand when they leave the stage?
---BeamMeUpThotty 1hr ago
Hard to tell! Could be just Hotdude putting his hand out to help
him step down off the stage?
TimCurryingMyFavour 1hr ago
Was he ever just a security guard?
---ironmanCW 1hr ago
Now there’s a question.
---TimCurryingMyFavour 1 hr ago
Like how did they even meet?
mopthefloor 38 minutes ago
I wonder if Eddie knows how big a deal this is?
---callousedanus 35 minutes ago
That he’s married?
---mopthefloor 27 minutes ago
Well yeah but like, that he’s officially gay now too. NME has been
saying for years that he’s been joking about it. This is huge for their queer
fanbase
---throwawayfuckeddie 20 minutes ago
fuck their queer fanbase
---mopthefloor 17 minutes ago
Don’t threaten me with a good time
---callousedanus 25 minutes ago
They’ve been pretty clear about never joking about that kind of
thing (I think it was discussed further up the thread?) so NME
haven’t been paying close enough attention. I get what you
mean though, very validating, especially in this scene.
SpaceDogsInMyBrain 26 minutes ago
Hasn’t Eddie said that he lurks this subreddit? I wonder if he’ll see this?
---eddiem 20 minutes ago
Yep!
TheNumberOneBanished just now
Ok! So we’re locking this thread now because we’ve come very close to accidentally doxxing Hotdude! We’ve been given a super rare insight into Eddie’s personal life and we’re going to stay respectful of it.
Also, Eddie has posted another picture on Instagram, you can see it here.
tl;dr for anyone too lazy to click, it’s a picture of them holding hands backstage at a show, it’s pretty cute. Caption confirms that Hotdude’s name is in fact Steve, they met through friends in 1986, and that CC will be scheduling their long awaited farewell tour dates once they’re back from honeymoon.
It’s been a pretty wild day for us in the fanbase, but if it’s one thing we can all take away from this, it’s that Hotdude looks great in yellow.
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It's all fun and games in Moshang land until Shang Qinghua gets dead serious and quiet, and firmly says "No." Tô MBJ.
People think that MBJ is the ice demon that can make a room grow deadly cold with just one look, one arched brow. But, Lord in heaven! They have never seen the whole palace freeze under SQH stern and unyielding"No."
Because like, there are a thousand and one "no's" that SQH can say:
There's the nervous "No, no!" He says when something is bothering him but he doesn't want to talk about it;
The "No, nothing" when his cunning mind is scheming;
The whiney "noooo" for when MBJ drags him away from his Work because he forgot to eat (and secretly wants to cuddle);
There's the tired "No..." He sighs out when MBJ has to leave his bed on AD, silently begging for him to stay just a little bit more (but he can't, they both know this);
So many ways and tones and meanings to one word... And yet, the deadliest comes when SQH is genuinely upset or annoyed. He grows quiet before he says it, as if giving the chance to the offender to shut the fuck up and stop bothering him. When grace is denied, he digs his heels in the ground and firmly says "No."
And he means it.
MBJ, for all the bratty, spoiled prince that he is; for all he hates to be denied things (especially Qinghua), freezes on the spot because of that one word from the peak Lord. That tone. That look!
You would think an ice demon would be ok with a cold hand over his heart but When the ice cold hand of anxious trepidation creeps into his chest, he can't bear it.
Before SQH left him, he would rally against that "no" like the brat he was and would even punish Qinghua for denying him. But he what he didn't know then was that his cowardly servant had his limits.
He bent like bamboo in the storm of his rages most of the time. But when MBJ overstepped his limits, he would grow rigid and solid and strong. He would take each beating almost silently and each hit filled those honeyed eyes with scorn.
And worse of all: after the useless beating, he would get up, bow and call MBJ "my prince".
It was disrespectful. It was a threat. It was cold, distant and... bad. It was HORRIBLE! And he hated being called a prince by someone who always believed in him-- had always said that he would be a king.
He knew better now, of course. He rushed to correct whatever mistake was made but, sometimes, the best thing to do was allow SQH to leave and cool off. A tactile retreat to regroup resources and pamper his human rotten to get back into his good graces.
Qinghua was too dangerous to be on his bad side. More dangerous than Junshang. With LBH, you could just be killed. With SQH, he would keep you alive and destroy everything you held dear. He would bring down the greatest of houses and sects, he would take their treasures, Salt their land and bring their homes to ruin and decay. And he would do it all and make it seem like it was all your fault. And in the end, when you had nothing, when you begged for death, he would make you grovel for it. Not even honor could accompany you to the grave.
(MBJ always thought that ruthless efficiency was extremely hot. He loved it. He loved how 7 out of 10 times, Qinghua used it for his king and the advancement of the Northern Desert. Qinghua was so beautiful when he was driven)
Qinghua was also too precious to lose.
It was hard to put into words, to quantify, how much he loved his human. It was an intense, insane love that took him completely by surprise. He still fumbled with it. With how much he felt. It tripped the king most of time SQH just needed to breathe, to smile, to call out to him, and his treacherous heart leaped and raced. It order his body to act before he could think. He needed SQH always there. Always near. Always his. SQH was an intrinsic part of himself And when they fought, it was like being torn asunder. He hated it. He hated having SQH mad at/disappointed by him 🥺
Luckily for MBJ, SQH had a soft heart. A marshmallow one, really. But just for him. When he shows true contrition, his future Consort easily opens up and allows himself to be pampered and held and loved. He sighs and smiles and melts in MBJ'S arms. He sweetly calls him "my king"
But in those tense hours of separation, the whole north holds its breath and walks quietly to keep Peak Lord Shang's ire at bay.
("When mom raises her voice, everybody lowers their heads" was a loop in my head while writing this drivel XDD)
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Garden
Warnings: Yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff
Note: One more short fic since it’s probably going to take me forever to finish my bigger yandere stories.
“We’ll have our own place soon” he promised, “It’ll all fall into place, let's just make the best of things for now.” Jimin turned, shutting the sink off and patting his hands dry. He frowned at your still downcast head, a small pout on your lips as you looked up at him.
“I just hate it here so much.” You sigh, “I just want to live with you again.”
“Things are always better when I’m around” He sang, coming to squish your cheek between his fingers until you smiled back. “Trust me” his voice lowered, eyes locking with yours. “You’ll love our new place, I just have to finish some things before I can take you, until then” his voice grew hard, “if your asshole neighbor bothers you again, tell me and I’ll take care of it.”
You nodded slowly, leaning into Jimin as he wrapped his arms tight around you. You had been stuck in this miserable apartment complex for well over a year now, with your miserable stepfather and miserable neighbors. You missed the time when you lived with your stepbrother, in that cute little house on the hill. When your mother was still around and your stepfather didn’t spend his days drinking to an early death. Jimin had moved out before you stepped into this apartment, he had stopped getting along with his father early into your mother's death and left to take his own way.
But you missed him, even if he came often to see you. And now that you were starting to have problems with your neighbor. He was always at your door knocking to complain, or banging on the wall and shouting at you for being too loud, or just being an asshole in general. He wasn’t much older than you, but with how much he complained one would think he was just an old, grouchy man.
“I’ll see you Monday?” Jimin asked, smiling as you nodded and stole one more quick hug.
Soon, baby, I’ll return and make up every moment that I was gone. Jimin stared at the text you had left him on delivered. You weren’t one to ignore him, you always replied with your own pet name and gooey line. His nose scrunched in frustration as he patted the sheets on the bed down aggressively. “She never leaves me hanging like this” he muttered to himself, were you mad about being stuck at that apartment still? Jimin couldn’t blame you, but things were almost ready for you to move back in with him. He had worked and worked, saved until his head spun, and house hunted like a maniac until he found it; the perfect little home for the two of you. Now he was nearing the end of making it perfect for you, making sure you have everything you needed and could want. He’d give you no reason to ever want to leave.
Maybe his feelings towards you were a bit unorthodox, but who cared? Soon the two of you would have a new start together, and he planned to make it heaven compared to the shit childhood you shared with him. In his dreams, he always found you, for years now. You’d be together, the timidness of feelings gone and his father gone, unable to reprimand touches that lingered too long and shy kisses. You’d be together, you’d touch his leg and lean closer, but he always woke up in a desperate sweat before things went further.
He jumped at the sound of his ringtone, answering your call with a smile that dropped as quickly as it appeared at the sound of tears.
He grunted, jamming the shovel into the ground with all his weight. It was dark with just Jimin’s discarded flashlight on the ground giving him a view of the hole he had been digging for what felt like hours now. With dirt and blood smudged on his skin, eyes blown wide in a mix of shock and anger as he spared another look at the body wrapped and waiting to be pushed to its grave.
Burying a body in your future home with him wasn’t exactly what he had planned. He took a moment to rest, leaning on the shovel as his chest rose and fell heavily. He could still feel a push of rage and adrenaline. His body itching to do something, relive the fight he had gotten into with your neighbor, and relish in the feeling of beating upon the man in a blur. Maybe he hadn’t come down from it all yet, but he couldn’t muster up any guilt for what he had done, or forget the smile he couldn’t help but wear as he suffocated the man. Sure, he had imagined killing plenty of the people that hurt you through growing up at your side. He got into plenty of fights with them as well, of course not to your knowledge. He supposed this had been the last straw. It was your neighbor's fault, after all, how many times had Jimin warned him to back off of you? No one was going to yell at and demean his precious sister. Not as children, and certainly not as adults left in an unfortunate situation.
Jimin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and resumed his digging well into the night. He had never been afraid of hard work, he always made sure he got everything he wanted- everything he could ever want.
The next morning, when he woke sore and tired he eyed the sore that was fresh, lumpy dirt ruining the perfect picture of his yard. He sighed, he wanted it to be perfect.
“She always wanted a garden” he proposed to himself while absentmindedly scrubbing the blood and dirt from his hands.
“Keep them closed” Jimin giggled a warning as he walked you from his car, hands firmly on your shoulders as he guided you.
“I am” you smiled, “when can I look?”
“In a minute.”
When you did open your eyes, you took one look at the cozy house in front of you. You looked back at him, brow scrunched slightly in confusion. “It’s our new place” he cut you off before you could ask. “I’ve spent months on it since I moved out actually.”
“Really?” You asked, looking around with round eyes. “I don’t have to go back?”
“You’ll never leave my side again” He held your hands in his as he pulled you through the home, swinging the backdoor opening to show off the array of flowers he had planted. “A garden for you too, It’s not done though, just a start.” Your arms had a choke hold on him, wrapped tight around his neck as you thanked him with tears brimming in your eyes. “I’ll keep planting it for you” he promised, face nuzzled into your neck, “I mean it, thousands- I’ll plant thousands of flowers just for you.”
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Day One: Lazarus Pit
hello! this is for dp/dc week 2022 and i’m so excited. just a warning this piece is horror and is rated M. i’d suggest reading to ao3 tags if you’re sensitive to that kind of thing.
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When a ghost dies—not move on, but actually cease to exist—it’s a very painful thing. Their core sucks in all the ectoplasm it can until it bursts, not unlike a dying star. The ectoplasm is forever changed, it enters a state somewhere between liquid and plasma, but it still remembers the pain, the anger, that hatred.
Ghosts don’t die of natural circumstances. Some ghosts moved on, willingly letting go, others transformed into something else, but they didn’t die.
Not like this.
Danny stared down at the pool of dead ghosts, liquid cores swirling in a viscous concoction. He could feel the pain—they were forever screaming—and he didn’t know how to fix it. How to make it better.
He leaned down and dipped a glowing hand into the mixture, it swirled around him, trying to pull him in and consume him. He tried tell it, it was okay, he would make it better—but every drop of calm energy that vibrated through his body was meet with violent opposition. He could feel the human blood the ectoplasm had taken in, made apart of it, feeding into the hatred.
“What do you think you’re doing?” an angry voice called out to him, Danny felt a sword dig into the back of his neck, “No matter, you won’t be around long enough to complete your goal.”
Danny whipped around at an inhuman speed, grabbing the sword so tightly it cut his hand and stood up to meet the eyes of the man threatening him.
He could tell from the way the man’s eyes glowed in Danny’s presence that he was the one defiling this sacred ground. That he had been for many, many years.
That was going to change. Quickly.
Danny growled, baring his fangs and getting closer to the man who was frozen in place. A subliminal command was all it took for the man to kneel before him, no liminal could ignore the will of the ghost king, not when it was focused solely on them.
“How dare you,” Danny could feel his core burning with rage, a layer of first slowly creeping around the room. The torches flickered, and went out leaving Danny’s glowing form as the only source of light for a moment, before they flickered back to life in a dangerous shade of green, “How dare you!”
His shout echoed through the cavern shaking the walls and ceiling, a few stray rocks falling but never clattering to the floor. Instead they floated, trapped is shears of glowing green energy.
The man was speechless, his eyes blown wide in fear—possibly the first time he’d felt it in ages. A sick sense of pleasure ran down Danny’s spine, quickly followed by disgust. He didn’t want to take pleasure in this, but perhaps the ectoplasm behind him—screaming out for vengeance—did.
It was a kind of madness, to be surrounded by those taunting voices, telling him just to end it. Bring peace, and end the defiler, he’s no better than those who rob graves. He’s worst than those who rob graves. He relished in their pain, used then to heal his own wounds.
He deserves it. He deserves it. He deserves it. He deserves it. He deserves it. He deserves it. He deserves it.
Danny shook away the voices attempting to undermined his control, sending a blast of power from his core that send the voices fleeing back into their hideaway. Even they knew better than to question his authority.
The doors to the chamber burst open, a woman leading a band of assassins entered, but were careful not to get too close. Danny curled a smirk around his fangs, this is perfect. Now he could show them all what happens when you trample on hallowed ground.
“Ras al Ghul,” his voice was something between tv static and a scream, but still understandable. The assassins all rushed to cover their ears, but the woman just stood in horror, “your house was granted permission to look after this hallowed ground but you!” Another burst of energy flew out of him, blowing out the torches and incinerating the floating rocks. “You have used it’s power for personal gain, for murder,” Danny let go of the sword, hand dripping green blood, and grabbed the kneeling man by the neck.
“If you wish to live forever,” Danny sneer, “then so shall it be.”
The woman gasped in horror as Danny thrusted the man into the pool, holding him down by the neck. The man twisted and splashed and slashed, but he was no match for Danny’s inhuman strength or the supernatural hold he had over the man.
Danny watched as the watch churned around him, eagerly wrapping it’s self around the man pulling the ectoplasm out of his skin. He watched, scarily indifferent, as the man withered into a lifeless husk.
He pulled out the stiff, lifeless body and threw it at the feet of the woman.
She knelt down and cradled his shrinking face, a look of true horror on her face. Something inside him cried for her lose, for the fact that it had to be at his hands. He knew what it was like to love a parent, long ago, in a different universe.
But he was no longer that boy.
Now he was a king. And a king protected their people. Even the dead ones.
“Talia al Ghul,” his voice echoed unnaturally in the cavern, like whispers in the dark, “you will not suffer for you father’s sin.”
Her face twisted in anger underneath the couple of tears she’d shed. She was strong—every version of her was—and angry. He admired that about her, how passionately she could feel.
“But if this happens again,” he let the temperature in the room drop until the assassins were visibly shivering. Talia stood her ground. He respected that, “very last member of the al Ghul line will suffer as those souls have.”
He turned back to the pit opening a portal under it, letting the souls drain into the zone. Perhaps with help, he could save them. Get a second chance at protecting them.
His core sang at the thought as he lowered himself back into his realm.
#dp/dc week 2022#lazarus pit#dpxdc#kate's fanfics#Danny Phantom#eldrich horror#eldrich danny#ghost king danny
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Yandere! Steve Rogers x Reader (general Headcanons)
Steve’s song about/to reader:
Completely obsessive, incredibly possessive, and sooo clingy.
So, first off, I think he would be a very black and white yandere.
What I mean by that is, he could either be your most beautiful daydream or your most terrifying nightmare. It really all depends on how much you behave.
I think at first he would try to date you normally but would also rush it or go overboard before you guys have gotten to a level that certain gestures are normal. Like getting you clothes, engraved jewelry, and like a build-a-bear at the first date level when those gifts would be seen as overbearing. Or downright creepy.
This might push you away on its own. And 100% would if you didn’t like him that way to begin with.
But if you did accept it and liked him back, you’re just digging your own metaphoric grave I’m gonna be honest. You give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. He would be completely comfortable with being married and in the process of having kids by the end of the year. The sooner the better in his eyes.
If you tried to let him down easy as in, you didn’t completely cut contact off, maybe stayed friends or colleagues, he would argue about it. “Why am I not enough? I’d do anything for you!” “What more could I do? I’ll do it!” He would get aggravated and try to convince you to change your mind. Wether nicely or.. loudly.
If you completely ditched out on him and tried to hide from or avoid him and his texts, he would find you. That’s it. That’s just how it would be. He would find you and you would learn to love him. He would kidnap you and have strict rules on what you could and couldn’t do.
He would spoil you while you were good but if you had been bad and broken rules, he would severely punish you. This is the first yandere I’ve written about that would actually put their hands on you in anger in some way. I could see him spanking you or if you kept pushing and made him mad enough, he might slap you out of anger. Slapping you would make him instantly feel guilt and regret and would be the only way he might regret his actions. Spanking though, doesn’t effect him emotionally because he would be one of those people that don’t see them as the same thing even though the only difference is location. And with him being a super soldier and having super strength.. it would hurt so much more.
Other punishments would be things more like stern or angry lectures, confinement until submission, and confiscating things you enjoy.
His rules are pretty strict as well. He would expect you to fall in line of the traditional “house wife”. You cook his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You clean the house. You pamper and fawn over him and his needs. And you will not complain, argue back at him, or fight against him in any scenario. If you do, you will immediately be punished. The severity of the broken rule will have a matching punishment of the same severity.
If you can expect anything out of him, expect him to be fair. If you brake a rule the punishment is matching in severity, if you’re the house wife then he will provide everything you want and need. He won’t punish you without cause. Etc.
He will pay for everything. Just ask and you’ll get it.
I may have painted him more as a dictator and that is accurate for one side of him as a yandere but he also has another softer side.
He is very clingy and very affectionate. He does love you in his own.. twisted way. Cuddling and kisses are very frequent in this relationship. He would love doing silly things that he missed out on too. Board games, fun karaoke, etc. he would love just spending time with you in general. Being around you and with you in anyway is his bliss. If you’re less lively and have more of a calmer personality, he’d love to read your favorite books to you. Or poetry if you like that. Hot cocoa, in front of the fire place with him rubbing your feet and you reading a good book while it snows outside. He is very attentive and loving if you let him show it.
He would be completely obsessed with you in ways like this. Always thinking of you when he’s away. Always worrying over you. Always touching you in some way like holding hands or his arm around you holding you close. When cuddling he is very much the type to nuzzle against your shoulder and just breathing you in. He lives to indulge in you. This is also why I picked the song I added to the post. He is absolutely obsessed with you.
“Just let me love you, darling.”
Authors note:
There’s many ways I could see a yandere Steve Rogers going so if anyone has any requests on scenarios, lmk!
#headcanon#x reader#x y/n#x you#yandere#yande.re#obsessiveness#headcanons#marvel#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers#captain america#mcu fanfiction#mcufam#mcu x reader
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9 ship songs
i got tagged by @omgkalyppso who shared a tav/origin (étoile/astarion) playlist they made. so i am doing the same lmao
i don't have anyone explicitly to tag so if anyone is interested, go ahead! you have my blessing!
the ship is my tav (i still need to fkin name him) and astarion. i've finished his personal quest and romance so it was fun to spend the day making this while i'm still fresh in my feelings.
'metaphor' by the crane wives ( stfy / yt )
astarion pov. the two meet for the first time. tav is more goody at this point, and so astarion acts very superficial towards him.
I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors
I've gotten good at living on someone else's page
I cut my teeth on second hand sentiments
You can't trust a single thing I say
I keep my closet free of skeletons
'Cause I'm much better at digging graves
But I always dig up bones in your sympathy
I can't trust a single thing you say
Don't look too hard, 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me
2. 'something in the way you are' by kimbra ( stfy / yt )
tav pov. post-bite has tav very interested in the vampire. relevant to their first intimate encounter.
I'm wondering about your childhood
Wonder if you were misunderstood
I'm watching you inside your head
I wonder if you know how long I can
And I can feel it in my bones
I love all of the sticks and stones
And every little word you say
You're breaking me in the best way
3. 'thunder lightning' by iamamiwhoami ( stfy / yt )
astarion pov. his behaviour doesn't seem to deter my tav. in fact, he seems to mostly go along with it.
Got to break the stillness for a while
Need to see dеstruction to feel alive
And when I say sorry I’m full of lies
Got a violеnt streak I'm not ashamed
Are you beat yet?
Pressure keeps rising high
Nothing thrills me like a savage game
4. 'snakeskin' by rina sawayama ( stfy / yt )
relates more to my oathbreaker tav and the influence astarion had in that outcome. he 'sheds' the oath like a snakeskin and follows a new path with his love
Looking for forgiveness
I ran into your madness
Shutting off my brain just to spite my heart
You're slithering, slithering, slithering into my heart, yeah
You're changing my, changing my, changing my, changing my mind, yeah
I'm shedding, I'm shedding, I'm shedding, I'm shedding my snakeskin
You're wearin' it, wearin' it, wearin' it every day, yeah
5. 'daffodil' by florence and the machine ( stfy / yt )
astarion pov. very much an 'oh no i didn't mean to fall in love' song.
I never thought it would get this far
This somewhat drunken joke
Sometimes, I see so much beauty
I don't think that I can cope
There is no bad, there is no good
I drank every sky that I could
Made myself mythical, tried to be real
Saw the future in the face of a daffodil
6. 'fade' by lewis capaldi ( stfy / yt )
tav pov. oh look another 'i didn't mean to fall in love' song. this one is more my tav reacting to what happens in astarion's personal quest.
Wish somebody would've told me
That I'd end up so caught up in need of your demons
That I'd be lost without you leading me astray
Guess I'm such a fucking fool for the way that you caught me
You make my heart break more every day
But don't fade away
Well, I know that we've been hardly holding on
To tell the truth, I can't believe we got this far
7. 'francesca' by hozier ( stfy / yt )
tav pov. post astarion personal quest. he was there for him since the beginning of their journey and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Do you think I'd give up
That this might've shook the love from me
Or that I was on the brink?
How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?
Now that it's done
There's not one thing that I would change
My life was a storm, since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
8. 'superstar' by marina ( stfy / yt )
they have seen each other at their absolute lowest and overcome some incredible adversaries. they are ride or die.
We'll stick together
Make it through the storm
You and I
Whoever said we couldn't have it all?
I love the way we worked so hard
Yeah, we've come so far
Baby, look at me, you're my superstar
When I'm afraid, when the world's gone dark
Come and save my day, you're my superstar
9. 'finding you' by kesha ( stfy / yt )
endgame. a nice conclusion for my brain sickness that is this ship.
I know forever don't exist
But after this life, I'll find you in the next
So when I say "forever, " it's the goddamn truth
I'll keep finding, finding you
I'm gonna search for your love
Right through Hell and Heaven
Millions of years yet to come
And in all dimensions
I know that you'll always be
My happy ending
#oc tag#my ocs#bg3#tav#astarion#ship playlist#long post#haven't made character playlists since my 8tracks fanmix days#this was fun
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Hello! First time writing here :) Just hopped on here to say how much I absolutely adore your writing, I've honestly fallen in love with the entirety of Sleuth Jesters and have cried more times than I can remember while reading it, you genuinely such a wonderful way of telling stories and I can't wait to see how Cryptid Sightings will go!! That being said, I was recently listening to El tango de Roxanne, (Moulin Rouge movie version) and the way a character sings reminded me so much of SJ! Eclipse. I'll leave you a link here in case you've never seen the movie, the character I'm speaking of is the one who begins to sing. The rawness in his voice reminds me so much of Eclipse's anger, the way he starts the story, the escalation from "desire" to "betrayal" and "jealousy will drive you mad" which I think it's a pretty accurate way of representing the stages of Eclipse's feelings towards Y/N, him slipping just as much as Y/N is, taking a bullet to the face, getting more anger driven as time goes by and losing carefulness in his moves, the whole Fire on Fire sequence.
I love how complex every character in SJ is, how similar all of them are and yet how they all had drastically different outcomes from those similarities that tie them together. Even the similarities between Y/N and Gregory, both orphans with one of them getting the chance of a better life, one the Y/N was only able to grasp through the detectives support and still they were already an adult when it happened. I feel like that's an ulterior motive of them being as protective of Gregory as they are, they weren't able to save themselves or the little girl, and Gregory was a child just as helpless as they were, as the girl they sentenced to death was, the difference is that Gregory has them now and they had the resources or at this point, stubbornness, to do everything in their power to protect him.
I'm sorry for the rambling, now I'll leave you the link of the song in case you're interested in listening to it, and hope you have a wonderful day/night!!
https://youtu.be/xwCRjwngXzY
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Oh yesss, I absolutely dig the soul and anger and desire behind the first singer! His deep and gravely voice paired with the intense string instrument is *mwah*! Mafia Boss!Eclipse would be killer with a singing voice like this lowkey aldsjfasldf
I also love that the song has two individuals wanting the same person (the detectives and Eclipse in love* with the vigilante) and the stark difference in desires and how their affections are displayed. There's jealousy, but one is dangerous and mad and the other is pining and aching.
Ahhhhha, thank you so much, babe! I'm so happy you enjoyed it and ohhh, I love reading analyses and yours is delightful ♥ ♥ ♥
#moonshine-bunny#*love being used loosely with eclipse lol#i'm gonna throw this on the playlist for kicks and giggles#sleuth jesters#sleuth jesters playlist#compliments that make me cry (out of joy)
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