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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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can i request another part or version of the male carrie white x reader?

Male! Carrie White Dominant Addams! Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Imagine young Johnny Depp with dirty blonde hair for the male Carrie (Or someone else if you would like.)

DARK! Carrie White, He truly embraces his slasher side after meeting you.

So, I had this idea about, like the reader is a part of the Addams family, Carey takes an interest and so do you.

PS: I'm using 'Carey' for the male version of the name 'Carrie'

Your dull eyes troll across the horror fiction, upon the glorious rows, You were quite new to this school and the only thing that put a sadistic smile on your face was the horror books, and seeing other teens tripping or falling on their faces, but that was quite it.

After picking out a few horror books that seemed to be devilishly perfect, you went to find a seat in the empty library. Eyes quickly darted towards the male who was reading one of your favorite horror books. Which was titled, "Screams upon the grave,"

"Fantastique," You lulled out silently in french, which suddenly sent shivers down Carey's spine, as it added an unspeakable feeling, that he enjoyed thoroughly.

French-Fantastique = English- Fantastic

Carey's eyes made their way to you, looking at your black attire which was neatly put together.

(For reference)

Carey gulped on his saliva as he spoke up, "Y-Yes?" Carey tried to pry his eyes away from the book but he was too embarrassed, and his lack of communication skills didn't help either.

"Your book...It's horrific." You gave a smirk, Carey noticed that you didn't seem to be insulting the book but rather...gushing over it in a strange way?

Carey was rather baffled, at your strangeness...After all who would willingly talk to him? He was the sole survivor of Bates High since he went berserk with his powers. Now no one at the new school wanted to talk or speak to him unless it was calling him a freak, oh how they wouldn't do that if they truly knew what he was capable of.

Taking a seat next to Carey he stared at you, "What is your favorite death in the book so far?" You asked not keeping your eyes off him.

"M-My...favorite....death?" Carey slowly asked, wondering if he heard right, "Oui." You spoke french, which meant 'yes'. Carey got a shiver once more.

French-Oui = English-yes

"I-...Really like the one where....Uhm- The group of classmates were tormented and...tortured by the evil spirit..." Carey slowly spoke, finally his eyes resting on your bleak ones.

"Hm...That was a rather graphic one, wasn't it? My favorite was the one, who had telekinetic powers...He had a charming personality, thought ---and-did many ways of killing people." Carey listened closely as you spoke, somehow feeling a bit jealous as you continued to describe how this other fictional telekinetic person was.

"Its...It's not as good as when I massacred the entire Bates high, with my telekinetic abilities!-" Carey blurted out unable to contain himself. Wanting to feel your praise and gush over him.

A large smile placed itself on your face as you looked at him, "Prove it.." You slowly spoke, as Carey wasted no time pointing at a random girl and saying, "Watch.."

Your eyes trail over to the girl, watching as her hair suddenly began to levitate, and she began gnawing at her throat. Suddenly her skin began to rip and tear, as her head and some of her neck, was ripped off her body, floating in the air her spinal cord still attached as blood spewed everywhere.

"Wow, Your quite deadly aren't you?" You turned back to Carey to see him looking at you, "I'm impressed..."

Both you and Carey gave each other a big smile.

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writttinggggggggggg · 2 years

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Look im still lowkey pissed Daemon hasn’t spoken to his own daughters all season. BUTTTTT

I think the finale episode was great! So many callbacks to the first two episodes. And I think they did a great job of finishing off the character “arcs” that were annoying me in the last two episodes.

While the choking scene felt, incredibly random and poorly written (dv shouldn’t be dramatised like this), I do think the writers presented an interested parallel to Daemon and Rhaenyra this episode compared to when we last saw them. In eight, they were incredibly loved up, small glances and touches. Where as this episode from the get go there was friction and tension between them around the war table. It was interested to see them navigate in. It also finally made use of Daemon’s character development, showing us all the skills and knowledge he gained as a fighter in the Step-stones for yeaaars. It was unexpected to see him jump into action, and be so organised and methodical . Usually he’s impulsive and chaotic.

When Rhaenyra presumes Daemon is privy to “Aegon’s prophecy” , and she goes to confide with him (like in eight) in soft tones, he’s completely in the dark, and embarrassed, and he’s a doer not a dreamer (unlike Viserys was) so he lashes out. I don’t think the choking was the correct reaction at all, I think yelling at her would have sufficed but alas. Once again, they were not on the same page. I really would like them to be an epic power couple next season, but it would also be interesting to see them both pursuing the same goal with different means.

It was very reasonable to see Rhaenyra not jump blindly into bloodshed, her measured plan to be sure if her allies made a lot of sense. The realm has been at peace for too long. I liked how this impressed Rhaenys too. It also sets up a much more vengeful Nyra for next season, which is soo exciting. I presume they’ll use the epic lines from the book next season.

Rhaenys finally picked a side this episode, which absolves her of her annoying and naive neutral stance last episode. It was absurd in ep nine that she decided “this isn’t my war”, when her granddaughters (and grandsons) are directly in the firing line. Yay! The sea snake isn’t dead.

I really liked the callback to Viserys saying “it’s a lie we do not control the dragons, they are a power man should never have trifled with.” This plays out tragically and beautifully with Lucerys and Aemond both not being in control of their dragons during that scene. This was very well done.

The ripped page thing was so eh? I remember thinking when Rhaenyra ripped it out in that episode, that it was random af, and seeing it pop up here is lame because I only vaguely remember what Alicent was quizzing Nyra on. Wasn’t it a Queen who fled with ships or gained a ship army? Idk. It’s too obscure to in-textually play here. (Tbh at the time I thought it was just a HBO plug for their spin off lol).

It does seem like a missed opportunity to not call back to Rhaenyra wanting to name her baby “sister” Visenya in episode 1 by not naming her stillborn baby this onscreen.

(Ps why was Jace so OOC and mean to Luke? Like that was the last thing he said to his brother. Ouch).

Also, once again the show creators are incapable of showing Daemon offering major comfort? He walks into the room and sees his wife cradling their stillborn baby, and they cut scene? It’s a miracle they had him tenderly pull her side, hold her hand, then give her space when he told her about Luke.

#hotd #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #mine #finale #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #episode10

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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This fic was GORGEOUS!!! I had to go to a family dinner and I was trying so hard not to laugh the entire time😂😂

Is it a little pathetic? Maybe.

Does Alec give a fuck? Absolutely not.

I love how Alec's mood here is either: fuck this, fuck me, fuck. With some variations of course. And also the irony of him not giving a fuck

Malec single parent au is something I never knew I needed but my life got better because of it😌

I would have let David stay in my house the first time I ate something he cooked (or kidnapped him). Rip to Alec but I'm different

The miscommunication had me DYING inside 😂😂. HE THOUGHT RAFAEL WAS HIS BOYFRIEND OMFG-

Also him thinking he was a student when he is older than Alec. I can't 😂

Magnus literally flirting with Alec and him thinking he is just being nice will never not be funny

But also the relationship between Alec and Max🥺🥺 and Rafe and Magnus 🥺🥺. I'm always in for them talking and solving things 🥺

Jace>>>

Look, I would love to make fun of Alec for this, but honestly I am in no position to judge his poor flirting and catching hints skill because, same.

David and Max trying to set malec up. I AM LIVING 😍😍

Fuck Albert. I'm never tired if repeating that jdhdidn

“Do you get butterflies when he smiles at you?”

“Stop it”

“Max is in looooove,” Alec sings.

They are idiots 😂😂

I'm about to pass out that hug was beautiful and I'm not sobbing:)

Max being all protective of Alec when he met Rafael😭😭

Ngl, people talking, figuring shit out and finding everything was a misunderstanding is hot🥵

That image of all of them sleeping on the couch together and cuddling and Rafael's head on Max shoulder HAS ME ON MY KNEES OK?!?! THEY STE SUCH DORKS!

PS - This fic is a like crack version of that Magnus/Rafael rumor from TLND/LBAF. Apologies for the trauma, babes. Hope this helps. Yeah, I still have flashbacks Dani!! 😔

Song rec I was listening to while reading this bc it fist so hard: Wish you did- Jonah Kagen

I was laughing the entire time I was writing too (nice not to cry for a change, right? lol)

I'm glad you enjoyed the fluff and hope you had a good weekend!

Thank you for the song rec 💙 Also a perfect song for this fic: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

#single dads au

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izzy-ikigai · 10 months

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So apparently, all it takes to get a really good income(I'm talking >10k EUR/month before taxes) without actually working on it is to write a piece of software people depend on for their livelyhood, then throw a fit when people complain that it doesn't work anymore and block anyone who criticises your work or your behaviour.

After that you say something along the lines of "Y'all are just too much for me, builds are only available on Patreon from now on for 10 bucks a month", taking your open source software hostage.

Then, after you got a thousand people lined up for that, you just ignore that they pay you for your work, don't upload anything new for months and go look at some ducks instead while other people are building your (copyleft) open source project for free.

That is pretty much what happened to the StreamFX project. The dev has not committed any code changes for *months* despite getting paid handsomely for the project. He pretty much held people's streams and recordings hostage by putting an open source project's result behind a paywall that costs as much as Adobe's photography subscription(PS, LR, access to fonts, ..., arguably a lot more bang for the buck).

I'm not mad he wanted to get paid for his work or was frustrated with the lack of contributions. I'm mad that when people told him he lacks social management skills(or soft skills in general) when he had a public developer meltdown on his discussion page, he instead of taking a moment to think about the situation and why noone wants to work with him(from what I've seen that anti-social, anti-community behaviour has been going on for a while), seemingly decided to pretty much just abuse that some users' technological literacy is not as high or their knowledge of open source copyleft licensing isn't as good.

But I don't wanna just say "hurr durr makes money without work"(which, honestly, we all should have that. UBI for everyone please) so here's a graph of commits from the past year. Notice how there are not changes past that peak in May:

Meanwhile, here's his Patreon. To my knowledge, that 4-digit sub count(given the tier's benefits likely mostly consistent of 10$ subs) has not noticably changed despite no (public) changes to the whole thing.

And while I'm aware that there is a possibility he basically just does not upload source code to Github anymore, that then begs the question: Given that the code is GPL-3 and thus cannot be truely closed unless he rips out *anything* contributed by external contributors(which would include translations) or gets their consent to change the license to something that won't benefit them... If he does put up binaries for newer versions on his Patreon, do users also get the source code as the license requires him to do?

Oh yeah, funny thing, when I said "look at ducks" at the beginning, I wasn't joking. I clicked on the YouTube link and this is what he put up since may:

Anyway, I'm gonna stay angry at people and corps that use "open" as a selling point and then when enough people depend on it pull a 180 and do everything in their power to milk that code cow till it's dry. (we've had a few bigger ones in the last month, those who work in/with FOSS probably know who/what I'm referring to)

#obs #streamfx #streaming #twitch #open source #FOSS

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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After having my heart ripped out by the broken spear one shot, I can't help but imagine how the reunion between Petroclus, Achilles and Y/N in the afterlife, like it would be so heart wrenching, I want to see it so bad.

Also my brain is trying to create a scenario where Y/N is already together with Hypnos at that point (somehow? Who needs the plot to make sense???), like how would they react to their son finding love when they weren't with him?

I apologize for my ramblings, I had to get this out of my sistem, I hope it was amusing to read at least 😊

*deep breath* okay okay okay. so the fact i wasn’t the only one wondering makes feel so better and the moment I read your ask, I have started writing a second part. Which I will try to have out soon, but I wanted to respond now since it might take a couple days for me.

Also never apologize for your ramblings, It was the highlight of my day.

Gonna post *my* rambling under the readmore. fyi it will spoil the whole fic so if you don’t want that, don’t look under the readmore.

(Ps. i have been hanging out with Dionysus for the last two hours so i will sound drunk and there will be mistakes, sorry. *hugs*)

okay so y/n is like dead and stuff, he is a shade and he somehow ends up in the house

laid eyes on hypnos and falls in love right away ( he is younger in this and so is a little less grown up then his canon self, and more… open then he would be)

Like he honestly thought he met a unknown god of beauty the first time he saw Hypnos

hades have heard already of his battle skills and offer him an job as an guard. And if he agrees, he get one request that Hades will fill for him as an pact.

y/n accepts and request both of his parents have a place in Elysium. and then Hades inform after he made the pact, he wouldn’t be allowed to see his parents. period.

even so, he tried to make the best of it, because at least his parents will have their rest.

when hypnos have inform him his parents had passed shortly after, he just nod but Hypnos saw the pain in his eyes. later alone his room, y/n weeps and blames himself.

a day later or so, he meet little kid Zagreus. who latched on to him and taken up to trying to spend all of his time with Y/N

y/n just tried to ignore him at first but zagreus is a hard headed little kid

eventually he will become Zagreus’ teacher/big brother and often tells stories of his parents

Because he was just a common shade to the gods, Hypnos was assigned to oversee his training with Zagreus.

this leads to them talking and slowly getting closer, at first just close friends who pretty much just pine over each other.

they learn about all the good and bad about each other but that only make them grow closer, maybe even sharing a night together before officially getting together sometime later.

eventually they will get together while Zagreus is a teenager.

When Zagreus get older and starting to get out of the house, he runs into Patroclus first, and let him know y/n is doing okay.

everytime Zagreus stopped by, he will update Patroclus on Y/N

once in a very soft and broken voice, he will ask Zagreus if he had found a man by the name of Achilles.

”No, I’m sorry sir. but you said his name is Achilles? I will find him for you. And for Sir Y/N.”

it only after his first escape, that he fintally find Achilles hidden away in some part of Tartarus ( he had given his spot in Elysuim) who wouldn’t even speak to Zagreus at first.

it only when he brings Y/N’s bracer, the one Achilles had given him, that Achilles finally starts talking to him.

it takes a while but Zagreus was able to reunited the family in Elysium.

It was very heart wenching at first, Patroclus and Y/N held on to each other as they both cried. Achilles stayed back, still not feeling worthy of even talking to his family

it only when Patoclus pulled him over ( the first time Patroclus had looked at him, let alone touch him in forever and that made Achilles sob) that he allowed himself to be close to his family.

they talk for a long time, tears and anger and love overspilling

when they calm down, he tell them of Hypnos. and how lovely he had been.

but they will be happy for him, and just glad he met someone even after death

they are heartbroken becasue they always something like that for their son, to know someone else would take care of him

And they are sad they didn't get to be there for him while he got to have that experience

and they tell him to bring the little god with him at some point so they can meet

after y/n have to return to the house, i think they will stand there in silence, unable to find the words they need to say to each other

achilles still haven’t forgiven himself (and let be real here, will probably never completely forgive himself for what he caused.)

Patroclus would be torn because he still love Achilles but the hurt from what happen during the war then just giving up the sacrifice Y/N made for them, would just hurt him

Slowly, over time. they will talk and cry and rage and find each other again

but Patroclus would make achiles, broken and quiet, follow him.

Achilles would unable to say no, and just hopes he might be able to get a smile from his beloved someday

Slowly they heal, and forgive each other and all are finally, finally at peace.

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liyazaki · 2 years

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1, 5, 8, 22, 35 (gif ask) ✨

first off, your icon? YES YES YES- I love it.

1. how did you get into graphics / gif making?

copy-pasting from a prev. ask: I was into photography in college & marketing/design has been a part of my job for years, but the reason I finally learned how to GIF: ITSAY + Fire on Fire by Sam Smith.

I was fresh off of watching ITSAY for the first time & it was a combo I needed to make happen in an edit (not realizing then that Fire on Fire had been used with basically every queer couple edit in existence, but whatever).

it's the reason I made my blog & was the first set I ever made (do NOT RB fam; I am begging). I remade it for my one year blogoversary in April. oh, the difference a year can make 🙃

5. what do you dislike most about making graphics / gifs?

copy-pasting again 😙: the sheer timesuck of it all. I'm legitimately grateful PS doesn't have a "total hours logged" feature because I do NOT. want to know. ever.

I'm also not a fan of people ripping/reposting my stuff on the cursed bird app (or worse, reposting it here), but now that I watermark mostly everything, it kinda just makes me giggle. it's just a bad look.

8. your favorite graphic and/or gif you created?

a recent bias: this kinnporsche, ep. 6: cassette playlist set.

22. what is your biggest improvement since you started making graphics and/or gifs?

everything 😂 I'm not saying I'm a PS pro (far from it), but the ITSAY examples above are a good representation of where I started vs. where I am today editing-wise.

my best advice to anyone wanting to learn how to GIF or use PS- or learn whatever big, ‘scary’ new skill: be patient with yourself. I got so frustrated in the beginning until I realized how much I learned through every success and failure. really, I think I retain more from the failures.

keep trying, keep having fun with it & you'll be amazed at what you can eventually do.

35. gif makers: what is your go to frame delay? (And why!)

I don't work with individual frames unless I'm making a multi-GIF-in-one set, like this KP one. in that case, I prefer a 0.05-0.06 frame delay, depending on how much motion there is in the scene.

99% of my sets are made in Timeline at 80-82% speed- not too fast, not too slow (for me). it usually delivers the true-to-life effect I like.

ask me gif questions

#mor answers #porschetheerapanyakul #gif making #ask game

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roanniee · 3 years

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Maelstrom

🐈Yaku Morisuke x Hinata!GN! Reader

Warnings: swearing, simping, the use of Daddy Iwa Past relationship talk?

Chapter 5

Masterlist

You just wanted to be a good sibling and friend. You just wanted to drop off some surprise food for Shouyou, Hoshiumi and Iwaizumi. Possibly the rest of the team as well, based on the rather large amount of food that you brought with you. But the elderly female guard in front of the training center really would not let you pass through just to drop the food off. You understand of course, why the guard was so wary. You were wearing a black mask and a baseball hat that covered your hair. You look suspicious, and you know it, but it didn't mean that you didn't feel frustrated.

"Please," You said with a sigh. "I just want to drop food for my friends."

"I'm sorry, dearie, but I am not allowed to let anyone in unless they are escorted in by one of the players, or the staff members." the guard said with a regretful smile. You sighed again and stepped to the side, pulling your phone out from your pocket. You sent them both a message, hoping that one of them sees it, when a voice behind you said a nickname that you had not heard in nearly ten years.

"Sunflower?"

You froze before looking behind you, eyes wide as you took in the hulking form of a person that you had not heard from since you graduated.

"Wakatoshi?"

Ushijima Wakatoshi never changed much in the nearly ten years that you have not seen him. He still had a large build and the ever so stoic face.

"It has been a while. How are you?" He asked, a small smile on his face that you couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Normal so far. What about you?"

"I have nothing to complain about aside from being late to training. What are you doing here?" He asked, raising a brow at you. While the action would've intimidated others, it warmed your heart instead. Ushijima was stoic, but around you, he showed more emotions than others would see in a week. The gesture of him raising his brow at you isn't a gesture made with intimidation, but rather, of curiosity.

Just like it had been all those years ago.

"I wanted to drop some food off for Shouyou, Hajime and Hoshiumi-kun. Could you give it to them for me?" You asked, eyeing the white and red jacket he was wearing. Neither Shouyou nor Iwaizumi had told you who the members of the National team were, but you should've known that Ushijima would be a member of it. The man had nothing but volleyball and personal success in his mind.

"Why don't you just come in? I'm sure they would be happy to see you." He suggested, making you blink. Before you could protest, Ushijima grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your wrist on another before gently dragging you inside, nodding at the guard who was watching your interaction with interest. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he continued to tug you along with him through the training centre's long hallways, before opening a door and shoved you inside gently.

You yelped as you stumbled in, bumping into the broad body of one Iwaizumi Hajime. Iwaizumi took one look at you and chuckled, immediately knowing who you are. After all, the cap you were wearing was from him, and the mask you wore was one that Oikawa physically sewed in Brazil with Shouyou.

"Wakatoshi, what the hell was that for!? You did not have to drag me like that!" You whined loudly as Iwaizumi stabilised you, effectively catching the attention of everyone in the gym. From the corner of your eyes, you can see them double back when they realise who Ushijima was talking to and who was leaning on Iwaizumi. Of course you would catch their attention. You weren't wearing your mask anymore, having ripped it off while Ushijima was dragging you.

"Forgive me, but you would've convinced me to not bring you inside if I had done so." The tall male said in amusement, making you huff. It was the truth. If he had let you talk, you would've convinced him to just take the food and bring it to the gym while you went on your merry way.

You glared at Ushijima before moving to look at Iwaizumi who was chuckling beside you.

"This isn't funny, Daddy Iwa. Quit laughing." You said, rolling your eyes. Whatever Iwaizumi was going to say in response died before he could voice it out because someone barrelled into you, making you both fall into the ground. You didn't even have to see to know who it was. Your brother has hugged you more times than you could count with all your fingers and toes in the past month since you got back to Japan.

"Shou, was you tackling me to the floor necessary?" You asked as your brother got off you and helped you up. You winced when your shoulder and back began to throb in slight pain. "Now I'm in pain. Thanks kid."

"I'm so sorry! It's just that you're here! At practice! You need to meet my team." Hinata said excitedly, and you can only sigh when you caught sight of all the dropped jaws. This was exactly why you didn't want to be in here. You knew that Shouyou would get excited and parade you around proudly.

"Hoshiumi-kun, come get your gremlin!" You said loudly to the white haired male at the far end of the court, watching his boyfriend cling to you with amusement.

"Sorry, Y/n-san! He was your gremlin before I even met him! You know how to deal with him better than I can!" Hoshiumi responded with a teasing tone.

"Said gremlin is right here, listening to you both." Shouyou grumbled out before dragging you over to where the team stood to introduce you to them.

Honestly, what is with people dragging you everywhere?

*****

Yaku stood back, jaw dropped to the floor. However, not for the same reason that others in the team did.

It was You. You were the cutie he saw at the airport.

He knows that sideview anywhere, having engraved it in his mind after seeing it once, despite the mask that covered the lower half of your face the first time he saw you.

Yaku blinked when he suddenly found himself in front of you, being introduced by Shouyou.

"Y/n, this is Yaku Morisuke-san. I'm sure you've heard me talk about him?" Shouyou stated, smiling at the dumb look on Yaku's face.

"Ah, yes. Nekoma's former libero, no?" You said with a soft smile, directed at the blond male in front of you.

"Y-yes. H-hi. I'm Yaku- I mean... you already knew that." Yaku stuttered out, rubbing his nape with a sheepish smile. You laughed, finding yourself charmed by the stuttering and the small blush that lit up the libero's cheeks.

"It's nice to meet you finally, Yaku. Shouyou has talked a lot about you and your skills. I hope to see it in action." You said before Shouyou moved you along and introduced you to Bokuto, who was physically vibrating in excitement.

His eyes never left your figure until it was time for practice, and you bet that Shouyou noticed it.

*****

Notes:

Yaku never approached you after the initial introduction.

He was too shy and he knows that he will stutter even more.

The last thing he needed was for him to look more of a fool in front of you than he already is.

Kuroo is crying because he didn't get the chance to meet you.

Calling you as his friend hurts Shouyou more than he would admit, but he knows that there's a good reason for it so he ignores the pain.

You and Ushijima dated. That's it. That's the tweet.

Okay but for real, You and Ushijima dated starting the latter half of your first year until 6 months before graduation.

It was a mutual break up. You know you'd be busy with your work and he'd be busy with volleyball, so to avoid anything from getting toxic, you just let each other go.

You did truly love each other though.

The love is gone now, and when you both look back, all you can see is fondness and good memories.

Sakusa is actually very thankful for Ushijima's ex, which is you. He knew that he wasn't easy to deal with, and he knew that Ushijima learned the patience to deal with him from you.

You definitely think that Yaku is cute.

but...

past relationship problems, and no, it's not Ushi.

Shouyou had been talking about Yaku for years. Especially to you.

If you didn't know it, you'd think that the ginger was in love with Yaku.

But no.

he's just trying to entice you to get to know Yaku better lmao.

Kenma and Akaashi are in awe of Yaku's luck beause??

What are the odds that the cute person he found at an airport was You??

PS. More drama is coming soon.

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years

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BIRTHDAY CAKE — RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS 🎂 🎁

anonymous asked: what do you think rapper!jake would get you for your birthday? warnings: mentions of sexual content & curse words. notes: i listened to the solo version of birthday cake by rihanna so join in if you want to <3 thank you anon for asking this okay ilysm whoever you are you’re so perfect! i wanted to post it when i was born but i couldn’t wait any longer! ps: the gifs are not mine, but i couldn’t find who made them since they were reposted on pinterest. i hope y’all enjoy the chain (and this too)!

why would rapper!jake get his birthday bitch, huh?

everything she ever dreamed of, of course.

birthdays would start at midnight and end at the same hour the next day, no excuses.

he would wake you up with gentle kisses along your shoulder. “good morning, angel, it’s your special day”. when was it not when you’re one of the biggest hip hop artists’ girlfriend?

you would protest, grabbing on his arms that were around you tighter so he would not move. but he did. he pulled the blankets of your naked body and helped you turn so you were laying on your back.

no matter how many years the two of you have shared together, you were always excited for what was coming next.

(pun intented)

jake would leave kisses down your entire body, making his way down to your core by leaving light hickeys.

your legs would slowly open up for him, and you would wrap them around his head when he finally reached the right spot.

he brags about your head game all the time, but boy got some sweet skills too. he has you mewling, whimpering, shaking and he’s only a few licks and gentle bites in.

by the time you’re close to the edge, he stops. “count down for me, baby.” so you count down from your your age to 0. i pity you if you’re like 35. rip @ your pussy. he doesn’t make it easy for you. he nibbles on your thighs, he leaves kisses absolutely everywhere. he dips his tongue in your wetness, teasing your hole (or both of them because why not? it’s your birthday, girl, be wild!). and when you FINALLY reach 0, you’re absolutely exploding.

you’re screaming his name. you almost forgot that what? five minutes ago? you were having sweet fantasy dreams of jake as a knight and you as the princess of the candy kingdom.

jake’s face emerges from your pussy, covered in juices as he gives you a playful smirk. “you’re just like wine, you taste better with age.”

and he’s got you laughing and trying to gently kick him.

he will deny you any attempts of paying him back. he’s got other things on his mind.

he sets you back under the blankets nicely and reach out for your nightstand, handing you your favourite plushie that you leave here at all times as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “just had my fave breakfast but i’m ,’bout to make some more.” he would wink. “whataya want?”

pancakes, waffles, froot loops, spaghetti, brownies, listen, you could have whatever you wanted.

you opted for waffles this year. and jake, who happened to be quite the talented chef, and before you could fall asleep again, he brought you a large platter of waffles, cut fruits and maple syrup with a hot chocolate.

you turned on the television and found some crappy reality television to watch. at midnight, it was either that or a marathon of pawn stars. on the screen, there were some old episodes of say yes to the dress. jake paid attention to your reactions in front of the dresses and the brides. he made mental notes of your preferences.

once you were done eating, you turned one of your favourite movies on. it was some disney film jake actually loved although he would never admit it out loud.

eventually, the sun started to rise outside.

and the fun was really starting.

jake listed what the two of you would do today: he would take you to the mall early so no one would bother you as you went from store to store, trying everything from prada, chanel, gucci and whatever you felt like it. and then, you would go for brunch. and then he would take you for a walk around the park. just the two of you.

and you did all that, while jake carried all of your shopping bags and helped you bring them back inside the mansion when it was time for a power nap.

the thing was: you weren’t sleepy.

and neither was jake.

he noticed that little sparkle in your eyes. he knew it so well.

you were needy. and even if, most of the time it would annoy him when he had better plans in mind, he let it slide this time.

he placed his hand on your head and helped you lean down on your knees.

you palmed at his growing bulge. you freed it from his pants and he went to sit on the couch. he let you entertain yourself, lazily sucking and licking his length when his other, much more important present, was being prepared outside without you noticing.

you cockwarmed him in your throat for a while.

“why you bein’ so generous to me? it’s your day, we gotta do what makes you happy.”

“you make me happy”.

HE COULD HAVE PUT A RING ON YOUR HAND RIGHT THERE (but after he came in your mouth, he had better priorities than marriage).

FINALLY you heard noise outside. you swallowed his load and licked your lips clean, crawling towards the large windows to take a peak of what was going on.

there was a lamborghini.

of your favourite colour.

bouquets and balloons were overflowing from the open doors and top.

your jaw dropped.

“i don’t even know how to drive?”

jake stood behind you and gently went to pet your hair.

“i’ll teach you.”

and you ran outside like an excited child, smelling roses and kicking helium balloons on your way. you sat behind the wheel and imitated the noises of the engine.

jake was so fucking in love with you.

he went to sit on the passenger seat and fixed the brakes, instructing you to press the pedal to rinse the engine safely.

he couldn’t even hear the vroom vroom over your happy giggles.

“it’s not over yet.”

jake got out of the car and went to your side, kissing you lovingly, his chain tickling your chest when he leaned forward. “follow me, angel.”

and you did. you arrived just in time, some friends had made it to the backyard where a gigantic cake and even bigger teddy bear were waiting for you. the teddy bear was holding a present bag with your favourite disney characters printed all over it.

everybody melted at the sweet thought.

jake suddenly switched in his attitude.

he grabbed something from behind the cake, a large jewelry box. he presented it to you.

you opened it.

there was a chain, similar to his, shining under the golden hour sun.

he put it on you as you let out a happy tear.

you shared the cake with your close friends. you were taking photos. posting them all over instagram. and fans were going crazy at the sight of jake looking so happy and relaxed.

people left.

you both started to run out of energy.

so you went to bed, it was almost midnight again.

and you made love. it was passionate, it was loving, it was sweet and it was incredible. it could not be compared to anything else jake has ever done to you. it felt as though your hearts were beating on the same rhythm. your eyes were locked the entire time as you both reached your high in this slow, but deep pace.

and when you finally closed your eyes to relax, jake managed to stretch his arm out and grab something from the night stand drawer.

you thought he was grabbing some bullet vibrator.

no.

it was an even smaller box than this afternoon.

“i bought this shit a long ass time ago,”

jake’s voice was cracking under the stress.

you encouraged with a gentle caress on his bearded chin.

“don’t fuckin’ cry or imma cry too.”

too late, you were both crying rivers. and chuckling. and shaking.

he did not even finish asking the question. he forgot the speech he prepared when he was eating you out earlier, thinking of romantic shit to say.

you said yes.

jake couldn’t see straight.

but he managed to put the ring on. it was the prettiest ring you have ever seen in your entire life.

after a ton of i love yous.

he found his phone somewhere on the bed and took a photo.

you looked awful and tried to cover your face with your hand.

“my bitch forever and ever happily ever after”.

he captioned the photo.

truth be told, he was so skillful that he did all of this without pulling out of you.

and he went at it again.

with more vigor. but with just as much passion.

“y’makin’ me feel so good wifey”.

perhaps wifey was the new bitch.

#jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal smut #topic: rapper!jake #completed requests #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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maleksrami · 4 years

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gif tutorial ✨🎥

I got a few requests to make a gif tutorial so here it is. hope it helps :) It’s quite long so I’ll put it all under a read more. If you have any questions, feel free to ask or PM me directly for help!

Alright....sooo, I don’t remember the last time I made a gif tutorial on this site, but I figured I would even though I use the same method a lot of gif makers have been using for years. I have never strayed from this process and I’ve been making gifs on this site for a decade.

There are a couple methods to making gifs. You can import your video directly into photoshop and cut your gif there. OR you can use a separate video player that has a screencapping tool, then import all your frames into photoshop; this is the method I use and it’s how I’ve adapted and perfected my giffing skills over time.

This post will be long, but I want to be as detailed as I can and explain it step by step. It’s really NOT difficult once you get the hang of it, which is probably why I’ve always done it this way.

Disclaimer: There are three programs I use and I highly suggest you look for reliable links yourself if I’m not able to provide one. I use pretty old versions of KMPlayer and Photoshop (I’ll explain why later), so be careful where you go looking for downloads. There are some photoshop downloads here, but I can’t vouch for them.

Let’s start :)

DOWNLOADING VIDEOS

I use a program called 4k Video Downloader to rip HD videos from Youtube. 1080p is the way to go, but obviously that’s not always possible. It’s ridiculously easy, all you do is click the “Paste Link” button and it’ll download your video. Clicking the “Smart Mode” button will let you set the default quality and the folder you want all your videos to be saved to.

As you can see, here are all the videos I’ve downloaded recently for my gif posts. You can clear this download history list at any time.

SCREENCAPPING

After your video is done downloading, I open the video in KMPlayer. Now, I use an OLD version of this program because this was exactly how I learned to do this back in the day. You can find old versions online, I don’t really know exactly which version mine is because I’ve had it forever, but it’s the old school one that looks like this.

When you open the video, it might stretch the player to full screen so I always adjust it by dragging the corner of the player inward so it shrinks to a more medium size. This will also make your screencaps not so GIANT, which will take longer to load into photoshop.

Anyways, you’re gonna open your video and right click anywhere on the video to select Capture > Frame Extract... (or Ctrl+G on Windows). This window will come up. Make sure all your settings look like this to ensure a really smooth gif.

The first thing you should do is click that little “G” button next to the window size at the bottom. That’ll lock in the dimensions of however big you’ve made your video window, and if you stretch it you’ll see these numbers change. If you start capping without remembering to push that and you make your window smaller/bigger, your caps might be a wacky size or look stretched and you’ll have to go back and do it again. Also note the extracting location at the top. All your caps will go directly to a default folder titled “Capture”.

Once all the settings are ready, go to your desired section of the video, pause it, and hit “Start”. Play the video, pause the video when you’ve got all your caps, then hit “Stop”.

Locate your “Capture” folder and doublecheck you got all the caps you want. This is where I take a moment to delete any caps I don’t want in my gif, that way you don’t bother loading them into photoshop and making it take longer than it needs to.

MAKING THE GIF

You’re gonna open whatever version of Photoshop you’re using. I hilariously still use CS3 to make gifs because the next script I’m gonna run doesn’t work in the free download that I have of CS5, but that’s what you get sometimes when you don’t pay for stuff. Hopefully whatever more recent version of PS you use, you have no problems.

Go to File > Scripts > Load Files Into Stack...

This window will come up.

Hit “Browse” and locate your capture folder. Highlight all your caps and press OK. You’ll see them all come up in a list as shown above. Press OK again. Your caps will start to load into one big stack of layers. This will take a minute or so.

When it’s all loaded in, you’ll see them all stacked in your Layers window (Windows > Layers). You’re gonna open your animations timeline (Windows > Animation) and click the little drop down button in the top right corner of the window and select “Make Frames From Layers”.

Click that drop down menu again and hit “Reverse Frames”. Click that drop down menu again and hit “Flatten Frames Into Layers” (this is so our sharpening action will work later). Click the drop down menu again and select “Select All Frames”. All your frames will be highlighted. This is where you’ll set your animation speed. Under each frame you’ll see “0 sec.” Click on that and select “Other”. Type in your desired speed. I usually go for 0.04 if it has a lot of frames. For less frames, 0.05 or 0.06. This is honestly entirely up to your preference. I actually made myself a photoshop action doing all these repetitive steps so it saves me a few precious long seconds of clicking around over and over. I just run the action after my caps are loaded. If you make gifs a lot, I recommend it.

Next it cropping. The reason I don’t crop right away after the files are loaded into a stack is because I like to see where the subject in the gif moves before I decide where I need to crop. I don’t want to accidentally cut anything off. The subject might sway in and out of frame or be off center if I crop it blindly before seeing exactly where the object moves around. So I’ll play the gif first to see exactly where to crop.

Anyways, you’re gonna set your desired width x height of your gif. I’m making this a big gif so you can see the details better. 540 px is Tumblr’s width for big horizontal gifs. If you’re making a photoset with two gifs side by side the width for Tumblr is 268 px.

Go ahead and crop your gif. It’ll resize itself as well. Play the gif back so you can see if anything gets cut off or it’s not where you want it. You can undo the crop and do it again until you’re satisfied.

Here is what my gif looks like animated and cropped.

As you can see, it plays nice and smoothly due to our screencap settings from before in KMPlayer and with our set gif speed (I used 0.05 here).

Next is sharpening the gif. I use a sharpening action that can quickly sharpen up to 120 frames. You can download it here. Open the action by going to File > Open and locating the file. It’ll be added to your Actions window. (Window > Actions if you can’t see it.) In order for it to run correctly, you have to have the first frame selected on your animation window, as well as “Frame 1″ in the layers window. Just like this:

Click the play button on the action and wait a few seconds for all the gifs to finish being sharpened. For any gif with less than 120 frames (which I hope is always, good God) a pop-up will come up when it reaches the end of the frames asking you if you want to stop. Click “Stop”.

Tip: If you think you want to delete more frames, run the sharpening action before you do it. Otherwise you’ll have to flatten your frames into layers again. The first frame and the “Frame 1″ layer should always be the same (the little eye will appear to the left of the layer to let you know it’s visible when you have that specific frame selected) otherwise the action won’t work.

Here is what my gif looks like now that it’s sharpened.

COLORING THE GIF

This is where all the fun (or pain) comes in. All your coloring will be done by using Adjustment Layers (Layers > New Adjustment Layer). I usually go in the same order of adjustments, but this is where personal style comes in and you do no have to do it in the same order I do. You can practice with this part all you want and see how you like to do it.

I start with brightening the gif first and fixing the white balance if a scene needs it. I chose this video specifically so you could see this next handy trick that a lot of people don’t even know about. It’s a dark scene and the white balance makes the subject look quite blue.

I can fix this by starting with a Curves layer. By clicking the third eyedropper tool, you can go and click on a white point in your gif (in this case, I clicked on a white square on his shirt) and bumped up the input number a bit for a little contrast (optional). My curves look like this. Click OK.

My gif now looks like this.

It’s much better, right? The white eyedropper tool will become a lifesaver sometimes, but it’s not always needed.

Next, I go in with a Levels adjustment to do some more brightening. This is all up to preference, but you can play around with this. I typically like to add more contrast with this layer. I just adjust the sliders until I’m satisfied.

Here is my gif now.

Onto yet another brightening layer. Brightness/Contrast. A couple teeny tiny more positive numbers and I now have this.

Next is Selective Color. I wish I could explain this in a way that makes sense, but this is the layer that takes a bit of practice getting down and boils down to how you like the colors in your gif to look. I personally don’t like a lot of yellow in mine, so I focus a lot on the Yellow and Black sliders in each specific tab. I start in the Reds, then Yellows, Whites, Neutrals, then bump up the Blacks a tiny bit.

Here is my gif now. It’s a bit more cool toned, which is what I like.

Next I’ll go in with a Color Balance layer and play with the Midtones and Shadows.

Here it is now.

This is usually my last step unless I want to adjust the brightness again (which I do), so I might go back into my Curves and Levels layers to bump it up.

And you can totally stop there, but I would like to mention a few more optional layers to add depending on your gif. If I wanted more saturation, I would add a Hue/Saturation layer at this point, but I think it’s colorful enough so I’m not going to.

Another layer you can use is Gradient Maps.

Setting a black and white gradient map overtop your gif and setting the layer to Soft Light and lowering the opacity to your heart’s desire (you might need to go to the little drop down menu in your animation timeline and hit “Match Layers Across Frames”) can give your gif a very contrast-y look like this.

Or you can change the black color to something else for a different tone, like a dark blue.

Here is my final gif.

If you want to add a caption to your gif, you can do so with your font of choice (Arial and Calibri are good) and add Stroke or a Drop Shadow to it by going to Layer > Layer Style. You can make sure the text is perfectly centered by clicking on your top frame layer under all your coloring adjustments, hitting Select > All, then clicking your text layer again and going to Layer > Align Layers To Selection > Horizontal Centers. Then hit Select > Deselect and go to your little drop down menu in your animation timeline and click “Match Layers Across Frames”.

Here is what it looks like with a caption.

SAVING YOUR GIF

Go to File > Save for Web & Devices...

A big window will come up where you can preview your finished gif by pressing the play button on the right hand side. In the bottom left corner will tell you what size your gif is. Tumblr’s gif limit is a whopping 10 MB, so we’re good.

Your gif settings should look something like this.

We always want to keep all colors at 256 (the highest). Lowering this number will make our gif file size smaller, but also decrease the quality of the gif itself. If your file size is more than 10 MB, I recommend going back and deleting some frames or making some more curve adjustments. Some users also like to set their gif to “Adaptive” instead of “Selective”. This is up to you.

Click Save and you’re done!

#this took me all day and half the gifs dont even move when you view this post on my desktop theme #LOVE THAT #please view this on the mobile view

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there-are-things-i-dont-forget · 3 years

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SPOILERS FOR CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 2 BELOW

I just wanted to talk about how much the Mighty Nein and Matt and Critical Role have meant to me over the past few months. I started Campaign 2 in January this year, when I moved out for university and was able to live on my own for the first time. They quite literally saved me, because I cared so much for the setting and the characters and the story that Matt wove and how the players interacted with them that I hung on just to see how it would end.

For me, it was amazing how I could relate the characters to aspects of myself, and how watching them all get their happy endings have made me be able to look forward with a bit more hope.

Let’s start with Beau. I’ll be honest, Marisha’s characters are always the most challenging for me, because of how real they are. Marisha is a stunning actor, incredibly skilled, and Beau was the character I responded to the most as if it was a real person. Everyone else I could enjoy and play into the metagame of watching the players be characters. With Beau and Marisha, it was so real. Moreover, I could see myself reflected in the character (which is probably why I found her so challenging to begin with). Trauma, hurt, being an asshole to other people before they could reject her first. Not the best at compliments, giving in to anger and sarcasm, struggling to connect. And I got to watch her grow, and be accepted, and learn from her mistakes, and be appreciated by who she was, and in the end get vindication on her abusers, and find love and acceptance. Beau’s story is incredibly special to me.

In that same vein is Yasha’s. Manipulated, taken advantage of, forced to do things against her will. Yasha’s story is the one that I can relate to the most, in terms of trauma, and to see her quite literally rip the wings off of her abuser was cathartic in a way that I did not expect, but should have foreseen. And in the end, she also got her happy ending. I’m gonna leave it at that, because any more will make me cry. But I hold her and her character arc so close to my heart.

Liam’s performances are the hardest for me to watch because he feels so much, and I love it. He really gives it all to the scene and it is incredible. Caleb was a character that I overlooked for a bit in the beginning (as Jester had quickly become my favorite), but he quickly climbed as we began to see more of his character and his backstory. Manipulated and groomed by someone he was supposed to be able to trust, forced again to do things against his will, falling in to flashbacks and panic attacks, struggling to rejoin society and interact with others, a love and a passion for learning to a nearly obsessive sense, both for the love of it and for the possibility of gaining the power and strength needed to take back control. Slowly learning to love, to grow, to find friends and see that there can be more to life, that you don’t have to be ruled by your trauma or let it define you, but also still acknowledging it and its effects. But also just how long it takes, and how it can affect you in ways you cannot imagine. He also got his vindication on his abuser, and again, I cried, tears of happiness for him and of grief and hope for me, that one day I might be able to do the same.

Caleb, Yasha, and Beau are the ones I relate to the most because their story is my story, and watching them grow and love means it can happen to me as well. I cannot stress how important and incredible it is for me to realize that. In the more material sense, they all got closure and catharsis against those who hurt them, and they all learned to love again, to open their hearts and let others in again. And that means I can too.

This brings me to the Shadowgast love story. I know this is really controversial for the fandom and I don’t care. For me, their arc was perfectly realistic, and their ending was exactly what I expected for the characters. Finding a kin spirit, learning together, hesitant but trusting in the other’s passion for study at the very least, slowly and naturally growing closer and learning more about each other, revealing more. The betrayal from Essek, the scene on the boat, the slight recoiling on either side, and then learning again, slowly trusting again and teaching each other to forgive themselves, that they were both victims in a sense and that they can take back control and do better, and choose to do better and be better. Slowly healing, and healing together, knowing the worst of each other and choosing to stay but still acknowledging those parts of each other. The scene where they return to the T-Dock and they talk about time travel, and Caleb disintegrates the whole thing? That’s growth, and that’s growing together. And they continue to grow for years, and heal for years, and eventually they end up together, but it takes time. Of course it does. And Essek’s character and this ending really helped me understand some of my own feelings in terms of friendship and romance. Everyone upset that there wasn’t any “on screen” romance or whatever, to me, fundamentally misunderstood the character, especially since his love language does not seem to be physical touch at all (if anything it’s gift giving/acts of service - teleporting the M9 around? Helping Caleb solve the spell? Giving up to dunamis gem to help the M9 get a long rest?). But yeah. Watching characters like that help validate my own experiences in friendship and romance and it was fantastic.

The others I have a bit less in common with, but there’s still stuff to talk about. Veth having her body changed by someone else, something out of her control, feeling alien in this body and struggling to find a sense of self, then finding friends willing to pour everything into helping her be herself again? Fjord learning he is valuable whether or not he has powers/can serve others, that he has worth just as himself, and that that is enough? Those were stories I needed to hear, to know that something like that is possible.

Caduceus growing out of his comfort zone, exploring, learning, but still being a rock for the others (and for the viewers), and "Pain doesn’t make people. It’s love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential. It’s love that saves them."? Molly’s loyalty and “leave every place better than you found it”? Even if I couldn’t relate directly to the characters didn’t mean they didn’t have an impact, and these are things that I will carry with me always.

Jester. I have just about nothing in common with Jester, and I loved it. Her optimism, her jokes, and her art (including the dicks), just the absolute light and joy that was her character was exactly what I needed to get through some of the toughest times of my life. Watching her grow from episode one to episode 141 was insane, to mature but not lose her creativity and her fun for life. She was my reminder that there is good and light and hope in the world, even if sometimes you have to create it for yourself, and that is what kept me going sometimes.

And finally, Matt. I cannot give enough thanks to you for choosing to share this amazing world and this story with us. Your storytelling is what prompted me to finally put my ideas into writing, and now I’m working on my own book. Along with Jester, Essek is one of my favorites, and his story arc and characterization was incredibly important to me. I truly have no words for how Critical Role and especially you, with the care and passion and obvious love for storytelling that you have, have changed my life. And I cannot thank you enough.

Am I sad that the campaign ended? Maybe a little. I will miss these characters. But I truly believe that Matt ended the campaign at the perfect point, and I loved the final episode, it made incredible sense for the end of the characters (maybe a teeny bit more Marion/Babenon? But I digress). I’m sure Campaign 3 will be just as astounding.

My love and thanks to the cast and crew of Critical Role. Rest well knowing you did a fantastic job, and I’ll see you in campaign 3.

PS: I know there’s a lot of tags, I want to make sure I cover all my bases so people don’t get spoiled if they have these tags blocked because I have been spoiled too many times by people who tag badly.

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innaminitus · 5 years

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Praise

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: loki smut where the reader is extremely timid and shy and he finds it endearing and also a bit of a turn on because it makes him feel that much more powerful when she blushes and has trouble making eye contact? also praise kink cause oof ps. i love love love your writing so much and this will probably be the end of me if you end up writing it (from anon)

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The reader is super shy and part of the avengers. Loki thinks she’s cute so he’s constantly whispering dirty stuff he wants to do to her in explicit detail into her ears when he walks past her and he keeps doing this and she gets super pent up about it and then he does it one time and then she just grabs his collar and pulls him into a kiss and is like “if u really want to do all that stuff to me, do it” and then after that night they try and have sex in riskier places around the compound. (from anon)

Warnings: smut, language

Word count: 1732

A/N: so the freaking app i’ve been using for my headers had decided to fking delete my font?????? and i had to use different one, i don’t wike it

“Loki? Are you asleep?” Your voice was quiet when you asked him through the door, almost wanting him to be asleep, just not to cause any trouble.

It was around two in the morning and you woke up to use the bathroom, but was petrified when you saw a large spider crawling on the floor. As soon as it hid under your closet you run out of the room and headed to the only person that could possibly still be awake.

It wasn’t that you were always so spooky, it was just the case of spiders, ever since your childhood when a particularly fat one fell on your face while you were falling asleep in your parents’ holiday cabin.

You wanted to walk away and maybe wake Steve, but at the very moment the door opened and Loki’s sleepy face peaked at you from the gap.

“What do you need, petal?” He yawned, fixing his hair so the lost strands didn’t poke his eyes.

You blushed at the nickname he gave you. It was, after all, the whole reason for the nickname itself – your constant blushing once reminded him of roses, and the element of it stayed with you ever since.

“There’s a spider in my room,” you murmured, unwanted sense of guilt shredding your insides when he rubbed his eye, trying to wake himself up.

“Is it big?”

“Huge,” you nodded and parted your hands to show him the size, maybe exaggerating it a bit.

Loki sighed and walked out of his room, closing the door shut behind him.

“Well then, I shall make sure it doesn’t eat you.” He smirked at you as he walked past you. “At least not before I do it first.”

The blush on your face deepened and overtook your whole body, angering you as it did, since it was exactly what Loki wanted. He just loved making you blush and shy, always saying things like that.

I bet you taste just as good as what you cook.

Gods, I can just imagine what else you can do with that mouth of yours.

At first he was just making fun of you, cockily enjoying how embarrassed you were, but lately it became more… intimate. As if he really wanted to do all these things to you, things he sometimes whispered hotly to your ear while holding your waist during missions.

I would rip that leather off of you in a second, petal.

You would lie if you said his words didn’t make you feel hotness between your legs, and that you never touched yourself to the memory of his breath surrounding your neck, to the fantasy of him doing all these filthy things to you.

But that was something you kept in secret. No one could know, after all, not if you didn’t want to be made fun of. Falling for the villain, for the bad boy. How very fanfiction-ish of you.

You followed him to your room, and pointed at your closet.

“I saw it last there.”

But Loki didn’t bend to see underneath it, he stretched his hands so the palms were facing the floor and a second later you felt the air pulsating, tinted with green light, playing with rays of the moonlight peaking from untight curtains. You saw it diving across the floor and walls before Loki rapidly moved one of his hands and a spider flew from under your bed, and hung in the air before you.

“Throw it out, throw it out, throw it out!” You turned away and screamed when Loki made the spider fly after you.

He laughed and threw it out the opened window.

“I must say, that’s not exactly the reason I’d like you to wake me up to in the middle of the night,” he said, heading his way to the door.

“What reason would you prefer?” You suddenly asked when his fingers were wrapped around the doorknob, ready to leave. Your heart was pounding and you weren’t actually sure you said that out loud.

He turned with a cocky smile and took a step in your direction, only then you realized how close you actually were. He wrapped a string of your hair around his finger and pulled your face closer to his, his warm lips only barely touching your cheek.

“The wetness between your legs. Your lips around my cock. Or my fingers in your pussy, driving you crazy. These are the reasons I’d prefer,” he whispered in a husky voice, your cheeks crimsoned and womanhood throbbed.

“Do it, then,” you whispered as well, forgetting how to breathe.

“What do you want me to do, petal?” His finger caressed your cheek, he looked down at you.

“Everything you always say to me,” your heart stopped beating as well, “do it all.”

And just like that, within a split second his lips were on yours, tasting the blush and bold words said in the moonlight. He kissed you gentler than you would imagine, his hands cupped your face and you couldn’t help but lean on him, diving into the soothing coldness of his skin, into the sudden affection that surrounded you whole.

Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist and brought you even closer, at the same time when his tongue sneaked into your mouth, caressed the roof of your mouth. You let yourself drown in the moment, to hope it would last forever.

His hands dived under your pajama shirt, cold fingers on your hot skin caused goose bumps. You let him take the shirt off, sudden breeze from the opened window made your nipples harden. Without a thought you covered your bare chest with your hands, sure that the crimson blush on your face was well visible despite the darkness.

Loki gently wrapped his fingers around your hands, his thumbs massaging the palms.

“Don’t…” His voice was quiet when he encouraged you to expose yourself. You did it, holding his hands, allowing him to see you. “You’re perfect.”

Somehow it was all you needed to give up to him entirely. A passionate kiss warmed your lips again, and with shaking hands you took off your pants and underwear, shivering with excitement.

Loki took a step, forcing you to sit on the bed as he kneeled in front of you. He brought you to the edge of it and with heavily beating heart you let him lay you on the bedsheets. His hands caressed your thighs before he parted them, and a delightful sigh came to your ears.

“Oh, petal... Marvelous.”

You felt his fingers dipping in your wetness, smearing it all over your pussy before he pushed two fingers inside of you, making you squirm. His fingers were skilled, he curved them just enough to hit the right spot, soon turning you into moaning mess, forgetting how to breathe when his tongue swiped a stripe between your folds, collecting the juice and groaning with satisfaction before sucking on your clit.

You had him kneeling before you, his mouth and fingers on your pussy, almost coming at the spot just at the taste of you.

Your fingers dived into his hair, but instead of pressing him firmer against you, you pulled his hair to kiss him. Your juices on his tongue were salty, his kisses became more greedy. You crawled to the head of the bed, dragging him with you, tugging on his clothes to take them off.

His naked form was pressed against your body, you were lazily kissing him back, your face wet, your bodies sweating in the hot August night, hands sticking, breaths unsteady.

You dared to kiss his neck, to taste the salt from his skin, to even tug it a little.

His length was poking your stomach, twitching, begging for friction, for warm pussy to clench around it. You wrapped your fingers around it and he let out a sigh, warming the skin of your collarbone he was kissing. He adjusted his pose, your legs rested on his back, he cocked his hips at the same time you moved yours and just like that his cock was finally sliding into your aching pussy.

You gasped when he filled you whole, every inch of his member inside you, his abdomen rubbing your clit.

“How can– how can a mortal be this ideal?” He groaned and began to thrust, quickly picking up a fast pace. “Good little girl, all tight for me–“

You dug your hills in his back, forcing him to pound into you harder, kissing every word off his lips. He was stretching you perfectly, the way you never knew you needed.

“Got anything else nice to say?” You whispered when his fingers pinched your nipple before kneading your breast.

He smiled and kissed your neck, an especially hard thrust made you moan loudly.

“My petal likes to be praised?” He licked a stripe up your neck. “Good, because there’s a lot to praise…” You pulled him to kiss you, his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, taking the control you never had. “Such a precious pussy, clenching on my cock…” He smirked when you moaned loudly, his words turning you on like you’d never imagine. “Those perfect tits bouncing when I fuck you hard, I could cum just at the sight of them,” he gasped in your jaw before kissing you, fingers on your nipple tightening the grip. “My good girl…”

It was just too much, electricity flew from the place where he was pinching your nipples, it travelled down and met the hotness between your legs, the ecstasy was closer than the sky, closer than the molecules surrounding you, Loki swallowed your moans and the only thing you heard when your legs began to tremble was the squeaking of the springs. Orgasm shattered you like a porcelain doll, you didn’t know where you started and Loki ended, you felt him groan in your neck before spilling his cum inside of you, your bodies still firmly joined seconds after.

Your breathing came back to normal, what you couldn’t say about your heart that was pounding in your chest, the outline of it almost visible on your skin. Loki collapsed next to you, his breathing no better than yours.

The only thing you recalled before suddenly falling asleep was Loki’s cold skin pressed against you, his arms wrapping around your waist to spend the night in your company.

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Can you do a cuts & bruises imagine where the reader comes home to Anakin from a mission & she's all scraped up, and then Anakin's all like, "baby 🥺, let me make you feel better, " and he like kisses all her bruises while running his fingers through her hair 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

It’s not exactly what you requested but... 😂 anyway I hope you enjoy ❤️

(Ps jelly toast fucking slaps idc what anyone has to say)

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Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader Whump

Reporting back to the Council directly after your mission to the Vagaba System was hell. Your sides ached with every breath you took, legs barely able to lift from the floor in order to walk. Not to mention your clothes were wet and sticking to you in odd places, probably blood but you weren’t too sure. The constant pain hammering through your body with every move you made overshadowed every other thought you had.

Of course, Yoda and Master Windu picked up on your troubles almost immediately. They urged you to go to the medbay, but you were an avid ‘deal-with-it-yourself’ type of person. You weren’t hurt too bad anyway, a couple of bruises weren’t going to kill you. The injured soldiers from your mission needed all the help they could get without you taking up time and resources begging the medics for an ice pack.

You knew Anakin would be pissed if he found out you’d skipped on getting help again, especially after last time when you almost passed out from blood loss after a bomb sent shrapnel straight into your face. Although you had completely healed from that— thanks to the remarkably advanced technology of Coruscant’s medical system— he hadn’t forgotten the way you dragged blood through the temple halls as he whisked you away to get help. He made you promise to ask for assistance if you ever got hurt again, and you had begrudgingly agreed...

But to the degree of your injuries, he had not specified.

That’s why you found yourself shuffling down the halls of the Jedi temple now, on your way to the room the Council allowed you to occupy, trying to get your aches and pains under control so you could act okay in front of Anakin. You knew he’d be waiting for you, as he always did when you came back from missions. But it was late, and if you were lucky maybe he’d already be asleep, and you would be allowed to fix yourself up without him ever having to find out...

Wishful thinking, you groaned inwardly, forcing yourself to stand up straight as Anakin opened the door before you could even touch the keypad.

And oh, was he mad.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you narrowed your eyes.

Damn, it was good to see him. Even with that pissed off look on his face, he looked as good as ever dressed in those loose pants he wore to bed, with nothing else but a robe on, left untied to expose his toned abdomen, hair perfectly messed up, metal arm glinting in the soft orange light...

Side-stepping him to get into the apartment, you ignored the daggers he was sending your way and headed for the couch so you could take off your stiff, uncomfortable boots. Anakin folded his arms across his chest and followed your movements with a cruel, calculating gaze.

“You’re limping.”

“I’m just a little sore,” you rolled your shoulder.

“There’s blood on your shirt.”

“It’s not mine.”

Thank god the fabric was thick enough to conceal the worst of the damage. You could feel the warm liquid drip down your skin in some places, although it had slowed considerably since you’d received them after getting the crap beat out of you by Mon Eila, a Separatist General with a passion for boxing.

It had been a small mercy he had managed to avoid hitting your face.

“Y/n,” Anakin stalked over to stand right in front of you. Usually his angry face scared you, but right now you knew it was just to cover up the concern he felt. “I can sense you’re in pain. Tell me where you’re injured.”

You rolled your eyes, yanking off your boots one after the other and tossing them over the back of the couch unceremoniously. “Is it too much to believe I could get away from a mission unscathed for once?”

“Seeing as how you couldn’t even water your houseplant without slipping on a puddle and spraining your ankle, yeah, I find it pretty hard to believe.”

You frowned and leaned back into the couch, hissing inwardly at the pain it sent through your bones. “I find that pretty sexist, and I request you make me some peanut butter toast to make it up to me.”

Anakin grabbed for the cloak you still had draped around your shoulders, meaning to move it so he could see some evidence of your injuries. You caught his wrist, and although he could have overpowered you, he let you stop him.

“Oh my god, it’s not like the Mighty Galactic Jedi Council chose me out of the hundreds of other trained assassins to do their bidding, it’s not like they trust me to carry out missions for them alongside the rest of the Jedi, it’s not like I’m the one who blew up that weapons factory and freed the planet of Koiwishi from the Separatist fleet trying to enslave them—“

“Okay, okay,” Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry for doubting your skills, that’s not what I meant.”

“Good,” you grabbed for the tv remote and flipped it on solely for a distraction. “Then go make me some toast and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Anakin flattened his stare and shook his head all the way to the kitchen. “Since when did you get so bold?”

You pretended not to hear him, and instead took the moment of privacy you had to slowly lift up the bottom of your shirt to assess some of the damage. Blue and purple painted your abdomen in angry, swirling blossoms, only interrupted by the streaks of drying blood from the places your skin broke. Mon Eila was pretty nifty with a dagger too, you remembered, and he’d managed to catch you a couple times with the blade. Once on the side, and once on your thigh. Now that’s one you weren’t excited to see.

You ghosted your finger over a particularly bad bruise over your rib cage, where the blood pooled an angry red underneath your skin. You knew you’d been hit quite a few times, but god damn you didn’t think it’d be this bad...

“Hey, we’re out of peanut butter, is it okay if I use jelly instead—“ Anakin stopped dead in his tracks.

“It’s not that bad,” you swallowed quickly. Your shirt remained half up after your failed attempt to rip it down as he walked in from the kitchen, the blueish-purple skin looking worse and worse as the seconds ticked by and Anakin did not say anything. “It doesn’t even really hurt that much.”

Anakin stayed silent and turned on his heel to walk back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later with various bags of ice and a first aid kit.

“Lay on your back. Now.”

Well when he says it like that...

You did as told and had the decency to look a little ashamed. Resting your head on the armrest, you let him push your shirt up to reveal the patchwork of bruises staining your skin. His eyes flit from place to place, taking it all in while stewing in silent anger.

“I’m fine, Ani,” you tried to defuse the situation, reaching for an ice bag and placing it on your stomach to hide your injuries. “Look, that’s about as much as you can do about it anyways.”

“You’re bleeding,” Anakin’s fingertips traced the open wound beneath your ribcage. “Stay still.”

You folded your hands over your chest and stuck your bottom lip out thoughtfully as you felt Anakin clean your cut with an alcohol cloth. It stung, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were in pain.

“I would never be satisfied knowing you’re in pain.”

“Hey, stay out of my head, Skywalker,” You searched for the bracelet he had gifted you early on in your relationship, the one that could shield your thoughts from any Jedi mind tricks. Your eyes landed on it across the room, by the windowsill. You didn’t know when, but at some point he must have been able to slip it off without you noticing.

“Well since you think it’s okay to lie to me, I thought I’d have to take matters into my own hands.”

He spread antibacterial ointment over the cut and then pressed a bandage over the wound. You took the ice off and dropped it to the floor, wincing as you pushed yourself into a sitting position with your elbows. Anakin pushed you back down to the couch gently by the shoulder.

“I’ll get you your bracelet in a moment,” his tone softened, reading the distress in your mood as clear as day now that your thoughts were wide open to him. “Let me just take a look at your leg first.”

“It’s not fair. You said that if I can’t read your thoughts, you shouldn’t be able to read mine.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Anakin placed the bag of ice back on your bruised abdomen. “I just don’t know why you had to lie to me in the first place.”

You didn’t know how to put it into words, how to explain to him your insecurities around asking for help. If you admitted you needed assistance for something as simple as a couple scratches, it made you feel weak— like a useless, vulnerable excuse of a person. It was especially embarrassing needing help from Anakin Skywalker himself, The Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, famed General of the Clone Wars, who literally got his arm cut off after escaping an execution at the hands of a Sith Lord that one time. You didn’t see him asking for help then— granted he had passed out, but still.

Showing weakness, especially in front of the people you loved, was a feeling you have been running from your entire life.

One look at Anakin’s face, and you knew you didn’t have to say anything in order for him to understand. He closed his eyes and leaned down to press his lips to the exposed skin of your hip. His touch was feather-light, barely brushing you as to not disturb the bruise underneath.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me,” he muttered against your skin. “You’re already the strongest person I know.”

“I will be, once I can sit up without wanting to die,” you shifted your body, gasping and halting your movements when a piercing pain shot through your ribs. This made Anakin’s eyebrows draw down in concern, warm palm holding your waist to stop you from moving.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt much.”

“You should know by now I was lying about that too.”

Anakin took a deep breath and opened a pill bottle. He dropped a couple tablets into your hand and then passed you a cup full of water.

“You think you can lift your hips for a couple seconds so I can get your pants off?” He paused at your thoughts. “For your open wound, not that.”

“See, it’s not fair! I couldn’t control that one, it just popped into my head.” You huffed but shifted your hips upward like he asked, abs screaming in protest. He managed to sneak his fingers beneath the waistband and tug your pants down your legs before you dropped back to the couch, hissing in pain.

“Damn, he got you good,” Anakin thought aloud, already wetting the cloth with more alcohol. “This might sting.”

‘Might’ was putting it lightly. A slurry of curse words filled your head as he dabbed at the gash on your leg, spanning from your hip to your upper thigh area. It was deep enough to scar, bubbling and oozing fresh blood as Anakin tried his best to clean it out. Even his cheeks turned pink from your colorful choice of words.

“Stitches?” You forced through grit teeth, nails digging into the couch cushion.

He dabbed at it some more, pondering your question. “I think you got lucky with this one. If it doesn’t start healing in a couple days, we’ll take you to the medbay.”

“Fantastic,” You wheezed, wanting so bad to kick your leg out and escape the terrible stinging. Anakin’s grip on your leg tightened, knowing exactly what your intentions were.

“There, all done,” he discarded the cloth and got to work soothing the cut with some ointment. He finished off by smoothing a large bandage over it, sitting back once it was all over. “Now how’s the bruising doing?”

Your head lolled to the side, exhausted from being in so much pain. “Still bruised,” you muttered. In fact, the ice was starting to melt and your skin was becoming uncomfortably numb and red. You took the ice off, wincing at the gruesome sight of your body again, and pulled your shirt down to cover it. “I think I’m ready to just sleep for the next 10 years.”

“Here,” Anakin slipped his hands beneath your legs and your back. With a grace only taught to the Jedi, he lifted you into his arms doing his best not to jostle you around, carrying you towards your bedroom. “You still hungry?”

You gave him a thin smile, all the answer he needed. He kissed your head as he set you down carefully onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over you. Before he left, he slipped something over your wrist— the bracelet.

The pills Anakin gave you must have included a sleep-inducing one. You were glad for the bracelet, as you made a mental note to kick his ass later for drugging you— but then again, it was doing a phenomenal job of taking your pain away now. You barely managed to stay awake before Anakin came back into the room, bearing gifts.

Jelly toast had never tasted better.

He sat beside you on the bed as you ate, carding his fingers through your hair and playing with the baby hairs surrounding your forehead. His fingertips tickled your skin, warm and soft, lulling you to sleep even further. You ended up falling asleep with half a slice of toast left in your hands. Anakin smiled softly and put it on the bedside table for when you woke up, switching off the lights with the force so you could get some good rest.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years

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Don't let the world delete you

All-Might x Male Reader

Request- Can you make a My Hero Academia fic for being all for one's son who's a student at ua cause he hates his dad and his quirk is making invisible and indestructible objects like an wall people run in some stairs an elevator and so on and his skilled in fighting and knows pressure points and all might finds put after the attack at the usj and R tells him he hates his dad and wants to put him in jail after ripping his arms off so he can't use his quirk anymore also R knows about his skinny form

You are a hero in training and you go to U.A. High School. Your teacher is All-Might and He teaches Foundational Hero Studies. Also, he does teach fighting techniques and your homeroom teacher is Shota Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

You hate your quirks because you got it from your father. You hate him with a burning passion and he is a horrible person. If he was dying and you had the antidote you won't save him.

Your quirk is you can turn in invisible and you be indestructible when objects are thrown at you. And you can go through wall people run in some stairs an elevator etc. You have improved your fighting skills because you know their pressure points, easy for you to fight them.

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Your class is A-1, not many like you and your friends because of what happened in the past.

You have been training hard because are quarter-finals of the sports festival.

”Y/N good luck” Kirishima said.

”Thank you” You said.

”This will be a good fight. You and Bakugo are really strong” Mineta said.

You will fight against Bakugo in thirty seconds. You start to stretch out your arms and legs. Bakugo goes to the field first then it's your turn.

Endeavor and All Might are watching the fight between you and Bakugo.

”Y/N has gotten stronger. Tell me, All Might are you going to be his mentor? Not many will take Y/N because of his father” Endeavor said.

”Y/N is nothing like his father. He will be a good hero, he needs a lot of training” All Might said.

Endeavor didn't say anything, they keep watching the fight and it's intense. You and Bakugo are neck to neck. Bakugo started to use his powers to the max, the explosions are intense. But you still can block it but not for long. You used your quirk to go underground.

”Come out and fight me!!” Bakugo yelled.

He is getting ready, when you come out then he will want to attack you. But you have a trick up your sleeve when you came out then Bakugo kicked you in the stomach then started to punch you. One of his kicks hit you in the nuts.

MT lady, was going to stop the fight but you and Bakugo stopped her. You punched him in the face then, You start to run towards him and putting a metal pole that hits his nuts and knocks him.

”Enough!” Eraserhead yelled.

He used his powers to stop you and Bakugo. But Bakugo is passed out and you can't use your powers for a while.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

After what happened at the sports festival, All Might became worried about you. You are at home with your mom and siblings, you used to stay on campus but they sent you home. You are in your bedroom and you using your laptop. Your little brother barged in your bedroom

”Y/N! All Might is here!” He yelled with excitement.

Your eyes opened wide.

”Seriously?” You asked.

”Yes!! All Might is here!! I will ask if he can sign my poster!! Do you have a marker, Y/N!?!?” He yelled.

You gave him a pen.

”No!! I want a marker!! My friends will be so jealous!” He yelled again.

You gave him a sharpie and he smiled big. He runs to his bedroom, to get the poster and collectible action figure toy. You go to the living room and he is drinking tea with your mom. All Might is in his form.

”All Might, what are you doing here?” You asked.

”I came to see you and talk to your mom. I see potential in you to be a good hero, but you have a lot to learn. I still have a lot to teach you” All- Might said.

”Y/N if you want to go back, we will always support you. I will want you to follow your dreams and never let the past stop you” Your mom said.

”I want to be the best hero. But I'm not sorry what I did to Bakugo” You said.

”We will work on that too. Y/N pack your belongings because you are going to camp” All-Might Said.

You nod and your brother did get All-Might’s autograph and a picture. Your mom packed a bento box for you and All-Might. Before leaving you hugged your mom and left with All Might.

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All-Might and other teachers will go camping with the students. The students will learn to control their powers and go to their med level, learn survival skills, and work together.

Everyone is surprised and happy to see you. Everyone just met the Wild, Wild Pussycats are one of the four hero teams that founded the Union Affairs Office. They are veterans and well known for their teamwork.

Somehow everyone in the camp found out who is your father. You don't know how they found out or who told them, but you don't care what they have to say. You just ignore them.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

Class is over and you packing your stuff. You are friends with Midoriya and you do get along with the others too. Expect for Bakugo and other students from different classes.

”Y/N, do want to join us for lunch?” Midoriya asked.

You were going to say something but everyone noticed All-Might is by the door.

”Y/N, lunch?” All-Might asked.

”Okay” You said.

”Y/N later meet us by the lake for a swim” Iida said.

”Sure” You said.

You leave and follow All-Might to somewhere private.

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”Y/N I want to show you something” All Might said.

”What is it?” You asked.

He changed into his skinny form.

”This is my true form” All-Might said.

”I know” You said.

”Wait-when?” All-Might asked.

”I saw you training Midoriya at the beach. That's when I saw you transformed and I was surprised by it” You said.

”And you never told anyone?” All-Might asked.

You shake your head.

”No. I'm not that kind of person” You said.

You and All-Might start to eat.

”I fought your father All For One before. You are nothing like him not even close. Y/N, I did mean it when I said you will be a good hero. I want to help you achieve your goal” All-Might said.

”I hate him so much. Growing up, he would abuse me and my family. I want to be a hero and I want to help you stop my father and I don't care how we will stop him. I know he was the first to use all for one power but he only used it for evil” You said.

All-Might can see the hate you have for your father in your eyes. He changed the subject to cheer you.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

You and All-Might found out the camp is under attack. You or All-Might can't call for help because there is no good signal. You and All-Might run towards the camp and he transformed.

Your father is attacking the camp with his team. All For One looks at you and All-Might

”You have no chance to stop me” All For One said.

You glared at him.

”I will beat you to a bloody pulp” You snapped.

Tomura and Dabi want to fight you and All-Might. Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Mineta are fighting the other villains. Now All-Might is fighting Dabi to get to your father. Now you start to run towards your father but Tomura will try to stop you. But you went underground get away from him

”I wanted to punch you in the face for a long time!” Bakugo yelled at Tomura.

Bakugo punched Tomura in the face and he falls down hard.

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You and your father start to fight and he isn't holding back. You are not holding back either, You start to punch him in the chest then did a combo to his face.

”You are weak like your mother. You will never defeat me” All For One said.

All-Might starts to help you. Your father is using all his powers to stop you and All-Might. You were going to kick him in the face but he grabbed your leg and threw you towards the ground. All-Might used his ultimate move to stop him before he hits you.

You struggled to get up but you won't give up. You see his pressure points and that's where you will attack. You start to use all powers to attack him, your father is taking blows to his body. All-Might is also giving him major blows to the body. Then you gripped on his arms tight that he starts to bleed. Then ripped his arms off so he can't use his quirk anymore. He falls down to the ground and you are breathing hard.

”Y-”

You passed out.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

You, your friends, and All-Might end up in the hospital. They start to worry about you and go to see you. The doctor told you that you need to rest for a few weeks without using your powers.

Your friends saw you and they all hugged you. You are in pain and they are really happy you are getting better.

”Y/N we are happy that you finally woke up” Midoriya said.

”It’s good to see all of you” You said.

”We don't care who is your father. We know the real you and to us, you are our friend and a hero” Iida said.

Everyone agreed with him. You know he is telling the truth and he wouldn't lie about it.

”We got this for you. It's a get well gift bag. Y/N-” Midoriya said.

He didn't finish his sentence because Bakugo said something.

”Good to see you are awake,” Bakugo said and left.

”You too” You said but he didn't hear you.

Everyone stayed for a little more and ate dinner with you. Later they leave the room and you start to write a letter

{Next Day}

They all go to your room but it's empty. You left the letter on the bed and Iida starts to read it out loud.

”I had a good time being friends with everyone. I won't forget everyone and the good times we had. This isn't goodbye forever just means we will see each other later. Please take care of each other... Okay I won't read the last part” Iida said.

Mineta grabbed the letter and read the last part.

”It says PS, fuck you Bakugo” Mineta said.

”I’m going to miss him” Midoriya said.

”We will miss him too. But I feel he will come back” Todoroki said.

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You and your family left Tokyo after what happened, your family wants to avoid the reporters. It won't be easy but your family just wants to lay low for a while. You didn't tell anyone where you are going to live and you also left a letter for All-Might, letting him know that you will be okay.

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blueluneacy · 4 years

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“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” for Diavolo? 😳 (PS ur my favorite blog mwah)

Diavolo... I’m so glad I’m getting more Diavolo requests I want that man to beat me to death

Warnings: possessive behaviors, yandere, implied kidnapping, knife play, blood play, cutting

You gasped as you heard Diavolo growl over you, clutching the bleeding wound you had inflicted on the man, your knife on the floor. God, were you really this stupid? You couldn’t figure out how to escape, how to run away, so this was your only option left. To try and fight back against your capture, against this man who had kept you locked in this mansion of his, forced to act as his lover. This was all you could think of really. Maybe if you found back, then you would find a way to free yourself from this madness. Of course, it ended with your single attack, barely nicking Diavolo’s cheek before you were tackled to the ground, the knife clattering far away.

“You know, cara, if you wanted to include things like that into our fun, you should’ve warned me first.” Diavolo growled, his voice at a low husky tone that made you shudder as he ran a hand down your cheek, wiping some of his own blood onto you.

“Because I know you wouldn’t be so foolish as to think you could hurt me, right? Because if you did think about doing things like that…” He squeezed a hand around your throat to emphasize his point. “I would have to break your neck and watch you flounder.”

You did your best to cry out, trying to squirm away to try and regain your breathing, but Diavolo was just too strong, holding you down as he saw fit. It was always how he saw fit, but that didn’t mean that it was always the best for you. When you finally started to see spots crawl into your vision, he released your neck, watching the way you gasped and sputtered as you tried to normalize your breathing, smiling as you slowly lost focus on him. Now that wouldn’t do. He leaned over to grab your lost knife, ripping up your shirt.

Well, if you wanted things like this involved, cara, you should’ve just asked. I’d love to add a few marks on your body just to show how you’re mine.” His voice brought you back to him, starting to squirm as you felt the tip of his knife dig into you, causing a pinprick of blood to appear on your stomach.

“W-Wait, Diavolo, P-Please don’t, I-” You tried to beg for some semblance of mercy, but Diavolo only raised an eyebrow.

“Tesoro, you know you’re supposed to call me Signore. I have no reason to be polite with you now.” He told you, and you were cut off by your own scream as Diavolo dug into your stomach without mercy. His movements were quick and skillful, cutting into your flesh elegantly as if you were no more than soft butter. You cried out as you felt the searing pain of the knife, rivets of your own blood running down your body and dripping onto the floor in a small puddle underneath you. You gasped as you felt Diavolo lift his knife, placing it to the side and looking over his work, as if he were an artist and you were a painting freshly varnished. You didn’t dare to take a look at what he had written, knowing that it would only make you more sick and agitate the wounds more. Diavolo just smiled and leaned in, smearing your blood onto his shirt, and you knew that you would be tasked on making sure that it was pristine during the next load of laundry, painstakingly taking out every single stain.

“Why are you crying? I gave you exactly what you wanted, bella. Or is it that you’re that sore of a loser?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you, but you just turned away, looking to the side. Diavolo just hissed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat. You’ve been a brat all day, and I’m not going to deal with it anymore.” He told you, leaving you to whimper as you attempted to lean in, trying to kiss your Signore in hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain and make Diavolo get off you so that you could care for the new wounds that he had left on you.

But Diavolo relished in the kiss, in the way that your body was warm against him, your heat and blood mixing together as one. Now, you were truly marked as his.

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