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likearhinestonecowgirl · 4 months

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Jason Todd Headcanons

Jason who will move you- whether it be placing a big hand on the small of your back to usher you through a busy crowd, or you're in his way, maybe in the kitchen rambling about something you saw on the news. He will wordlessly pick you up, tired and lethargic with bruised knuckles from the night before, and sit you on the counter. He mumbles something, makes a grunt to let you know to keep talking while one hand smooths up and down the inside of your thigh and the other opens the drawer you were blocking.

Jason who is obviously a theater kid- but if this is living with Bruce, moonlighting as Robin Jason, he'd be discrete. He'd say he needs the class as his obligatory elective and didn't take pottery because he doesn't like getting his hands dirty (lie). He'd sit near the back of the theater, but he'd listen intently, and every poetry assignment he'd turn in would be a work of fucking god. Every project, the teacher would ask him to perform instead of doing the alternative (some paper or poem) and maybe, just maybe, he'll say yes if he's comfortable enough.

Jason who hides food around his apartment and safehouses. Non-perishable, like trail mix, granola bars, little ziplocks of cereal. Dick had cut that habit, made Jason comfortable enough to understand he'll never have to worry, he'll never have to fend for himself by himself. Rising from the lazarus pit as an animated corpse turned everything on its head. The neurotic habits came back. If you're close enough, if he spends enough time at your place, it's likely you'll eventually find a baggie of chex mix sitting on top of your fridge.

Jason who is a barb. I'm not explaining this one, he just is. An honorary member of gag city 🫡

Jason who always has a pack of Marlboro menthols on him. Alternatively, when his lungs are feeling extra gross and he decides he wants to quit, he'll start on zyns again (cool mint ofc). There's usually a zyn tower on his bedside table, teetering right beside the glock 47 he most definitely should put in his gun safe but never will, no matter how many times you tell him

"Jason, what if someone comes in and grabs it?"

"No one-"

"What if it falls and goes off?"

"That won't happen."

Before you can get another word his, large hands turn you to face him, practically suffocated you against his chest, one hand on the back of your head while the other dips low and follows the curve of your spine.

"No one in the world is safer than you right now."

Jason who is extremely invested in TLC (specifically 1,000 pound sisters) and never wastes a chance to tell you how shocked and proud he is of Tammy for finally losing weight- even if she's still a bitch

Jason who loves to buy you things. Usually not too crazy, more like stupid little keychains and stuffed animals to build the militia in your room. But he thinks of you all the time and he can picture the look on your face when he comes back with another stupid surprise. Next thing he knows he's got a turtle or dragon or cat stuffed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket while he threatens a few men with his fists.

"They just gave it to me for free." He shrugs, holding a loving grin as he watches you beam over the fuzzy thing in your hands.

But when your face contorts in something accusatory, he holds his breath.

"What?"

"Were you wearing that?" You look over his costume, the Red Hood, the guns hardly concealed on his sides.

"Yea, why?"

"Dude, you robbed them."

Jason who loves to buy you things, who hardly goes out of his way to hide when he comes into some money (obviously by violent means- but who cares when he's gunning down men who sell drugs to kids. Minor casualty). He'd show up with a purse that's ten times your rent, a bracelet the blinds you when it's under direct light, a dress that he knows you have no place fancy enough to wear it to. If you start to ask questions, he'll distract by any means necessary, like standing behind you to slowly untie your sweatpants or unbutton your jeans, inch off your clothing and let his fingertips dip low so you can really feel the old callouses and scars he knows you love so much, before carefully dressing you in whatever nice thing he'd bought.

******i hardly proofread this sos sorry for the typos if they're there lol lmk if i should make more

#jason todd red hood #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfam #dc comics #dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon #headcanon #headcanons #dc headcanon

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victimsofyaoipoll · 6 months

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Finals

Propaganda Under Cut

Sakura Haruno

Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.

My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesn’t know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me she’s in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage she’s in

What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime

#poll #finals #sakura haruno #naruto #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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weebsinstash · 1 month

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I noticed you bitches like drama and men being just a little pathetic so you know what I've been thinking of lately. Wouldn't it be so funny if you got a red string of fate, you know, whole destined soulmate shebang, but you've got two of them, and on the ends are MORTAL ENEMIES WHO WOULD RATHER KILL EACH OTHER THAN SHARE YOU

I want you DEAD, in HELL, finding out you've got one string for Vox and one string for Alastor and they HAAAAAATE IT, at each other's throats IMMEDIATELY

I want you walking down the street, somehow magically the perfect distance from both of them when your strings appear for the very first time, two leading in opposite directions. Like I picture Vox is broadcasting live and his string suddenly appears and, he tries to play it cool because he's on the air but he's clearly excited and geeking out a little, but, wait his string disappears? And reappears? And disappears? And homie is hooked up to his little TV network, and he finally notices and sees through one of the tvs on some street corner somewhere, there you are, stepping forward, back, forward, back, kind of just, making your string go in and out of the whole 'distance rule', still obviously shocked yourself, and you just awkwardly look up to the tv and flash a clearly very nervous smile, "oh hey, um, I think this is us maybe?" and nervously holding up the hand attached to his string

Meanwhile you turn to look in the other strings direction and Alastor is Suddenly Just There. He's pulling a fucking Batman on you where you just turn around and he's all but silently materialized directly behind you and you're nearly falling over yelping in surprise.

THEN VOX AND ALASTOR SEE EACH OTHER AND SEE THE STRINGS AND IT'S ON SIGHT. Vox is just slamming his hands down on his desk, "NO, FUCK OFF ALASTOR, GET YOUR OWN SOULMATE" meanwhile Alastor is. Slightly more composed but his ears are pressed back and he's grating his teeth as he looks between you, who he's already so eager to get to know everything about, and his old business partner and he's immediately growling out an "Absolutely NOT"

I want you awkwardly flipping between both of these men like Hell's most precarious drama filled job interview. "OK well, his head is literally a TV so I bet he likes video games like I do whereas you don't seem the type, BUT, Vox is also just kind of a mean person? And Alastor you're a fucking cannibal serial killer? But we kinda have similar values.... but I love tech.... HE would make me feel smart and YOU I feel like would threaten my intelligence and make me feel stupid and-- oh my god is that literally it, am I so crazy i get both of you to balance me out in different ways. What about you guys. You guys ever make out with each other or anything--"

Like these two are wanting to get to know you and bond with you and I just picture Alastor is repeatedly suggesting you two go to a diner or a cafe or somewhere to grab a bite to eat (and also because he TOTALLY isn't trying to lead you away from the TVs on the street) and Vox is like having a little hissy fit through the screen but he's keeping his distance because he knows if he faced Alastor head on he would wreck his shit

But like.... imagine scenario c where you don't want either one of them and you're just like IMMEDIATELY "uh, no, no thank you? I actually um, am not looking for a relationship right now, and, uh, also you're both just. Awful. You're both just legitimately awful people and I don't want anything to do with either of you or all the drama you cause, quite frankly you guys can go make out with each other and I think we would all be better off" cause. I mean it was already a competition to win your heart but this is Even Worse because both of them are trying to "win you over" before the other one can and they're just SMOTHERING YOU. Like imagine one of your strings appearing and there's a knock at your door and suddenly your other string appears and you're hearing arguing voices outside and you open your front door and they're like. Strangling each other on your doorstep. Immediately pushing their way into your apartment and commenting on all your belongings

Alastor just like sarcastically commenting on all your tech while Vox is thrilled you have things in common. You and Vox just deliberately using modern slang and pop culture lingo just to annoy him by saying shit he either can't understand, finds annoying, or both. Vox thumbing through your cds and chiding you for having older music in your collection while Alastor tells him he's too low intelligence to appreciate the classics and starts asking you about your tastes in more 'retro' things. The entire time both of them are looking at each other "try not to break anything you clumsy oaf" *meanwhile is picking up and touching all your shit himself*

And of course... imagine the drama if you reject them and they catch you out on the take for another man. They scour the city looking everywhere for you, even TEAMING UP because they want to find you that badly, and they find you in a club in some dude's lap dangerously wasted as you put your tongue down his throat. You're all but riding the dude to kiss him. And finally Alastor and Vox are agreeing on something! You're PEELED off that man and, wherever he goes you sure don't know because you're WASTED! You're just giggling and messing around, swirling your finger in circles on their arms/chests, "oh my gosh, itssssyouuuuu guys!! Heyyyyy!!!! Come have drinks with me and my new friends!!!" and you're just so drunk they're uncomfortable with it. Alastor is getting some unpleasant nostalgia and Vox is worried how many other people are in this club, having their eyes all over you, Lucifer only knows what all you've been up to

If they find you with hickies or some shit on your neck you basically lose Personhood Privileges. You're like. Getting carried out of there, Alastor's just scooping you up, "cmon darlin!" and you're so drunk you're just like "oh my gosh you're so strong ☺️🥰 wheeeeeee~" and, you're just drunkenly slurring and being chatty and asking them all kinds of questions (and maybe saying some real inappropriate shit that makes them nervous about leaving you alone or around other men), meanwhile they're, like, carting you off to one of Alastor's secret hideouts or Vox has a hidden apartment to get his own space away from the Vees, you're just getting toast and water and getting tucked in still really fucked up as they're doing everything from, Alastor dutifully removing all your makeup to Vox helping take off your shoes for them to tuck you into bed. You're just drunkenly purring with contentment as one of them throws a blanket over you and you're just nice and burrito'd up, already falling asleep

Imagine they're just about to leave the room and you're just, so quiet and soft and, "... that guy i was with... wouldnt take no for an answer, so... i was just... kissing him so he maybe would leave me alone... but then he kept asking for more... I don't know what I would've done if you guys hadn't shown up. Thank you" and just rolling over and conking out as both men stare at you like the shocked tails meme

By the time you're waking up, you're stumbling out of the bedroom to see them both still there with you, politely chatting over some coffee and scrambling up to you now that you're awake, leaving you more than just a little confused. Wait, the two of them are getting along now? Well, your little disappearing act and all the little stunts you've pulled made them realize that, they both individually have their own strengths and weaknesses, and, they even wound needing to work together to help you, and, really isn't that just so indicative of times to come? Clearly you DO need both of them, and, maybe just maybe if it's for your sake and safety, they can set their differences aside. Heck, maybe even teaming up to help find you and just, figure this whole mess out in general reminded both of them of old times. Maybe they even missed their old friend a little bit. Maybe if you get them drunk and horny enough you can even get them to make ou--

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #hh #yandere hellaverse #sinprompts

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rowretro · 3 months

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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

request by @nikipedia07 <3 I think I may hav gone a lil off track w this one but hope u love it sweetie

✧warnings: violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes

✧synopsis: Jay is a fairly well known mafia boss around Korea. However, there is a small area where he's never been seen. An area where his enemy is hiding in, and were his beloved lives. When he first set his eyes on y/n, he didn't think about anything else but making her his, and so he decided to even put through the worst, just to make her love him the way he loves her.

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It all started when he was on a mission. Of course she didn't see him but he saw her. how she hugged some kids, shielding them from the suited men gunning down some other tatted men. God he loved the look of fear in her eyes, and how adorable she was shielding the small kids. Jay nodded at the men, and they walked off, not even bothering to glance in y/n's direction. Since the day he set eyes on the angel princess, he knew she was meant to be his,

That's how Jay found himself in high school, in uniform, despite being in his twenties. He threatened the head to make sure he was in every single one of y/n's class. which meant dealing with some crazy students. "Oh my god bitch could you like shut da fuck up?" Lia said glaring at Sungchan who was just eating his Cheetos "you talking to me?" Sungchan asked as the girl rolled eyes.

"Nah bitch I was talking to the girl stroking the wall- YES YOU YOU WANKER!" Lia yelled as Y/n turned around frowning "Is this a classroom or your bedroom?! Lia language. Sungchan, put those snacks away and focus." Y/n warned as she took more notes "Damn lady you gotta chill-" Sungchan mumbled as he put his Cheetos away.

Jay glanced at Sungchan, not liking his bullshit one bit. However he bit his tongue, he didn't snap at the male and instead, stared at y/n. God when he saw his darling focus solely on teaching the students, being so patient and sweet no matter how bitchy they were, he feels so calm.

"Kay class... I'll see you after break-" y/n said with a smile as she left the room. "She has got to be one of the hottest teachers in the school" Jinyoung said as he turned to the group of boys "She's like 2 or 3 years older than us- how is she teaching?" Lia asked as the boys shrug "I mean I don't care, at least I get a nice view everytime she walks in-" Yuta says with a smirk, stretching his arms out.

Jay groaned as he stayed put in his seat. sleeping on his desk, trying to remain calm. Only 3 more minutes of this. Then his darling will come back. "Ok break ended 5 minutes ago. phones away, everyone back in your seats please," Y/n called out as the students rolled their eyes, getting back into their seat.

As y/n continued to teach, she noticed that the class weren't even trying to pay attention, all of them messing about, sleeping around, eating snacks. It was as if she wasn't even there. They didn't hear her, they didn't bother listening to her, it was like she was talking to a brick wall. Except one student, who was actively listening and taking notes. Jay.

However, the noise only got worse all of a sudden. Not the students being even more annoying, but instead they were screaming. Many ducked down and hid under their tables. "Ah fuck you have got to be fucking kidding me." Jay mumbled, getting up as he pulled a gun out, shooting the 4 enemies that had broken in to kill him. His uniform was now stained with blood as his men walked in.

"Clean the bodies I'm done with this act." Jay said as he walked up to y/n pulling her up, his arm around her waist, as her body hit his, his eyes met her panicked pair. "So fucking beautiful... and all mine. You think I sat in school again for fun? I graduated I don't even have to be here." Jay said as he carried her, out of the classroom, ignoring her kicks and screams. "OH MY GOD HE'S PARK FUCKIN JONGSEONG-" Lia screamed as she showed the search results on her phone.

"why did you even come then?..." y/n mumbled to herself, unaware that Jay heard "I needed to get close to my princess before I take her to my palace... see y/n from now you will be living the life you deserve, a husband with expensive black suits who can give you many black cards... sweetheart you need a sweetheart. Me." Jay simply said as the girl frowned.

(OK SO IM NOT HAPPY WITH THIS, I THINK I WENT OFF TRACK BUT I'LL DO A PART 2 FOR THIS IF UW)

#yandere enhypen #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #enha x reader #lee heeseung #park jongseong #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #yang jungwon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #yandere au #yandere drabble #yandere jay #yandere enha #enha imagines #enhypen scenarios #jay enhypen

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rewrittenreality · 11 months

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Protective Cowboy

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: Cursing, Walker getting his ass beat

Summary: Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler's woman, Walker obviously doesn't get that and runs his mouth.

A/n: Hello! So sorry for the large time gaps between posts! Life has been very crazy! But I have a few different works to write so I hope to get those out fairly quick!

If there was one thing practically all of Yellowstone knew about Rip Wheeler, it was that nobody messes with his woman. Messing with his woman is equivalent to committing a war crime, punishable by death. Or a major ass beating, whichever Rip chose in that moment.

Rip had met you on the ranch when you were helping out with the work load. Being a close friend to the Dutton family, you always had a place to stay on the ranch. Your love for ranch life keeping you close to the ranch and all of it’s residents. The moment Rip laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one for him.

He was protective of you, especially when you moved to the ranch to live in his cabin with him. Rip knew how some of the men on the ranch could be and he would make sure they knew to respect you as much as they did the Duttons. Hell, you were practically a Dutton yourself. You were family to the Duttons, you were born and raised on the ranch. John always calling you his niece and you calling him “Uncle John.”

Some of the ranch hands didn’t always respect you like they did the rest of the family. Rip wouldn’t have any of it, always shooting them death looks as a warning. Constantly trying to get it through their thick skulls that you were as much of a Dutton as the family was.

This exact thought ran through his head when he overheard Walker talking about you after you had just left. Rip already hated Walker, it was no secret to anyone. Hearing him talk about you just added to his burning hatred for the man.

“Why the hell should we listen to her? Because she’s close to the family? She’s a bitch is what she is.” Walker complained to Jimmy, stacking hay in the process.

Jimmy looked up, his eyes wide with fear. He dropped the hay and backed away after seeing the look on Rip’s face. The way Rip tensed up immediately caught the attention of Lloyd, who was quick to start paying attention to what was happening.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Rip growled, dropping what was in his hands.

Walker looked at Rip, a smug smirk growing on his face. He continued stacking hay, eyes locked with Rip’s. Lloyd stopped what he was doing to watch the situation closely, knowing damn well it wouldn’t end well for Walker.

“Oh, I’m sorry. She’s YOUR bitch. How could I forget?” Walker said, stepping closer to Rip.

The rage was boiling up inside of Rip, his fists clenching so tight he could feel the sting of his fingernails digging into his palms. Then Walker came closer again, seeming to be taunting Rip. The smirk on his face looking extremely punchable.

“I’m gonna kill you…with my bare fucking hands!” Rip raised his voice, lunging at Walker.

Rip punched Walker with enough force to knock him to the ground. Punch after punch landed on Walker, causing enough commotion to upset the horses in the stables. You heard the commotion and ran out of the stables, your eyes landing on the fight taking place.

Lloyd pulled Rip off of Walker after a few seconds, knowing Rip would and could kill Walker if he wanted to. He had to hold Rip back from going after Walker again. It was then that Lloyd noticed you standing there, your eyes wide in surprise.

“That’s enough, Rip! Take a walk!” Lloyd warned, pushing Rip away.

“If you ever say anything about Y/n again, I will kill you. I will kill you without any hesitation, Walker.” Rip threatened Walker, shaking out of Lloyd’s grip. Lloyd proceeded to help Walker to his feet before going off on him about what he did.

“Rip, stop. He learned his lesson.” You said from behind him.

Rip whirled around, eyes locking onto you in an instant. He knew that look on your face, worry and amusement? He gave you a confused look, walking closer to you. You didn’t look directly at him, instead you were glaring at Walker.

“Y/n, Darlin’, I promise you Walker deserved it.” Rip said, his large hands finding their way to your hips.

“Oh, I know. I heard everything, heard him talking about me. Heard him taunting you. He had it coming.” You looked up at Rip, his relieved smile making you chuckle.

“You really are something, Woman. You know that?” Rip smiled at you, squeezing your hips gently.

“It’s been mentioned a few times, Cowboy.” You giggled as he kissed you.

You looked at Walker, who was still being ripped a new one by Lloyd. You walked over to them, nodding at Lloyd, giving him a look that you wanted to say something. Lloyd stepped back politely, letting you take over.

“Listen Walker, you might think you are a badass, but you're not. You’re an ex-convict with an attitude problem. And you are on the wrong ranch if you think that will fly. Rip might have beat your ass, but that was nothing compared to what will happen if you speak like that to anyone again. Don’t push your luck.” You said, turning to walk back to Rip.

“Damn Sweetheart, seems you don’t need me around to defend yourself.” He looked down at you.

“We knew that, but you know how much I like seeing you so protective.” You smiled, fixing Rip’s jacket as he left a kiss to your forehead.

#rip wheeler #rip wheeler x reader #yellowstone #rip wheeler yellowstone

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o3o-aya · 7 months

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So I’ve been thinking, (surprising, I know) would you like to write Yandere!Muzan x Mother!Reader? Like let’s say he kills readers husband after getting infatuated with her and then manipulates her child so reader won’t have another choice than to take him in because her child needs a father and protection, but even though she is a good wife when she refuses to share the bed with him or talk to him more than what she deems necessary he goes CRAZY, you can interpret that however you want NSFW or just him being a bitch.

I’m on my period, horny, lonely and feel like torturing myself so yeah…

heheheheehehehhehe

TW- Heavy non-con, threatening of a child

You were a mess after your poor husband died...

You adored your husband, you were so in love... Yet he was gone...

You knew his job as a demon slayer was dangerous, but with how strong he was.. You never expected to lose him... They suspected an uppermoon got to him..

Your family was against your marriage to a Rengoku, and here they were... At his funeral, scolding you... And in front of your child!

You glared at them as you bit your lip, grabbing your son's hand and rushing off.

You would just cut contact with them... You didn't need them...

"Come on Shinjuro... We don't need them..." You said as you looked down at your son.

He looked so much like his father, it hurt you... But you had to be strong for your sweet boy...

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"And don't come back!!" You shouted as you threw a jug of water at the man your family sent.

They kept sending men to propose to you... Had they no shame!? After you told them you weren't talking to them!?

You bit you lip before slamming the gates to your husband's estate. "Honestly!" You said before you sighed, what would your husband say...?

You watched your son, smiling a bit as you watched him practice at his sword training... You knew you couldn't stop him... He wanted to be like his father.. You just hoped, he would be stronger than him.

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"Don't waste your time." You told the red eyed man. "I'm not accepting your proposal... Tell my family enough is enough." You said as you glared.

The man paused, before an amused grin appeared on his face. "They didn't send me... I came of my own accord." He said as he tilted his head slightly.

He didn't kill your husband to take a simple no!

"I can give you anything you need... Even give that boy of yours a good education." He said as he smirked, watching you flinch.

Your son was would be provided for...

You couldn't access your husband's funds, you couldn't feed him properly...

"And my son gets everything he needs...?" You asked quietly.

"His needs and wants." Muzan replied, staring down at you.

He had managed to befriend the boy when he saw the boy playing with some of his friends.

You drifted your eyes a bit before you let out a shaky breath.

"Fine..."

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Muzan was growing upset...

You had been married and he couldn't but help feel like he won!

But...

You hardly spoke with him! You only spoke with him on affairs concerning his household and your son!

Not to mention...

You wouldn't share his bed.. You chose your own room... To sleep in!

He had thoughts of you underneath him, squirming and whimpering.

Crying out his name as he filled you with his seed...

He'd have you... He'd have you very soon...

Even if he had to force you...

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You slowly knocked on the door, openng it as you tilted your head.

"You asked to see me?" You asked softly as you smiled a bit.

Muzan nodded his head before he stood up from his desk. "Yes come in... Lock the door." He said.

You furrowed your brow before you closed the door, locking it behind you.

"Come closer." Muzan said as he walked out from behind the desk, watching as you stood slow steps.

As you grew closed enough, he grabbed the back of your neck, his now sharp nails digging into your skin.

He slammed you onto the desk as you cried out.

"Wh-What are-!?" You began before he shushed you.

"Shut it... I've been kind enough to let your boy live... But I can only be so merciful..." Muzan hissed by your ear as you began tearing up.

Using his nails as he ripped your kimono, smirking as he looked at your exposed pussy.

"If you had been a better wife... We could be doing this under better conditions..." Muzan said as he glared down at you.

"N... No please no..." You whispered as he freed his aching cock.

"Shush..." Muzan said, bringing his hand down on your ass cheek as you whimpered.

"Just be still." He whispered by your ear as he forced his cock into your dry walls.

You whimpered in pain as you sobbed silently, your cries of pain echoing through the office as his hips slapped against your ass.

Though soon, you let out whimpers as your walls squeezed him, happily accepting him in... As if he didn't just violate them.

"It could be so much easier." Muzan whispered harshly as he pulled your hair, forcing you up.

And all you could do was cry throughout his rough and violating treatment of you...

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You wrapped your son in his father's hoari as you smiled sadly, your eyes so worn that your poor son didn't recognize them anymore..

"Mother..." Shinjuro said softly. "I don't want to leave you." He said as he began tearing up.

"My boy... You'll never leave me... I'll always be with you." You said as you kissed his head. "You'll be such a strong hashira one day... You'll make your father and I proud." You whispered.

"I'll become a hashira! Then... Then i'll come back for you! We can live at father's estate again!" Shinjuro said.

"It sounds like a plan." You said, before watching as the kakushi took him away.

Yet he had no idea... That this would be the last time he would ever see his mother....

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buckybarnesb-tch · 10 months

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Mafia!Kol Yandere NSFW A-Z

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

•Kol’s affection is very physical which sometimes causes you problems since you’re a bartender

•His hands are almost constantly on you in some fashion and while the Mikaelson’s are all gift givers, Kol goes for less of the fancy jewelry and more of the cards and flowers, always wanting the people you work with, especially the men, to see that you’re taken

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

•Any chance that Kol has to get bloody is a good time for him, but for you, that’s different

•While he enjoys his work, when it comes to getting rid of a ‘rival’ or a drunk asshole who thinks his girl is free game, he takes extra pride and extra time in making it hurt

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

•Never seriously, no

•Kol doesn’t enjoy seeing you in pain unless it’s the good kind😉, however he will ensure his point gets across whether that means spanking your ass or on one scary occasion, tightening his hand around your throat to make sure he’s being heard the way he needs to be

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?

•Never sexually, while Kol enjoys your kinky relationship and how adventurous you are in bed, he would never do anything you say ‘no’ to, even in play. The Mikaelsons all take sexual assault very seriously and they’ve killed men for it hundreds of times by now, he refuses to hurt you like that

•If he’s ensuring your cooperation however, he might just cross a few lines…he’ll do whatever he has to to make you see reason even if that means canceling credit cards, having you evicted or threatening your boss to have you fired from your job

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

•Kol is quite open about how he feels for you, he is a flirt if ever there was one and he knew as a bartender you saw men like that every day but he was the most persistent

•He is the only man to make you genuinely believe that he cares for you after the first 2 weeks of him showing up and chatting you up (through your entire shift most days)

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

•Kol thinks you’re adorable when you get all tough

•He knew you were the girl for him when you first fought back against a drunk ass who refused to leave or to stop touching your ass but before Kol could step in you were swinging a baseball bat around like a crazy person

•He knows he has his hands full with you, but he likes it and he’s ready, it will only make your submission that much more sweet

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

•While he may view some of your interactions as a game, or playful banter you are Not a game to the youngest Mikaelson brother

•Kol loves to play and tease you all the live long day, but make no mistake…You Are His

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?

•The worst experience happened upon leaving work one night. Kol was walking you to your car and you had been bitching at him for flirting with a coworker (though Kol’s personality is 97% flirt)

•You told him you would just have to find someone more serious about you to date, the next thing you knew you were pinned to the brick wall of the bar beside the parking lot with his hand tightening around your throat

•You learned that if there’s one thing you don’t tease Kol about, it’s being with another man. He doesn’t take it lightly

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

•Kol wants you to be his

•Just his, whatever that means to you and to him is your personal beliefs and ideals, if you want to get married he’ll get you the biggest diamond there is, if you want to elope that’s fine, if you don’t believe in marriage and you just want to dedicate yourselves to each other and live like that it completely fine with him

•Kol just needs you to know that you’re his

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

•Kol’s jealousy is no joke, a guy making eye contact with you enrages him

•You always know when you’re never going to see a man again by the look on your boyfriends face, you’ve just asked that he leaves your regulars alone, and the old men that drink in your bar who flirt in a ‘sweet old man’ kind of way

•You’re sure he’s killed at least 40 men throughout his 6 months coming to see you at work before he forces you to live with him

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

•Kol is a teasing, funny guy and most people love him upon meeting him

•His entertaining attitude puts people at ease but you know it’s a front and that the belief in it gets many people dead

L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

•He visited you at work every shift for 2 weeks before you believed he was serious, he knew it would take time since you get flirty guys at work all the time but he stuck with it

•On the nights he couldn’t be there because of work he would send you a bouquet of flowers and a card with some kind of sweet note in them

•The one time he needed to work for a week straight your house looked like a florist shop with all the different assorted bouquets and several times a night you would get a flower or stuffed animal delivered just to ensure any men there when he couldn’t be would be sure you were already spoken for

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

•Kol is, for the most part, the same

•Hes a massive joker and he teases people all the time and he does that in every aspect of his life

•When he’s angry however it’s different, he’s serious and vengeful, straight up terrifying for people who have never seen the real pissed off Kol Mikaelson

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

•Kol would prefer to spank you for the most part

•You also learned very quickly that your actions can get other men killed, deserving or not and while a part of you found it hot that he would kill to protect you, he would also kill to punish you so you quickly stopped ‘flirting’ with men at your job to get tips since you realized it pissed him off and he would kill anyone who gave you attention beyond what a bartender should get

•Once you moved in with him and he stopped you from working he would punish you by locking you in his room since he knew it drove you mad, he usually lets you walk freely around the house knowing you can’t get out passed the guards so locking you in his room was the perfect punishment for you

O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

•Your life as you knew it is gone along with your normal freedoms, but that doesn’t mean you have nothing in your new life

•Kol found (and often rubbed it in his brothers faces) that you were more behaved than his brothers girls quicker which allowed you more freedoms, which is why you ‘behaved yourself’ in the first place

•You we’re allowed to roam the house freely several weeks before Klaus’ fiancée got the same privilege and she had been here 4 months before that happened which had only been 2 weeks for you

P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

•Kol isn’t known for his patience but thankfully you are a quick learner

•You figured out how fucked up Kol was long before he kidnapped you, but you had fallen for him by then and suddenly his crazy just didn’t matter as much to you, which is why you adapt quicker in your opinion…his crazy actually turned you on…

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

•Died: If you died that means someone hurt you and if someone hurt you Kol will not rest until he finds out and punishes the person or people responsible and everyone they’ve ever cared for, it is the only time his siblings actually worry for him when he ‘goes off the deep end’…Kol would never be the same again, he doesn’t love often and to give it so freely to you…he’s dead inside…he died right beside you that day

•Escaped: If you did ever try to escape, which you personally didn’t see the point to knowing your boyfriend/fiancée (or whatever TF you are) as well as you do, he would find you before the days end, both the type and amount of people on the Mikaelson’s payroll is frightening and you would be lucky to make it off the property

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

•The idea of letting you go is laughable to the youngest Mikaelson brother, literally, you told him he could let you go once and he giggled in a way one could only describe as…maniacally…

•Harming you however, if Kol ever truly hurt you then it was an accident and he would regret it, punishing you though, no never, you should have behaved yourself like he told you to do

S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

•The moment he saw you behind that bar and you laughed at a man’s pickup line for the first time, that was when he decided you were to be his

•Kol doesn’t take things like that lightly, you belong to him, always and forever, there’s no way around it

•He was possessive of you instantly, sitting at your bar and flirting with you, threatening men who tried to take your attention with grievous bodily harm if they didn’t scram and Fast! He committed himself to getting your attention which took him 2 weeks of coming back over and over again. The loss of sleep and the work he put on others was completely worth it once he truly had your attention and that gorgeous smile directed at him

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

•It depends on the type of crying

•If you’re crying during sex it turns him on, not to actually hurt you, but to see you so overwhelmed with pleasure is his favorite thing

•If you’re crying in pain or upset he will comfort you and hurt whoever dared to make you feel like this, Kol doesn’t want you to be broken, just dependent on him which is exactly what he’s going to get

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

•Kol didn’t lock you up the same way Elijah and Klaus had, he gave you little freedoms until you proved you weren’t worthy of them

•Kol believed you would behave more if you knew what kind of life you could have and how comfortable it could be if you just behave which prompted you to do so

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

•If you wanted someone dead, especially a man, you made it happen

•The 3 men that had hassled you at work for nearly a year, all you had to do was subtlety tell Kol one night that they made you ‘uncomfortable’ with their advances, and they never showed up again…it turns out there are perks to dating a psychopath

W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

•Never in a lasting way, he would never beat you or scar you, the only physical pain he caused you (besides bruises while playing) was when you were so bad he needed to spank you, which was not often

X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

•Kol loves you more than anyone has ever loved you in your entire life

•He is happy to treat you like his perfect Princess or his naughty Kitten whenever you need/want

•He loves you in the type of way Kol equates people loving their religion, you are absolutely Everything in his world

Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

•It takes 2 weeks for him to really grasp your attention

•After that he visits you and takes you on dates for about 3 months before he takes you home and doesn’t let you leave again

Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

•You give into his wants and needs, but breaking wouldn’t really be the right word

•You fall in love with Kol just as deeply and passionately as he does for you, it just takes you a bit more time

•If there’s ever a moment that someone could call the ‘Breaking Point’ maybe it would be the day you decide to try for a baby?

Kol Mikaelson Masterlist

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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Can you make protective Camavinga like “don’t worry everything is gonna be okay” “get behind me” when readers is in danger so he wants to protect her please?

Protector

Eduardo Camavinga X Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Eduardo are having a date night when some guys attack them.

Sorry this took a life time life's been super crazy lately, but I promise many more to come!

On a blissful date night with Eduardo, you found yourselves at one of your favorite restaurants, the air abuzz with the promise of a memorable evening. It was salsa night, a chance to indulge in a passion you both shared while reveling in each other's company. The weight of busy schedules and his absence due to matches melted away, replaced by the joy of being together once more.

As you entered the restaurant, the vibrant sounds of Latin music greeted you, filling the air with infectious rhythms. The aroma of delectable food hung tantalizingly in the air, whetting your appetite for the flavors that awaited. The ambiance was lively, couples and friends mingling, their laughter intermingling with the melodies that beckoned them to the dance floor.

Seated at a cozy table, Eduardo's hand enveloped yours, a warm reassurance that echoed the love and excitement that thrived between you. Conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving through the topics you both had missed during his absence. Laughter punctuated the moments of tender connection, painting the evening with hues of joy.

As plates of delicious food were placed before you, you savored each bite, the flavors dancing upon your taste buds in perfect harmony with the pulsating music. The energy of the room was infectious, drawing you both to the dance floor, where bodies intertwined, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythms.

Lost in the enchantment of the moment, you felt the gaze of onlookers upon you and Eduardo. Glancing towards the bar, you noticed a group of men, their eyes fixated on the two of you. Assuming they were admirers of Eduardo's football career, you dismissed it, focusing instead on the handsome man in your arms, his presence filling your heart with warmth.

The night progressed, the hour growing late, and you made the decision to call it a night. Standing outside, waiting for your Uber, you realized you had left your cardigan inside the restaurant. "Oh, I forgot my cardigan inside," you mentioned to Eduardo, a hint of disappointment tingeing your voice.

Without hesitation, Eduardo leaned in to plant a quick kiss on your lips before offering, "It's okay, baby. I'll go get it for you." His genuine concern and willingness to help melted away any lingering frustration, reaffirming the strength of your connection.

As you waited for him, a sudden jolt interrupted your thoughts. Someone had rudely bumped into you, uttering derogatory words under their breath. Looking up, you recognized the face of one of the men who had been staring at you and Eduardo earlier. Choosing to rise above the provocation, you turned away and began walking in the opposite direction.

Before you could take more than a few steps, a vice-like grip seized your arm, trapping you. A surge of fear coursed through you as the man sneered, his words dripping with malice, "Where do you think you're going, bitch? Where's your little bitch-ass boyfriend?"

Desperation took hold as you struggled to free yourself from his grasp, ultimately resorting to delivering a resounding slap across his cheek. Yet, the situation escalated, as two more men converged upon you, their intentions apparent.

Just as panic threatened to consume you, Eduardo appeared, emerging from the restaurant like a guardian angel. A mixture of fury and protectiveness radiated from his every pore as he sprang into action, fending off the assailants with a remarkable display of strength and determination. "Get behind me, baby," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority and unwavering love.

A tense standoff ensued as Eduardo confronted the aggressors, demanding an explanation for their actions. Their words dripped with bitterness and misplaced anger, blaming Eduardo's team for their perceived injustice.

Their insults echoed through the night, but Eduardo stood tall, resolute in his defense of you and his unwavering belief in his team's worthiness.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Eduardo fought valiantly, his fists a blur as he battled against the four men. Yet, as the struggle intensified, a glimmer of concern surfaced within you. Fearful for both his safety and the escalating violence, you rushed back into the restaurant, frantically calling for help.

Moments later, security personnel arrived, their authoritative presence quelling the chaos that had ensued. They swiftly intervened, separating the warring parties and ensuring that the authorities were alerted to the disturbance.

As the chaos subsided, Eduardo's attention turned solely to you. Concern etched on his face, he gently checked your body, ensuring you were unharmed. Tears welled in your eyes as the magnitude of the moment sank in, overwhelmed by the fear that had momentarily gripped your heart.

Taking you into his arms, Eduardo reassured you, holding you tightly as you sought solace in his embrace. "It's okay, baby. I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your rattled spirit. In that moment, you felt the profound love and protection he offered, his presence offering comfort and security.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Eduardo murmured, his voice laced with remorse. "I never wanted any of this to happen." His eyes bore into yours, seeking reassurance and forgiveness.

You cupped his face in your hands, the weight of the night's events heavy upon you both. "It's not your fault, Eduardo," you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. "We'll get through this together."

In the aftermath of the incident, the night was marred by the shadows of what had transpired, but your bond remained unbreakable. United by love and fortified by resilience, you held each other close, knowing that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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taeyongsfemdom · 6 months

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"Would you believe me if i told you that I have special people who would kill anyone who's ever bothered or threatened you in any way possible, little rose?"

Taeyong stared at you confusingly as you walked around him in a circle, your thigh high boots clicking against the floor of your private study room/ sex dungeon, trying to take in what you just told him. He was in his cute little bunny pajamas and he found you on the way back to bed after getting a glass of water.

"K..kill?"

"You heard me...ever since I became your manager, there have been people who have pissed me off EXTREMELY by the way they talk to you and I, and you know that I don't tolerate disrespect"

You had called up and visited your good friend Kun and his team of five who are skilled hit men, you told him about your new side job of managing Taeyong and all the problems that came with it. There would be times where people would call you mean, controlling or your favorite term being "psycho bitch" which you just loved because it was true....you were crazy.

"I don't want you to hurt anyone, goddess! What if you get in trouble?"

A small laugh left your red lips as you pulled out a knife from your trenchcoat pocket, clicking it open and putting it right by his jawline, his breath hitching a little as you moved the blade down his chest that was covered by that pajama set you bought him.

"Did I get trouble for killing that man who was putting his hands on you, little rose?"

"N..no ma'am"

"Exactly, so don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. Goddess has this all under control"

An audible gulp was heard and you laughed evilly again as you placed the edge of the knife against his throat, your hand slid inside his pants feeling how hard his cock was. The boy was turned on from the knife that could slit his throat open, pretty sure your sick tendencies was rubbing off on him. You sat in the chair behind you and spread your legs open as Taeyong fell to his knees in front of your dripping pussy, his head trying not to fall in between your legs, your boot hanging off his broad shoulder.

"I really got turned on by how scared you were by my knife at your throat, slave. You get off on fear, don't you?"

"Yes goddess, can I make you feel good?"

"Yes you ma-"

A soft moan fell from your lips as he started eating you out, your luscious thighs wrapping around his head causing him to lick harder. You picked up a glass full of red wine and took a sip as you watched his pretty hands rub your thighs, your clit twitching against Taeyong's tounge made him hump the air beneath him.

"Such a greedy and horny boy..what do you say to me?"

You popped the knife blade back open and glided the tip of it across the pajama top, your thighs letting up off his head to let him breathe, his lust-filled boba eyes looking at you innocently with pussy juice coating his lips.

"Thank you for letting taste you, goddess! I don't deserve you"

"Good boy....now get your head back down there"

Your body was riding on the edge of exploding, your moans getting heavier and hotter as you grinded on his plump lips. Taeyong's tried to grab your hands to hold them as he drilled his tounge in you, trying his hardest to get you to cum. The blade messing with the fabric, keeping him on the edge of cutting him.

"F..fuck! I'm g..gonna cum, I'm cu-"

Your eyes rolled back as you squirted all over him, soaking the floor right under you and his face. Your legs shuddering with heavy breaths leaving your chest as you unwrapped your legs from his head. Taeyong gave you a few more licks before pulling away, looking absolutely fucked out with wet hair from your sweet juices.

"I love it when you shower me, goddess, thank you"

"Mmmmm, you really know how to work that-" Taeyong was leaning back to show you that he came untouched from eating you out, a dark blush coating his cheeks as you spot a visible stain on his crotch.

"You dirty slut, cumming just from giving me head. How pathetic"

"I...I couldn't help it, I'm addicted to you"

"As you should be, I'm the only woman you should be addicted to. And another thing, I really wanted to tie you to the wall and cover you with cuts and hickeys"

Taeyong craved pain and that drove you insane. His body being painted in red along with your kiss marks sounded like a dream, a piece of art that needed to be displayed. You watched him bite his lip at your comment as you swung your knife in your hand.

"Please hurt me next time....I want you to make me bleed"

#sub!taeyong #taeyong smut #lee taeyong imagines #sub!kpop #sub!nct

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yankpop · 1 year

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Yandere BTS: you refuse to obey them (Hyung line)

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Manipulation; degradation; toxic/yandere relationships; implied kidnapping; violence.

AN: Hope you guys like it💖

Jin

Jin is very much set on the typical stereotype of women and men. Keeping that in mind, you’re no one to refuse his wishes. It doesn’t matter how insignificant or small it is, but Jin does not take it lightly. He’s the man in the relationship, he knows better.

The only thing you should do is to nod your head and accomply.

But since you wanted the other way around, then it’s also you who faces punishments. A slap or two is usually enough to put you back on track, but Jin is not afraid of more intense punishments, if you need such incentive.

“Do not talk back to me! Have you forgotten of your place in this house? Don’t make me do something I'll regret.”

Suga

Actions have consequences.

That’s the motto that Yoongi follows. Everytime you choose to disobey Yoongi, it comes with a price. The consequences come in various forms depending on the situation, whether it’s not allowing you to leave the house for a few days, removing your phone from you, or even threatening your loved ones.

The more serious your defiance is, the bigger the punishment is. Yoongi is not one to physically hurt you into obedience, instead preferring to keep his calm and making you suffer by taking away your privileges.

“Now, now. You either do as I say or you can say goodbye to your phone. Permanently. So, what’s it gonna be?”

JHope

Hoseok has a very short temper when you start refusing to comply with his wishes. First, he tries to make you understand why he’s right and you’re wrong but that tactic soon flies out of the window once he realizes how stubborn you really are.

And trust me, it’s not nice to see the usually cheerful Hoseok turn into a berating vicious man. He’ll yell the most awful things, completely breaking you off and then throwing you into a dark lonely room for several days.

When he finally emerges, he’s the smiling and loving guy again, but only if you finally give in and do exactly as he says. Otherwise, he’s not afraid of taking your punishment into a whole new level.

“You much of a bitch can you be? You’re so stupid sometimes. I don’t care if you like this or not, but you will do exactly what I say. If not, then you can’t even imagine what I have reserved for you.”

Namjoon is the voice of logic. Or so he tries to convince you by using the most logical and reasonable explanations. He only wants the best for you and that includes listening to him, cause he’s your boyfriend. No one else knows you better than him, that’s for sure. No one else will ever treat you so good as him, then why do you have to act up and try to self-sabotage what you have.

All of this is explained in such a calm and soothing way by an incredibly rational Namjoon, that you feel like you’re acting completely crazy. In the end, you’re the one who apologizes and comes through with whatever he wants.

“If you have a brain, then why not use it? Sometimes, i swear you’re too dumb for this world. If you try to think rationally, you’ll see that I’m right. I’m always right.”

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teenandbeyond · 11 months

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Gojo x Sub. Fem Demon Reader

This resulted from a misread request lol

Want the subby Gojo version? Here.

Want more from meh? Masterlist!

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🕶 Disobedience 🕶 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Warning(s): College AU, flirty reader, smut, a lil gore, public sex, dirty talk

It's your second semester at a new college and you've already got a guy trying to impress you, not doing too good so far when he's wearing shades indoors...

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He could feel you before you entered the room.

As you entered, he lowered his shades, like he couldn't see you clearly past them.

You were beautiful.

You immediately met his eyes, you could feel his power, too.

And when your lips lifted into a smirk, he decided.

He wanted you.

The next day, he made sure to make a point of falling into the chair next to you.

"Mm, are you here to dispose of me, curse user?"

"Not necessarily," he drew out his syllables, leaning on a palm, "I just wanted to get a better view."

"You're not going to get that from the very back of the class."

He met your gaze over his shades after turning his head your way, "I didn't mean the lesson. I'd much prefer to study you, instead. Better view than that geezer any day."

"Sacrificing your grades for me? I'm flattered," you offered a shark-like grin full of sarcasm.

"No need to worry about me. I have the best grades in this school," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet, "Of course you do."

"Miss [Name]! Put your feet down, right-"

Your professor cut himself off with a glare from you, your head tilted back, challenging him to say the rest.

All he did was clear his throat, "I'll let you off this time since this is your first day, but don't expect such leniency next time."

"Well, aren't you the rebellious one? Someone should tame that disobedience of yours," he purred out.

"I don't get tamed. It's not in my nature."

And every day after that, he finds something to brag to you about.

Trying to impress you, you supposed.

But he wasn't your type.

He was pretty, sure, but you weren't into men who weren't worth what they bragged about.

He just seemed like another egotistical pretty boy who was used to having his way in life.

And why hasn't he reported you yet? You were a demon, his type doesn't let you cruise around innocent people so easily. It's why you had to transfer quite a few times.

His answer?

"I mean, other than a few little pranks, you don't mean much harm. Just another student trying to get their degree. As long as it stays that way, you'll be fine."

He seemed to care more about getting in your pants than much else.

He even brought you your favorite drink from some cafe a few minutes away.

"How the hell do you know I like this?" you ask after an experimental sip.

"I watch."

"Creepy. And I'm a demon."

All he does is smile.

You have a strange dynamic of banter, Gojo not really getting past your wall.

"We can't go on one date, beautiful?"

"My dates include an exclusion of clothes."

"I certainly wouldn't mind that," he smiles, flashing his pearly whites.

"You haven't earned the privilege, human."

"I will..."

Things change one day when a sleazy student decides to grope you on your way out of your last class. Even after you tell him to stop.

You both end up in a hidden corner with you tugging hard on his ear, threatening him.

"Listen here, human. You have two options...You can either use this pencil and stab yourself in your poorly endowed genitals. Or I can tear off your ear for your poor listening abilities."

"You crazy bitch, you think you scare me? I've had crazier girlfriends."

"Oh, have you, now? Well, I don't like being second best to anybody. May I show you why I'm the one to fear?"

You mute him with your power, he's unable to be heard by powerless humans. And you slowly tug further and further away from his head.

He tries to struggle away, but your power holds him in place.

"You don't deserve these ears anyway, much too pretty for that attitude of yours," you grin as he begins to scream.

"Stop! Stop! It's going to tear off!" he shrieked.

"That's the point."

You silently glance at the ear in your hand, then back at the screaming young man.

And you laugh. Tossing your head back, hard.

"Fascinating! Humans are very expressive."

"What's going on here?"

You blandly glance over to see Gojo moving closer, "You're not blind. I think it's blatantly obvious."

"Gojo! Gojo, help me, man! This bitch is crazy!"

"Silly human, he can't-"

"Help you? Lovely [Name] here doesn't seem like the type to do something without reason."

He could hear him? Right...his power.

"So what did you do, Kimura?"

"Nothing! All I did was flirt a little and she went nuts!"

You stab a pencil into your desired area, getting another satisfying scream out of him, "You touched me without my permission. And even after my merciful warning, you kept doing it...You were confident, too. I can only imagine how many human women it took to gain it. What do you have to say about that?"

All he could do was groan in pain.

"Well, at least now you can live alone like you deserve. Only desperate little humans would get with a sleazy man lacking an ear and a hard-on. Now, get out of my sight," your power releases him as you dismiss him with a hand.

You don't turn to look at him as he rushes to hobble away.

But before he can turn around the corner, his body freezes in place and shatters like glass.

"Foolish human. I don't let scum like you live."

"Well, well. Interesting to finally see your power in action."

You jump at the voice next to you, when did Gojo get that close?

"You didn't try to help him."

"He was weak anyway. But I told you not to harm anyone, or we'd have a problem."

"I have selective hearing," you smirked, leaning against a brick wall.

"Selective hearing, huh? Of course, you do," he hummed.

Before you could blink, he was pressed into you, arm against your throat.

"I should kill you."

"Will you?"

"Hmm," his gaze bore through you, "It'd be a shame...I like you."

"I am quite the charmer," you don't break his stare even as his thumb brushes against your cheek, red staining it when it leaves you.

"Red suits you," he muttered, looking down at the blood.

"It suits anyone."

"But I like it on you, I'm not talking about everyone else," he drags his thumb over your lips. Teasing it between them.

You tease back by accepting it inside when he meets your gaze again.

He sucks in a breath, "Damn, you're beautiful."

"I know," you kiss the pad of his finger.

"And a tease."

"So are you."

"And you need to be put in check. I can't have you killing whenever you feel like it," he glares.

"Even the strongest of your human warriors failed to do so. You're no different. All bark, no bite."

His grin is wide and dark, "I'm always happy to bite if you want me to, princess."

He was willing to prove it.

Your back was slammed against the wall, your legs tightening around his waist.

All hints of his normal nonchalance were gone and so were his shades, he couldn't let them get in the way.

As he sucked on your breast, leaving hickeys behind, he made sure to stare into your soul.

He wanted to make a point.

Especially after a statement you made.

"I don't have very high expectations for you. I've lain with many mortals and demons alike. And I've forgotten all of them, no one can sate my hunger enough to be remembered."

He lifted you higher, he gripped your thighs as he kissed down your stomach.

You thought he was a little weakling, but he lifted you with ease...

...looks can be deceiving.

You bit your lip as his breath hit your inner thigh, "Hm...do you deserve my mouth there? You've been very disobedient. Disobedience shouldn't be rewarded..."

Your breath hitched as he nipped the plush of your thigh.

"Sensitive. Have you been neglected here? No wonder your hunger hasn't been sated. They're basic."

You groan in frustration as he goes everywhere but where you want.

"You asshole."

"I'm well aware, you've called me that a few times already."

"You think you're so great just--Oh my--!"

"Ironic coming from a demon," he giggles lowly, before getting back to work.

You grip his hair tight, and you briefly think about it being painful, but he doesn't say anything to indicate it is.

All he does is groan, syllables drawn out, "Mmm...a delicacy."

You try to keep quiet, eyes squeezed shut, your pride not allowing you to give him what he wants.

But then his hit tongue hits the right spot just as he adds a couple fingers.

Your legs squeeze him closer as you moan, louder than you'd like.

You can feel him chuckle and you know his ego is boosted a little.

"D-don't get too big-headed, there's plenty of people that've made me-" he cuts you off again after sucking hard.

Your back arches against brick and you look down at him to find him already looking up at you.

He looks like...he's starved.

You look away, you've never done such a thing.

And just when you're about to reach your peak of pleasure, he pulls away.

It both relieves and infuriates you.

You didn't want to admit that this human could make you do something few have done.

But on the other hand, this asshole. How dare he deprive you?

A hand leaves your thigh as he reaches for his pants with it.

"Impatient are we?" you mock, in between breaths.

"If it tastes that good, I wanna know how it feels..." he muttered.

You watch openly as he reveals himself for you to see.

"Ego now makes sense."

"Hm."

And soon he's rubbing between your folds, watching intently.

"Are you just going to sit and watch all day?"

"You don't deserve it, so don't expect me to go easy on you."

"I can handle you just fine. Just put it in already-"

And he does, in a single motion he's as deep as he can get.

With a whimper, your nails dig into his back through his shirt.

He groans into your collarbone before sliding out just to slam back in.

"W-wait, Goj-ah!" you gasp out a strangled moan.

He slams into you again, and again, slowly.

He grins into your neck, "I've been waiting for someone like you. I can go all out and not hold back for once. Should I stop holding back on you? I did say I wouldn't..."

And you stiffened at the words, "That was holding back?"

"Wanna tap out now before it's too late, pretty girl?"

"Fuck you."

"Already doing that, but fine."

And once he sets his merciless pace, sounds won't stop slipping past your lips. None of which you're proud of.

"Shut up, you pathetic demon, whimpering like a dog on my mortal cock that you don't deserve," he growled into your ear, gripping your neck tight.

Your eyes roll back, drool escaping past your gaping mouth.

And quickly you have a shaking climax, before it can end, he's still going. It's not long before you can feel your body on the edge of approaching another.

"Look at you. Chanting my name like you worship me. Drunk on how good of a fuck it is. Weren't you talking shit not too long ago? Now you're acting like my desperate little whore."

Usually, when people talked to you like that, you'd disintegrate them...but at that moment, you forgot how to speak, only able to say the same words.

"Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...ohhh. Please, oh, please!"

He gripped your chin, roughly tugging it down, he met your eyes, "You're never gonna be able to stop thinking about me. You're gonna try, but then you'll give up, and have your hand between your legs until you accept that your destiny is to be my little toy...and come crawling back to me."

"I-I-I'm..."

"Do it."

You collapse on top of him when you do, clenching around him so much he moans with you.

He eases you back from your high, kissing your neck.

"Since you were a good little toy, you can help me finish. Not that you're worthy of it."

And the second he puts you down you're on your knees taking him.

He groans, looking down at you as he pets your head, "So eager... Did I tame you that quickly?"

Gojo knew he'd win this challenge. All that annoyance he'd pent up from you playing hard to get he put into you.

But unlike he thought, that burning desire for you didn't go away even as you went down on him.

Even when he reached his own high.

Perhaps you'd have to be his toy for a while...

#jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #jjk #jjk requests #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #jjk x reader #anime #smut #anime smut

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Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

#round 3 #poll #kairi kingdom hearts #kh kairi #kairi #kingdom hearts #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part fifty-one: "The Devil's Wrath"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daredevil finally makes his appearance at the warehouse Backman’s men have been holding you at.

The Devil unleashes hell on your captors--but they aren't the only ones the Devil is angry with…

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.6k

a/n: This installment is a part of the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments, not until you reach "The Aftermath" (Part 58) will there be comfort. This installment contains violence. You can find the entire list of installments for this series here.

“Fuck!” one of the men exclaimed.

You jumped in the metal chair when he slammed his fist into the crumbling brick wall, wincing at the harsh noise that broke the temporary silence in the dimly lit warehouse. Your split lip tugged painfully open at the gesture, another slow trickle of blood running down your chin. Arms hugging your chest tighter, your gaze further dropped down to the floor beside the metal table. There were a few stains of your blood coloring the cracked cement red.

“Are you sure you got the right journalist, McCormack?" he continued. "This is taking too goddamn long!”

“Relax, Vic,” the one with the scar that you had learned was named McCormack answered. “She’s the bitch who outed Figureroa with the little shit. I’m positive she fuckin’ alerted him with her little bathroom break before we left.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him shoot you a look and you cringed, shocked that they’d known exactly what you’d been doing in the bathroom. Though that explained why they'd mostly left you alone after initially shoving a gun in your face and hitting you a few times while demanding answers about Daredevil. You were lucky you hadn’t taken your phone with you–you’d have hand delivered them an unsuspecting Matt if you had.

“He’ll come,” McCormack continued. “And if he doesn’t, then we can continue to question her by whatever means necessary.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you continued to stare down at your feet, ignoring the way his eyes on you made your skin crawl. Your nails dug into your arms beneath your blouse, fighting down the slight tremor in your body. You didn’t want to know what they would do to you when it came to ‘whatever means necessary' after what they had already done.

Not Scar Face took a step towards you and you flinched back in the metal chair instinctively, your lip once again stinging as the split pulled. From however long you’d been trapped in this abandoned warehouse–a few hours judging by the fact the sun had set–you’d come to learn he seemed the least stable and level-headed of the group. He definitely terrified you.

“After, we can leave her with a bullet in her head,” he said, eyes boring into you. “As a message for him. If he don’t come for her, maybe he’ll come for the other one at the office. We can try ‘em all until we find the right reporter.”

You swallowed back the bile threatening to spill out of you at the thought of these men going after Katy next. You hoped that if Matt didn’t manage to save you, he’d at least manage to save your co-workers from these crazy assholes. And from what you had gathered quietly listening into their conversations and arguments, it was just the four of them. They appeared to work for Backman, though you had no idea under what capacity, even if you certainly could guess at what it was they did. It also appeared they were working off of Backman’s radar when they kidnapped you. One of them–you assumed McCormack because he seemed the most level-headed and intelligent of them all–had clearly made the connection between you and Daredevil. And with Matt’s increased harassment in whatever illegal things Wayland was doing, he’d managed to seriously piss off Heinrich Backman. So much so that the man wanted Daredevil dead.

And these four assholes were hoping to use you as bait to lure Matt out and kill him. They wanted to surprise Backman with Daredevil’s head and his suit, hoping to win his favor for taking out the vigilante who had quickly become a thorn in his side over the past couple of weeks.

It seemed straightforward enough in theory; if you could find a way to take out these four men, manage to incapacitate them somehow–or, God forbid, kill all of them–Backman would be none the wiser. He had not been made aware of you specifically as far as you could tell, though that didn’t mean he couldn’t figure out the same link himself, especially if you kept digging into Wayland. Assuming, of course, that you made it out of here alive, you would have to heed Matt’s warnings and step back from your investigation into Wayland entirely.

But the making it out of this rundown warehouse alive part had you pretty skeptical. You weren’t sure how much longer this McCormack was willing to keep these men from performing whatever form of torture Not Scar Face seemed itching to do already. And you’d felt you’d already mentally exhausted whatever options that were available to you for getting out of here.

You’d tried the air-headed reporter act, and were still keeping it up in the minimal times you did speak, but none of them either seemed to buy it or give a shit. They thought you had information on Daredevil, even if all you could tell them was the color of his suit. Honestly, you didn’t think they had any qualms with killing you. So, shortly after you’d been forced to remain in the uncomfortable metal chair, their interrogation of you briefly halted, you’d shut your mouth and focused on observing. It also appeared to piss them off significantly less if you didn't say anything at all.

You had been contemplating getting ahold of one of their guns, even if you weren’t entirely sure you could stomach killing someone, let alone four people. But you also weren’t that confident with a gun, and you knew any hesitation would result in yourself definitely getting shot. McCormack, you’d come to learn, was not the only armed man here. And even with a gun, you’d probably need to find a way to take them down one at a time because you certainly wouldn’t be able to shoot them all before one of them shot you. In your time stuck here though, you’d noticed at least two of the men always remained with their eyes on you; you’d never been left to just one man or entirely alone.

And of course you’d contemplated all of the usual things that one would consider if they were trapped in this situation: screaming for help, trying to run, attempting to overpower your captors, or begging for your life. With how loud they were often arguing with each other, you figured no one would hear you scream and you’d just end up getting shot. You’d never be able to run faster than they could shoot you, either, which was probably why they hadn’t bothered to tie you up. There was also no way in hell you could overpower even just one armed man, especially since you didn’t even know how to fight. And lastly, they’d probably get a laugh out of watching you beg for your life, and at the very least, you weren’t going to give them that.

No, you were currently left with three options: wait for Matt to come save you, hope police were able to find you, or keep your eyes open for a chance of any sort to escape before they started focusing on really hurting you.

Which meant you’d been stuck sitting in this metal chair silently panicking for who the hell knew how long. You were sure by now that Matt had gotten your message and he was probably out lurking on rooftops trying desperately to find you. You wanted to help, but there wasn’t much you could do. Even attempting to whisper out to him would draw attention to you, and attention wasn’t something you wanted right now.

“I can’t fucking stand around anymore,” Vic snapped, pushing off of the wall. “I’m going to sweep the perimeter again, see if there’s anything happening outside.”

“Don’t take too long,” McCormack called after him.

Out of your peripheral, you watched Vic make his way out of the nearby exit. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse.

“Might need to make a food run if we’re goin’ to be sitting on our asses any longer,” one of the men said. “Fuckin’ starving over here. This asshole is taking his sweet goddamn time.”

“He probably won’t care if we kill the bitch, McCormack,” Not Scar Face growled.

There was a noise a few feet away, a glint of light catching your eye. Not Scar Face was brandishing a hunting knife in his right hand, a hungry look on his face as he eyed you. You cowered further into the metal chair, the side of your jaw still aching from when he'd hit you a few times.

“What’s a couple of fingers?” he asked. “Just let me take a few and see if she has more to say.”

Instantly your heart jumped in your chest, nails biting further into your arms under your blouse. Swallowing hard, your eyes shifted to McCormack nearby. He looked bored and disinterested, especially considering Not Scar Face had a knife out.

“Why don’t we give it another fifteen minutes?” McCormack replied. “If he doesn’t show, then maybe you can take a finger or two. If you go too far and we kill her too soon, we don’t have bait or leverage for the little shit. And I know you like to take it too far.”

Fear shot through your veins like ice, your arms squeezing tighter around your chest. So that was why they hadn’t roughed you up too much yet–they were planning to kill you but they needed you alive to lure out Daredevil. But they were going to kill you.

Panic flooded you; you weren’t going to get out of here alive. You were going to die here if Matt didn't show soon. Probably slow and painful if Not Scar Face had a say in anything.

Silence fell over the four of you as you fought hard to keep your trembling to a minimum. Not Scar Face still had his knife out, twirling it in his hands. You were intentionally not looking at him, but you could feel him staring at you. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, a sick feeling growing in your gut everytime the light glinted off that twirling knife in your peripheral.

“The fuck is takin’ Vic so long?” one of the other men called out. “He’s been outside for almost five minutes now.”

McCormack let out an annoyed huff, shifting on his feet nearby. “Go check it out, Antonov," he ordered. "He’s probably just taking a piss."

The man known as Antonov grumbled, making his way towards the exit. He took three steps before the lights went out, sending the entire warehouse into almost pitch black. Your heart sped up hopefully in your chest in the darkness–that had to be Matt.

"What the fuck is this shit?" Not Scar Face roared.

"Don't fucking shoot!" McCormack called out. "I'm not taking a bullet from one of you dumbasses! Not until we know where this fucker is!"

Your eyes darted around the blackness, searching hopefully for the infamous horned helmet. You couldn't see much of anything through the dark except the table just before you, though, but you knew Matt was here.

"Stop hiding, asshole!" Not Scar Face shouted into the darkened warehouse.

A gloved hand abruptly covered your mouth and you briefly startled in the chair at the touch. Immediately you heard Matt's voice beside your ear, a flood of relief washing over you.

"Get under the table and stay there," he ordered in a harsh whisper.

You nodded quickly against his hold, your heart still racing in a mix of fear and hope. He removed his gloved hand and you immediately slipped under the table, shrinking yourself as much as you could.

"You should never have touched the reporter," Daredevil’s gravelly and enraged voice echoed through the warehouse. “And I will certainly make sure each of you regret it.”

A loud gunshot went off, a flash of light briefly lighting the warehouse. You curled further in on yourself, hoping you could manage to stay out of the way of stray bullets in the dark.

"Stop hiding and–argh!"

It sounded like Antonov who had been cut off by something very solidly slamming into him–Matt's billy clubs, you assumed. Enraged snarls filled the air and mixed with the sounds of Antonov’s pained screams and the repeated, solid thwack of something pummeling flesh and bone. You closed your eyes even though you couldn't see anything in the dark and tried to control your breathing. Another gunshot went off and you flinched at the loud bang as the noise vibrated through your skull.

The warehouse went oddly quiet abruptly after, Antonov no longer screaming or groaning in pain. The silence sent a chill down your spine. Matt must have already beaten Antonov senseless and was zeroing in on who was next.

"Backman wants you dead, devil," McCormack called out through the dark. "And I’m sure it won't take a genius for someone else to figure out your connection to this reporter again."

"Must be fuckin' that bitch, huh?" Not Scar Face’s voice rang out next, clearly taunting Matt. "She mean that much to you, devil man? Cause I'll admit, she don't seem like much, but I know she screams real nice and pretty!"

A cruel laugh reverberated around the warehouse, the sound raising the hair on the back of your neck. The laugh was cut short as a vicious growl rumbled through the dark and in seconds the laughter turned to loud shrieks. Your eyes tightened closed even further at the noise. You cringed at the screams echoing through the warehouse, knowing Matt was savagely beating the hell out of each one of these men–probably quite close to the brink of death from how it sounded to your ears. Though you found it difficult to drum up any sympathy for your captors and would-be killers.

"Your jaw is going to be wired shut when I'm through with you!" Daredevil’s deep voice roared above Not Scar Face’s screams.

Louder shrieks filled the room, a few gunshots breaking through the screams of sheer pain and the sound of the Devil’s fury. The screaming felt like it went on for minutes before the warehouse once again fell eerily silent.

Very slowly you opened your eyes, but everything around you was still black. You still couldn’t see anything. Exhaling a shuddering breath, you carefully sat upright just a bit beneath the table, listening closely for the sound of Matt. You couldn’t hear anything though. They had to still be in here though, there was no way McCormack had left without you hearing him, right?

A hand grabbed your shoulder and roughly yanked you out from under the table, a startled and terrified scream flying out of your mouth. You struggled against McCormack’s hold, one of your legs swinging out and hitting the leg of the table, the screech of metal across the cement floor ringing out loudly. Seconds later, his hand was gripping you by the throat, dragging you to your feet before the cold barrel of a gun was at your temple. The feel of it instantly cut off your scream.

“I’ve got your girl, devil,” McCormack shouted into the black. “Got a gun to her head. Maybe if you come out and surrender yourself, I won’t put a hole in it.”

Your entire body was trembling, shaking from the fear as the gun pressed harder into your temple. Matt didn’t respond to McCormack’s taunt, though, which elicited an irritated noise from the man behind you.

“I swear I’ll kill her, you son of a bitch!” McCormack spat. “And if it ain’t me, it’ll be another of Backman’s men–or maybe the man himself when he realizes that she means something to you! And he’ll send her back to you in pieces , motherfucker!”

A noise the likes of which you’d never heard before sounded just behind you, one that sent your heart racing and chilled the blood in your veins. It was animalistic, feral, and dangerous–and it came from Matt as he roughly ripped McCormack’s arm away from your head, a bullet deafeningly flying out of the gun near your ear and thankfully aiming upwards towards the roof of the warehouse. Instinctively you ducked out of the way, racing towards the exit sign which was the only thing illuminated in the warehouse. McCormack’s agonized screams only came into your hearing when the ringing in your ears slowly began to dull. You shoved your hands into the door and pushed your way out of the building, your shoulders heaving as your breath came in hard, sharp pants.

Just outside the door you spotted Vic’s bloodied and battered body immobile, his face a disturbing mess–but you assumed Matt had still left him alive. Because he didn’t kill, and you had to believe he still hadn’t tonight. Though these men would most definitely be incapacitated for a long, long time.

Turning and fighting back yet another wave of nausea, you quickly made your way away from the body on the ground behind you and towards the empty parking lot with both hands thrown over your mouth. You couldn't believe how close you had repeatedly just come to dying tonight and if it hadn't been for Matt, you were certain you would have.

Tears were streaming down your face as you doubled over, forcing yourself to take deep, calming breaths. It was only those four men who knew about you, you reminded yourself. And Matt had definitely dealt with them. They wouldn't be talking any time soon if they even somehow remembered tonight after what he had done to them. Which meant you should be safe for now as long as you stepped back from investigating Wayland and let Matt handle that part.

Running a hand across your forehead, you tried to will away the nauseous feeling still churning in your stomach. Your body was shaking a bit more violently from the increase in adrenaline during that fight now. Drawing in another deep breath, you held it for a few seconds before exhaling it long and slow. Movement out of the corner of your eye caused you to jump, shrieking in surprise for only a second before you realized it was Matt. His mouth was set in a firm line, his jaw clearly tensed. You were about to run towards him, wrap your arms around him and thank him profusely, but something about the rigid way he was carrying himself gave you pause. Something about him seemed off.

“You need to leave,” he told you firmly, a dark edge to his voice. “Police are on their way right now. I can hear the sirens. Go back to your apartment.”

Your brows furrowed together, your mind beginning to race. “Why? I can just tell the police what happened. Tell them you slipped out before they showed up.”

Matt shook his head roughly at you, his shoulders heaving lightly from his fight. “No, you can’t be here,” he snapped.

“That doesn’t–”

“ Go home !” Matt snarled forcefully, completely cutting you off.

Jumping backwards at his tone, your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t been expecting him to yell at you. He’d never done that before.

“If the police find you here,” Matt began in an irritated growl, “you’re connected to this. Backman will know. And he’s going to know that Daredevil was here, saving you yet again. So you can’t be here, do you hear me?”

Mouth going dry, you nodded quickly in response.

“Go to your apartment,” he ordered, that edge still in his voice. “Make up some excuse for the police about there being a mix up with what Katy called in. Then let your friend know you’re okay so she doesn’t keep harassing the police station.” He stepped towards you, his Daredevil suited form almost intimidating as he continued through gritted teeth, “You cannot be connected to this. Do you understand?”

Licking your lips nervously, your arms once again hugged themselves around your chest. “I left my phone at the office,” you said lamely. “I have no way to call…”

Matt’s head darted sharply to the side, the muscles jumping in his cheeks. A sharp, frustrated exhale burst from his nose as his hands balled into fists at his sides. He looked ready to hit something. You swallowed hard, your pulse beginning to race again. Why was he so angry at you?

“Fine,” he ground out, gaze still averted. “I will talk to Mahoney at the precinct and clear this mess up. And then I’ll be making a stop by Katy’s, let her know you’re safe and to change her story.” Matt’s head snapped back towards you, the red lenses in his helmet oddly darker tonight. “Go home and stay there. Now ,” he growled dangerously.

You nodded weakly in response. “Okay,” you whispered.

With an irritated grunt, Matt turned and stalked away from you, his body still tense and his hands still curled into fists. Your heart dropped to your feet as you watched him disappear. He hadn't offered a word of comfort. Not a single comforting touch. You'd expected him to be upset but…he seemed furious with you.

You exhaled a shuddering breath before hurrying out of the parking lot and towards the vacant side street nearby. You tried to navigate your way through a few alleys and more side streets, attempting to orient yourself as to where in Hell’s Kitchen you were in correlation to your apartment. But as you walked, adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in your gut as your mind began to question Matt’s anger at you.

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the-wanderer-2022 · 1 year

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Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 7 - Dark Namor x Reader

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Her head whips back like a lightning bolt. It as if icy water has been poured down her back, the feeling of hands and fingers and breathing and the mist coming from her mouth in the cool air is all so much.

(Y/N)’s heart softens a little when she sees her brother at her side. They are sitting in the dimly lit fog of a cavern. She scans the room, struggling to see anything for a while, until him. And how she could have missed him is a wonder. He is within arm’s reach of her.

Seeing him up close is no easy feat to endure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure, but when she sees his face, it feels like looking at a ghost. Is it passion or insanity she gleams in his eyes as his calloused hands roll down her cheek, his breath heavy.

“My beautiful, beautiful (Y/N).”

“I . . .” The voice that has always been hers now seems strange to hear. “I am not yours.”

Not trusting herself to say more, she goes silent but the King appears undeterred.

“I have waited so long for this moment. Eric. Leave.”

“She’s uncomfortable . . .”

“Without reason I assure you. Do not be excessively troubled for her, it could be very hazardous to your health.”

It is clear Erik is torn but at her nod, he squeezes her hand and leaves.

“You dare threaten my brother?”

“I threaten everyone my queen,” he smiles with all the warmth of a boa constrictor. She flinches when he takes a seat next to her, wrapping her in his arms. Her attempts to struggle appear almost unnoticed by him.

“Fear is the most effective tool my love,” he whispers, leaning closer and inhaling her hair with long deep gasps. “You will see that in time.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“I said let go . . .”

“I’ve waited an eternity to hold my mate in my arms. You don’t know what that does to a man (Y/N). How many days and nights, drawing you, dreaming of you, the scent of your hair, the richness of your perfume. The last time you were here . . .”

“The last time . . .”

He touches a finger to her lips. “Forgive me. I spoke too impulsively.” He paused, her face in his grip, not letting her turn away. “We do not want to anger the gods.”

She laughs but there is no mirth to it. “My heart aches for you my King. Not at the top of the food chain after all.”

Her expectations are disappointed as he chuckles in return, ignoring the insult. “Call me ‘my King’ again. It reminds me of . . .” His gaze flickers to her lips. “Old times. You know I really do love you (Y/N). It started as a tiny spark but now, sometimes I swear I feel it burning my insides up . . .”

“That doesn’t sound healthy.”

“Oh I know it’s not!” he roars, his eyes twinkling with laughter. “I know it’s not. But you haven’t seen me before you.” His eyes glisten, empty husks. “You don’t know how bad I can get. I’m damned without you but if you remain, then perhaps . . .”

“You’re insane.”

“Love drives men to insanity.”

“Clearly you’ve never met my ex . . .”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she knows she has made a mistake.

“Yes . . . your dear Erik has been educating me about your surface world.” He twirls a strand of her hair around his fingers before drawing her face to his with a snarl. “I doubt I will ever have the chance to meet these so-called exes of yours. What with them being deceased and all, it might make setting up a meeting difficult.”

“Fucking let go of me!” (Y/N) snaps and the effort it takes to kick herself free from him almost sends her flying down the stairs. “You’re crazy! You’re insane! And I don’t know what the fuck you want with me but I’m having no part in it! I’m gone! I’m out! Gone! Now give me my brother and take me home!”

“To your father?”

“Yes to my . . .” The satisfying smirk he has on his face makes her want to grab a stalactite and impale him with it. “What?!”

“I warned you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I warned you that love makes people insane.”

“You son of a . . .” He grabs her arm in mid air as she tries to strike him, bawling so hard it’s a wonder she is able to see straight. “I hate you! I fucking hate you! I wish I’d never met you! My body, my brother, my father! What else are you going to fucking take from me?!”

“Come now my beloved,” he murmurs, kissing her clenched knuckles. “You are going to hurt my feelings. You wanted to go back to your father. Now he is no more and hence there is nothing for you to go back to. You’re where you always should have been. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

With every word his face becomes more distorted, his eyes ever shadowy, he looks like a demon sent from the pits of hell and she is just crying and crying and crying and his eyes are as devoid of emotion as could be.

“My little feather serpent goddess.”

#namor headcanon #namor x reader #wakanda forever #yandere namor #black panther 2 #dark namor #shuri #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #namor imagine #feather serpent goddess #feather serpent goddess chapter 7

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Sorry to be a coward and not post this on the post myself, but every time I respond to menalez her cronies start spamming my inbox calling me all sorts of pornographic things and making jokes about my sexual assault.

What's her beef with you saying "All women are discriminated against on the basis of sex and sexuality"? It's correct. In many parts of the world the leading cause of familial femicide is the suspicion, real or unreal, of a woman having heterosexual sex. In many places it's pregnancy or at least happens to pregnant women. Radfems of all orientations point this out all the time. These are most often the direct result of sex (misogyny) but obviously the sexuality of the women is not irrelevant. Men hate women's sexual behavior. There is a reason whore, slut, bitch, and other terms that degrade women on the basis of sexuality are the most common misogynistic insults. Domestic violence is another example.

"All women suffer discrimination (material disadvantage + abuse), even if they are OSA" does not mean that lesbians don't suffer their own specialized form of discrimination, scrutinty, and some intensified forms of misogyny. This does not diminish the horrible things lesbian have to go through, and that society has no place for them. This does not means hetero women are do not have the privilege of avoiding lesbophobia. Of course hetero women can avoid lesbophobia. But that does not mean they are "net" privileged with no necessary caveats.

And if their stance is that het and bi women gain material advantage by not partnering with men or being around men (which agree with), how is it offensive to say that het and bi women suffer material disadvantage for partnering with men or being around men? It's literally alluding to the same thing! Am I crazy? If just saying this gets them so bad, I don't think they know if they agree with themselves then. It seems to change depending on how and when they want to dismiss all problems bi women face, or at the very least they only want it put in very specific language rather than being viewed from all angles.

I'm sorry to hear that her friends have treated you so poorly; it's not, and it never will be, appropriate or feminist to call people by pornographic terms or to mock their sexual assault. You're welcome to DM/anon message me and vent if you ever need support <3

I agree with your assessment, and I see how heterosexual women are targeted for their sex and their sexuality in my volunteer work all the time.

First example -

An abusive husband sexually abuses his heterosexual wife (sex discrimination). As part of the abuse, he forces her to have sex with other women (sexuality discrimination), records it (sex + sexuality discrimination), and threatens to send the footage to friends and family if she ever leaves him (sex + sexuality discrimination). He knows that her friends and family will ostracise her if he spreads the footage (sex + sexuality discrimination).

Second example -

A heterosexual young woman lives in a conservative society and rejects a young man's romantic advances. In retaliation, he lies and tells people that they had sex (sex discrimination) and she is shunned in her community for being 'impure' as a consequence (sexuality discrimination). There is nothing she can do to fix her reputation or protect herself from further abuse.

Final example -

A heterosexual woman is sex trafficked to another country and forced to work in an illegal brothel (sex discrimination - but I think you could argue sexuality discrimination too). She wants to leave, but she's worried that she'll be returned to her country of origin and that people will shun her (sexuality discrimination).

I could go on for days... these lived experiences aren't just a form of sex discrimination, they're a form of sex discrimination specifically reliant on abuses of a woman's sexuality.

But I have no idea what her problem is; I know that it's easy to conflate sex discrimination with sexuality discrimination, but she seems determined to take things a step further and claim that I think lesbians oppress heterosexual women or something. It's not just a misunderstanding, it's a bad faith, dishonest way of reading my comment (and it's a perfect example of why I think the axis of oppression is brain rotting).

#you're not crazy; this is just really stupid and dishonest discourse #i think menalez should reread the dictionary definitions of 'sexuality' and 'sexual orientation'#anon

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