#mama i'm in love with a cannibal

[hazbinnez]

i know we only know of it through comments on livestreams but i'm already going feral over alastor and his mother

#i'm sorry but the violence-loving terror-inducing cannibal demon serial murderer becoming a genuine kind and loving person around his mama? #can't be normal about it even if it's just implied #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel

[jyoongim]

I'm sorry to add to your likely ever growing list of requests but may I pitch an idea:

Alastor absolutely head over heals for a married reader, but since his mama raised him right he'd never make a real move. He's sure he can show you he's sooo much better anyway, and you'd leave your husband for him eventually.

BUT then his rut hits and the chivalry goes out the window no matter how hard he tries to stay sane and he just NEEDS reader right NOW, wedding ring be damned.

Title: UNWILLINGLY YOURS❤️‍🔥

Part 2!

warning: Reader is married! Non-con sex (I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I COULD WRITE THIS????) possessive, jealous, obsessive behaviors, one-sided pining, breeding kink/impregnantion, Al is a homewrecker!!!, husband is a sweet bean!, rough sex, creampie, marriage guilt

Let me know if I’m missing something!!

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You were a constant face in Cannibal Town. You often helped Rosie at her Emporium, helping her sell her goodies, have a good chat, and help those who come to see the female Overlord.

You could often be found in an apron splattered in blood with a sharp grin on your face.

Alastor found you adoring. He thought you were the sweetest thing that ever graced Hell.

So imagine the way his shadow simmered when he saw a wedding ring shining on your finger…

The Overlord’s eyes narrowed when he saw your husband would come in, greeting Rosie and before the sinner could locate you, you were chirping happily as you jumped into his arms, dragging the man to taste what you had been cooking.

He knew it wasn’t right.

To lust after a taken woman.

But seven hells were you beautiful.

You considered Alastor a friend. You were oblivious to his flirting and often thought he was just teasing.

He was a well-mannered demon and the two of you had a lot in common.

He deemed himself the better man.

Your husband was average. Alastor couldnt understand why you married him.

You needed someone strong and powerful. 

Someone who would worship the ground you walked on.

Someone who would worship you like you deserved.

You deserved to be spoiled, having things at your disposal at just a glance.

Alastor could give you all of those things if you just said the word.

If you would just leave your husband…..the world could be yours.

But all the gifts, flowers, and dates didnt seem to get through your head.

You kindly reminded the deer that you were married and you adored your spouse, but you gave him your appreciation in his efforts.

So like a gentleman, Alastor backed down. If you truly loved your husband than who was he to mess up a happy home?

But that desire to have you all to himself never went away.

You suited Alastor.

Your manners,personality, interests…

You were his perfect standard.

But you were already someone else’s.

But Alastor could wait…

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“Rosie I haven’t seen Alastor around, he hasn’t fall ill has he?” You asked the tall woman worriedly.

Rosie waved a dismissive hand “Oh he’s fine dear. he always goes into hiding every now and again. Probably just busy at that hotel of his”

You tugged your lips, the treat you had been making was one of the red demon’s favorite.

Maybe you should go and check on him?

After all…He was your friend.

”Im gonna take him some treats. I just want to check up on him.”

You knocked on the double doors of the hotel and waited.

You knocked again.

You heard some shuffling and then the door opened.

”What are you doing this way darlin?” 

You smiled softly seeing Alastor, holding up the goodies

”Hadn’t seen you in a while and was just worried that’s all. I was making these and know how much you love em”

The overlord let you in and you took in the hotel lobby.

It certainly had character.

You noticed Alastor hadn’t moved from the door and instead was staring at you. You tilted your head “You look like you wanna eat me Al” You wiggled your tail at him, smirking playfully

“But I doubt ill taste as good as these goodies I worked so hard on”

That seemed to snap him out of it as he cleared his throat, he escorted you to the radio tower.

Alastor was losing it.

His rut had came sooner than he anticipated and he has locked himself away until he had control over himself.

All he could think about was you.

And how you would look covered in his cum.

Covered? No that would be a waste…but if you were filled that was a different story.

Everyone had went out on some activity Charlie had planned so Alastor was holding the fort.

He had been stroking his cock, fisting the raging organ until it was pulsing and leaking. He had been thinking of you, the object of his affections and desires.

On your knees and begging to suck him.

He could feel an orgasm readying to erupt when a knock at the door interrupted his fantasy.

He growled and stomped to the front door when a familiar scent caught his nose.

You.

You were here.

Making sure he was okay.

You had been worried about him and even made him a snack.

Oh what a sweet thing you were.

If only you were his wife.

Alastor let you in, eyes raking over your figure as you looked around the hotel.

Eyes settling on the sway of your hips, before he heard your voice breakthrough the fog of desire.

”You look like you wanna eat me” you giggled.

 You were being playful. 

He knew that. 

But when you wiggled your backside, flickering your tail that set him off.

He was on you faster than you could blink, hands settling on your plush hips. His lips skimmed your ear “You would be even sweeter than these treats you’ve made.”

You shivered, trying to shrug him off “You’re just saying that”

Alastor chuckled as he nuzzled you, teeth nipping at your shoulder

”Oh I’d never lie about you darlin”

Your cheeks flushed and you went to move away from him when he pressed his hips against yours.

”A-Al?”

He growled against your ear, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

”You dont understand the effect you have on me my dear. It is taking everything in me to not have my way with you” 

You tried to jerk away from him, but he held fast, a soft frown showing on your face.

”Alastor… t-this i-is inappropriate Im..you know I’m married”

The second the word slipped from your lips Alastor let out a feral growl, twirling you around to face him.

His eyes were black and pupils narrowed as he bared his teeth at you.

”That is irrelevant to me dear. You think I care of your bond to that pathetic excuse of a man?”

You went to hiss at him. 

Bared your fangs and defended your marriage.

But Alastor found your anger to be his tipping point as he slammed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard.

Your eyes widened and you gasped subconsciously, making the red demon lean into you, swallowing the soft protests and whines you let out.

”A-Alastor..N-No I can’t…” you pulled away pushing against him, but the male didnt let you get away.

He sought after your lips, wanting to have his tongue down your throat. Sweet poisoned words spilled from his lips as he pressed you into his chest. 

“You’ll have to indulge me my dear. Youve been plaguing my mind for a while now and while I despise your husband, I respected you to give you space…”

A large hand wrapped around your neck, tightening. He tilted his head at you “However…you have approached me while I’m in season and reason have been slipping.”

In season? Your head was reeling. The fuck was he talking about… Oh!

Alastor had deer features… he…he was…

”What will your dear husband think when I send you back to him filled with my cum?” Alastor purred snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, taking a step back, but he followed you.

You were pressed into a wall before you melted into the wall and found your back on a soft surface.

Alastor was on top of you, claws digging in your clothing; a rip met your ears and the cool air had you covering yourself.

“Alastor!” You yelped. The red demon grabbed at your hands, revealing your bare body to him.

Skin smooth like butter and free of marks. Your ample breasts were full and round, rising and falling with your rapid breathing.

His large hands kneaded the mounds, pinching and tweaking the soft peaks. His eyes roamed your soft stomach that was littered in stretch marks and slightly rounded, filtering into wide hips.

Satan you would look lovely carry his spawns.

“Al please! Let me go. I-Ill forget all about this incident and we can just pretend it never happened.” You placed your hands over his to slowly move them off your chest, he didnt protest.

 You knew Alastor. 

He wouldnt hurt you

His brain was just all twisted from hormones, he'll gain some sense.

Your breath caught when he pressed his nose against your heat.

Your thighs vibrated as a purr radiated through his chest.

”Such a sweet cunt” he mused, inhaling your scent.

“A-Al dont…i-I’m…I’m pregnant” you pleaded, trying to close your legs around his head and softly pushing him away from your intimate region.

Alastor stiffened at your words.

His eyes snapped to yours and then to your stomach.

Anger boiled inside him.

Pregnant? How dare someone-

“I-I wont tell my husband. We can just pretend this didnt happen. Just stop now and ill go” you tried to reason with the demon.

His eyes narrowed as a vicious growl ripped through his throat

Your husband…that’s right you weren’t his. You were married.

But he could fix that problem.

Alastor’s cock twitched at the thought.

”Oooh my dear that’s alright” he grinned up at you as he teased your slit. He lowered his head back between your legs

”Afterall…I would love to see you carrying my fawns”

Your eyes widened and before you could question him, Alastor sucked your clit into his mouth.

A ragged cry tore from your lips as the red demon lapped at your cunt. ”A-Al-lastor!”

Alastor swallowed the nectar that began to flow. 

You tasted better than he imagined.

Sweeter than honey.

He groaned as he pushed his tongue into your velvet walls, twirling and swirling to lap every drop your cunt produced.

You were trying to wiggle your hips away from him, but Alastor held your hips steady, nipping at your clit in warning.

Oh your husband had no idea of the treasure he had Alastor thought flicking your clit with his tongue. 

Such a perfect cunt.

Your soft groans of protests were music to his ears.

Suck. Lick. Flick. Repeat

Alastor tortured your poor puffy clit until your hips shuddered and rolling against his tongue. He moaned latching onto your cunt as you cried out, your nectar exploding into his mouth.

You panted as your heart thumped in your chest, feeling your body buzz as you floated.You took a deep breath maybe this was enough. Maybe he would let you go home.

You felt his kiss around your inner thighs and lick one final stripe up your slit, before moving his head from between your thighs.

Hes satisfied now…go-good…now to-

A heavy weight slapped against your thigh making you tense as you looked up at Alastor with horror in your eyes.

Tears welled in your eyes as a sob bubbled in your throat “N-no…no no no no no no!” Alastor’s hands cupped your cheeks as he tried to comfort your pleas, using his knees to widen your thighs.

”Its okay darling” he licked your wet cheek “You were such a good girl for me such a good girl” you felt him pepper your face in soft kisses. You pushed at his broad chest, hands pushing at anything you could shove, you shook your head in denial as he trapped you underneath him “Im pregnant! Y-You can’t! Please dont” You sobbed.

Alastor hissed, that jealous feeling rearing  “yeesss pregnant your husband must be so happy” you gasped as he pushed both your thighs to your chest, keeping them spread to expose your cunt and no pressure on your soft bump.

His cock stroked your cunt, angry red tip leaking as he rubbed against you.

“Your husband dont deserve you. You should be with a man who is feared and respected. Will worship you and the ground you walk…” He purred when his mushroom tip caught your clit

“Who can bring you to the peak of pleasure easily” 

Using his weight to hold your legs, he wiped the tears that streaked down your face, before slipping a hand between you.

“Al…N-no! AH!” The cry didnt even fully leave your lips when Alastor slotted his lips on yours as his hips slammed against yours, cock breaching your gummy walls, stretching.

Alastor’s antlers grew when he felt your cunt squeeze around him, he pulled his hips back and pushed back in, groaning into your mouth when your walls gave way to him.

He chuckled against your lips.

Oh you were divine…

No way was he letting you go…

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“Oh that’s my good girl yeeesss I knew you’ll be good for me”

Alastor rasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, hips ramming into yours.

You couldnt even acknowledge his praise as he fucked you.

You felt numb.

dirty.

You had broken your wedding vows to your husband.

”You take my cock so well, knew you would. Such a sweet cunt.”

Alastor fucked your pussy like it was his.

Your body covered in love bites, sweat, and cum.

so much cum.

Alastor had emptied rope after rope of creamy cum inside you, filling you up til it pooled under your ass.

“You’ll look so pretty carrying my spawns doll. You take my cum well…fuck! Baby that’s right milk this cock take my cum take it fuck!”

Your back arched and a soft mewl left your lips.

He let out a low hiss as he slotted his hips against yours, cock twitching as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him, releasing another load of cum inside your womb.

Your thighs shook as he thrusted against you softly.

Alastor whispered sweet praises and affections against your skin.

”you take me so well”

”sweet cunt and its all mine”

He pulled out of you with a wet pop and yours flopped, a steady stream of cream dripping from your abused hole.

He licked from your neck to your hair, purring 

”that’s my girl”

Your body finally had enough and your vision went dark.

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“Honey you had me so worried! Thanks for bringing her home Alastor” your husband said appreciatively to the red demon, who smiled at the man. Your husband kissed your cheek as you walked through the door, he looked you over “Why dont you head to bed hmmm? You seem tired”

Alastor smiled wickedly “Yes do get your rest dear. Wouldnt want to faint again”

Your husband thanked the Overlord for bringing you home and as you turned to head upstairs, you heard him say to your husband

”Congratulations to you both by the way. Shell make a fine mother” you paused slightly before heading continuing up the stairs. Your husband laughed and thanked him again.

But before the door closed, Alastor watched as your husband ran behind you, you offered him a small smile that didnt meet your lips. As the man pulled you into a kiss, not seeing the tear that ran down your cheek. Your husband tried to palm your ass, but you quickly grabbed his hand.

His eyes followed the two of you going upstairs.

Alastor smirked watching a stream of cum run down your leg.

Yes congratulations indeed.

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Part 2 is linked and posted!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader #jyoongim #alastor the radio demon #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #Alastor smut #yandere smut #soft yandere

[scoutswritingcorner]

Can we have Reader ovulating so she's VERY horny x Alastor? (I'm ovulating rn and ovulation hornyness is no joke)

The Best Medicine

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW:NSFW- MINORS GO- 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: As a transman- I totally understand Anon. I hope you feel better. ALSO SORRY I WAS STRUGGLING SO HARD TO WRITE A FIC- But I was only able to do headcanons- ALSO THIS AFAB GN!READER

-🦌 First off all let me say this, his mama raised him right. A gentleman and will love you no matter what. But he’s still a little confused about everything so if you don’t mind explaining it to him he’d be grateful. Don’t be embarrassed about anything he’s a serial killer and cannibal, he’s not embarrassed about a little blood.

-🦌 Now- He’ll help you in anyway you want. But he’ll stop you if it makes him uncomfortable so when you do ask for him to fuck you, he’ll most likely use his fingers more often than not. Don’t worry, he’ll be extra careful with his claws.

-🦌 If he doesn’t, don’t worry he’ll let his shadow take his place and man..it can do wonders. He’s still watching so it’s up to you if you feel down for that.

-🦌 But for this request let’s say he is willing to go all the way to help you out, he’s dicking you down until your nothing but a whimpering mess under him. Doesn’t matter which way you wanna bend, he’s not letting you up until you're a blubbering and whimpering tearful mess under him.

-🦌 His still fully clothed and if you do end up getting his clothes a little bloody (it happens, nothing to be ashamed of) don’t freak out he knows the easiest way to get blood out.

-🦌 Oh will definitely use his tongue as well, the taste of blood and the fact he’s pleasuring you? Making you happy and feeling better? This makes him happier than you, he just wants you to be happy.

-🦌 Afterwards? He’s running you a hot bath and running off to change the bedsheets, get you some warm clothes and some jambalaya. You need to eat and hydrate after such a long session.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor hazbin hotel #gn reader #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x gn!reader

[6lostgirl6]

Ayeee bebe can you write something for me where you and your (shitty) friends get captured by the Hewitts and Tommy immediately takes a liking to you and basically begs his mama to not kill you and, seeing as he’s never acted like this about a girl before, she’s says okay. Basically you don’t really care that your friends were killed cause they were shitty to you all the time and you develop feelings for Tommy and you guys fall in love and maybe a part where a victim hurts you trying to get away and Tommy goes full protective murder man mode on them then he fixes you up…….? THANK YOU 🖤❤️

(Un)fortunate Circumstances

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

TW: cursing, bullying, gore, character death, implied cannibalism

You were sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard located behind the dorms of your college. You kept re-reading the letter, hands trembling and hoping that somehow the letters would change and release you from this situation.

It was offically spring break and you were ecstatic to finally spend time away from your friends that has causes nothing but heartache throughout the semester. However, the letter in your hands changed your plans in a second.

It was a letter that offically declared the passing of your grandfather, attached with it was his will, declaring that you were now the rightful owner of his estate and surrounding land in the middle of Texas. When you were a little girl, you used to visit him during the summer to spend time with him. He was lonely since he lost his wife a couple years before you were born and he always looked forward to your visitations. However, it has been nearly a decade since you last visited him and you felt your heart breaking at the realization.

Still, you could feel the stress beginning to build at the problems you would have to deal with over the course of your vacation. Discussing your grandfather's funeral, arranging the estate, decide if you even wanted to keep the damn thing, etc.

As you continued to ponder, you were unable to detect two college girls heading towards you.

"What's this?" You heard before the letters were snatched from your grasp, the delicate paper threatening to tear. "A letter from a secret lover, y/n?"

"Hey!" You quickly stood and turned towards the group, instnatly recognizing them as your college 'friends.'

Tabitha, the leader of your friend group read through the letter as Alex snickered behind her. "Aww, your grandpa died? That really sucks." She said, fake sympathy in her tone.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Okay, Tabby, can I have that back now? That's important." You tried reaching for the letters but Tabitha quickly dodged from your reach.

"Oh my god! You own an estate now?!" She practically screamed in excitement while Alex stepped closer to read the letters in her hands better. "Shut up! We could totally use this for a huge party!"

"Wait, no, no, that's not happening!" You interjected, quickly snatching the letters from her hands successfully which made her glare towards you. "I'm not even sure what I want to do with it. I was gonna-"

"Like, check it out? We should totally go with you!" Alex interrupted, your other friend that was practically Tabitha's sidesick that copied everything she did.

You shook your head and turned to grab your satchel resting on the bench. "No, that's alright."

"No! We insist, you shouldn't go alone, anyways, there could be like murderers or something." Tabitha said, grabbing your shoulders and giving them a little shake. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

'Not like you would care if I died anyway.' You thought to yourself.

Fuller, Texas was ever changeless. Despite how many years it has been since you last appeared, it seemed that not many structures have been replaced. However, when your vehicle passed through the small town, you noticed the lack of civilization.

When you were younger, there were plenty of people that roamed the streets doing their usual activities, now it seemed completely deserted. You were envious at the solitude because your friends have done nothing but complain about the heat and boredom.

"Are we almost there yet?!" Tabitha exclaimed, fiddling with the a/c despite it already being at the highest setting.

Your hands directing the steering wheel clenched, annoyance seeping through your conscious. "We just need to go further down route 17 and we'll be there." You replied, slightly seething at her behavior.

After thirty minutes of driving and preventing yourself from steering into a tree, you have finally arrived at the estate. Throughout the entirety of the drive down route 17, you only drove passed one police car.

The building was old and seemed to be falling apart in some places, however, it looked perfect. You weren't expecting the sudden sentimental feeling to creep into your chest, staring at the building as Tabitha and Alex quickly left the car to run up the porch.

"Fucking hurry up, y/n!" Alex yelled, staring towards the car that you still resided in. "We wanna use the bathroom!"

You sighed to yourself before exiting the car.

However, before you could head up the creaky steps of the porch, you could hear the sounds of sirens and tires disturbing the gravel a little ways down the road.

You turned towards the sound, confusion plastered in your features, noticing it was the same police car that you've seen in town. After pulling up onto the makeshift driveway, the car parked just near your own vehicle. You were slightly unnerved while Tabitha and Alex stepped down from the porch to take their place next to you.

The sheriff turned off the sirens and the engine of the car before stepping out, placing his hat upon his head. "Afternoon, ladies." He greeted, thick Southern accent lacing his words. You quickly noticed the shotgun he pulled out of the front seat before shutting the door.

Tabitha and Alex refused to say anything, a little apprehensive while you continued to stare at him unsure, yet you tried to remain calm at the situation.

"Afternoon! Is...there something wrong?" You asked, watching as he headed towards where you were stationed. You tensed a little, eyeing the deadly weapon as he gave you three a smirk.

"Just making sure you ladies ain't up to no good here." He responded, peering at you over his shades, "Man that lived here passed away recently, from my knowledge he had no family."

"Oh! He was actually my grandfather, I was supposed to look after this place for a while." You corrected softly, lightly pushing Tabitha away as she tried holding your arm.

"Got any proof of that miss...?"

"(L/N). It's in my car if you'd like to take a look, Officer..." You glanced towards his badge, "Officer Hoyt." You replied, small smile.

"Go on then, ain't got all day." Hoyt replied, gesturing to your car with the barrel of his gun. He was starting to get a little hostile and you didn't want to set him off by being slow.

You nodded and quickly started to head towards your car, the officer following behind you while your friends crept along, holding each other. The sight made you want to roll your eyes but you didn't want the man with the gun to think you had an attitude.

"It's in my glove compartment." You informed, unlocking the car and leaning in to take out the letters you safetly kept stashed away.

*Click*

You froze, eyes widening at the distinct sound of the shotgun being cocked and feeling the pressure of the barrel against the back of your skull. You slowly raised your hands by your head, the papers held in your shaky grasp.

"Now, we are gonna take this nice and easy and set you girls in the back of my car. Think ya'll can do that?" Hoyt prompted, glancing at the other girls that were close to pissing themselves. "I wasn't askin' nicely!"

Tabitha was sobbing, gripping on Alex as they both hesitated in going into the police car. "Sir, please-"

Alex quickly chimed in, without a doubt esculating the situation further. "What kind of sheriff are you?! You can't do this!"

"Just get in the fucking car, dammit!" You shouted, frustrated and a little scared that your friends were going to get you killed since Hoyt had no problem keeping the barrel against your head. "Just fucking listen to him!"

"You heard the lady." He smirked, placing down the shotgun. You barely had a moment to take a breath before he roughly grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and drag you to your friends.

Tabitha and Alex quickly stepped back and watched as Hoyt opened the door to the backside and practically threw you onto the seats. With little persuasion, your friends quickly followed.

Hoyt was getting ready to slam the door closed before Alex decided to make one last statement. "You can't do this! I know my rights!" Her words were choked behind the tears that streamed down her face.

Hoyt leaned down slightly, peering over his shades to look at her with a scowl on his face. "You have the right to shut the fuck up." With that, the barrel of the shotgun was pointed right in her face.

Tabitha screamed as the shotgun boomed loudly, Alex's brain matter scattered across the seat and decorating your clothes and faces. As Tabitha continued screaming in fear, Hoyt closed the door and placed himself in the driver's seat. Without another word, he turned on the engine and started making his way out of the driveway and down the road.

You couldn't scream, you couldn't even cry at the situation you were in. You didn't know if you were simply going into shock or shutting down. Yet, the image of Alex's face caving in from the powerful blast of the shotgun repeated itself in your mind on a tangent loop. Yet, you couldn't feel anything other than relief. Relief that it was her, not you.

After a few minutes, Hoyt glanced at the rearview mirror, capturing your gaze as it peered into his own.

"You're an awfully quiet one." He smirked before returning his eyes to the road. "Tommy would sure like you."

'Tommy?'

You flinched as Hoyt abruptly slammed on the breaks, nearly launching Tabitha and you out of your seats. The entire ride, Tabitha had been clinging onto your arm, sobbing into your shoulder as you resisted the urge to push her off you. Throughout the journey, your mind had completely shut down and you were just now able to analyze your current surroundings.

You glanced through the window beside you, pressing your forehead against the glass while Hoyt grabbed his shotgun and exited the car, muttering to himself something you couldn't make out. The building you were parked near was an estate, slightly bigger than your grandfather's. You continued looking around, slightly nudging Tabitha away and noticing a barn along with other structures including a cattle pen and junkyard.

"Thomas, get your ass out here, boy!" Hoyt boomed, slamming the door closed with a slam causing you to flinch slightly.

Tabitha took this moment to make things a little worse, gripping your shoulder desperately and whispering in your ear, "W-We need to get outta here. You and me, we gotta escape." Her tears continued dripping down her cheeks and you wondered when she would finally become dehydrated and keep quiet.

Suddenly, the sounds of revving machinery and a door slamming open and closed filled your ears. The deafening sounds caused you to quickly pull away from Tabitha to gaze through the glass window. You gasped, seeing the behemoth of a man charging towards the vehicle with a chainsaw raised above his head in a threatening manner. You quickly backed away from the window as the enormous being paused in front of Hoyt, as if awaiting instruction.

You realized that this man was Tommy.

You watched the exchange, words from Hoyt muffled and it was hard to understand what he was saying.

"Now I want you to take this pretty bitch," He gestured towards Tabitha, "down to the basement for supper, you understand?"

When the giant man simply nodded he continued, a smirk growing on his face. "I brought you somethin' special, boy. Pretty, young plaything for you since you lonely."

The colossal man hesitated before turning off the chainsaw's engine and making his way towards the car in large strides. Practically ripping the door off its hinges, Tabitha screamed as Alex's bloodied figure was carelessly thrown out of the car. Thomas proceeded to grab Tabitha and drag her out of the car. You forced yourself to wedge away from her grabbing hands in an effort to save herself.

With a loud grunt, Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her from the seats, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and rushing away to follow Hoyt's instruction. Her screeches fading away as he entered the house.

You were about to open your car door until Hoyt turned towards you, leaving you frozen as you awaited for your own fate.

'Oh, shit.' You thought to yourself, watching as Hoyt made his way over to your side and yanked the door open. Not even a second later, he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of the car.

You struggled to adjust your footing, hopelessly trying to prevent yourself from falling flat on your face. However, the sheer force of Hoyt's rough handling resulted in you resulted in you slamming into the ground.

"Fuck!" You cursed, feeling the stinging sensation on your palms from scraping them against the dirt and small pebbles.

"Damn bitch, you really are we-!" Suddenly, Hoyt's words were cut off with a shout, his grip ripped away from you and you took the time to situate yourself to sitting on your ass.

You gasped a little, glancing up and witnessing Thomas hovering over Hoyt menacingly, breathing heavily and without his chainsaw. Witnessing that, it insinuated that he ran to your aid. "The fuck's the matter with you, boy?!"

Thomas ignored him, turning towards you and bent down to, you assume, to manhandle you like he did with Tabitha. However, you were surprised when instead, he proceeded to check over you.

His giant hands hesitated as he grabbed your wrists to check over your own. The surface of his hands were warm and on the verge of engulfing your own as he checked for any signs of serious injury.

He grunted in irritation, seeing the small cuts on your palms from your fall and giving Hoyt a look. Without bothering to listen to the smaller man's complaints, he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. He placed you over his shoulder, more gentle and secure than with Tabitha, hand gripping the back of your thighs to prevent you from falling or struggling in your opinion.

He quickly walked away while you clung onto the dirty fabric of his shirt in slight fear. You didn't know what he was going to do to you or what he did with Tabitha.

As he entered his home, you expected him to throw you down into the basement, however he turned the opposite direction and headed into another room. From your upside-down perspective, you figured it was the living room. He paused in front of the couch, slowly and carefully placing you down on the cushions.

You looked upward, staring at him as he turned to take a seat besides you, breathing heavily and avoiding your gaze, his own towards the ground.

You felt a little sick, realizing you thought he looked attractive in this moment.

You hesitated, not wanting to set him off by bothering him further, yet you couldn't relax until you had some answers, answers for your fate. "Tommy?"

Tommy barely acknowledged you, head tilting in your direction without tearing his gaze away from the wooden floor.

Finally, you could feel the tears cloud your vision, "Am I going to die here?"

Apparently not.

A couple days have passed since you've arrived at the Hewitt house. Survival wasn't necessary too difficult after you discovered your purpose for staying alive.

You were supposed to be Thomas' wife, that much was given when Hoyt kept making horrid jokes that were borderline sexual about you and Thomas' relationship or lack thereof. Despite your 'relationship' just starting, Thomas' been very touchy and overprotective. Whenever Hoyt would bother you, he would grasp your wrist and pull you out of the room.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, taking out some plates to prepare for dinner, taking some of the load from Luda Mae. The rest were somewhere in the house, Thomas most likely in the basement or outside. While setting down the plates on the table, you still felt a little sick. Your mind replaying the traumatic event of eating Alex during your first night here. You shuddered, refusing to remember how much you threw up when Hoyt teased you about your supposed friend.

You gasped, feeling an arm wrap itself around your throat while the other wrapped around your waist. Instinctively, you struggled against the attacker, hoping in vain that you were able to throw them off.

"S-Stop struggling!" You froze at the sound of Tabitha's croaky voice that was on the verge of disappearing, eyes wide. "Y-You need to help me."

"Tabitha..." You wheezed, struggling a little more which only made her grip tighten. "You're hurting me..."

"I-I don't want to..." She whispered and you gasped, feeling the sharpness of something poking your side. You quickly realized it was a knife that she must have grabbed while you were distracted. "But I will if you don't help me..."

"Damn you." You managed to muster up as your friend began leading you towards the exit of the kitchen.

"J-Just listen to me, I wanna leave but you can stay and I won't tell anyone. You just need to let me escape." She glanced around before nudging you to the hallway. "We're gonna leave through the back."

Despite yourself, you smirked as you listened to her instructions and headed down the hallway. The bitch finally wanted to be a badass. As you made your way to the door, that smirk dropped.

Quick as a bullet, you forced yourself against Tabitha, slamming her into the wall with yourself as added weight. Tabitha yelped from the force, struggling to right herself as you pulled away.

"Thomas!" You took this time to rush down the hallway, however arms wrapped around your legs, causing you to slam into the ground. "Fuck! Hoyt, Hoyt!" You screamed as Tabitha tried crawling onto you.

"What in the hell?!" You heard the distant voice of Hoyt from the other room and never thought you would enjoy hearing him yell around the house. "Thomas!"

"Hoyt!" You screamed, struggling against Tabitha as she tried pinning you down. "In the hallway!"

Hoyt appeared around the corner, shotgun in his hands as he assessed the situation. "How the hell you get out, bitch?!" He yelled, pointing the gun at her.

"Fuck you!" She yelled and with sudden strength, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and bent you back uncomfortably. You paused as you felt the knife press against your throat again. "I'll kill her, I fucking swear!"

The smirk returned on your face, calling her Bluff yet you decided to entertain her. You knew she wasn't a killer and you knew she was going to die here.

The hallway was still, quiet, before a smirk begin appearing on Hoyt's face, lowering his shotgun. "Why don't you tell that to him?"

Slow, booming footsteps behind you made the beat of your heart quicken before the looming shadow of a person shrouded you and Tabitha in darkness. Heavy breathing made your racing heart skip a beat.

"Thomas..." You whispered to yourself.

"What the fuck..." Tabitha croaked before glancing behind her, screaming when she saw the monsterous creature standing over you. "Fuck! What the fuck!"

Using her distraction, you managed to push her off, crawling away towards Hoyt as Thomas' rage-filled groans and revving of an engine filled the air. Pausing at Hoyt's feet, you glanced behind you.

Thomas gripped your friend by her shirt, using his profound strength to throw her against the wall. Using his momentum, he plunged the spinning chain through her chest, her yells turning into fatal screams. Flesh ripped apart and blood spashing everywhere, your friend fell to the ground as your man pulled the metal out from her chest.

Hoyt glanced down at you before returning his gaze to Thomas as the giant man turned off the chainsaw. "Clean this shit up." He left without another word.

Thomas was staring towards the ground where your friend's mangled body was resting. He grunted before turning towards you, his dark eyes boring into your own.

You smiled towards him as he made his way over to you. In that moment you realized, that Thomas was always going to be your protector, despite these unfortunate circumstances.

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[mooncalf87]

Do you have headcanons for Alastor and his mother?

YES I'm so sorry this took me so long to anwser

Also I cant think of a proper name for Alastors mama so we are just referring to her as "alastors mama" in this

Inspiration for a few of these come from the appleradio fic "Permission to Touch" on Ao3 by Nyou! Its an amazing fic, you all should go and read it :3

Alastor and his Mama hcs <3

Alastor got sick a lot as a child, and some of his best memorys were his mama taking care of him

She didn't pass away until after Alastor was killed

Alastor never moved out because he never saw a real reason to, and his mama was just fine with that.

She was a cook in life

There was almost CONSTANTLY music playing in their home

Alastors mama helped him start his radio broadcast in life! Without her he would've never been able to accomplish everything he did

Mimzy and Alastors mom got along great!! Mimzy was one of Alastors only friends so she hung around their house a lot

After Heaven and Hell start working together in peace, Alastor gets to see his mama again (who is an angel)

She is not proud of alastor for all the terrible things he has done, but he is still her baby, and she has all the love for him in the world.

Alastor brings his mama to Cannibal Town! No one trys to eat her because "any family of Al, is a friend of ours." Alastor introduces his mama to Rosie, who immediately hit it off and become friends. Alastors mama shares all the embarrassing Alastor storys to Rosie <3

Alastors mama LOVES everyone at the hotel. Especially Charlie! She reminds her of herself when she was young

They can't spend more then 24 hours in a realm that they weren't assigned to at death, but Alastor and his mama visit each other a lot

In heaven, Alastors mom has a close friend group that consists of Emily, Molly, and Sir Pentious! She's shocked when she finds out Molly and Pents relations to the hotel/hotel members

In heaven Alastors mama owns a restaurant <3

Alastors mama doesn't know many of the other overlords very well (other then rosie), but she likes Carmilla Carmine and her daughters a lot

Alastor doesn't come to heaven as much as his mama comes to hell to visit him, people up there are still not as welcoming as Hell can be

His mama loves Lucifer. So much. Thinks he's the sweetest little guy

Her form is a sheep! She's just about as tall as Alastor, maybe just a few inches shorter.

Alastors mama LOVES to draw! She is an amazing artist

(These next ones include appleradio, so if you arnt a fan of that ship, you've read all I've got to offer! :)

Alastor and Lucifer don't tell als mama about their relationship for a little while! She is originally apprehensive about Luci due to the fact that he is the literal DEVIL, but they tell her once she starts warming up to him

She is very excited about their relationship!! She can see how much they care for each other in their little actions (like covering another with a blanket if they're cold, little sweet stuff like that)

Once alastors mama realizes that Luci isn't this big scary guy like he's said to be in heaven, she warms right up to him. They love gossiping together

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[0bituarius]

My Personal Alastor Headcanons

Not because I'm a simp or anything ahahahah.... All SFW aside from some cursing of course. :)

I am sleep deprived and stupid so some of these maybe shit and have terrible spelling errors. My mind is running at 3% and some of these were spontaneously made up because that's how my mind works. Enjoy.

📻 Viv let us play with Alastor's sexuality and so I hc he is demisexual (totally not me projecting and basing it off my own experiences, nahhhh...) and he rarely falls for anyone, but when he does he falls HARD.

• That being said, the flirtation begins. He is terrible at it... He respects boundaries and is incredibly respectful but he 100% butchers pickup lines because he genuinely thinks our generation likes those.

- "If you were a vegetable you would be a cucumber."

- "Do you have an extra heart? Mine was stolen."

- Can demons have strokes? That's probably what you are saying

- Angel Dust hears and DIES. Surprisingly gives some solid advice.

- "Stop with the pick-up lines. Just be yourself and it'll work, trust me, ya weirdo..."

- So he does. AKA secretly follows you, will randomly spawn to open doors for you or pull out chairs, chivalry isn't dead, dear! Also tells you about his grizzly murders in his lifetime, if anyone disrespects you prepare for your knight in shoulder pads, will be slick and dedicates one of his radio shows to you and plays an old song from his day. Makes you SWOON. Angel is proud.

- Also likes dates to Cannibal Town and introduces you to Rosie. She thinks you are the cutest thing in the world, prepared to be coddled by both.

📻 He likes to play dress up with you if you let him. Picking out your wardrobe is SO fun for him.

📻 Is a top tier cook. Usually prefers meat and will cook that for you, but if he finds out you are a vegan/pescitarian/etc he will do that. Gets excited when you compliment his cooking.

📻 HE HAS A SECRET TAIL HE IS ASHAMED OF AND I WILL NOT HIDE IT. I LOVE WHEN POWERFUL CHARACTERS HAVE A MILD INCONVENIENCE THAT MAKES THEM LESS SCARY.

📻 He learns words and if it's not from Rosie... Be prepared because it gets bad and gets cringe.

- "Ah! Darling, I heard some demons today as I was on a stroll, they were from your era. What is a mee-mee?"

- "I see... I see. They also said the word "gyatt" to a woman, I assume that is a compliment, so my dear, you have a-"

- You stop him right there, explains what that means and he short circuits. He walks over to the corner and just places his head against it. "I would like to be alone for a while..."

- "If mama knew I said this she would beat my ass to next Tuesday..."

📻 I know it says he's not big on touch but I HC he really doesn't care. He never seems to show any recoil from it, but maybe its just if its strangers?

📻 Will educate you on everything he knows on the macabre and morbid.

📻 Will FORCE you to sit down and check out vintage stuff. Watching TV? Not anymore, there is a microphone cane through it. Charlie has bought you like six phones now...

📻 He is overall an attention seeking puppy.

📻 Does things that get him praise. He WANTS his ego boost and knows you'll give it to him.

📻 Gossips with you about everyone and anything, listens to you rant and will give some genuinely good advice unless its like about an ex or something.

- "Simple, dear! Just kill them."

📻 Jokingly (?) tries to get you to sell your soul to him.

- "All in jest, don't worry! I think the look on your face is HILARIOUS!"

📻 If he sees you upset he tries to make you smile.

📻 If you are short he will put things on the top shelf and stifle a laugh as he watches you try to get it. Bless Husk and Angel for getting it for you.

📻 Angel is the only male he doesn't really have a problem with, hence when he hears about Valentino he has a bit of anger, also just because he thinks hes gross and perverse. Someone like that doesn't deserve to be breathing.

📻 Whiskey is his forte. VERY picky with his drinks, he doesn't like the cheap stuff like Husk does. A lot of people say he drinks wine but I imagine he only likes the hard stuff.

📻 He is the type of man to leave the toilet seat up. Vaggie has voiced her opinions on it.

📻 When he got Niffty out of that toilet he probably waited until the bubbles almost stopped. He's a little bit of an asshole.

📻 Actively pranks Husk. Someone save the cat-man...

- Switches his alcohol with non-alcoholic and sees how long it takes him to realize or get drunk even though he's not.

- Plays poker against him but will actively cheat to make sure he wins 100% of the time.

- Puts cucumbers down to scare the shit out of him.

📻 Since he is a deer demon (a Stag at that) he is VERY territorial, especially of the Hotel. This is HIS home. Will never admit it though.

📻 ✨Sweet Southern Boy✨ (Not really a HC I just wanted to say that, nor is he really sweet)

📻 He hides his accent. It will come out though when he is extremely extremely angry or when he is extremely relaxed.

📻 Will wake you up by staring in your face, you may or not have screamed once.

📻 Bullies Sir Pentious. He's still pissed about him ripping his tailcoat and he holds a grudge.

📻 Also not a headcanon but doesn't mind personal space, will come into the bathroom as you shower for conversation and draw on the steamed mirror. If you ask him to stop he will and completely understands.

📻 Sits and stares at a wall sometime.

📻 Gets everyone to taste his coffee, it is mostly coffee grounds.

📻 Has ate a dog demon on more than one occasion. Unapologetically.

📻 You know those compilations of like people getting hurt on youtube? If he used the internet that shit would be the funniest thing in the world to him.

📻 Uses 1920s slang to confuse everyone.

📻 Jealous.

- Plationic: Um... He's your best friend, right? Why are you giving attention to others when he is RIGHT THERE. Oh? They can do that, well he can do it ten times better. Watch what else he can do! Yeah, he's the coolest, right?

- Romantically: Time to butt heads and flex every possible way. Will RUIN the person's confidence, the psychological warfare begins. He is the better one and he must make it known. If they start flirting with you, blood will be spilled.

📻 When people try and lecture him it goes in one ear and out the other.

📻 His hair tufts are his ears, that may actually be canon, not sure.

- If he gets comfortable enough and you scratch behind they he MELTS. It scared him at first but once he first fell asleep it was nice.

📻 Will tell you about his mother constantly. Bases a lot of his morals and being a gentleman off how his mother taught him and treats women like ✨queens✨

📻 I HC one of his biggest problems with Lucifer and why they had tha number was because he was absent in Charlie's life so much and since his dad left him and his mother he believes absent fathers are the worst. He believes you have an obligation AS A FATHER to be the best you can be and raise your child.

- Absent father? Will bully so hard. He hates them to a fault, even if it wasn't their fault. He refuses to take criticism on it and its one of the things he is most stubborn about. Man got some daddy issues he doesn't want to talk about.

📻 His daddy issues lead to abandonment issues.

📻 His mom passing away will make him be extra attentive if someone he cares about is sick.

- Will check in and only really care if it's the girls.

- Will probably tell the guys to suck it up. Rip.

📻 Touch and affection starved and just doesn't show it. I don't care if it's not in character, let me project my issues in peace.

📻 Says the most out of pocket shit just for shock value.

📻 Rosie teaches him things he isn't allowed to say.

📻 His favorite body part to eat is the heart. He thinks it's poetic.

📻 Owns a record player because of course he does.

- If you want him to try modern day music, you best be getting vinyls.

- If you pull up Spotify he will feel betrayed.

- "So... My radio show isn't good enough? You need some... Application to play music for you?"

- Will guilt trip you and not feel bad. You already use phones and social media, like... Will only indulge if you play HIS type of music, and even then he will bitch about how it sounds better on the record player and how he play it on his show instead.

- I clearly know nothing about how radio shows work and I don't care.

⚠️Mildly suggestive depending on who you are:

📻 Likes boobs, he just likes sleeping on them. He was a mama's boy and he probably rested his head on his mother's chest all the time growing up.

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[loveandmurders]

Hello!! This is one of my first time requesting so forgive me if it’s a little confusing. Could you write something with Thomas Hewitt where his SO has a size kink but cause they’re like insecure about their like medium height (around 5’5) they think they’re too big and tommy comforts them? (Nfsw or fluff) :)

Thank you so much you make such wonderful stuff so I had to ask <33

Hey love, here you finally are! I'm so happy I've done your first request, and I hope you will enjoy it very much <3

BIG, BIG BOY

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: no proof reading, mention of cannibalism/killing/violence, very insecure reader, kink size, NSFW ending (reader receiving)

You were helping the Hewitt family by taking care of the gas station with Mama. They were trusting you enough to leave you there and you had to admit you were quite enjoying yourself. It was nice to talk to people and to lead them right into a death trap. You were always letting know Hoyt or Tommy when you were spotting the perfect group of tourists who could die and be served for dinner. 

You felt useful and you liked how Luda Mae was praising you once you were back home with her, telling you you had done so well, and that the family was so happy to have you. Hoyt always rolled his eyes at that, and Tommy would shyly kiss the top of your head in silent pride. He loved how you seemed to fit so perfectly in his family, no matter how dark the situation was. You didn’t seem to mind the killing at all and it was a relief because he wouldn’t know how to live without you by his side. You were his little ray of sunshine, and you made it so much easier for him to get up every morning and to do his duty. He wasn’t just killing for his family now, it was also to feed you. And he was more than eager to take care of you, like a good partner.

The only thing you both hated with the way things were, was you often spent your day apart from each other. He was at home, in the basement, or at the meat factory while you were at the gas station, or sometimes doing chores in the rest of the house. You could only be together at night or in the early morning.

Today was a little bit different because Thomas was at the gas station too. He was putting away some of the meat in there so the tourists could buy some if they wanted to. And he was also carrying big boxes of goods. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him doing so. The way his muscles were flexing, the way he was so easily carrying things away, the way he was so focused on what he was doing… God, you were getting horny just by staring at him. After a little while, he felt your eyes on him and he came closer to you, thinking you might be wanting to ask him something. You looked up at him. You couldn’t get any hotter now he was so close to you. So tall next to you.

You had always found Thomas very attractive, and the size difference was definitely killing you. You had always had a thing for tall men, and Tommy wasn’t just tall, he was big and strong. You would have let him take you right on the counter if he had wanted. This was so unfair to be so hot, and you promised yourself to have some funny business in bed right after dinner tonight. You wanted him so badly.

You noticed he was getting very confused as he gently cupped your face to get your attention and you shyly giggled. You were often staring at him - it wasn’t your fault if the man was the most attractive thing on this whole planet and that he was all yours, right? - and he never really understood why. He clearly didn’t see him as attractive, especially because of his face and of the way people always treated him.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to disturb you in your work” you smiled and he softly shook his head “You’re so disturbing mine though” you giggled and he frowned at that. You took his hand and gently kissed the back of it to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, on the contrary “You’re really nice to look at, you know. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when you’re in my field of vision, that’s all” you winked and you could imagine him blushing under his mask as he looked away. He couldn’t understand how such a pretty and cute thing like you could enjoy him that much. But he was not complaining. “Are you thirsty? I can find you something” you offered, always eager to take care of him as good as he was taking care of you, but he shook his head. He really needed to get back to work and to be as soon as possible at the meat factory.

It was a pity because you would have enjoyed observing him the whole day. You pouted up at him and kept his hand in yours a little longer. Mama was outside, talking with a few tourists and the station was all empty. You just wanted to enjoy a little more of his presence while you could. Tommy really couldn't say no to you so he stayed there, gently stroking your fingers, while you were enjoying the view.

“Am I too clingy?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t annoying your gentle giant but he was quick to shake his head once again and to use his free hand to cup your face once more. He leaned closer so your foreheads could rest against each other. He never had that kind of attention in his life before you, and he was loving every second of it. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and he would never push you away.

When Mama came back inside, she asked Thomas to quickly finish his job so he could go help Hoyt at the meat factory. You both reluctantly let go of each other. Luda Mae gently told you that you shouldn’t distract Tommy from his work and you apologised. And later in the day, as Hoyt came by, he also blamed you for Thomas being late and other kinds of things.

You hated how your insecurities so easily woke up. Just those few words and you felt pretty stupid. Of course the family needed your big boy, and you should have known better. Family was going first and you couldn’t be selfish. And once you were starting to listen to those mean voices inside your head, you couldn’t make them shut up. They reminded you how ugly, fat, idiot, boring and pathetic you were. They reminded you that the man was probably getting tired of you and he would very soon get rid of you. They reminded you that you didn’t deserve the kind of happiness you had with him because you were worthless. You were so small compared to Thomas, you clearly didn’t have enough to give him.

Because the gas station stayed pretty empty all day, you had nothing to distract yourself from the terrible words eating you alive from the inside. You hated yourself when you were letting insecurities hurt you that way, and it was only fueling the voices. You couldn’t wait to go home and to bed, hopefully with your gentle giant by your side.

Tommy noticed how silent you were at dinner. At first he thought you might be just a little bit tired. However he was almost certain there was something else. He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself in your shared bedroom. And he promised he would make things better, or he wouldn’t forgive himself for being a bad partner to you.

He helped you with the dishes, before guiding you upstairs. You watched his strong figure and you shivered in desire. At the same time, the mean little voices started to rise again and it forced you to look away from him. How could you deserve him when you were who you were? You weren’t enough. You never had been, and there was no way you would ever be.

You closed the door behind the two of you and he locked it up. He didn’t want anyone to disturb the two of you. He had wanted you so badly earlier and he still did. He needed to feel your skin against his, he needed to make you happy. He cupped your face with both his hands and gently pressed you against the door. You whimpered. You had to tiptoe to try and reach for his lips, and despite that, you were still too short to do so. You pouted. You wrapped your arms around his neck and then you softly jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. He very easily grabbed your thighs to support you.

“Can I?” you whispered as you reached for his mask. You always asked permission before removing it. And he always had a moment of hesitation before answering. No matter how many times you saw his face, he couldn’t suppress the fear that one day you would find him disgusting and repulsive.

He finally nodded and you smiled as you carefully removed the piece of leather from his face. You happily hummed, stroking his cheek before leaning for a kiss. It felt so good to be in his arms, to taste his lips, to be alone with him.

However the nagging voices inside your head were preventing you from fully enjoying the moment. You could feel how hard Tommy was getting against your crotch and you didn’t want to ruin the moment. But you had to ask.

“Hey, baby” you softly whispered and he hummed to let you know he was listening to you and you could keep talking to him. “Am I… good enough?” you heard yourself saying and you cringed so hard. You really were so pathetic. “I mean I know I’m not the prettiest and I’m quite fat and short, and I’m not the smartest either but…” you continued before biting your lips to stop talking. You didn’t even dare looking at Thomas anymore. Fuck you really ruined the mood now.

Thomas was completely lost. He softly let you get back on your feet and you tried to not start crying, because you just wanted to be in his arms. He cupped your chin to make him look at him before signing:

What?

There was no other word that came into his mind. He just couldn’t understand how his perfect little darling could think such a thing about themselves. He frowned when you looked away in shame. No, no, no. He knew what it was to be insecure about himself, and he would not allow you to feel the same. You were perfect! How could you not see it?

Would you undress yourself for me, please?

You almost thought you didn’t understand his gestures correctly.

“Why?” you asked

Because I want you to know how I see you. He explained and you nodded at that. You trusted the man more than anything.

“Alright, but help me. I want to feel your hands on me. I’ve wanted you the whole day” you whined and he gently smiled at you.

He wouldn’t deny you. He came closer again and he started to help you get rid of your clothes. He took his time so you could enjoy the warmth of his skin on yours. Goosebumps were spreading all over your body.

Once you were naked, he took your hand to guide you toward the only mirror of the room. It was settled on the wardrobe and was allowing you to see yourself from head to toe. Thomas was behind you and both his hands were gently stroking your sides. You watched his movement in the mirror and you tried to not think of how hot the situation was, softly shivering under his touch.

I’m going to touch all my favourite parts of you. He signed as you kept watching him in the mirror and you nodded. 

You felt a little bit worried despite the strong desire you felt. 

He turned you around to kiss you and to stroke your face with so much love and tenderness. You felt yourself relaxing a little under his attention. After a few kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks and down your neck, he put you back fully in front of the mirror. He caressed your shoulders and your arms before taking your hands in his. He hugged you from behind for a little while until he felt you fully leaning against his chest. Then his fingers moved up your arms again and his hands went on your chest and belly and sides. He was always a little bit shy when it was about touching you, even in bed or under the shower. He really was afraid to make you feel uncomfortable and sexuality was something he learnt with you. But the way you were all against his chest and waiting to be shown how much he loved your body was making him bolder. He caressed your skin for a long time, showing you he loved every part of you. He wasn’t too good with words and he didn’t want to say something wrong, so he had thought that using his big hands would be a good plan. He nuzzled into your neck as his fingers traced down from your sides to your butt before going to the lower part of your belly.

His soft caresses had first allowed you to relax and to feel loved. Your mind had focused on the touch so you had been able to quieten down the voices. But now, his fingers were driving you wild. It felt like a fire was consuming the skin he was stroking. In the mirror, you could so easily see how big the man was compared to you too. Taller. Broader. Stronger. You badly needed him.

He was about to kneel down and gently caress and kiss your legs but you brought his right hand on your sex. God, his calloused fingers were going to drive you insane. You let your head go down on his torso as you watched yourself. You could see how your own eyes had darkened with lust and you opened your legs a little wider.

“Please, Tommy” you begged “I really need you” you whispered.

As always, the man couldn’t deny you. Your hand was still on top of his and he let you control the pace and the gesture you needed to get some sexual relief. You never stopped watching yourself. The sight was only adding to your desire. And it seemed it was the same for Thomas. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, and his member was getting even harder against your back. The fact that the situation was also making him horny made you feel better about yourself.

“You like my body then?” you asked in between moans of pleasure and he quickly nodded before kissing the top of your head. “I’m not too small or too big for you?” you insisted and it made him pause in the pleasure he was giving you. You whined and grinded against his fingers. Your sex was way too tingly to stand this. He quickened the pace as a way to apologise as he softly groaned into your ear in a way to ask you to stop thinking such things about yourself. With his free hand, he signed Perfect and it made you smile.

“You think I’m perfect?” you hummed and he nodded again “Well I think you’re perfect too. You’re so hot, Tommy, I swear it should be illegal” you babbled as pleasure always made you talk so easily. Not that Thomas minded; he loved to hear praises falling from your lips when he was doing a good job with you.

He continued to play with you in front of your image in the mirror until you came all over your legs and his fingers. You softly panted and rested against his chest a little longer before turning around and hiding your face against him. You closed your eyes. You heard Tommy sucking on his fingers, because he couldn’t let your juices go to waste, before tightly hugging you. You looked up at him.

“Do you need help with anything, big boy?” you asked with a little mischievous smile, feeling so much better now.

And once again, Thomas eagerly nodded at you

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x s/o #leatherface x y/n #leatherface x s/o #leatherface x you #leatherface x reader #slasher x you #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n

[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

#Iron Fist 🥊 #my writing #boxer!miguel o'hara #boxer!miguel #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #boxer!miguel x author!reader #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x fem!reader #atsv x you #age gap relationship #miguel my love

[radioisntdead]

You mentioned doing Susan and Reader type things, let me bring up to you:

Reader is Susan's adult child or Niece/Nephew. How do you think that would go? Would she be boasting them up like she does to Rosie or would she be nitpicking them all the time? You decide!

Good evening my dear! I'm gonna scream about Susan now, we don't see much of her but I adore grumpy old people characters (in fiction)

Let's start with child headcanons,

You POOR POOR CHILD, Susan definitely has a key to your home, did you give it to her? Probably not she's the type to MAKE a key, or pick the lock, look me in the eyes [?] And tell me this old woman doesn't know how to pick a lock,

She's definitely seen and done some shit in her [After?] Lifetime, you could be making dinner and she just breaks in strolls on in and starts going on about her childhood and it's just the most messed up Parent Susan lore, she also doesn't care for boundaries, doesn't matter who you are, your boundaries are being invaded, she doesn't like when others invade your boundaries through, only she can do that after all she's your mother! She assumingly birthed you,

Or picked you up from the side of the streets

I don't know how she acquired you

If you have a spouse, Mama Susan does NOT like them, doesn't matter if they're the king of hell or whatever, No one is good enough for her baby,

Heaven forbid if it's someone she already doesn't like, like Alastor for example.

That being said she wants grandkids, you don't have to spawn them, just pick one up off the streets I'm sure there are orphans in hell! Especially after extermination day

She's definitely the type to grab your cheek, squish it and just go "Have you been eating at all?!? Fucking skin and bones!"

Then she just gives you some poor demons leg to munch on, yum!

I feel like when she can make a mean cannibalistic meatloaf, but nothing else,

Maybe soup, but who can't make soup?

[I'm so sorry if you can't make soup, Don't worry I'll make you some so your not soupless]

She's definitely the type of parent to send you to your room without dinner, or keep you at the table until you finished up your meal, or smack with the cane

Honestly if we go with if she was alive in the 1800's {?} And not hellborn {also Susan DOESN'T HAVE A WIKI PAGE? GIVE OUR MEAN OLD LADY A WIKI PLEASE- /j}

Depending on your gender you definitely get raised differently, because sexism was horrid back then, woman didn't get the rights to properly vote until the 1920's, She was long gone by then.

if you're born a gal she's all

"Be more ladylike! No man will marry you if you act like this"

She loves you, and in her mind it's for your own good because society is NOT kind to those who act different than the status quo, she cannot spare you the same fate she got, she wishes you were born in a different time, in one where you'd have more freedom.

she'd lighten up after death because, you know y'all are dead, and man fuck social status that's dead now, she prefers cannibal town as to wherever you were during life

If you were born a lad then you got a ton of

"Be a gentleman! Don't be a dick, don't duel people!"

A son meant she got a pat on the back, she was capable of producing an heir, or whatever old timey crap was going on, she hoped you did NOT turn out to be a product of your environment.

I feel like she'd be very active in feminist movements back then from the shadows, she definitely earned her rights to be grumpy old lady

ANYWAYS THATS OFF TOPIC,

All in all, she's not the WORST mom, but she definitely traumatized you, I feel like y'all healed your mother-child bond in hell {that's a sentence I never thought I'd write}

NOW ON TO THE NIBLING {?} Niece/nephew

She's the single probably wealthy Aunt that probably killed her husband but no one can prove it, completely different from above, she did NOT have a child with niblings [I think that's the right term please correct me if wrong]

If she did have a offspring, congratulations your cousin is often compared to you and y'all probably have a strained relationship.

Anyways any time she sees you she either goes in for the hug and if rejected makes a comment about today's youth and respect, or she doesn't go in for the hug and rambles about today's youth being too touchy,

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing."

Susan when near you.

She gives great Christmas presents though, she just like throws it to you and says she got it last minute and then it's just like 200$ present,

Or if she REALLY doesn't like you, your getting one of those cringe tshirts that's like "look out ladies, I'm a gamer"

OKAY SO ANOTHER LOVELY ANON REQUESTED A THING WITH GRANDCHILD AND SUSAN I'M WORKING ON THAT NEXT, I'm gonna take a nap first though, Thank you for tuning in!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin susan #susan & reader

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Kiss Me More

Warnings: Smut, fluff, g!p soft?dom Nat, daddy kink?

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You and Nat wanna get alone time but your kids keep interrupting. (Aliana: 7 months, Alex: 2-3)

A/N: Don't worry! I'm posting 2/2 of my short series, I just haven't finished it yet <3

You wake up, the morning light shining through the blinds. Groaning, you toss and turn till you hear a noise outside the room. “Tasha.. do you hear that?” you nudge your half-awake wife. “Yeah it sounds like the baby.” you almost immediately spring out of bed, gesturing Natasha to follow you.

You two run into the kids shared room, picking up Aliana. “Shh.. shh Ali mommy's here don't cry.” you look over to the other bed, “Nat is Alex up?” she glances at the sleeping toddler, looking back at you. “Nope, he's passed out.”

You sigh, adjusting the baby to your hip. “Wake him up, what do you want for breakfast darling?” she smirks, kissing the corner of your lips. “Is you an answer?” you giggle, kissing her cheek. “That would be cannibalism Tasha.” she raises a brow, “Don't try to be smart with me kotenok.”

You laugh, “But seriously Nat, breakfast?” she hums, “Hmm.. waffles?” you nod, walking to the door. “Alright, wake Alex up okay?” “Yup.” you blow her a kiss before leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen.

You put the baby down safely on the kitchen counter, looking at her. “Ali you wanna help mommy make breakfast hm?” she just babbles as a response, as she hasn't learned how to speak properly yet.

You kiss her forehead before heading to the fridge. Opening it you look for the ingredients you need, grabbing some milk and eggs. What else..? Oh! Sugar.

You open the pantry, seeing as the sugar is at the top shelf. You groan, getting on your toes trying to reach for it. You feel a hand on your waist, yelping slightly. “Nat! What the f– you scared me.” she chuckles, grabbing the sugar and putting it down on the counter. “Ha ha. That's hilarious, let's laugh at our wife.”

She mixes the batter as you take out the waffle maker. “Hey buddy, how'd you sleep?” you ruffle his hair, setting the device down. “Good?” he sneezes, following you around. You get a worried look, looking down at him. “Tasha! Can you give Alex his allergy medicine?” she nods, picking up the toddler.

You finish making the waffles, putting them on 3 plates and setting them on the dining table. “Mo–mmy!” you look over at Aliana, “Aww sweetie you hungry too? This isn't for babies Ali. Here I'll feed you okay?” she smiles brightly at you, making your heart melt.

You sigh, “Natty are waffles okay for babies her age to eat?” “Uhh.. yeah. Just small portions.” you smile back at the baby, “It's your lucky day after all cutie.” she scrunches her nose, you pick her up. Putting her on the high-chair, grabbing a baby bottle.

After breakfast the four of you sit around in the living room, Natasha on the floor struggling to play cars with Alex as you breastfeed Aliana. “You're doing great honey!” she waits till your son turns around to flip you off.

“Hey.. you guys wanna go to the Zoo today?” Alex's face lights up, he practically jumps up in the air. “Yes! Mama p'weasee mommy said yes, and she's your wife you should listen to her.” Natasha laughs at his antics, “As far as I'm concerned mommy listens to me buddy.” Alex huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Okay.. we can go.”

He climbs onto Natasha, hugging her tightly. “Thank you mama! Love youu.” she chuckles, kissing his head, “Love you too Alex.” “Since the kids are already ready, we should go get ready too.” she looks at you and nods.

“Alex. Watch your sister we'll be back okay sweetie?” he looks up at you, putting his thumb up. “Good boy, don't mess up the living room sweetie.” you set the baby down on the couch, getting up to leave.

“Come on Natty.” she follows you into the bathroom, you slip off your dress. “What should I wear?” she struggles to keep eye contact with you, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Uhh.. something casual I guess.” you squint your eyes, looking up at her.

“Yeah?” you move closer to her, lips so close to touching yet so far away. She smirks, colliding her lips with yours. “Yeah.” you get on your knees, taking her pants off, her hardened cock pretty practically springing out.

You wrap your lips around the tip, easing her length into your mouth. You feel her body twitch underneath you. “Fuck.. detka–” she brings a hand up to your hair, forcing her dick into your warm mouth as you coat it with saliva. She leans against the wall, moaning softly. “Such a good girl.. taking daddy in so well.” her breath hitches as you run your tongue against it.

She shoves herself deeper into your mouth, making you gag on it. “Mmh.. 'gonna cum baby, you ready?” you nod, your head bobbing up and down as you suck on her. She comes into your mouth, you let out a moan. “Yeah, swallow it all down like a good little slut.”

You swallow her cum all down, pulling her cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following. “Mama, mommy what's taking you so long!?” a knock on the bathroom door. “Sorry Alex! We'll be out in a sec sweetheart.” you squeak out. “O'tay!” you hear his footsteps fade off somewhere.

You look up at your wife, “Help me up?” she smiles, holding out a hand. You grasp onto it, getting off of the floor. “Let's actually get ready before the kids break down the door.” you laugh, picking out some clothes.

You and Natasha leave the bathroom, to see Alex with the baby on the floor right next to him. “Alex.. why is your little sister on the floor?” he grins innocently, you sigh, bending down to pick up Aliana. “Nat! You got the keys?” she nods, jingling the keys in her hand. You get up with the baby in your arms, “Come on Alex, let's go.” he smiles, holding onto your hand as the four of you leave the house.

You put Aliana in her car seat, while your wife helps Alex put his seat belt on. “Alex, keep an eye on Ali okay?” he nods. You take a deep breath, closing the back seat doors. “Okay.” “She'll be fine baby,” Natasha says as she gets into the drivers seat.

You get into the passenger seat, putting on your seat belt. “Yeah, I know.. I just worry sometimes.” she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, “It's alright, I'm here for you.” you smile, kissing her cheek, rolling your eyes when Alex says: “Eww!”

She starts the car, driving off. “How far is the Zoo from home?” she shrugs, leaving the neighborhood. “Not too far.” you look out the window, humming.

10 minutes later, closer to the destination. You look behind at the kids, “Aww..” she glances at you. “Are they asleep?” you nod, “Yeah.” “You should wake them up in a bit detka.” you hum in response, “I'll wake them up when we get there.”

You look out the car window, “Speaking of getting there.. we seem to be pretty close.” you eye the giant "Zoo" sign. Natasha parks the car, and you both get out. You open the back seats, gently waking up the kids. “Wake up, we're here babies.” Alex flutters his eyes open. “I' a big boy. Not a baby.” he crosses his arms, getting out of the car. Natasha lifts him up on her shoulders, making him scream in joy.

“Yeah but you're mommy and mama's baby.” he smiles, admiring the scenery. You slowly pick up Aliana, rocking her in your arms. “Tasha can you get the stroller out?” you say, closing the car doors.

She takes the stroller out, you bend over, strapping the baby into the stroller. “Where to first?” Alex points afar, “Tigers!” you sigh, pushing the stroller with you as all of you go to the tiger exhibit.

“..Is now a good time to tell you that I'm terrified of tigers?” “Why would you be? They're cute as hell.” you glare at her, walking to the tigers in the glass barricade. “Of course you aren't, my strong Avenger wife.” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. You try to hide the blush on your face as she does.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” you meekly nod, squeaking out a “Yes...” you trail off till you see her hold Alex's hand. “You were talking to our son, of course you were.” “He's adorable.” you smile, “Yeah I know, we made him.”

You bite your lower lip, coming up with an idea of some sort. Clearing your throat, you look at Natasha and Alex. “Alex! Wanna go to the petting Zoo with your sister?” he quickly nods with excitement.

You push the stroller, walking out of the exhibit and making your way to the petting zoo. “Yay! I can bite the animals!” you widen your eyes in shock, “No! Alex what did mommy and mama tell you about biting animals?” he lowers his head sadly, “To not bite them..” “Yes. Don't bite the animals buddy.” you hide the laugh you were about to let out since you arrived to the petting zoo.

“Alright, we're here. Alex, me, and mama are dropping you off okay? Tell the nice lady over there to call us if anything happens sweetie.” he nods, picks up his sister, and waddles over to the bunnies. You smile, waving the kids goodbye. You get on your toes, whispering something to Natasha. “Meet me in the car.” she smirks, “Oh? What for?” you gently kiss her lips, “I think you know.”

You get into the back seat of the car, waiting for your wife. She comes back, getting into the front seat. You poke her shoulder, “Nat.. come to the back seat.” she opens the door, climbing into the back seat. “Why are you doing this?” you kiss her softly, “Mm.. because?” she smiles into the kiss. “Because?”

You look up at her innocently, “Cause.. I want to?” “Yeah but, why now?” you give her a peck on the lips, “Well, we couldn't finish what we were doing back home because the kids interrupted..” “And that was?” you glare at her, slowly pulling off your skirt.

“You know what that was.” she looks at you with lust filled eyes, “No I don't.” you pull off your skirt, sitting down on her lap. “Should I remind you?” “Yes.” you smile, slowly grinding yourself on her thigh.

She leans down, and kisses you passionately. You let out a soft moan, kissing her back. She gropes your ass, pulling your body closer to her, as you press your breasts against her chest. She flexes her thigh muscles, holding onto your hips as you grind yourself on her thigh.

“Fuck.. Nat–” she pulls you into a deep kiss, locking your lips together. Pressing the back of your head against the car window, moving both of your hips together. She breaks the kiss, looking down at you. “Natasha please..” “We can't do this right now.” you pout, looking up at her. “But darling—” you get cut over the phone ringing.

You huff, picking up the phone. “Hello? This is Mrs. Romanoff.” you hear screaming in the distance, "You're son..." you widen your eyes, hanging up the phone after the caller stops talking. Quickly putting your skirt back on. “We couldn't have done anything anyways, who the fuck have you been letting around our son? I'm guessing Thor.” you open the car door, getting out.

“We'll have time later baby.” she gets out of the car as well. “You. Have been edging me all day,” you trail off, walking towards the petting zoo. “I'm sorry detka.” you walk into the small building, looking around for the kids, “Sorry doesn't cut it.” she bends down, whispering in your ear, “Don't worry kotenok, when we get home I'll fuck a 3rd baby in you.” you blush, “Well, hopefully this 3rd baby isn't like Alex.. Alex!” you call out to the toddler.

“Hi mommy!” he smiles, with Aliana next to him. You bend down, picking up the baby. “Buddy.. when me and mama told you not to bite the animals, you weren't supposed to bite the other kids.” he nods, “Oh..” Natasha picks him up, nuzzling her face to his cheek. “Mama!”

“Tasha.. I was scolding our son for biting people can you not– whatever let's just go home.” you kiss the top of Aliana's head, walking back to the car.

Natasha holds the car door out for you, “Well isn't someone being a good wife?” “Yes ma'am.” you laugh, getting into the car. “Come on Natty.” she smiles, “Yup,” she gets into the drivers seat.

You smile, rolling your eyes playfully. “Just drive us back home Nat.” she starts driving, pulling out of the parking lot. “Whatever you say princess.” you look out the window, “Natty, what do you want for dinner?” “What did you have in mind?” “Uh.. like rice and stuff?” she nods, driving past the Zoo entrance. “That sounds fine.” you kiss her cheek, watching her glance at you. “Eyes on the road darling.”

She turns back to driving, you turn around to check on the kids. Quietly gasping in awe, “I would say, turn around the kids are sleeping. But you're driving so...” you take out your phone, taking a picture of them. “I'll show it to you later.” “Mhm.” you turn back to the window, “Are.. we home yet?” she smirks, “Almost.” you huff impatiently, “Okay..”

She drives through the gates, parking in front of our house. “Finally–” she gets out of the car with me, “Let's go inside before they wake up.” you nod, opening the back doors, picking up the kids. “They're deep asleep.” you two walk into the house, “We're finally home.” you smile, going in the kids room. Placing the kids in bed, “What do you wanna do now Y/n?” “We could..” you trail off, pulling her into your shared bedroom.

“We could..?” she locks the door, making her way over to you. You take off your top, “We could do something?” she kisses your neck, “Like what?” you press your lips to hers, “Tasha you know what.” She pushes you to the bed, getting on top of you. “Natasha..” she places a kiss on your collarbone, “Natasha please I just–” she cuts you off, kissing you. “Shh.. baby I just wanna take care of you.”

She shoves her tongue between your lips, your moans muffled as her tongue swirls through your mouth. She breaks the kiss, pushing herself up off the bed. “Wanna be in you so bad baby..” she almost rips off your panties, running her finger through your folds. You squirm underneath her, “Mm.. Tasha stop teasing me..” “I'm not teasing you, I promise. Just be patient.”

“But.. Natasha I need you inside me.” you look up at her with pleading eyes. “I.. fuck I can't wait any longer,” you clip off your bra, tossing it to the side. “Just do it Nat.” you whine, she grabs your hips pulling yours to hers. You moan, feeling her bulge through her pants. You watch impatiently as she pulls off her pants, lining her tip with your throbbing core.

You let out a loud moan, gripping onto the sheets when she thrusts into you. “You're so wet detka..” she rasps out, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. She starts to pick up her pace, thrusting faster. “Mmh.. faster!” she smacks your ass, “Whores don't get to give orders, beg for it baby.” you whimper, “Please f-faster, just use me daddy.”

She smirks, thrusting her cock in deeper. “Fuck.. I love how desperate you are for me.” you bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan. She thrusts in harder grabbing tightly onto your waist. “Natasha I–” she slams her lips against yours, you kiss back letting out a soft moan. “Mm..” she pulls back, panting heavily. “Natty I'm gonna—” “Cum for me baby.”

You came, letting out an embarrassing loud moan as your walls clench around her length. She thrusts in harder, “Tasha 'm too sensitive ple—” you moan, widening your eyes. She came, filling you up as she did.

She leans down, kissing you gently. “Nat.. do– you wanna go to bed or do you still want dinner?” she pulls out, smiling at you. “I'll cook, but we should probably shower first.” you nod, getting into the bathroom. “I'm helping you cook.” she follows you in, laughing slightly. “That's okay, I can handle myself.” you step into the shower. “Last time you "handled yourself" you burnt breakfast.”

She gets into the shower too, “You have no idea what I can do when I put my mind to something.” you kiss her, whispering into her ear. “Oh I sure have an idea.”

You two get out of the shower, walking into the bedroom. “Tasha are the kids still asleep?” you turn to look at her, “Yeah, they'll be up soon though.” you hum in response, she suddenly pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You widen your eyes, kissing her back. She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck.. Natasha.” she takes her hand away, “Sorry..” you look up at her. “It's fine just–” you giggle at her unecessary apology, “Let's just go make dinner.”

You leave the room, making your way into the kitchen. “What are we making?” you smile, “I told you when we were in the car.” “Yeah but I wanted to surprise you.” you glance at her, opening the fridge. “Mhm.. and what is that?” she takes out a container from the fridge, smiling. “Chicken.” you furrow your brows in confusion, “...Chicken?” “You don't cook chicken?”

You look up at her confused face, bursting out in laughter, “Um.. yeah– yeah I do.” she sets the container down on the counter, “Then why would you ask?” you shake your head, “No reason.. thanks for the chicken honey.” she kisses your cheek, “So.. what do you do now?”

You look up at her, “I cook.. the chicken.” she replies back with an "ohh." you grab a knife, chopping up some vegetables and the chicken. She watches you intently, “Natasha is this the first time in our entire marriage that you're watching me make dinner?” she nods slowly, looking over at you.

You stifle a laugh, kissing her softly. “You're cute, you know that?” she frowns, pecking your lips again. “I'm an Avenger, I'm not cute.” you shake your head, pouring the uncooked ingredients into a pan. “No.. you're cute Tasha.” you turn on the stove, frying the food. She comes up behind you, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Well.. since you're here, can you get me the oil Nat?” she nods, grabbing the oil.

“How much should I put in there?” you shrug, “Just a little bit.” she furrows her brows, “How much is "just a little bit"?” you glare at her, “Just give me the oil Romanoff.” you yank the bottle from her, and pour in some oil into the pan. “Should I go wake the kids up?” you nod, and she walks off to the kids bedroom.

You finish cooking dinner, placing it on the table. Natasha comes back into the kitchen with Alex and Aliana. You smile at them, “Hey buddy.. how'd you sleep?” he shrugs, “Good-ish.” he goes to sit at the dinner table. “What's up with him?” “How would I know?” you sigh, grabbing the baby from Natasha.

You sit at the dinner table, Natasha sits beside you. “Ali! Mommy's hair isn't a toy sweetie, stop pulling it.” you untangle her hands from your hair. Natasha lets out a small laugh, “You think this is funny Nat?” she shakes her head. “Nope.” she goes back to eating her food.

You let the baby have some rice from you, smiling back at her. “You want another one Ali?” she babbles, nodding her head as a response. You kiss her cheek, feeding her some more. “Mommy dinner tastes yummy!” Natasha looks over at Alex, “Why don't you think mama made dinner buddy?” he tilts his head, “Mama you can't cook.” he says, flashing a smile.

You start laughing, “Oh.” “Tasha, it's fine darling. He's 2, what do you expect?” you kiss her softly, “Ew!” your son sticks out his tongue in mock disgust. “Hey! Alex.. who teaches you this stuff?” he giggles, “Uncle Thor.” you roll your eyes, “Of course he did.. make Sam babysit next time Nat.” she chuckles, nodding.

You get up, picking up everyones plates and putting the baby on your hip, between your arms. You make your way over to the sink, “What are you doing?” you turn to look at her, “Hm? Washing the dishes.” she gets up from the table. “I can do that,” “Okayy..” you move, giving her some space to stand in front of the sink. “Good girl.” you widen your eyes, blushing. “Natasha!” she smirks, washing the plates.

“Why are you so red kotenok?” “Natty the kids are here. Don't do this until after they go to bed.” she puts the clean plates up, “Fine.” “Good. I'll go.. I'm gonna go put the kids back to bed.” you hold Alex's hand, walking to the kids room. “You need help?” you nod, “Sure, why not.” she follows you in.

You place the baby down on her crib, placing a blanket on top of her. Natasha puts Alex down on his bed, putting a blanket on him. “They must be really tired.” you whisper. “Yeah.” you bend down, kissing their foreheads. “Sleep well.” you turn off the lights, “Goodnight.” “Are you going to sleep now?” you glare at her, pulling her into the bedroom.

“Not after that stunt you pulled in the kitchen.” she closes the door behind us, “What stunt?” she locks the door. “Natasha..” you say, eyeing her from the other side of the room. She kisses you passionately, pining you to the wall. You gasp, pressing your body to hers. Her hands slide up your shirt, “Just take it off.” she takes your shirt off for you, looking at your clothed breasts. “That too.” she slips off your bra, putting it aside.

You get on your knees, taking off her boxers. Her cock practically springs out, you place your mouth on her tip. She lets out a moan as you suck slowly, “Fuck detka..” you push her dick deeper into your mouth. She grips onto your hair, forcing her length deeper into you. You gag, choking on her cock, tearing up slightly. She breathes heavily, cumming into your mouth. You swallow it all down, looking up at her.

“On the bed.” you nod, scrambling onto the bed. She pulls off your panties, “Need to be inside you baby.” she lines the tip with your entrance, shoving her cock deep inside your pussy. You let out a loud moan, arching your back. She thrusts deep into you, “Mm.. you're so tight kotenok.” you whimper, gripping onto her shoulders. “Fuck.. d-daddy it's too much!” “You can take it, take me in like a good girl.” you moan, screwing your eyes shut.

“Daddy wants to see you when she fucks you detka.” she says, making you open your eyes again. She pulls in and out of you, slamming her cock deep into you. “Tasha I– I'm gonna..” you gasp out, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock Y/n.” a wave of pleasurement crashes down on you, thighs shaking as you came.

She came into you right after, collapsing on top of your chest. You kiss her cheek, “I love you Natty.” she smiles, looking down at you. “I love you too baby.”

You two lay in silence until, "Mama! Aliana frew up!!" You groan, getting up and slip your clothes back on.

#Spotify #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[ch1-kasako]

NO PLEASE I LOVE READING CUPHEAD HCS PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE SOME BRO SHARING IS CARING NEOW BROO PLEASEEEE😭

OH GOD I'M SCARED OKAT I'LL JUST LIST OFF THE ONES AT HBE TOP OF MY HEAD

•his conscience is based kinda like a boat tower thing where there's this big ass building that has a light that changes colour based on his emotions and when he goes into a black out it shines red really bright and there's like black and yellow accents

•most of the beings in his conscience/conscious idk are different vers of him and there's one of him that's a whole ass wendigo

•really likes cats, cats r his fave animal omg

• will wood, MSI and maybe mitski coded idk

•cuddle bug, if he falls asleep in yo arms you r NOT moving🙏

•lowkey bi, screw the wiki he's def kissed some men

•can cook, but can only cook what kettle has taught him, couldn't make a simple fried egg but could cook a while 5* steak and mash no problem and could make the best cakes ever (credits to baroness von bon bon she def taught him💪)

•has probably been fed human before by blackhat and flug

•used to be besties w dementia

•mamas boy🙏

•is the one out of him and mugs that can actually save money somehow even though he's the one who has a gambling addiction

•remember the fight w him and bendy where bends bit his arm? Yeah, that arm is completely numb, occasionally nibbles on it like a stress toy

•would cry if someone gave him a cat on his birthday, especially if it was old asf or disabled in some way, would care for it like his own child

•no idea what happened between him and meg but would also cry if he had to face her again (she would humiliate his ass like the queen she is🎀)

•has had the most questionable convos w Jeremy Fairfax ever

•lowkey would be a small spoon when he's sad

•has really nice nails and actually natural eyeliner, like he looks like he's wearing eyeliner but he isn't he just built that way

•man boobs, had a breast reduction during his heart surgery non-consentually😭

•walks like a model (natural catwalk or whatever but not as dramatic)

•i honestly feel like demitasse wouldn't accept him as her son because of his demon blood :(

•one of his eyes has a yellow spot near his pupil and the other has a pink spot near the edge of his iris (I'm not sure if it's heterochromia or central heterochromia)

•cried so hard he had a panic attack when he woke up after nearly dying during the experiment when he was like 13 and mugs was scared for him :((((

•his pupils expand like a cat when he sees someone he loves or when he eats sugary stuff (cat coded💪💪)

•his nails r claw like, meow ig

•goes limp when ppl touch his hair, like that shit hits different he will melt that's why he hates it when ppl touch his hair

•knows like one dance meg taught him, and just so happens he only knows the woman's role so it's basically useless to him

•Quadratus once told him to look at the stars to guide him (when he had just lost to the devil and was about to leave inkwell isles) and if the stars failed him to turn to the oceans waters and call to quadratus for help (I like to think quadratus can just spawn in any water source but only if u use a certain rune that cup knows)

•lowkey really likes learning about cannibalism and crazy shit like that

•along with wood lillies, some of his fave flowers r black dahlias, roses, lily of the valley, spider lilies, and others🙏🙏

Let me know is there is anymore type of headacmons u wanna know about I have angst, NSFW and probably a lot more idk🙏🙏 holy shit I need to learn how to spell and type slowly😭

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #quest cuphead #inky mystery #babtqftim

[aqours]

anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea

this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion

so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.

"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."

"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."

"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."

and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.

Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333

babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way

thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andy and leyley #andrew graves #ashley graves #gravecest #coffincest #ashley x andrew #i have. no idea how to tag this otherwise lmao #dead dove do not eat #there #starposts #long post

[deaththcekid]

SONGS I THINK THE JJK CHARACTERS WOULD LISTEN TO ON MY PLAYLIST‼️

A/N: hey babees so sorry I haven't been posting so much ive been lazy and if had a lot of things to do but I wanted to write this for a while so here we go!! :3

YUJI ITADORI:

Yes, and? -Ariana Grande

Paparazzi -Lady Gaga

Kiss me more -Doja Cat

The Lovecats -The Cure

Oh! Darling -The Beatles

Sofia -Clario

Francis Forever -Mitski

The Boy with the Thorn In His Side- The Smiths

Electric Love -BØRNS

Cupid de Locke -The Smashing Pumpkins

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO:

(This emo fuck♡)

Demolition Lovers -My Chemical Romance

How Soon is Now? -The Smiths

Lullaby -The Cure

Wonderless -Pierce the Veil

Burn It Down -Avenged Sevenfold

November -Silverstein

Giving Up -Silverstein

This Side of Brightness -Thursday

Build God, Then We'll Talk -Panic! At The Disco

A Trophy Father's Trophy Son- Sleeping with Sirins

NOBARA KUGISAKI:

Judas -Lady Gaga

National Anthem -Lana Del Rey

Teenage Dream -Katy Perry

Loveeeeeee song -Rihanna

Moonlight -Kali Uchis

Still Into You -Paramore

Kiss Me More -Doja Cat

Song About Me -Tv Girl

Grow a Pear -Ke$ha

Just a Girl -No Doubt

SATORI GOJO:

... Baby One More Time -Brittany Spears

Certified players, Pt. 2 -MC BXB

Hey Baby -Pitbull

Blah Blah Blah -Ke$ha

Nobody Gets Me -SZA

Corazón Sin Cara -Prince Royce

Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy -Queen

Lovefool -The Cardigans

Daddy's Home -Usher (I'm sorry💀)

Cyber Sex -Doja Cat

NANAMI KENTO:

Girl -The Beatles

Wonderful Woman -The Smiths

This Charming Man -The Smiths

California Dreamin' -The Mamas & Papa's

Bohemian Rhapsody -Queen

Changes -David Bowie

Army Dreamers -Kate Bush

This Night Has Opened My Eyes -The Smiths

Eyes Without a Face -Billy Idol

Somthin' Stupid -Frank Sinatra

BONUS‼️‼️

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Du Hast -Rammstein

V8 Nightmare -The Koffen Kats

Last Caress -The Misfits

Hammer Smashed Face -Cannibal Corpse

Sonne -Rammstein

Symphony of Destruction -Megadeath

For Whom the Bell Tolls -Metallica

Voodoo -Godsmack

Rabid -Mortician

Freezing Moon -Mayhem

I hope you enjoyed this Headcannon and my music taste and ill try and make a part 2, comment on what character you’ll want me to add in part 2‼️ thats all my lovelys♡✰☥☠︎✮⠒̫⃝

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #music taste #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #nanami kento #ryomen sukuna #deaththcekid #anime

[its-to-the-death]

Propaganda for "Mother Knows Best": the entire song is such a fucked up display of Gothel manipulating, undermining, and abusing Rapunzel while couching it in a facade of love. I'll break it down:

[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] You want to go outside? Why, Rapunzel...

Pretends to consider the request, then slams the window shut, closing off the outside world. Look at you, as fragile as a flower Still a little sapling, just a sprout

Infantilizes her by calling her fragile and tiny. Furthermore, likens her to a flower, tying into how she's important because she's a replacement for the Sundrop. Also note the condescending patting.

(sung) You know why we stay up in this tower

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] I know, but—

[MOTHER GOTHEL] That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear

Cuts off Rapunzel, because she doesn't get a voice in this. Insists that keeping her isolated is for her safety, but is stroking her hair while singing the last line, reinforcing how she values Rapunzel only for her power.

Guess I always knew this day was coming Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest

Paints herself as the victim, dramatically posing with the curtains and vocally emphasizing how distraught she is.

Soon, but not yet

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] But—

[MOTHER GOTHEL] Shh! Trust me, pet Mother knows best

Again positions herself as "reasonable"--oh, she'll let Rapunzel leave someday, she's just not ready yet! Again, Rapunzel is shushed and degraded--she's a "pet" who doesn't know better, and she should just shut up and listen to her mother.

Mother knows best, listen to your mother It's a scary world out there Mother knows best, one way or another Something will go wrong, I swear Ruffians, thugs, poison ivy, quicksand Cannibals and snakes The plague

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] No!

[MOTHER GOTHEL] Yes!

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] But—

[MOTHER GOTHEL] Also large bugs Men with pointy teeth, and Stop, no more, you'll just upset me

Intimidates Rapunzel by knocking out the lights, physically manhandling her (especially knocking her down), and filling her head with terrifying images of the outside world. She is preying on Rapunzel's naivete (which is the result of Gothel isolating her) to scare her into submission. She also continues to cut Rapunzel off every time she tries to speak and plays victim--she says "Stop, no more, you'll just upset me," but she's the one who's been listing these awful things and upsetting Rapunzel.

Mother's right here, Mother will protect you Darling, here's what I suggest Skip the drama, stay with mama Mother knows best

As she sings the first two lines, she offers herself up for a hug, then disappears and leaves a mannequin in her place when Rapunzel seeks comfort. Her protection and love are conditional--obey her or else. Also, "skip the drama" gaslights Rapunzel into thinking she's unreasonable for asking to leave the tower (and is quite ironic, since Gothel's dramatically singing this on a staircase lined with candles).

Mother knows best, take it from your mumsy On your own, you won't survive

Insists that Rapunzel is helpless and dependent on her, while undermining her attempts at independence by snuffing out the candles she lights.

Sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy Please, they'll eat you up alive Gullible, naïve, positively grubby Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague Plus, I believe, gettin' kinda chubby I'm just saying 'cause I wuv you

Insults the shit out of her in an "affectionate" way to kill her self-confidence. Calls her "clumsy" while yanking her off her feet. Physically manhandles her again by rolling her up, spinning her around, and lifting her by the face. Again, paints Rapunzel as a helpless baby who can't make it in the harsh world and needs to stay isolated and dependent on her mother.

Mother understands, Mother's here to help you All I have is one request

Knocks out all the lights and then appears under a spotlight, portraying herself as the one and only refuge for Rapunzel. Rapunzel, who is extremely stressed by the previous events, rushes to the relief her mother offers--which, of course, is conditional.

(spoken) Rapunzel? [RAPUNZEL, spoken] Yes? [MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] Don't ever ask to leave this tower again.

The facade slips as Gothel bluntly and sternly demands that Rapunzel never even ask to leave again. She's not just saying "no," she's removing Rapunzel's ability to choose and speak up for herself. Also note the contradiction with her previous claims: she said "Soon, but not yet" earlier, but now affirms that her rule is that Rapunzel never leaves the tower.

[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] I love you very much, dear

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] I love you more

[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] I love you most

Gothel, of course, has to get the last word in and reinforce herself as Rapunzel's better. Also, when she says "I love you most," she kisses Rapunzel's hair; she doesn't love Rapunzel most, she loves her hair and the restorative magic it holds. Rapunzel only matters to her insofar as she makes Gothel feel better about herself, whether that be by affirming that she's a loving mother or keeping her young and beautiful.

(sung) Don't forget it, you'll regret it Mother knows best

Uses a lighthearted, affectionate tone of voice, but uses it to threaten Rapunzel (imagine that statement said any other way). Also condescendingly pats her on the head again. Finishes by walking away while running Rapunzel's hair through her hands, denying Rapunzel comfort because she values the hair more.

TLDR; Gothel is a fucking atrocious parent and every second of this song is child abuse.

Ah, the gaslighting song.

#pulling from the pot of asks #villain song showdown #villain song propaganda

[glasswingowl]

ep 7 spoilers under the cut

oooo snazzy new intro! love it

the fucking for rent banner lmao

OH

NORI MOMENT INCOMING

THE FUCKING SHADOW CLAWS SICK AS HELL

"get 048" awww friends :3

THEY KEEP THEM IN LOCKERS??

uh where did the sentinels go

oh you are so dead dude

OH THIS IS SO COOL

potential nori moment??? that's gotta be nori right??

hehehe crab

n instantly trying to go back for v ;-;

uzi ;-;

"robots like boxes, right?" tessa. bro. not cool.

oh SHIT

bonk

THAD AND LIZZY THAD AND LIZZY THAD AND LIZZY BELIEVERS WIN

v????

"i deserve this" n sweetie no!!!

oh not this again

AAAA-

THE FUCKING POSTERS-

????

OH. IT WAS THEM. THEY DESTROYED EARTH.

wait why didn't tessa mention this earlier? seems kind of important, no?

homegirls been taking flying lessons! good for her!

FUCKING NIGHTCORE????

oh here it comes. time to meet mama, uzi

:O

"you look familiar" uhhh. that's not a good thing

"I'm looking for a hunk named Khan" CONFIRMED NORI EVERYONE STAY CALM

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY DAUGHTER" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

oh it's just j. disappointing.

forgot how much i loved lizzy

Khan??

"MY WIFE"

"having interests beyond cannibalism and NIGHTCORE-"

i take back everything bad i ever said about khan he is the best

oh hey tessa's alive- what the fuck is she doing

SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO ARE ALIVE

wait wdym you don't know??

"not sure it needs you, buddy" what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

FNAF JUMPSCARE

YEVAAAAAAA

i'm choosing to believe that yeva is mute until proven otherwise

hand cutting again!! (is that meant to be a parallel to n and uzi? because if so...)

aww- o shit. well that explains that

I love nori. so much

poor doll.

y'know when everyone was coming up with predictions for nori's personality, i don't think anyone really guessed "AN EXACT COPY OF HER DAUGHTER" she even tells people to bite her!

i'm too lazy to copy the get a job stay away from her image just pretend it's here again

OH. OH HE JUST FKICING. well that's one way of picking a side

;-;- oh this is the hand scene wait no

SHIT

"your backups will forgive me" oh so he's just a plaything to her just like he was to tessa. man he just CANNOT catch a break can he

NORIIIIIII!

"you're frickin grounded" nori ma'am i love you

oh this is SICK AS HELL

slap

I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DAY ABOUT THIS FIGHT SO IM JUST GONNA SCREAM AAAAAAA

THE CAMERA CIRCLING AROUND A CHARACTER DEFENDING THEMSELVES FROM PROJECTILES/ENEMIES IS ALWAYS COOL I DON'T CARE HOW MANY TIME I SEE IT

N-

N YOU FUCKIN DUMBASS

solvers hate her! free you daughter from possession by forcing her to confront her relationship with her sort-of boyfriend!

THE FUCKING DELIVERY ON THIS SCENE IM DYING

oh ;-;

wait. WAIT WHAT

OH GOD OH FUCK. YOU GUYS WERE RIGHT.

Y'ALL AREN'T ALLOWED TO LAUGH AT ME FOR MIXING UP TESSA AND CYN THAT ONE TIME ANYMORE.

i can't tell if this is an effective compromise for the whole "wanting to see what tessa looks like vs no visible human characters" debate

still, sick as hell, and very on brand for liam vickers.

OH SHIT-

LMAOOOO-

WHAT THIS? BY GOD, IT'S KHAN, LIZZY AND THAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIRS!

"prior hazard" yeah you'd know wouldn't you

MYSTERY FLESH PIT

OH THIS. THIS FUCKING SCENE

uh.

OH. OH. THIS IS A HALLUCINATION RIGHT-

AND IT ENDS THERE????

#murder drones spoilers #glasswingtalks #murder drones #good fucking god. #i am #reeling #absolutely phenomenal work from the animation team on this one #AND WE FINALLY GET NORI #THE HEART OF THIS ENTIRE MYSTERY #ALIVE AND WELL #just. wow #hard to believe that there was a time when i thought heartbeat was the peak of this series

[yxstxrdrxxm]

SYNOPSIS: They lost you years ago in Border Springs, but now, they have their second chance to get you back to them.

TW/S: Yandere behavior, major character death/s, delusional thinking/mindset, non-canon to original Coviello, train conductor! Coviello is insane here actually, gore, forced cannibalism of certain parts, drugs (heavily implied to be used), Sweet Dreams AU (plot is basically nonexistent because I thought of writing this as an imagines... At 1 AM lol. God help me), unreliable narrator (that's me)

NOTE: Please keep in mind that Coviello is not my oc, but my good friend, Mei (@zhongrin/@meimeimeirin)! I teased to her and a few others about this so I hope this is enough lol.

████████ didn't understood the concept of love.

Ever since they were a kid, they have never grasped the matter of love. They've red books about it, and even asked others their own views on the matter, but nothing stuck.

████████ didn't understand why... And it frustrated them.

Just what was it that made them lost? What is it about love that made people so pathetic over it?

Despite their grievances, things did change when they encountered you. Little 9 year old ████████, frustrated by the events that made them struggle to grasp emotions, had met someone that evoked and expressed them so seamlessly.

Their blue eyes caught sight of you.

You were a bit younger than them— maybe 2 years younger?— but ████████ couldn't help to think on approaching you first. You were folding a few papers while sitting under the shade, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"... Hey."

Your head moved over to look at them.

They look... A little dirty. But they're happy.

Why is that?

"Hm? What is it?"

...

"What are you doing?" ████████ couldn't help but ask, their eyes fixated on you folding the paper a few times.

They tilted their head when you laughed at their question, this time grabbing their sleeve to pull them down to sit beside you.

"I'm folding a paper crane! Mama taught me how!"

...

████████'s eyes softened. Your speech needed a bit of work, but they can let it slide. Not everyone can learn how to speak, let alone make cranes.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Huh?

It was their turn to be caught by surprise, just like how ████████ did to you.

"To make paper cranes, duh!" you said, giggling. "Do you wanna learn how?"

... It's not worth it.

".. alright. I guess that's fine."

There were certain days that Coviello cherished.

Despite having such a rough life, the conductor can still remember the sweet memories they had. That was the first time they remembered meeting you— the one that opened their stubborn mind to the world.

They couldn't help but wonder... Was it because they're drawn to you? Like a moth to a flame?

Or was it because, at the time, you were lonely?

Like me?

...

Tsk. They wouldn't be.

Still, Coviello reached over to brush at the worn paper, the crane still standing tall. They could even see the pencil written on it's wings. It was your chicken handwriting— they knew that well, since they've seen it so often when you were both kids— but it made them feel nostalgic.

Despite the words being smudged and faded, their eyes can still make out what was written from the dirtied, yellow paper:

[ H█p██ ██r██day ████████! — January 22, 20XX ]

The name of the recipient was smudged, but it was fine. They did the best they could to preserve it, but sometimes, there may be things that is inevitable.

And one such thing is how they were separated, torn from the one they cherished as their friend.

Recalling how it went, Coviello scoffed. They hated remembering it, for it felt like they didn't knew the truth behind the incident. So what if they hurt you? They reasoned that it was an accident— a fluke!

You even reasoned with them, so how—

The train's whistle cut off their thoughts.

Ah. We reached our stop.

Putting on their hat and uniform, they adjusted the vest and gloves, just so they'd look... Decent. Even if that won't change, they felt as though they needed to do it out of habit.

It's the only 'normal' they had.

"Ah, excuse me."

Coviello's eyes shifted when they noticed you dozing off. Although they were shocked to see you at first, they were pleased. Finally, you were here on the train, leaving Midport, too.

Although, you were tired... How strange. That's not good, mused the conductor.

"You seem tired," Coviello commented, putting on their familiar smile as they pulled out their pen and notepad. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

They watched you eye them carefully, seeing the cogs in your brain work as it tries to think if they were familiar to your memories before.

...

Alas, they could tell that you gave up on it, considering you gave them a sorry excuse of a smile and nodded.

"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," you told them, making them write down what you requested.

"Alright—"

"Huh? Is the conductor takin' drinks now?" hollered one voice. A man, Coviello presumed.

"Heyyy conductor! Can we get free drinks, too?"

Coviello's smile twitched for a second, but they turned to the man— ah, of course. They should've known that it would be a tourist... And a couple.

Hmph. They're married, judging by those rings.

"Of course. What would you like?" they asked, remaining that professional smile amidst the icy tone and stare.

Unperturbed by their subtle shift of attitude, the man laughed, amused at the thought. He turned to his newly married wife, a grin on his face.

"What do you want, babe?"

"Oh, I just want a sweet drink with lots of love, hehe!"

"Aww, you always say that. You're so cute, darling!"

"Noooo, you're cuter than me!"

...

Disgusting.

Coviello had tuned out of most of their... 'conversation', only nodding and taking notes when its necessary. They've dealt with annoyances like them in the past, but it was never to this degree.

Still, they wished it'd be done now. They have your drink to brew.

One that they would take their sweet time with, of course.

They knew that, morally speaking, they were in the wrong to have messed with your head like that. But what were they supposed to do?

The train conductor was a simple person. They only wanted one thing that'd make them happy, and they weren't one to ask for anything else. Hell, they never asked for anything to change— so as long they'd get to have it, of course.

They wanted their friend.

... Or, rather, the one who opened their eyes to the world.

Their friend had been the one that stuck by them, but even they couldn't help and think that they were too good for everyone else. Maybe even for them, too.

The irony of wanting something... And also pushing it away out of spite.

Such is the fault of humanity.

Though, during both of your separation, you've grown stronger. Wiser, even. You were naive back when they were your only friend as a child, but now in the train, you were cautious.

Coviello didn't knew if that is something they should praise you for, or to loathe, considering how difficult it has been just to get you to settle in place. Alas, they have to digress.

Walking past the empty halls of the train, they couldn't help but spare a glance to the windows. They were still the same as they saw it, but if one looked closely, they'd see some odd patches on the window panes and fabric, like it wasn't cleaned and got stuck.

They knew what that was.

Whoever can see it would understand that very well.

"... Hm? What's wrong?"

Coviello crouched down in front of the married woman, their eyes remaining dead as they were as they watched her quiver and shake. Gasping, they pushed themselves away from the conductor, the sight of the cup scaring them.

"Didn't you say you wanted a drink that is filled with love?"

Snatching the cup, they grabbed her chin and firmly kept it in place, stained gloves gripping on her head to turn her as they raised it.

Oh, they knew what they made. The contents inside it can scare someone, but not them.

"Drink it," they ordered, placing the thumb of their hand to part her lips. Placing the rim of the cup in her mouth, they could hear her choke out sobs.

"Drink it. You asked for it, didn't you?"

She couldn't shake her head when she could feel the crimson liquid stain her mouth, some spilling out at the sides and below, letting it stain her attire. It was even worse when Coviello tilted it higher, letting the eye slip in her mouth.

How unhygienic, mused Coviello. But that's alright.

They're quite used to cleaning things up themselves.

Shoving every last drop of the unholiest drinks known to man, they could hear the soft shuffling from outside. Pausing, they lowered the cup, their eyes darting from the doorway.

It was left ajar.

Coviello knew what that meant.

If there is something they're quite proud of, it'd be that they can always find you.

Wherever you are, whatever place you ended up in, Coviello always knows where to look first. In fact, it had been something they held their pride on, in a sick and twisted way.

It simply shows that even if you were separated from them, you'll always find yourself back in their arms, one way or another.

Still... Coviello couldn't deny that your escape was futile. It had been fueled by survival instincts, and they remembered just how fearful you got when they caught you.

They may enjoy your company, but they don't enjoy being abandoned without an explanation.

Stepping to the second cart, they checked one of the rooms inside to see if you were there. Their lips seem to stretch to a smile upon seeing that yes, you were.

Maybe they were harsh to have your legs be bound like a mermaid's tail, or to have you consume such a lethal drink from misbehaving the last time. Though, they ignored that now.

To them, they got what they wanted.

It's such a shame that no one will find out where they went, though. Especially to the ones who had received the kiss of death.

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